Alexandr Korol

from the vertices of the matrix I had drawn onto Saint Petersburg’s map, I must draw all possible lines. And here I decided that, that way, after all, my vertices are inside the cube — there are many different ones. There I get a rhombus, these two tetrahedra, and the cube itself. And there it was also possible to draw lines to certain vertices. And when I drew them, what came out for me was “The Burning Bush” — that is one of the latest things I have recorded. Then it is written that the moon was dying gradually, because everything dies gradually, because everything consists of multiverses, that is, variants of times. And that, when the pandemic was happening, the moon was dying for a long time. And that right now, in the same way, the sun is dying gradually, which is why people may feel themselves strange. And when all of this fully dies, everyone will already cross over into the star, that is, into the Spirit. And that there is no linear time there. Linear time is the mind, the choice between the moon and the sun. Ah — and also — that people, when they connect to me for a time — no matter whether by work, by friendship, or through a book — their thoughts are light, and the light side of them awakens. But when they start doing some kind of everyday matters, they return to their dark, or bad version of themselves. And why is it that people, when they connect to me in this world, don’t build their work and their life there, but return to those old worlds of their own? What for? They need, here — let’s put it this way — to be building the foundation already in this world — where the best versions of them, the ones that are awakened in them from reading my books, exist. And they return to their old worlds — and oh dear me, oh dear me. That is what else is recorded. You see — right now, while I am still making sense of things, I can orient myself normally in these notes. We’ll see what happens in a couple of days. Will I be able to understand at all what will be happening to me.

Once more, to sum it up: the state I was in two weeks ago, when I plunged into it for a week — it was similar to a dream. The way I recently gave an example — that you simply watch a dream, live through it, but you cannot do anything and cannot correct anything. And here it is the same. You are as if in a dream. You simply live by a set script, and everything is done by itself, but you don’t control anything. And what else is unusual and strange in all of this? When I was a week in this state, I was afraid that I would forget myself for good — that old me — that it was as if that world would disappear, and that I would disappear forever.