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[Alexandr Korol]

and this is also a “wife.” And everything will depend on this, everything will come
to pass through this. What remains is the key thing: one wife, the real one, then
the wife-country, and the glory, the throne of glory, that is, the matrix. However I
do this now, everything will come to pass. And I won’t choose the country. This is
very important. I don’t choose it. The choice doesn’t depend on me… Again, it’s
however God-the-system does it. If it turns out that everything comes together,
that in one country they await me, receive me, and everything’s fine, then I’m in it.
If into another, then into another. If into one of two countries — and maybe there’s
some third country too, and I can’t get in there because of some documents, then
it’s definitely not that one. But it has to happen of its own accord. That is, I don’t
wait for or plan anything at all.

My friends push me to answer their exact, precise questions — when and in which
month. Well, I made a guess, but it’s laughable. As they say, “to make plans is to
make God laugh.” I don’t make them. That is, everything goes as it’s supposed
to go. If it’s needed that tomorrow I end up somewhere, then it’s needed. If it’s
not needed, it’s not needed. If something happened, that something broke or
got lost, that too is the Will of God, it means it’s supposed to be so. That is, this
can no longer upset me, and so on. Basically, the way it was when I was little,
now it’s all come back, this state of mine. And likewise the other way around: if
something good has come together, it means there’s supposed to be something
good. Something bad — it means there’s supposed to be something bad. Because
the bad and the good, it’s now neither bad nor good, it’s simply circumstances
that either stop me or lead me somewhere. And I simply go on further up this
staircase.

I also believe I need to add this moment… One person, let’s say, fell under the
influence of a demon. I don’t recall when, maybe two weeks ago. I tell him about
this, and he reacts: “All right, Alexandr, I’ll come back to myself and then I’ll get
in touch with you.” And I tell him: “Wrong. Because, on the contrary, in order
to come back to yourself, you have to be in touch with me.” But people, how are
they? What is it that they always get lost and confused by? It’s precisely that the
longer they don’t talk with me, the longer they’re disconnected from me, the
more a person picks up a demon somewhere. I tell him: “So where’s the logic?