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[Alexandr Korol]

the only one who sees everything and feels everything, and that all this energy and all of this — no one can do it like that — do you understand this?” I answer: “Well — probably.” But on the contrary, in fact, back then I was always thinking how wonderful it would be — well, when I watched films — to meet some real shaman, some monk, or some person from the security services, who would at least tell me who I am and say that there are many like them. Back then I wanted more to believe in this. I really didn’t want to be alone. On the contrary, I wanted to figure out who I am and to meet someone similar to me.

This was maybe 2009, the eighth or the ninth. And this uncle says:

— Listen, come on, remember — what happened to you, how did you become like this?
— I don’t know, I can’t remember. — But it was true, after all, I was “without the mind.”
— Alright. A year ago, could you already do all this, were you feeling it?
— Well, sort of, yes.
— Alright. And back then?
— Sort of, yes.
— And back then?
— Back then, sort of, no.
— Alright. And what happened in this period — from such-and-such to such-and-such month?
— I don’t know — well — I left home.
— So — you left home. So when you left home, all these abilities appeared in you?
— Well, sort of, yes. Ah! I remembered!
— What?
— At home it was sad, it was already night, and I was listening to music on the laptop — YOAV, the track “Beautiful Lie” — and when I was listening to it, I started to feel something strange. A kind of heaviness above the head, as if something had been put on the head, like a helmet, sort of, or as if something had enveloped my head, and then further on, onto the shoulders. I wanted so much to feel this even more — I closed my eyes, and then this began to descend onto me and envelop me even more.
— So — alright — and what else?