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From them, as they say, there’s “radiating.” It’s even hard for me now to rely on
dates. I don’t know when everything was, but approximately, quite strongly so.
The Spirit becomes stronger or weaker depending on where I am, whom I’m
with, and what I’m doing. If I’m alone and busy with everyday matters, then the
Spirit is in sleep mode. It’s there, but in sleep mode, like now. That is, at the
present moment it’s in sleep mode, it’s there. But it’s as if at 10% power. And
now, when I begin to recall, to set off in a journey into the past sequentially with
my attention — more precisely, to what happened at the beginning of May — then
possibly this Spirit will begin to grow and intensify, and this intoxication will
begin again. It’s already starting to get hot.
It’s an inexact date, but let’s suppose that on May 2nd a person comes to visit me.
And when I get a message from him that he’s at the hotel, that he’s flown in and is
ready to meet, and when I write back to him: “All right, give me such-and-such
amount of time, and we’ll meet,” then from this that feeling of the Spirit begins
to rise strongly. Very strongly. It’s as if everything at once started to swim, it
got hot. And I write to this person: “That’s it, how awful, this intoxication is
probably beginning again. I’ll have to have a drink.” I don’t know whether the
guest understood at that moment what I meant, but afterwards, naturally, he
understood. Probably when I wrote to him then that I need to have a drink, he
probably just thought that I want a drink, and didn’t suppose what this Spirit really
is and that if you don’t drink, it’s frightening. Well, let’s go on. So, we meet with
this person, walk down the street to a restaurant. While we walk down the street
to the restaurant, it’s as if this doesn’t exist. That is, when we were walking and
talking, sat down in the restaurant, there was this feeling as if we’d ended up in the
restaurant right away, as if we hadn’t walked down the street at all, as if we hadn’t
seen or felt anything. And it’s not even clear how much time went into our walking
to the restaurant. That is, it’s as if it was a second ago. That’s what happens. We
sit down with this person across from each other. We’d never seen each other
in person. This person, he’s been a reader for many years, more than 10 years,
but in person specifically we’d never met, because I’m always somewhere. And
here, because of the fact that this year everything gets highlighted for me about
how I must, for some reason, give light to all people, I’m kind of for this, for
people to be charged by me. And it’s not the case that I need to hide from people,
dates. I don’t know when everything was, but approximately, quite strongly so.
The Spirit becomes stronger or weaker depending on where I am, whom I’m
with, and what I’m doing. If I’m alone and busy with everyday matters, then the
Spirit is in sleep mode. It’s there, but in sleep mode, like now. That is, at the
present moment it’s in sleep mode, it’s there. But it’s as if at 10% power. And
now, when I begin to recall, to set off in a journey into the past sequentially with
my attention — more precisely, to what happened at the beginning of May — then
possibly this Spirit will begin to grow and intensify, and this intoxication will
begin again. It’s already starting to get hot.
It’s an inexact date, but let’s suppose that on May 2nd a person comes to visit me.
And when I get a message from him that he’s at the hotel, that he’s flown in and is
ready to meet, and when I write back to him: “All right, give me such-and-such
amount of time, and we’ll meet,” then from this that feeling of the Spirit begins
to rise strongly. Very strongly. It’s as if everything at once started to swim, it
got hot. And I write to this person: “That’s it, how awful, this intoxication is
probably beginning again. I’ll have to have a drink.” I don’t know whether the
guest understood at that moment what I meant, but afterwards, naturally, he
understood. Probably when I wrote to him then that I need to have a drink, he
probably just thought that I want a drink, and didn’t suppose what this Spirit really
is and that if you don’t drink, it’s frightening. Well, let’s go on. So, we meet with
this person, walk down the street to a restaurant. While we walk down the street
to the restaurant, it’s as if this doesn’t exist. That is, when we were walking and
talking, sat down in the restaurant, there was this feeling as if we’d ended up in the
restaurant right away, as if we hadn’t walked down the street at all, as if we hadn’t
seen or felt anything. And it’s not even clear how much time went into our walking
to the restaurant. That is, it’s as if it was a second ago. That’s what happens. We
sit down with this person across from each other. We’d never seen each other
in person. This person, he’s been a reader for many years, more than 10 years,
but in person specifically we’d never met, because I’m always somewhere. And
here, because of the fact that this year everything gets highlighted for me about
how I must, for some reason, give light to all people, I’m kind of for this, for
people to be charged by me. And it’s not the case that I need to hide from people,