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[Alexandr Korol]

drunk and I wouldn’t get drunk. But what’s interesting is something else. What am I getting at? Simply — when a person is with me in this world, then he and I, we don’t get drunk — that’s something I noticed back then, among such wonders. That is — it’s as if you get drunk also from the world of people and from the mind. But if you are “without the mind,” you can drink alcohol, and it doesn’t affect you. And back then I was young, and in some chapter I would loudly cry out: “Give me even poison — it won’t affect me.” It was as if I couldn’t even be killed — as if I wouldn’t even fall asleep, wouldn’t dissolve. As if I would already remain the consciousness that I am, even now. That is — back then I would reason like this, just imagine. But now, as it were — of course, I can give an evaluation of all my childlike observations. And since back then I declared it like that, and I was describing feelings, and I wasn’t wrong… Of course, maybe the words I picked weren’t very correct — but since I felt this way back then, and now, taking into account my mind and wisdom, I will put it like this: but maybe this is precisely the state when you are dead, which is why you cannot die. Maybe this is precisely the state when you are dead — only not in the world of the dead — but when you are precisely this Spirit, and you are immortal, and that is why you don’t fear anything, and that is why nothing affects you, precisely. And back then, then, I was already this Spirit, outside of time and space. But for some reason I still managed to even interact with people. And then for some reason I tumbled down from there here to you, to people. And right now, for some reason, what is happening is that I am remembering all of this. What is this all leading to, then?

So, this person — that is, the uncle I had met with — we met up with him once, then the next week again, and again. And he was asking questions for himself personally. I don’t know, naturally, what I was answering him, but the person was satisfied. And then on one of these occasions, maybe on the third time, I don’t know, on the fourth time, he says to me: “Alex, I don’t want to ask any more questions about myself. I want to ask questions about you. How did you become like this?” I answer: “I don’t know.” He says: “Well — how do you not know? Something must have affected you, or you did something, or maybe something happened to you? How did you become like this? You understand — I have traveled around the whole world, all kinds of psychics, monks — and you are the only one who is real. Do you even understand that you are the only one who amazed me,