Alexandr Korol

and they all immediately switched on for me. I think: “Wow!” Just from the fact that I needed only to focus there for a second. There was no need to lie down for this, or to sit, to attune. I simply had such strong attention, that I could imagine that energy, like a serpent, is now entering my index finger, going around the bones of my hand, and going, let’s say, into the elbow. And that’s it — my elbow even starts to go numb right now from the fact that I am imagining this. And back then this was a thousand times stronger. And it was so strong that if an interlocutor was sitting in front of me, and I imagined that I was doing this to him, he would directly feel it. That is — I could squeeze his elbow, neck, ears, heart. Can you imagine? I don’t know what this is, how this is, why. Well — that was how it was, and now I have started to remember all of this. But there is also a paradox there… I made very interesting records back then, when that magical version of me was around. Back then I would say that people dream about super-abilities and about such power, and that this power is in me only because of the fact that I will never in my life cause harm to anyone, and don’t think about myself at all — I am not there — that I am no one and nothing, that I don’t need anything, no profit at all, no money — that only perverted people can think otherwise.

Well — this technique of the opening of the channel, or the leaving home — something out of this had switched me on back then. I don’t know which was first. It was, as it were, connected together. And then I became, first this magical one, and then already… Or maybe I had always been magical like this. And because of the fact that I went into the world of people, since I had left home, I simply noticed how all this manifests — but the longer I was in this world of people, the more I lost all this magic and descended onto the earth, became earthly. Maybe it all happened just like that. I don’t know. But all of this needs to be recorded, as it is.

Maybe it’s true? Just imagine — maybe all that time, when I lived with my mother and communicated with my mother, before I had left home — maybe back then, on the contrary, I was magical, and was “without the mind,” and in the “cosmos.” And back then I was a poor student at school and couldn’t remember anything, not a single line, I was all “without the mind.” And they would often strain me to switch on the mind, which is why I had migraines. And back then, maybe I had always been a magical child, but I simply wasn’t in the material world of people, in the social mass. And when I had left home, maybe I simply started noticing