Alexandr Korol

I also like this icon — the one where everyone is precisely climbing up the ladder. That is precisely what is happening right now — the Last Judgment is, in essence, this very ladder, when people must climb up it, up there to the top. And my life is such a miniature of the big global world, in which the nations, the peoples, live. And as I am walking up this ladder, I see how someone is walking shoulder to shoulder with me, while someone falls away, is cast down there below — devils tempt the people. And I see how one has fallen off, how another has fallen off, and they are all in the daze. Seriously, in a daze such that it is even scary. Even to describe it is scary. That is — it’s as if the person — I don’t know — is mentally ill, can you imagine? I don’t know how to explain this. That is — you communicate with a person, let’s say, you tell him: “The apple is green,” and he looks and says: “Yes, green; the banana is yellow, yes, alright. It’s raining outside, well yes.” That is — there you are, communicating with a person in life, on matters of business. After all, we ate three pies, and there were five. How many are left? Two. Since we ate three, and there were five, there are two left. And then at some moment, and this is precisely what began in December — you communicate with a person and say: “We bought five pies, ate three, two remain.” And he says: “No, there weren’t any pies.” Or he says: “You didn’t buy them.” Or: “We didn’t eat the pies — there are still five, just as had been bought.” I say: “Well, show them to me.” And the person: “Leave me alone!” That is — it’s also amusing, how glitching these people are. Just imagine — there were five pies, this is an invented example — of which three have been eaten, two remain. I see this physically, which means I am not glitching. And how can one suspect Alexandr Korol of possibly being wrong. And imagine — a person who has fallen now into the Last Judgment tells me: “Alex, there are five pies. We didn’t eat the pies — five remain.” I tell him: “No, only two are left.” He starts getting angry, arguing with me, and telling me that I am wrong. I tell this person: “Please — can you check? You can check this physically. Show me, physically, five pies.” And he doesn’t want to show them, but he really believes and is convinced that there are five — but doesn’t want to show.

That is — just imagine — it’s as if someone has settled into him, some kind of demon. And then you tell this person: “Hey, friend, come to your senses, wake up. After all, I am Alexandr Korol — and you, let’s put it this way, are a person of a different fate, if we express it kindly — and you right now think that you are right