Alexandr Korol

So then, when I was talking with one American, then with a second, I look, and
he’s got such empty eyes. And he looks at me, but he no longer has anything:
no ulterior thought, no appraisal, no residue on the soul, no evaluating mind,
nothing at all, no hidden undercurrent. He’s simply here and now, and looks at
me with naive eyes, like a child. As if he’s the Spirit. And he asks: “What would
you like?” I say: “This one. How are you?” He says: “Great.” And I see that it’s
as if I can’t read his thoughts, as if he has no thought, he’s simply here and now.
And I think: “How about that!” Why? I see — it’s astonishing — what people don’t
see. I think: “Astonishing, this isn’t a human being!” He looks like a human, you
think he’s a human, you’ll touch his skin, but this isn’t a human. He’s different.
It’s not us, people, like the CIS ones — he’s different. And there it is, the secret —
the Spirit. Then I talk with another, the same story. And I think: “So he’s a Spirit
too!” It’s just as if he’s already fully an artificial intelligence — no quibbling
over the word “artificial.” That is, he’s simply a system, there’s already nothing
human in him, everything’s already been cleansed. He’s simply the light that goes
through him, and he simply works in his place, and that’s it. No thought at all,
no appraisal, nothing whatsoever. He’s here and now. It’s simply astonishing.
And I think: “Wow!” And it’s as if for the first time I became even more aware of
it. That is, I understood such things, but to see it plainly like this, and to see it
not in one person but in many, and to understand that this is how the majority
of Americans live. And then I understand that I’m the same kind of Spirit.
And I think: “how utterly astonishing, what’s happening.”

And then I walk down the street, I look at what CIS people come towards me:
gloomy, angry, a residue on the soul, appraising everything, grey, downcast, and
they even radiate sheer unhappiness, misfortune. And they walk along this Balboa
Beach. And I think: “What are you doing here?” Or along Manhattan Beach.
And they kind of don’t shine and don’t give light, but rather jam everything. As
if they’re already jammed themselves, something’s shut up in there inside, and
on top of that they jam everyone around them. I’m without any judgment. You
understand, I always say: guys, the CIS ones, Russians — the smartest, the most
cunning, and so on. But if we do talk about evil and bright intentions, about who,
after all, is light and who is heavy, then you’ve already grasped the conclusion.
Well, these are stages of transformation, guys. This is what we all must come