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[Alexandr Korol]

And that it’s inevitable and has to be this year. It has to be this year. The eleventh
volume is devoted to the Spirit and to something like this. But what’s next, I don’t
know. Meladze asks me about this, and I say: “I don’t know. Maybe now I’ll go
from the northern hemisphere to the southern, and something will happen, and
everything will go in the reverse direction, and there’ll be eleven more books. I
don’t know.”

I supposed such a thing: if there’s this sphere of ours, and if you divide it
horizontally, that is, one half, the other, like hemispheres… And you can also
divide it vertically, like this little line, like on the globus cruciger. And maybe
it’ll already be a third one. It’s as if there’s one half — let’s say I’ve come to know
it, now I’ll come to know the second. And then this little line in the middle —
this is precisely the star, that is, the Spirit, between the sun and the moon. And
what continent is it, then, if you compare it somehow? If you take Eurasia, this
continent, as one planet, and there’s the northern hemisphere… And I’ll leave,
let’s say, for South America, for the southern hemisphere, and it’s the opposite —
then what’s between them? This little line, that is, the star. Maybe it’s like that.
It’s just a supposition, thinking aloud, but how beautifully the system does it,
that even the pictures, the logos, the covers of my books — it’s all about this. My
ninth volume just has a circle, the tenth — a circle with a horizontal line. For the
eleventh volume I’m supposed to have a circle precisely with a vertical line.

Meladze also asked questions about death:

— Where does a person go when he’s precisely old? It’s clear, if he died young and
didn’t even notice, he was reborn.
— Not quite. If a person cut off his own path himself, then he won’t be reborn,
because he remembers this, that he did it. That is, these are also not-unimportant
moments. He’ll be reborn, but everything will be different there. And then, when
a person dies, don’t forget, first he ends up in the world of the dead. Physically
he lives, like people, only he can’t be among people — that is, he’s still before
the choice, in the corridor, and then he’s reborn somewhere, well, wherever he
wants. Either to heaven or to hell, he goes on further after death, after the world
of the dead. Or to earth, that is, to the material, until he dies again. And time in
all this is distorted. I’ve lived very, very many years, very many.