Alexandr Korol

It’s personal. In the sense that it won’t do anything for you. In your case, maybe it will be something else. That’s the paradox. Or maybe it will be the same thing, but just expressed differently. Here’s an example. Suppose that your sister was almost raped by some criminal, and your mum at work had shit slipped under her office door. And let’s say your child was written about on the internet and photoshopped into a picture, and then your child became depressed. And after cases like that, you just realize that those people who do such things, you’re just going to kill them. Kill those people who hurt your loved ones. Or, let’s say you might feel so much pain that you want to kill yourself right now because it hurts to process it all. And the point is, I experienced such abuse recently. And I endured it, and I held it together, and I forgave it. It was the most powerful ordeal I’ve ever been through. Not counting all the other thousands of different trials. They’re all different, not just like that, they’re all different.
Another challenge, I guess, is patience... Some people may not need it. Patience that I couldn’t have before... I mean, if I had a book written, I would put it out immediately. If I found the Philosopher’s Stone, I’d show it right away. If I had a discovery, I would immediately make a movie about it or write a post about it. So I didn’t know how to hold back, I lacked it. When you know everything or you can do everything, but in the end you never show it to anyone or tell anyone – and that was also like a challenge. I learnt that. I think that’s one of the things that also brought me closer to spirituality.
So it turns out that no matter what offense a person commits against me or my relatives, there is nothing I can do. Before, it was as if I was still weak, and I could be tempted by it somehow, provoked to sin. It’s like a test. You go through these steps. And now I have learnt this step, I have overcome this illusion without falling for it. That is, I did not stumble, I still kept my heart. Even though I was on the verge. Imagine, I have so many opportunities, connections and so on. I could have just ordered all the villains, cut them off and that’s it. But I forgave them. I was faced with a choice, because the abuse was to such a level that it was unbearable to tolerate. And I had to take it. Now I don’t care about all of you people in principle, I don’t care what you do, even if you bang your head against the wall, even if you throw mud on me and yourself. I’m already strong enough. Although I didn’t think I could be that tough. And in terms of knowledge, too, that now there’s no such thing as I used to have. It’s like there’s something