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[Alexandr Korol]

Was I really God or the Spirit? That is — this magical character “without the mind,” who could answer anything, while not knowing himself who I was, but who at the same time had a passport and parents. I don’t understand how this even works. But since this needs to be recorded, I am recording it. Maybe later, smart scientists in the future will decipher this. And further on, yesterday I called Big Alexander and told him about all of this. I want to go off again into the state “without the mind.” It is not a given that everything that will be happening there I will be able to somehow record or document. In this state, I won’t be able to write the book. I may forget about you and about him — if no one reminds me about you, I won’t remember you. He told me then to make this “little thread” — that was his expression, alright — so that I would be able to return back; my team could come over in a week, or I myself would draw up the instructions for how to return. And so that I wouldn’t forget them — how to ground myself. I know how to ground myself. In essence, I will just need to go onto the social networks, call the most material person, and start talking with him about business matters. At first, I won’t understand anything, won’t be able to focus. He is talking, and I am, as it were, somewhere else. Well — then probably I will have to meet up with this person. Well — at the very worst, just to drink a liter of whisky-and-cola. And then this will start to ground me back, all of it together. Everyday conversations with some kind of material people, and simply a liter of whisky-and-cola. Probably this will help to return. But the question is something else: I, there in that world, might not think about this, might not want to, might forget — and that’s it, might not do it, you understand? I have to ask my employees to make me do this after a week, so that I would return.

But I don’t understand what Big Alexander meant — why this would shake people with some kind of incident, if I go off into that world. That I didn’t understand. After all, I had already gone off for a week, and no one was shaken, and everything is fine. Why did he connect it this way? I don’t know. But for some reason he became very frightened. His first reaction was such that I should by no means do this. I ask: “Why shouldn’t this be done?” I say: “This is super, in general — there is nothing higher than this. And I have been there.” And his reaction is that he started to worry — it’s as if he is really putting the brakes on me, so that I wouldn’t become who I am supposed to become, or wouldn’t go off into