Alexandr Korol

or just some billboard that says “leave everybody in your life”. And you read that and you start doing that and you get success from that. And then a week later, you look at the billboard, and it doesn’t mean the same thing. And you thought it meant something else. But in the end you see that this illusion led you there, in the right direction, but it is an illusion. God, or a higher power, aliens, angels, they manage it so masterly, this is their way of communication with people, that you can never prove anything. It will never be possible to prove that there is this higher power. If some special services want to check me, everything that I will tell them or show them, it will turn out that it all seemed to me, nothing happened, no facts. It’s all in my head. It’s all right for me, at my level I see, when God communicates with me, it’s all fine. But you don’t understand how you live. You’re living in illusions. I have observed how people figure out the matrix that you have to draw or glue together from sticks. When you encounter and make mistakes when you make the matrix, it is an indication of what kind of mind you have, how you live in illusions, how it deceives you. You don’t even see reality. To be more exact, your reality consists of your illusions. To you everything that seems bad, then you will find out later that in fact it is all good. And it seemed bad to you. And what you thought was good will turn out to be what you thought it was, and it’s actually bad. And in essence it all seems to you that what you want, what you do not want – everything is an illusion. Everything is an illusion in which something seems to you. Even I’m in it, you know? It just seems to me and it seems to you. That is, only yours seems to you, what you live in, and mine seems to me. But it just seems. There’s no hard evidence, you can’t touch it. It just seems and imagines.
I can say, “I can’t quit writing, otherwise God will punish me.” And God will say to me, “Who told you that? You’re your own man, do whatever you want.” That’s what He’ll say to me. And I’ll say, “No, I know I’ll get a smack on the head if I quit writing books.” He’ll say, “No, you’re the one who made that up.” That’s clever, isn’t it? Basically, if I stop writing books now, I’ll get a slap on the wrist. And that’s what it’s like here, whether it seems like it or not. You can’t prove it. And they’ll say to you, “You’re the one who’s got it all figured out. You’re the one who thought you couldn’t have a family. You’re the one who thinks you can hear someone”. Because, really, do I hear anybody? I don’t hear anybody. I don’t hear any voices. I just think I hear something. Just like you. You’re always imagining