Note: This story is incomplete—a rough draft. Additionally, watch out for potential translation errors. Some phrases might not be rendered perfectly in all languages. For example, if you see the phrase "God is one", please note that the intended meaning is "All are gods." A mistranslation can create confusion, leading to misunderstandings or false hierarchies. My intention is to affirm that we are all unique and eternal creators—no one is above or below anyone else.
Should I rate this article like a movie?
I've seen tons of movies where violence is just part of the plot, betrayal is glorified, and drama is practically encouraged every day. Compared to all that, this article is really mild. It doesn’t even come close to what’s considered “normal” in most mainstream media. So yeah, I’d say it’s totally fine, but be warned.
Much like how many are compelled to glorify the destruction of a kind man—turning it into The system of belief—they’re taught to believe one thing, yet encouraged to act in complete contradiction, just to feel justified. They even wear it proudly—creating pendants and sacred items to commemorate what they likely see as a triumph, an ultimate achievement.
And always, of course, through the hands of others.
Rituals emerge: drink the blood of your arch enemy. Even the open distribution and promotion of one the deadliest drugs—right there on spot in public—handed out to anyone and everyone, children included. And on top of it all, they're given a false choice: accept the imposed “truth”… or face being silenced, erased, or unalive for resisting it.
Life’s Journey: Where Reality Meets Dreams
Life is a strange and extraordinary journey. Each of us moves at our own pace, encountering unique challenges, joys, and discoveries. My story is just one among many, yet it has led me to special realms where reality converges with dreams, and where beings from different planes of existence seamlessly intertwine with daily life.
As a healer and energy master, I often feel as though I’m treading multiple worlds at once. I’m constantly learning, growing, and striving to make sense of what truly unfolds in our shared reality. In the pages that follow, I aim to share my experiences—a tapestry woven from dramatic events, detective twists, secrets of the dream realm, and profound existential insights.
It is a story where the search for truth becomes a daily necessity, revealing humanity’s true threats in places we least expect. My hope is that it may bring you new knowledge or inspire you to approach life from a broader perspective. However, I must warn you that this “detective drama” can be intense—it covers a wide range of topics and emotions. If your nerves aren’t steady, treat it like an unfinished manuscript, a myth in the making that future generations might one day read to learn how things once were.
Witnessing the World’s Wounds
Serving as a healer places me at the nexus of our planet’s darkest wounds and brightest miracles. I feel compelled to protect those who are vulnerable, which means I see both wondrous beauty and profound pain. Yet I believe that, given time and collective effort, what normally remains hidden can be brought into the light, allowing healing to occur. If there’s anything my words can offer, I hope it might be a spark of guidance or comfort for anyone in need.
Childhood Dreams and the First Awakening
My earliest memories are like hazy mirages—dreams blending with strange sensations before I fully grasped reality. In these dreams, massive structures would pulsate and shift, appearing vast in one moment and small in the next. It felt like an infinite realm whose logic I couldn’t comprehend, yet it captivated me completely.
The first major realization came when, as a small child, I hid behind a box and watched my mother search for me. It dawned on me that she saw only what her eyes were looking at. This felt profoundly unfair, as I believed grown-ups should see everything, know everything. That moment shattered my naive assumption of adult omniscience.
Encounters with Deception—and Computers
My next critical lesson involved deceit. Neighborhood children invited me to play, only for me to discover they weren’t playing at all. The lie felt like a betrayal not just of me but of the world I knew.
Right around that time, I encountered computers—my refuge of logic and predictability. An old MS-DOS machine from my uncle opened a new realm where things were consistently defined, and I desperately wanted to understand it.
Although I had a wonderful uncle—whom I truly believe was the smartest man alive, at last for me—I quickly realized that even great intelligence doesn’t always guarantee financial stability. He was highly respected, with many national medals of honor and a few hundred patents to his name—how he managed all that is still beyond me. Still, we always supported each other, even though we rarely saw one another. Perhaps it was because I was always incredibly busy and seldom found time for people.
Realizing I needed English to interact with my new companion, I learned the alphabet in both my native tongue and English.
I want to reveal how my miscommunication with my surroundings began, as well as my first steps toward an independent journey. When I started first grade, I already knew how to write in two languages, but I wrote using printed letters. The very first assignment from my teacher was to learn cursive, so I brought in my work written in print. This caused real confusion: my classmates had never seen such writing before—they didn’t understand what I was doing, and the teacher seemed bewildered. That moment, when I didn’t fit into the usual school norms, became the spark that pushed me to seek out independent ways of learning—and, over time, that desire only grew stronger within me.
Early Responsibilities and Self-Reliance
I embraced adult responsibilities earlier than most. In a country where the minimum wage was low, my whole family earned around 170 euros monthly, so I worked to help wherever possible while finishing school. I aimed for perfection in all I did, dividing my day into exact schedules. It was a demanding routine, yet it instilled in me a relentless drive for knowledge and self-improvement.
One memory that stands out is a girl classmate mocking that my shoes were dirty from a previous day’s work. Though I felt a moment of embarrassment, it also steeled my resolve. Even now, I often wear sturdy, practical shoes—comfort over convention. My life remains a balance of study, work, and personal growth, seldom leaving room for idle time.
Venturing into Knowledge and Beyond
As I grew older, any extra time I managed to carve out was devoted to learning. I joined organizations, participated in high-intelligence communities, and traveled widely. I biked across my home country, hiked through large swaths of Europe, hitchhiked over mountains, and helped organize countless workshops and events. Some of these adventures even found their way into newspapers and online platforms.
I’m not sure if I should even share this part…
It was around this time that I took my very first IQ test, motivated by a desire to connect with people from all over the world—a community that required meeting a certain threshold. When my results came back, I scored 127—well above what was needed. Yet, that brief spark of happiness was quickly replaced by a creeping sense of horror. I was young and stupid; I genuinely believed the world was full of incredibly intelligent, all-knowing people—people who took care of everything, who could teach and guide me.. But the test results—and the way intelligence is distributed—told a different story. Instead of feeling proud, I was left with a deep sense of... I don't even know what. From that moment on, I poured every spare second into learning, trying to fill that unexpected void with knowledge. Maybe one day, I’ll finally feel smarter in my own eyes.
Until then, I’ll keep thinking of myself as the least knowledgeable person in the world. Strangely, it makes life easier— because if I’m already “dumb,” who cares? Then you can ask anything, study everything, and try anything without fear. There’s just so much to learn and understand; the more and the faster I can learn, the better.
My thirst for knowledge led me through Mathematics and Physics, then onward to Chemistry, Biology, and Geology. With Mineralogy and Gemology, I discovered the Earth’s hidden treasures. Astronomical and astrophysical studies took me into the stars. By exploring BioPhysics and Biomedicine, I sought to connect the threads between living systems and universal laws. Along the way, I delved into Engineering disciplines, Robotics, and eventually Theoretical Physics and Environmental Engineering, striving to understand and safeguard the planet we share.
A Long Journey into the Living Dream
While studying the intersection of science, nature, and spirit, I stumbled upon what I call the “living dream.” In this realm, natural spirits and scientific wonder coexist, revealing hidden layers of reality through the lens of energy. This broadened my perception, awakening a profound sensitivity to both visible and invisible life forms.
Dreams became teachers, guiding me to approach every being—even those without physical form—with respect and empathy. Some of these entities craved human companionship, others were benevolent helpers, and still others were shy, mirroring the cautiousness I sometimes feel when forging new connections.
Paradise on the Road
At times, my journey resembled paradise on Earth. I traveled by bicycle in groups I organized, trekked across unfamiliar regions of Europe with nothing but a backpack, hitchhiked through mountains, and led countless seminars. Curiously, I rarely encountered malice. The one notable instance was when a gas station attendant refused to let us use the restroom without a purchase, which in retrospect isn’t entirely unreasonable.
I came to believe that people, at heart, are extraordinarily kind. Even amidst our many differences, we lived peacefully, helping each other along the way. It taught me that every living being—visible or not—deserves respect and compassion.
The Reality of Peace and the Road Ahead
When my wanderlust waned, I refocused on work, studies, and the dream realm. My days were meticulously planned, and life felt almost idyllic until a minor injury prompted me to slow down just as COVID-19 brought the entire world to a halt. While I recovered in relative isolation, a quiet sense of tranquility pervaded my days.
Yet that calm was fleeting. As soon as I reemerged into the broader human world, I sensed a new chapter unfolding— one that would require renewed dedication, insight, and healing. Wherever this road leads, I will continue to explore the boundaries of our shared reality, guided by curiosity, empathy, and the unshakeable belief that we are all creators—unique sparks of a limitless universe, bound by love.
The Reality of paradise and New Goals
The reality of paradise had faded, and returning to the world of people marked the beginning of a new chapter—one where I would confront the shadow of corruption, a force that can take root in any human heart, in all of us...