My odyssey: What awaits next

CONTENTS

1. Foreword: Life's Journey, Woven from the Threads of Reality and Dreams
   1.1. Introduction: A Strange and Extraordinary Journey
   1.2. The fusion of reality and dreams
   1.3. Mission and goals of Gydūnas
2. Translation and its Challenges
   2.1. The impact of translation errors
   
3. Spiritual Worldview
   3.1. Eternal life through love
4. The First Stages of Life: What to Expect?
   4.1. The dream world in childhood
   4.2. The First Awakening: Awareness of the “invisibility” of others
   4.3. A painful lesson about lies
   4.4. First steps towards independence
5. The Beginning of Adult Life
   5.1. Computers – a new friend and language learning
   5.2. School experience and social challenges
   5.3. Discovered journeys: cycling across the country, walking across Europe
   5.4. Depth and breadth of studies
   - Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Geology, Mineralogy, Gemology
   - Astronomy, Astrophysics, Biophysics, Biomedical Science
   - Electronic, Mechanical, Civil, Chemical Engineering
   - Materials Science, Robotics, Biotechnology, Space Science
   - Theoretical Physics, Environmental Engineering
6. The Long Journey to a Living Dream
   6.1. Dream Teachers: Beings Without a Physical Body
   6.2. Journeys through "paradise": peace and a beautiful world
   6.3. The illusion of peace and the world coming to a standstill (COVID-19 context)
7. Difficult Survivals
   7.1. Isolation and understanding
   7.2.Pain and peace: moments of complete helplessness
   7.3. Discoveries and perceptions between life and death
   7.4. Struggles and Solutions: The Search for Meaning and Strength
   7.5. Hope and Recovery After Darkness
8. Darkness and World Manipulation
   8.1. The "Octopus" and the Web of Eternal Suffering
   8.2. Methods of Darkness: Revenge, Karma, Provocation
   8.3. The power of the human heart against the forces of control
9. In the Shadow Kingdom: The Price of Kindness and Unfathomable Horror
   9.1. Torture, intrusion and enforced disappearance
   9.2. The Power of Love Against the Cycle of Revenge
   9.3. In the Shadow of Despair: A System That Seems to Not Exist for the Good
   9.4. "Do I want to take revenge on the state?" - an internal drama
   9.5. Fragility and meaning: how will it all end?
10. A Little More About Mess
    10.1. Systemic challenges and the reality of injustice
    10.2. Healthcare Problems: Causes of Collapse
    10.3. Social disorder and inequality
    10.4. Anti-corruption and personal responsibility
    10.5. Disappointment with law enforcement institutions
    10.6. Vision of life: what kind of life is truly worth pursuing?
11. Addictions and Their Consequences
    11.1. Alcohol, drugs: pleasure or trap?
    11.2. How do dependencies support the control mechanism?
    11.3. The Paradox of Value: Short-Term Happiness vs. Long-Term Well-Being
12. My Duty and Restoring Karmic Balance
    12.1. What does it mean to "redeem" other people's karma?
    12.2. The power of love and forgiveness against violence
    12.3. The Animal Farming Industry: Environmental Damage and the Issue of Cruelty
13. Wild Dream Journey: Earth and Boundless Space
    13.1. Gydūnas's Dreams and Contradictions
    13.2. "The Irony of the Gydūnas": When He Himself Suffers Pain
    13.3. Oblivion Machine: The Mysterious Earth Shield
14. The Cost of Meditation and Life Choices
    14.1. Why does meditation require sacrifice?
    14.2. Financial, Spiritual, and Personal Consciousness Challenges
    14.3. Is it worth choosing a “simple” life?
15. Final Reflection and Future Journey
    15.1. Endless work and urgent matters
    15.2. Farewell to the present
    15.3. Hope that words and experiences will help others
    15.4. The New Starting Point: Going "Where No One Understands"

(The story is not finished, this is just a rough draft)

The impact of translation errors

While reading my texts, I noticed that sometimes there were translation errors. Therefore, I would like to draw attention to possible inaccuracies. Although some parts may be translated incorrectly, the main idea should remain clear, as I approach the topic from different angles, trying to maintain the main message.

Fundamental translation error

For example, if you notice the phrase "God is one," the correct version should be "All are gods."

Dangers of errors

One mistake can cause a lot of confusion. Such a mistake, used maliciously, can create the illusion of separation and perpetuate the idea that someone has magical power and others are inferior. This would be disastrous and would force people to live under the yoke of control. Meanwhile, I logically argue that since the beginning of the Universe, we have all been gods. No one is better or worse than the others. We are all different, but we are all eternal creators, so there is no point in comparing or judging.

The power of love

Let's love ourselves and each other.Growth happens through love, not stress. It's not only nice and good, it's also beneficial for everyone. We all want to be loved and happy, just like everyone else.

Mutual aid

When you are strong, you can help someone else. Maybe another spirit being will take care of you when you need it most. Our bodies are temporary, and eventually we will all be where care and warmth are needed.

Eternal life through love

Let us love ourselves and others - that is enough to live forever.

Dream world

My childhood memories are like smoky mirages, full of dreams and strange sensations that touched my mind even before I realized reality. The first dreams were full of incomprehensibly large structures that strangely contracted and pulsated, sometimes appearing large, sometimes small. It was an infinite world whose logic I did not understand, but which captivated me.

First awakening

One of the first conscious memories that I have is of hiding behind a box as a small child, unaware of my age. I sat there watching my mother search for me, and it dawned on me at that moment: she only sees what her eyes are looking at. This realization seemed so strange and wrong because deep down I believed that adults should see everything, all the time, as if they were omniscient, just like everyone else.

A painful lesson about lies

Another pivotal moment that had a profound impact on me was when the neighborhood kids invited me to play outside. I went out enthusiastically, but I quickly realized that they were lying and doing something completely unrelated to the promise to play. Lying was foreign and unacceptable to me; it seemed incomprehensible, like a betrayal not only to me but to the world. At that time, I first encountered computers, which became a reliable refuge for me. An old MS-DOS computer, a gift from my uncle, was like a ticket to a new, promised land, where the rules were clear and understandable.

First steps towards independence

From that moment on, it became clear that I had to learn English – in order to communicate with my new friend, a computer. This need forced me to learn the alphabet not only in my own language, but also in a foreign one. When I entered the first grade, I already knew how to write in two languages, using printed letters, but the first school assignment was to learn to write in cursive. I wrote the text in printed letters, and this caused confusion - the students did not understand what I was doing; they had never seen printed letters before. This miscommunication encouraged me to learn independently, which I increasingly craved over time.

The beginning of adult life

Computers became my constant companions, and I started my adult life early. The country's minimum wage and the income of my mother and family were modest, only about 170 euros a month before taxes, so I tried to help as much as I could. I finished my studies while working, striving to maintain perfection in everything I did. My life was like a clock - every minute was carefully calculated.

Schools and social experiences

Even though I had a wonderful uncle, I realized that scientists, although smart, often don't have money. But we always supported each other, even though we rarely saw each other. Or maybe it was because I was always busy and rarely had time for people.

I remember another moment at school when a girl noticed my dirty shoes that I had been working in the day before going to school. It caused some embarrassment, but it also strengthened me - nothing has changed since then. Even now I often wear work shoes - only now they are blue and very comfortable sneakers. I work just as hard as before - 24/7, even at night, to keep the job going.

The depth of travel and study discovered

When I had more time after becoming an adult, I started to study even more intensively. I participated in various organizations, joined high-intelligence communities and traveled a lot. I cycled around my beautiful country and explored most of Europe on foot, hitchhiking through clans and cities. Some of our stories were even written in newspapers and on the Internet.

Deepening your studies

Starting from the basics, I immersed myself in Mathematics and Physics, seeking to understand the laws of the world and the language of numbers. Then I delved into Chemistry and Biology, studying the elements and the world of living organisms. I was fascinated by Geology, where I discovered the secrets of the earth, and along with it I delved into Mineralogy and Gemology, studying various minerals and gemstones.

The vastness of the universe and technology

From there, I ventured into the vastness of the Universe through Astronomy and Astrophysics, where I learned the secrets of stars and galaxies. Biophysics combined my knowledge of biology and physics, while Biomedical Science opened the door to human health research. In the world of technology, I delved into Electronic Engineering and Mechanical Engineering, understanding how various devices are built and function.

Engineering and Materials Science

I further delved into Civil Engineering and Chemical Engineering, exploring the intricacies of infrastructure development and chemical processes. Materials Science gave me an understanding of how new materials are created, and Robotics opened the door to the world of automated systems. I was also interested in Biotechnology, which combines biology with engineering, and Space Science, which explores the farthest reaches of the universe.

Complex concepts and environmental protection

Eventually, I came to complex concepts such as Theoretical Physics, which studies the laws of the universe, and Environmental Engineering, which aims to protect our planet and ensure sustainable development.

A long journey to a living dream

For many years I have been exploring a living dream, a world where the spirit of nature and the mysteries of science have merged into one harmony. This experience opened up new horizons for me, allowing me to see the world through the prism of energy. This different perspective has changed my relationship with the world, making me more sensitive and attentive to all living things.

Dream teachers

Dreams became my teachers, honing my ability to be friendly even to those without a physical body. The beings I encountered in my waking life, diverse and unique, were as real as they were strange. Some craved human companionship, others were helpful and attentive, and still others were shy, like me, sometimes cowering too much in my presence.

Journeys Through Paradise: Life Experiences and the Search for Humanity

I lived my life as if in paradise, traveling around cycling around the country in my own organized group or walking around Europe, just with a backpack for two, through mountains and unknown places, hitchhiking, leading hundreds of events and seminars, participating in countless projects and activities, I have never encountered malicious people. Perhaps the only time was during a hike when one of us was refused permission to use the toilet at a remote gas station, after asking to buy at least an ice cream, which is completely understandable.

All people are incredibly wonderful.

A lesson in peaceful living

Despite our differences, we managed to live peacefully, helping each other. This interaction taught me to understand that all living creatures, visible and invisible, are worthy of respect and friendship.

When my thirst for travel finally subsided, I returned to work, studies, and dreams. My days were carefully counted, and my life was like paradise, until one day I got a minor injury and decided to quietly heal. Then COVID-19 came - the world stopped, and I was left to rest peacefully, returning to the city.

The illusion of peace and new goals

But the peace was only an illusion as the next stage approached upon returning to the human world...

To go between worlds

Isolation and understanding

When I was bedridden, I was completely alone. The last people left because it became too difficult for them, and I was finally alone. At that time, I did not understand why no one was helping, why no one was treating or restoring me. I did not yet know that they simply did not know how to help, and could not, did not know how to restore.

They can't heal, they can't restore, I don't understand.

Pain and peace

In my last moments, I felt something that no human should feel. Every movement was unimaginably painful. I could feel something moving inside me, and everything was incredibly sensitive. Before, I could find a painless place by rolling over on my right side, but now there was no place without pain. I could neither move nor be still—there was no peace, not even for a moment.

And yet... let's say someone whose fingers I'm in this position through... still won't let me rest in peace.

I'm tired of the pain. After a while I realized why it's important to have someone by your side - to give you strength on your last journey - it's incredibly important. It's also the most important time in your life, you want to be as long and calm as possible. But now it's the way it is.

Discoveries and understanding

Soon it became very cozy and peaceful. It reminded me of an early winter morning by the forest, when it seems you can hear the snowflakes falling. The peace turned into visions. I saw myself in others' memories of me. I saw through their eyes, I felt what they felt, I saw and heard. I understood everything and was very grateful to everyone.

At that moment, everything became clear and transparent. I realized that such perceptions come only when you can no longer tell anyone about it - it is simply impossible to convey, only then does understanding open up. In a field of peace and warmth, my dear people seemed to be telling me, but I also seemed to see and understand the whole detailed story. From understanding and spiritual contact came warmth and peace.

Struggles and decisions

At the same time, I also saw the structures of other beings, older than the planet itself. I saw what was being done and how it was being done. I saw a web of eternal suffering. The whole world is taken over, fully controlled, and the being is conscious, in all countries. There are many wonderful people everywhere, but everywhere there is also a layer of the taken over who will never let the sky open. An incomprehensible ugliness emanated from them. If I were a body, I would probably have vomited everything I had eaten in my entire life from horror and disgust. At that moment, I was glad that I had lived my whole life honestly. They hated me, and finally, finally I am here.

I lived a perfect life, achieved and did everything I wanted to. I can leave - just look up, just go. But when in doubt, I was given an infinite number of options in every direction, until old age, just to keep myself busy and not cause trouble. What a life. To survive safely until death.

Hope and recovery

I remembered those I loved dearly. I understood what would happen to everyone, including them. I remembered my sorcerer and thought that he would want to understand what I had seen. I remembered those I loved once again and I did not want to let them be in the eternal machine of suffering. Of all the lives I saw every moment that followed, and I chose nothing.

I remembered my heart, and it showed me the way, the only way I can see no future in. It is the only path worth following.

Soon the horror and pain returned. I began to hear and feel something moving and pumping inside me again. Everything was difficult. At the same time, I began to see all the memories of my dreams. For the first time, I was able to communicate directly with myself. I never needed this before – we got along great, successfully working on projects to support the energy of world peace throughout our lives. I realized that no one can help me or others because they don’t know, can’t, or understand. They themselves are trapped and weakened.

I, as a body, am only a reflection of myself, and the real me is the super-body that does everything.

The dream memories reminded me of what I had been doing all my life, just as the pebbles had taught me. Reminding me of how I had played and moved my powers, using the tools of my spirit. I realized that no one knew or could. These were definitely not games. Just moving one hand or toe was more than enough.

What I had learned all my life, I now worked on myself. Soon the immobile and painful area became warm and peaceful.Hope came, a drop of strength came into my muscles. Unable to do anything or move anymore, I began to recover.

I don't want to leave people here. With the sky closed, they'll start feeding again, and this time there'll be no hope of doing anything for tens or hundreds of thousands of years. A million years isn't long in the eyes of the Universe, but there shouldn't be any spirits here.

While the recovery was going on, I remembered the whole structure. The darkness, like an octopus, has imprisoned everyone in the whole world. One pulls the rope of karma, and at the same time the other pulls the rope of revenge, and the whole world continues to strangle each other into the abyss.

They only understand power, control and strength. They can take over anyone except those who have a heart. They do not understand higher powers and cannot directly control sincere people. Instead they try to imitate and remove/break them or provoke or poison them with alcohol, even a drop, and then take control, first through others and then directly.

After that, everything changed.

Even though my education was coldly interrupted, in my dreams our games progressed, took on a different meaning; everything seemed to have changed. I began to solve challenges in ways I had never tried before. The dream characters I had previously played with in these dreams noticed the difference. They would ask me how I did it, how I did it, and I would usually answer lightly: “It’s easy—you just see what needs to be done, you understand everything, and you do it.”

But as we started to travel through different scenarios, things started to change. The experiences were no longer just games.

One night, a spirit in my dream brought me a human spirit and asked if I could help, at least try. I saw a man, here in the waking world, who had lost touch with himself—separated from everyone, no one knew what had happened to him. It seemed like no one could reach him anymore.

As I looked at him, I immediately understood his story. I saw how the lines of his life had been scattered, how connections had been lost, how the perspectives of others had been intertwined with his. I removed what shouldn’t have been there—like bruises and misplaced fragments—and found him in the chaos and restored the broken connections. When everything fell into place, he came back to himself, and peace surrounded him.

The spirit that had been tending to him looked into my eyes, as if silently asking what I had done, how I had done it, what had just happened. I felt strange, as if she could see right through me, knowing me better than I knew myself. Her gaze revealed a series of equations, but I couldn’t quite grasp them. I tried to speak, to explain, but the words wouldn’t come; I didn’t even know where to start or what to say. Then, with another look, I saw what she had seen—a change in me that I hadn’t seen myself. In that moment, I learned something about myself that I had never known or been able to see.

In the end, I just said, "I'll do whatever I can, if that's possible. That's all I need—no matter how big or difficult the task."

Insights in a different way

Another time, I felt a strong calling in my waking life. I knew I had to go, so I carefully packed my things, got myself comfortable, and I laid down and went to "sleep".

Almost immediately I was awakened and transported to a place where I could not waste a moment. We quickly approached what appeared to be an underground dwelling. Although it was all deep underground, the rooms resembled ordinary living rooms. In one of these rooms sat a man—a human body—at a table, trying to solve something very important.

But then another being broke in—cold, heavy, and oppressive. It whispered something into the man's mind, something that was clearly felt, seen, but impossible for a man to comprehend. The man suddenly jumped up from his chair, quickly distracted and overcome with anger.

I watched as his body, though outwardly trying to appear strong, felt utterly helpless. He kicked the table, and I understood—this heavy creature had implanted in him something false, false ideas that fueled his anger. The creature, seeing its work done, vanished with a kind of sick satisfaction.

As I continued to observe, I realized that this man was completely powerless against this. The understanding he needed was far beyond his capabilities. He was completely disconnected from everything—just a body in a high-ranking uniform, with no real power or influence.

That body could kick tables, shoot at the ceiling, destroy everything around it. It could even harm itself or others, make phone calls and cause random violence anywhere in the world. But none of that mattered. Even if everyone around it died and the world collapsed, nothing would change. The work was done as planned, by forces that do not belong to the physical world. Human bodies are powerless in themselves. I could remove the implant that was sending him those false signals, but that was just a distraction for him. Even without that distraction, he still couldn't change anything.

We went unnoticed.
The spirit that brought me to this place was unknown to me, but it felt familiar and warm. It was trying to show me something important, and I think I understood—at least for that moment. But now, waking up, I'm not sure. Even if I think I do, I realize that I don't, not completely. I can't even begin to grasp what's really going on.

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And perhaps, as thousands of lives have been restored and countless others have been helped and made happy, those who hate healthy, strong, and happy people—those who hide behind the broken and seek to keep them in a state of degradation as a political strategy—may emerge. They may come with a bang.

Uncontrolled chaos

It all started when the life I knew began to fall apart. Break-ins to my home became a daily occurrence, and endless thefts followed one another. They took everything I had – my material possessions, my sense of security, and eventually my health. Broken bones and unbearable pain became my daily routine. Every time I thought I was starting to recover, everything would fall apart again. From further dangerously ugly actions from the pests, I was practically paralyzed, left to die in the winter cold, where the pain became so unbearable that I lost consciousness, only to wake up to the slowly convulsing warmth of my own blood.

The torture became even more sophisticated – they kept me awake, not letting me sleep, even when I was seriously ill from their cruelty. Hunger became my constant companion, when everything I had was taken away, and the tax inspectors demanded that I pay income tax on the money already stolen or they would take everything I had in cold blood. And then the truth came out – not only is no one punished for crimes, but there is no need to pay taxes on stolen money. In a corrupt system, taxes do not exist, and if they did, they know how to avoid them, they steal from the prosecutors themselves. Finally, they began to take away all my property. Even my car was not spared from this horror – it was destroyed, as if this was just another way to ruin me.

The fight for survival

It seemed that I was not destined to survive in this kingdom of horror. But, contrary to all expectations, I survived. Perversions on their faces – those who silently but actively awaited my death, ready to take everything I had – was palpable. But with each day of recovery, their faces became more and more filled with hatred. What should a person do who has suffered such injustice? Should sincere people be tortured just because they are good? Should they give up everything and just go on living as if nothing had happened? As some officials suggested – representatives of the nation, who later joined in the extraction and plunder of my property.

Is this the end of kindness?

Is it the destruction of good people in order to maintain a state of horror in a world where there are no good people and no hope? What is a person supposed to do in a place where even the law offers no protection? Should they defend themselves with their fists like chimpanzees? Although I'm not sure how they act, so it's hard to say. In any case, I couldn't even move, and the system that is supposed to protect against such actions should work... but it turns out that it doesn't always work as it should.
What to do when law enforcement is ineffective? When extortionists, torturers, and even murderers take the place of prosecutors? When the immunity system becomes easily deceived and ineffective?
But that would backfire on you, because those in power are forging documents, even notaries, and manipulating justice. If you try to defend yourself, your history of self-defense will be erased, and the world will only be presented with the fact that you are an aggressor who attacks for unclear reasons.

And what then?

They will accuse you and make you pay huge compensations to those who took everything from you. They even dare to say: "Maybe you had nothing, you just imagine that you had some things? Or maybe you want to die again? What will you do? Our family of prosecutors, no one will help you. It's better to give up what you have and go, leave the country. Or maybe, if it's so difficult for you, maybe you should .... and do us a favor?" Well, I'm still paying loans for those things, although I don't have them anymore. It's a little comical.

The Power of Love Against the Cycle of Revenge: A Path of Healing and Protection

Could I answer the same thing, avoiding all the safeguards? Of course, it's very simple.A colorless cutting laser, easily mounted on a bicycle, could operate in such a way that, on a dark night, approaching from a distance of a hundred meters, nothing would protect it - neither high concrete walls, nor insurance policies, nor any people. It would also be possible to carefully plan a chain of failures, building it up over 2-5 years and starting it in 10-12 years, when everyone had forgotten about it. Unfortunately, I was forced into learning the art against my will I got to compete with the best, and I had the opportunity to see everything up close.

But the question arises: is it worth responding in kind? The heart says that the power of love can transform energies. Responding with revenge is not worth it, because it will draw you into an endless cycle of karma and revenge. It’s not that “nothing will happen,” but you will inadvertently find yourself in hell, losing the opportunity to live a wonderful and beautiful life.

How can I use this knowledge for my own benefit and that of others?

I used to think that doctors were loved by everyone because I love them myself. However, the more people I help restore, the more I notice that behind a broken person there is often not only him, but also another person, a group of people, or even an entire state, who consciously or unconsciously injured them. Therefore, my task is not only to restore a person, but also to notice any signs that harm is being done to them, and to know how to prevent it. And while a person heals and gets stronger, I must protect him, defend him, and help him grow stronger.

What I have learned and mastered are not just tools, but also responsibilities. Knowing how to use my abilities not for revenge but for healing is a choice that opens the door to a brighter and more meaningful life for both me and those I want to help protect.

In the shadow of despair

Did I seek help? Of course I did. But the authorities saw nothing wrong with what was happening. They fabricated false stories, deliberately distorted names, and ridiculed my desperate pleas. Many of my letters went unanswered. Then the question arises: should I have expected help from those who can barely read and write, but still hold high positions in the police stations? Or from the courts, which ignore the law and act according to their whims? These people simply sit in their positions and do whatever they want. If they receive a blank sheet of paper with instructions to destroy a person living abroad, they will do it without the slightest hesitation, using the legal system to carry out illegal actions. Is this contrary to the constitution and all of humanity? What's the difference - nothing can be done to them, they are the "justice" system, they do whatever they want.

Imagine, you are calmly living your normal life, when suddenly one morning your belongings are sold, your bill is red, and the officials forcefully take everything out of your house. And all this happens because somewhere on the other side of the world, a court in a small state has made a decision, although it is neither your country nor your union. Officials holding the highest positions are not even able to write your name without errors in official documents. Illegal? So what. And what can you do? Even if you resist, you will lose several years of your life fighting windmills and no one will compensate you for anything, and they will achieve their goal, your time and life are wasted - you will never be younger, and no one will return the lost time to you.

It reminds me of the days when my grandparents were simply taken out of their university classrooms and taken to cold countries to die. Not much has changed - only now we do it to our own people.
Members of my party, like countless others, died quietly and suddenly, crippled without the ability to speak, or simply disappeared.

The path of the healer: in search of priorities

Now As I reflect, I begin to ask myself – could I actually cause harm, even if provoked? Could I consciously choose to cause pain or suffering?

As I looked out at the world, I began to ask myself: could I actually do harm, even when provoked? Could I consciously choose to cause pain or suffering? After all that had happened – the blood, the robberies, the hunger, the inability to move, to defend myself – reaching out for help in the face of lies in my documents and false names. Even more so, because I cannot afford to buy the means to defend myself or eat, and official officials are blackmailing and exploiting me, no one can hear me anymore.

I used to live in paradise, I was happy all my life in a warm environment, although I did not communicate with many people, only with warm groups that I loved and participated in or organized events. Now my life has been taken away from me, and this thought seems so foreign to me. I do not accept their world, I do not want to contribute to it, unless I want to protect others who live in this horror. How many more people are being deceived and exploited the state itself?

I am creating another world. I want to not dive into answering hell with hell, maybe it is better to strengthen, to invite people to a warm world - a place where it is good and peaceful, where you want to live. As much as love for people, strength and wisdom will allow. Statistics show that the number of suicides is the highest in the world, alcohol and drugs are flowing freely, people are dying, killing themselves, families are being torn apart, the state is implicating people, simply robbing them in public. And the government, meanwhile, is only doubling salaries.

What can people really do? Everyone is separated, divided, and pitted against each other. I often hear on TV that those in power say that people are not healthy, and that's it. This happens often - like part of a well-executed rodeo show. They describe people as fools after some vague circumstances that have become very profitable for them, as if by accident, maybe a person was simply robbed, and that's it. No basis, no real facts. "My socks are a special color, very modern, with pictures, so I'm right." And so the person remains unheard, and all the work is hidden from people. Every time I hear this on television, I understand that force throws people off, because if we delve deeper, we could discover a completely different story.

For example, if a person makes a mistake of a few cents at the tax office or an ordinary person invites a friend to help work at a vegetable market, he is punished endlessly and sentenced to tens of thousands of euros, simply destroying his life. Meanwhile, if a friend of the ruling class buys land worth several million for just one euro, then everything is considered completely normal. Instead of people growing and becoming stronger, the country itself is destroying its own people.

After the robbery, another officer says, "You robbed, you robbed. You better not resist and surrender, because it will only get worse."

This means that everyone knows what is happening, but no one does anything, and it has become the norm.

This is abnormal for me. All this could just be an invitation from the paradise I was in, to look at how people are treated and help those in need.

I have reached a point where it seems impossible to intentionally harm anyone. It would require an extremely evil intervention or influence, and even then I doubt it would be possible for it to affect me in that way. Every day, every moment, I am healing, growing, and becoming more in tune with who I truly am.

The greatest harm I could do now would be inaction—not helping when help is needed, or not intervening to stop the harm when I have the opportunity to do so. But even then, it wouldn’t be out of malice, but because my energy and resources are not infinite.I have realized that I need to set my priorities, and so I choose to protect those who are already spreading love and creating a better world – the vulnerable, the beautiful, and those who have been hurt, and those who are reaching out. At the same time, I seek to go to restore in the darkest and most desolate places on the planet, so that all of humanity can be uplifted and destruction can be stopped.

As I continue to grow stronger, I hope to reach a point where I can help everyone I truly want to help, where my strength is enough to make a difference in every situation that matters to me. But for now, I must accept that my efforts will be focused on those who need it most, who are most vulnerable or deserving of protection. I hope that by doing so, I can contribute to a world where harm becomes rarer and healing and love triumph. I long to achieve this, and I believe that as I continue to rebuild and grow stronger, I will succeed.

Do I want to take revenge on the state?

If I wanted to do harm, it would be enough to just do nothing - they are rapidly disappearing from within, and cancer spreads without any obstacles. If you want to save yourself, travel the world. There are many wonderful countries and billions of friendly people ready to welcome you.

When you are stronger, you will be able to take action if you want to return. And if the journey through other countries seems too difficult, because the state deliberately weakens human strength, cherish yourself, your environment and love your loved ones. Build your life in such a way that corruption has no chance to take hold or exploit you. Stop poisoning yourself - give up alcohol, meat, aggression. Grow and get stronger, learn, enjoy life.

I hope these texts will help everyone become stronger and contribute to creating a warmer, happier world.

On fragility and meaning

After all, they are just things, temporary objects that disappear after a few years. Cars rust and decay. Is the value of a few cents really more than a human life? Is all that I have experienced just a way to destroy kindness and leave the world without hope? What does it really mean to be a good person when kindness does not protect you from the difficult trials of life?

Is this simply a triumph of sincerity? Perhaps those who carry terror cannot survive in a just and sincere world, so they destroy any spark of joy? At the same time proving that negativity sustains them, and joy and sincerity are fatal to them?

This story is not just a personal tragedy – it is a question for all of us: what does it mean to be human in a world where evil seems to triumph? Does kindness have meaning when the illusion is so strong, the idea is imposed that kindness brings only pain and loss? This is a question that each of us must answer, looking at ourselves and the world we live in. Can we remain happy, loving and create our own beautiful world, united, not allowing those who support separation and the personal destruction of anyone who is even a little smarter, more sincere and stronger?

After all, only the strongest can be sincere. In order to help someone else, we must first take care of ourselves and have the extra strength to be able to help others.

Disappointment with law enforcement institutions

Law enforcement officers, representing the entire nation, see nothing wrong with all this; they believe that everything here is normal and that it reflects the values ​​of the entire nation. However, when communicating with officers from other countries, it is clear that their views differ - they consider such actions unacceptable, to put it mildly.

This all seems like a deep look into how people live and how they behave. To me, this is not normal.Having lived through the hellish experiences that people endure—from brutal acts to being brainwashed with deadly drugs straight from the supermarket—I understand that these experiences are merely a reflection of pain. They are the cry of the spirit, revealing the bleeding wounds of humanity, which, like a parasitic cancer, poisons humanity itself, ultimately destroying it.

The path of the heart

After looking at all the possible paths in life, I see that the path of the heart is the most beautiful and meaningful. It is the path where everyone wins, growth occurs the fastest, and every moment of life is filled with joy and meaning. I want to bring as much joy to others as possible while we are alive.

A hundred years is just a moment in time. It seems like only a short time ago that I was young and learning to write, and now my white beard reaches my navel. Time moves on.

Starting a New Life: A Journey to Inner Peace

After a few days of hunger with no chance of a better future, a broken car and the violence and illegal blackmail of state officials, I realized that only death awaits me here, once again. All my life I have defended, protected and brought beauty and honor to this place. It seems that it is time to move on. Therefore, I decided to go out and follow where my heart leads me and help people from a distance.

I wonder how many other victims, such as the elderly or vulnerable people who could not do anything? Now that world record suicide statistics, combined with the massive sinking of the nation into a quagmire of drugs and alcohol and the separation of people from each other, looks completely different to me. It is more like a silent genocide of the people.

The other country welcomed me warmly and hospitablely. The people here are good, helpful, and everyone cares about each other and the community. The state gave me free housing, gave me money, and said, “Take it, rest, recover, and when you’re ready, start living again.”

Food was much cheaper here, especially the products I liked were three times cheaper. Income from work up to 30,000 euros is generally tax-free, so you can grow stronger and become firmly established in life. Entrepreneurial ideas and initiatives are supported, encouraged and cared for.

New beginnings and strengthening

In my new country, even though I was exhausted, I still started working, even lying down. I worked until my body gradually recovered, and I began to regain my ability to form words and slowly gain strength. After six months, I finally started to regain my strength - now I can lift light objects and even carry a shopping bag home.

There were no hidden absurd obstacles or laws written on paper and hidden in drawers so that later they could say: “Ha, it’s your fault that you didn’t know that!” And suddenly – a multi-thousand-dollar fine for nothing, but created intentionally to harm you. For example, they had to perform a certain action within three weeks, but it was delayed for four months – and then you are blamed. If you don’t agree, you face sudden death or “suicide”, and the officials are still illiterate, although you work neatly and honestly. You are not dangerous and you will not resist, and they will earn.

European Union projects – parks in inaccessible forests with artificially inflated prices – are destroyed immediately after the inspection period, in order to launder money by simply taking it from the people. Others are presented with a beautiful image of the country, but in reality it is a center of thieves.

Now I understand: there are two groups of people. The first is those who are constantly deceived, left crippled, who can be robbed or even killed without any responsibility. If they are sick or crippled, it's even better - through drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, they become even more exploited.Laws exist only on paper, so that other countries may think they exist, but in reality, things work differently. They are constantly kept divided, busy with nonsense, and exhausted.

The second group is those who profit from it. They think completely differently and never mix with the first group. The first group is programmed to destroy everyone who is stronger so that no one can change anything. Elections are forced: get the votes or lose your job. People are bribed publicly, without any responsibility, and competitors are Sometimes they just suddenly lose their health, get robbed, get threatened, or their cars simply break down right before events.

I feel that the need for healing and restoration is endless in all directions. The question is: should we help people or leave everything as it is?

– like it was in the previous country. Everything was clearly laid out, the rules and laws were presented in an understandable way, and the officials were helpful and friendly. In a civilized environment, harassment or aggression is not only impossible, but simply unthinkable.

Some countries simply provide money to their citizens upon reaching adulthood, in order to facilitate, accelerate, and encourage their establishment and strength. A strong person is a strong country.

But what's the catch? After graduating from school, you get a letter reminding you that you already owe certain taxes that you never heard of. No one taught you about these things, and you don't have a job yet, and you already owe taxes.

The laws here are also one-sided, and experiencing a horrific crime simply because you are honest and successful can make investigators illiterate.

Although half of the country's population has long since left, fleeing the ongoing madness, others have succumbed to alcohol addiction, and the rest have lost their meaning and become nothing more than statistics and memories in our hearts.

Nevertheless, the country the number of representatives remained the same. In addition, salaries doubled at regular intervals - perhaps due to the increasingly difficult living situation or because no one wants to work, so it is necessary to constantly double their wages. Or maybe they actually do twice as much work, working day and night perhaps?

In any case, we could save a few million euros every month right here. It would be better to direct these millions to universities so that all people can study and attend lectures. Although we already provide the highest level of information worldwide for free, reform is long overdue.

We can give a few million euros every month to the elderly, respecting them for their work and wisdom, because we will all get there.

A new environment of peace and respect

In my new country, I was able to calmly return to work and continue my studies, because no one prevented me from doing so. The people here are simply different – ​​kind, friendly, respectful and very helpful. For the first time, I found myself in an environment where everyone genuinely cares about each other and the community, and the state cares about people.

Reviewing the past and rebuilding a new life

And what do I see now, in this new place? The people are truly amazing. I always knew it in my heart, and now I experience it every day. The horrors I endured – physical, mental and emotional torture, endless harassment and humiliation – are now just memories. Here, where people are genuinely kind and caring, I have found a home that accepted me, helped me recover, and gave me the opportunity to start over.

I now have the opportunity to contribute to society in a meaningful way, to bring light and joy to people's lives, and to continue to grow and heal. It is a path filled with love, compassion, and understanding, where I can help others who have also suffered by sharing the knowledge and strength I have gained through my experiences.

Every day is a step forward - a step towards a brighter future, a world where love, respect and kindness are the guiding principles. It is a journey worth taking, and I am grateful to be on it.

A little more about the mess

Systemic Challenges and the Reality of Injustice

When you get close to any system, the superficial beauty often crumbles, revealing the real rot. What I see is my own experience, accumulated over many years of inspection, collecting documents, information and signals from various institutions. Beneath this beautiful surface lies a multitude of sad truths that reveal how much injustice there is.

Laws are often one-sided, and the constitution seems to be forgotten. While some get paid for wasting their time, others have to work hard for every penny. If you try to change something, you will face repression, and your efforts will not only not be appreciated, but will also become an additional burden on yourself. Not only does their wasting of time cost them nothing, but they also get paid for it.

What would happen if one person were to face such injustice? How many more victims could there be in such a system? Is an entire country trapped in this cycle of victimization? Or are even several countries entangled in this deadly, corrupt system? Intelligent people are suppressed, and deadly drugs fill the shelves, maintaining an easily controlled society. Could the entire planet be in a state of madness? Harmony still reigns in nature, but the human world may be on the verge of madness. Perhaps the energy that feeds this source of suffering needs to be cleansed so that this machine can finally stop? Perhaps it was once created with good intentions, but now it only returns the pain it itself experiences.

Is this all just another mass farm to extract human energy? If humans treat other beings this way, why can't others treat them the same way?

Silent Cry of Suffering: The Broken Health Care System

The healthcare system, which should be dedicated to the health and well-being of people, is becoming a tool of oppression. Healthcare workers, nurses and hospital staff, who should be respected and supported, often face inhumane working conditions. The humiliation and abuse they suffer are not only unjust but also purposeful – all done to make them afraid to speak up and to force them to work for lower wages.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how this repression is part of a larger plan. Workers whose mission is to heal and care for others are forced to work in conditions of burnout, and their efforts are devalued. I have heard countless stories of doctors and nurses being forced to work overtime, often for less pay, for fear of losing their jobs if they dare to resist.

This degrading treatment extends to patients, who are often left without the help they need when faced with neglect and neglect. Friends have told heartbreaking stories of patients who were simply left to die, with the doors locked so that no one could help them. In other cases, relatives were afraid to leave their loved ones alone, realizing that the neglect could turn fatal.

What we are seeing is not just incomprehensible behavior, but a systemic problem that fosters violence and control. The government is using this tool of oppression not only to reduce costs but also to increase its control. It is a brutal display of power that harms both workers and patients, and destroys the health of the entire society.

Social Disorder and Inequality

Every time I hear about countries where people are barely making ends meet, while taxes are imposed on food and government officials are increasing their salaries, I realize that this is not productive governance. It is as if those in power are trying to take everything they can from a sinking ship, without paying attention to anything else.

The question is: is it worth sacrificing human lives for the sake of barely noticeable economic growth? Are these numbers really more important than human life and dignity? Perhaps the true path to sustainable growth is to care for people. When people live in peace, their minds are free to create new ideas, develop businesses, and strengthen communities. When people are strong and wealthy, they create businesses that enrich not only their own lives, but also the entire society.

Anti-Corruption and Personal Responsibility

Despite all the challenges, I will give the world a couple of years to make amends. I love people, so I give them my time and energy. I could have chosen a simple and peaceful life, but I chose to give myself for others. Karma should come back to those who try to destroy me or others, not to innocent people.

Life Vision: What Life Is Worth Achieving?

What kind of life would you like? Is it one where you can live peacefully, do what you love, be strong, and be surrounded by loving people? A life where a secure future and the opportunity to enjoy every moment of the journey is a reality for everyone? Or do you want to work under the whip, fight for every penny against others like animals to buy a short-term pleasure - a candy made of sugar and paint, or drown yourself in alcohol during the holidays as if for some pleasure to poison and degrade yourself, and enjoy a short-term victory over another who has no chance of resistance?

Alcohol and Drugs: Is It Worth It?

Is it really worth buying alcohol and drugs that cause suffering and ruin lives? These industries profit from your pain and addiction, which destroys both you and those around you. It's a vicious cycle that's hard to break, and the consequences are horrific.

Paradoxically, the government, which should be concerned with the well-being of the people, itself promotes deadly addictions, being the direct beneficiaries of this industry. They create a deceptive illusion by selling the most dangerous drugs, while at the same time banning completely harmless substances. This raises questions about the true morality and priorities of the government, when human life becomes less important than profit.

Consequences of Obedience and Repression in the Healthcare Sector

All of these actions lead to submission - when a person becomes too weak to resist and is forced to work just to survive. In this way, the person becomes even easier to control because they are tired, helpless, and have lost any hope of changing their fate.

The healthcare system is a prime example of how repression can be used to control people. Workers who should be doctors and caretakers are forced to work in burnout conditions, for lower wages, and for fear of losing their jobs if they dare to resist. This repression reduces their ability to fight for better conditions, while the government reduces costs and increases its control.

Meanwhile, in other parts of the world, people can live strong and free, creating wealth for themselves and others. These differences raise the question of whether the value of human life is truly higher than the pursuit of short-term profit.

The Paradox of Value: Short-Term Happiness or Long-Term Joy?

Is it worth investing in something that brings long-term joy, or is it better to choose short-term happiness that ultimately causes suffering? This paradox of value raises questions about our priorities and choices in life.

Contrast of Two Countries: Repression and Prosperity

One country is mired in repression, corruption, and injustice, where the government ignores the needs and interests of the people. Meanwhile, another country thrives by promoting honesty, transparency, and the well-being of its citizens. These contrasts show how government choices can have a huge impact on the prosperity or decline of a society.

My Duty and Restoring Karmic Balance

My duty is to restore what has been destroyed, to help those in need, and to restore balance to the world. Every action has consequences, and my goal is to ensure that these consequences are positive. Perhaps my task is to redeem the karma of other people, to forgive them, and to help them grow from their mistakes so that they can live in peace and harmony.

World Poisoning and Animal Suffering

Let's imagine a world where people decide to give up eating animals.This would be a step not only towards a healthier life, but also towards preserving the planet. Raising animals for meat causes huge carbon emissions – producing 1 kg of beef releases between 27 and 60 kg of CO2 equivalent, depending on the region and farming practices. This process not only pollutes our environment, but also directly contributes to the climate crisis, the effects of which we all feel.

However, what is most shocking is not only the environmental impact, but also the horrific cruelty that animals are subjected to. They are raped and killed simply because someone wanted a kebab. This machine of brutality, hidden behind closed doors, causes unspeakable pain to animals, whose lives end not with a natural death, but at the hands of humans. The dying animals, having experienced the horror, intuitively seek to return this negative energy to those who initiated their death - the customers. These animals will no longer be able to run around in the fields, they will no longer be able to see their loved ones, they will no longer have a pleasant life, because their fate was decided for the pleasure of humans.

Can it be said that only the perpetrators are to blame, and not also those who order this cruelty? Many people simply don’t pay attention because they believe that animals can’t harm them. They consider the killing of other animals to be normal, but how would they feel if the same thing happened to them? But it’s “no big deal” – those who order this cruelty live safely, hidden behind walls, not seeing or caring about the consequences of their actions. They don’t look because they don’t see, just as many people don’t see the consequences of their own actions. But after all, man is just one of many creatures in this world.

Why don't we eat our cat? Maybe it's just because we know and love it. But we eat another animal only because we don't know it and don't feel sorry for it. Is that really right? How would you feel if the same cruelty that happens to animals happened to you?

Quality of Life and Choosing a Different Path

People often do not notice how their quality of life deteriorates because they are accustomed to certain norms and standards. However, these norms, on which our daily lives are based, are not always right or moral. The actions we take have consequences that ultimately come back and affect our lives and the environment. When people choose violence against animals, they do not notice how this negative energy returns to their lives, making them less beautiful and harmonious.

Life can be so much better if we just choose a different path. It's not impossible - we just need to be open to change, let go of old habits, and understand that our actions have a big impact not only on our personal lives, but also on the entire planet.

My Duty and Restoring Karmic Balance

My duty is to restore what has been destroyed, to help those in need, and to restore balance to the world. Every action has consequences, and my goal is to ensure that these consequences are positive. Perhaps my task is to redeem the karma of other people, to forgive them, and to help them grow from their mistakes so that they can live in peace and harmony.

Wild Dream Journey: Earth and Boundless Space

The world I create is a little different, and it's not normal for me. I would like to live happily, occasionally feeling the warmth and hug of a loved one between work sessions.

I am not a caveman; more of a wild person. I like to live not in ordinary houses or apartments, but as close to nature as possible—where the soul finds peace. Sometimes an animal comes along that you can communicate with, or other spirits freely visit, swim in the lakes. And I, occasionally returning to my little cave-hut, spend the night warmly and dive back into work.

Everything I need fits in my backpack—although it would be nice to have some food.
It would be even better to have a cabin in the fields.
And it would be ideal if I had a few tons of crystals accompanying me, as they have done my entire life so far, only more, advising and guiding me through my journey.

Maybe in my lifetime I will discover a way to completely restore the human body so that it no longer ages. Or maybe science will have already reached that level. Maybe I will find effective ways to restore a person from a distance, just as effectively as when they are nearby. Maybe it would even be possible to restore everyone at once. Already, thoughts point the way—perhaps by changing the space, bodies could draw strength and restore themselves. I can't stop learning. I don't really like the idea of ​​having to die just because I wear soft and comfortable clothes or have neatly arranged my beautiful work tools.

If I had enough time to live so warmly and comfortably, to carry out my plans, maybe I would even build my own personal spaceship. With a crew of several thousand sincere people, we would embark on journeys through the boundless cosmos.

I would like to see pulsars or neural stars with my own eyes, draw fuel directly from their surfaces, and come back in hundreds of thousands or millions of years to see how the Earth is doing.

Or maybe I could teach everyone to detach themselves and return to their bodies at any time they want? And then remove that hidden mechanism that makes them forget everything and doesn't let them escape. I wonder how far it covers? Maybe it would be possible to just fly away? But wars are trying to stop this progress. Maybe it's one of the few ways. But what if the journey were long and took tens of thousands of years, or more realistically, hundreds of thousands or even millions of years to the nearest hospitable system, and the field of operation of the mechanism was larger than can be covered in a human lifetime? Well, maybe it's best to start learning to dream now.

I only hope for one thing—that when I descend from heaven here, I will no longer have to see people fighting and killing each other over trivial things like beautifully shaped shells or fossil silver just because it looks nice. That good people will no longer be hung on crosses and their deaths displayed everywhere, even in the form of pendants, as a disgusting and incomprehensible demonstration of control.

There are entire planets in space, full of gold, diamonds—everything your heart desires. Meanwhile, Earth is a gigantic, though in the eyes of space, only a speck of dust, spaceship. It travels with our solar system, moving at 2,160,000 km/h towards the Virgo cluster, right now.

The Irony of Gydūnas

I used to think that all of this could be forgiven and forgotten, as just acts of aggression that were trying to break me and make me helpless. They took everything from me—my savings, my possessions, my health, and life as I knew it. The time lost will never come back, and I am not getting any younger.

But the physical damage, the brokenness, is permanent. The doctors said it was incurable, unfixable—that would be the rest of my life. I live with a deep, never-ending pain every day, no matter how hard I try to ignore it. I act differently now, I'm always exhausted. But it's invisible to others.They will only see an angry old man and will not understand what I am going through, and probably never will. My life potential has been destroyed; my life has been taken from me.

There is a bitter irony in this situation—the healer himself is in pain. Life is funny, I guess. It reminds me of the old saying: the cobbler's shoes are torn. Even if I manage to cure everyone surrounding wounds, to relieve pain and repair the damage that results from the original injury. Could I heal myself, to solve such a difficult problem? My inner wisdom says that it is possible. When I reflect on the situation, healing seems achievable and energetically possible and tangible. But how much can I really do? I have no idea. How long will it take? I don’t know. Only practical results will reveal the truth.

For a moment, memories of past studies—osteoclasts and osteoblasts—flicker through my mind. I just need to communicate properly with my body, to understand it better. But then I remember that the work I'm doing now, the problems I'm solving, are more important than my own life, at least for now. I can't afford to be distracted for the next few years.

Perhaps life has given me the perfect patient to practice with—myself. If I ever find the time, I could heal myself and use the lessons I've learned to help others. But for now, this personal struggle will have to be put aside, at least for a while.

Oblivion Machine: The Mysterious Earth Shield

The Oblivion Machine—an ancient, mysterious device—has kept the souls of humans imprisoned within the confines of this planet for centuries. It acts as an invisible barrier, a kind of shield, preventing any soul from escaping, forcing countless lives to cycle endlessly within its grip. However, like all things subject to the laws of physics, this barrier has its limits.

According to the principles we know, the laws of cubic dependence, if this machine wanted to extend its range by doubling it, it would require eight times the energy to maintain that barrier. This raises an intriguing question: where could this machine be hidden? If it exists, it must be somewhere nearby, close enough to maintain such powerful control on Earth. Perhaps it is on the Moon, with its cold, silent presence, or perhaps on the Sun, which with its radiant energy would easily conceal the power needed for such a machine.

But in speculating, we must remain humble in the face of our own ignorance. We know so little. All the matter we see, all the knowledge we have accumulated in science, is only a small part of the grandeur of the universe. There are forces and mechanisms that we can barely comprehend.

This oblivion machine, if it exists, may operate on principles far beyond our current understanding. Its power source may be hidden in plain sight, or it may lie in a dimension we have yet to discover, just as I have discovered implants and roots of corruption hidden within healthy energetic layers. While the laws of physics may guide us forward, we must be prepared for the possibility that the truth, when we find it, will be stranger and deeper than we could ever imagine.

Perhaps our real eyes are covered by glasses designed to divert us from true reality, even though truth and illusion are right before our eyes. Perhaps this is why meditation and self-reflection are actively forbidden in some places.

At the same time, we are constantly reminded everywhere not to forget about alcohol – the deadliest drug on the planet – and to use it as a routine in all cases: after work, during all holidays and even without a reason. This way we will never find the time to look back at ourselves or gather the strength for it. If someone speaks out about how wrong it is, we will get very angry with them and try to close the door to the truth.

If constant distraction and degradation are necessary while people are alive, then this machine is not at full power, otherwise there would be no need for the kind of active control that is currently in place. This means that there is still a chance for us all to recover and liberate ourselves.

The Cost of Meditation and Life Choices

Meditation Reserves and Solitude

Life sometimes requires complete concentration and dedication to meditation. I am prepared for even the most difficult scenarios - I have a small "stomach reserve" that should be enough for a few months without food. I will take care of water as much as I can, but the most important thing for me is a quiet environment, free from distractions. If necessary, I could even meditate in the forest under a tree.

The Value and Financial Challenges of Meditation

Meditation and uninterrupted concentration are priceless assets. Therefore, I cannot afford to spend on rent, utilities, or any assistance that costs money. All my financial resources must be devoted to the bare necessities - so that I can continue this practice for as long as possible.

Paper Stocks and Movement

Some mocking thoughts revolve around paper reserves – if they run out, I still have my passport. If the situation becomes extremely critical, at least the passport will finally have some use – I can use it instead of toilet paper. After all the corruption scandals in the country, this would be a symbolic end. On the other hand, I believe that karma should return not to the people of the country, but to the corruption that is trying to alienate me from society and make me feel hatred. Corrupt actors always hide behind innocent people.

Duty and Karmic Balance

My duty is to restore what has been destroyed and to help those who need it. This is beneficial to everyone without exception. When negative forces lose their control, the body and soul come to life, become stronger. Then connection, love, strength and peace return to life. Perhaps my task is to redeem the karma of other people, to untie the chains that bind the world and help people live in peace, learning from their mistakes.

The Price and Priceless Value of Meditation

I reflect on my meditation practice, a journey to which I devote my full devotion. Every year I regularly dedicate at least half for active meditation, delving into truths or healing myself and others. I share all the knowledge and practical results I have gained for free, I do not expect anything in return.

But today the question arises - what would be the price of this practice if it were priced? Some of my skills are very valuable, and if I chose to work a regular job, I could earn three or five thousand euros a month. When I was healthy. I could live peacefully and happily, free, unknown, like hundreds of millions of other people, without worrying about anything and without any additional problems or responsibilities. And not only do I do it for free, but I pay for everything myself. Even more so, because the human world is completely uninteresting to me, I am invited to remain in other planes without contact with people or their dramas forever.I could retreat like people retreat from an anthill or a human den and do something else, with other animals.
Choosing to devote time to meditation instead of work means a loss of income of about 10-12 thousand euros over three months. Even if I simply stopped work, activities and meditated in my room, it would still cost me - about two and a half thousand euros per month, including loans, food and other expenses.

I have known this way of life for a very long time, but it is almost impossible for others to follow this path. Not many people would be willing or able to donate that much money. So I go where others cannot, and I discover knowledge and insights that most people don't even imagine. But what is the real value of this knowledge?

I could probably have chosen a simpler life – to work, to live without these responsibilities. I may have a high intelligence, but sometimes I wonder if I'm stupid for choosing this path. But the truth is, I love what I do.

If I didn't offer my time and knowledge for free, what would it be worth? The reality is that those who need my help the most often have the least. Therefore, I must give freely—it's not just a choice, it's a necessity of the heart.

Abundance of Specialists and a Unique Path

There are tens of thousands of specialists in the world, even in highly valued fields. They can be learned in a few years of study, and I have several such specialties myself. I can change activities so that the work does not get boring, and if it still gets boring, I could create and work in businesses, traveling the world and enjoying diversity, if only I wanted to live a "normal" life.

But the path I take to be myself – who I truly am – is unique and guided by spirit. It is a path that every person could discover. There are other energy masters who have been on their own unique path since birth, but their strengths and ways of working are different from mine. We support each other, using each other’s strengths and compensating for each other’s weaknesses, forming a unified whole.

It's a unique experience. To put it simply and in a modern way, imagine a job market where there is only one worker in the entire world and the demand is endless - such work has no material price. I am glad that my heart is open and that I can share all this for free.

I still remember those times when, standing by the eternal fire, shoulder to shoulder, we supported each other, cared for and strengthened each other. We were all strong, healthy and happy. Different spirits together created a common future, and the goddesses guarded the fire, not allowing the sky to close.

In this state of peace and warmth, you can do whatever your heart desires. Build rockets, design models, be an architect or engineer, think, communicate, connect with others, organize, or simply observe and enjoy. Here you are safe and free to grow in all directions, unhindered by any external disturbances.

Today, people seem broken, perhaps weakened by chemicals, public drugging, or various diseases. They are no longer able to recover or understand what is happening around them. Set against each other, they have become weak and easily manipulated. Perhaps someone from far away is practicing the art of control, playing with lives that are worthless to them.

The energetic background is so thick, the sky so overcast, that people's bodies breathe as if through energetic sludge, and spirits can no longer approach them. If one starts to recover, another offers him a bottle of alcohol on the occasion of the birth of a child or causes drama out of nothing, and everyone returns to what already resembles an eternal madhouse.

Humanity is collapsing at the hands of people themselves. They are provoked to destroy each other's bodies and do unimaginable things, but this leads nowhere. People need to be restored from within—with warmth and peace, so that they can hear themselves again, and not sink even deeper into the circle of karma. Heat begets heat, and hatred only increases hatred.

The source of all evil works through human hands, remaining inaccessible to physical objects. It does not need its own body, it uses the bodies of others, hiding where physical objects are powerless.

Sometimes my uncle visits me – an extremely intelligent man, a former respected university director with many official national awards, an engineer. He often talks about microprocessors and the aircraft he built. He tries to give me a deeper understanding of mechanics and the world. After such meetings, I wake up from sleep and look for explanations of the concepts I heard on the Internet, filling in the gaps in my knowledge. He shows me how he puts additional weights on the wing of an aircraft, several times the planned load, until the wing breaks. He collects data and continues working.

He's already gone, his body perishing along with so many other wonderful people, before it all began.

I open up new areas of research for him – not outside, but inside. I show him a lot of research and practical results, proving that I test all concepts until they break. These concepts have already been proven. He may not understand how it works, but he sees the result and supports me. Everything works, you can continue working.

Sometimes I am visited by a friendly and fragile, gentle spirit, whose care and warmth permeate my daily life. She gently reminds me not only to take care of my body, but also to find time to smile, to be attentive to myself and others. Her presence is like a gentle breeze that caresses my thoughts, urging me to stop, relax and enjoy the moment. She encourages me to remember the simple pleasures of life, such as delicious food, and to take care of myself as I take care of others. When this gentle spirit is around, I feel enveloped in warmth and care, as if she is protecting me from excessive exhaustion and reminding me that my well-being is just as important as the tasks I strive to accomplish.

But lately, every day I feel more and more spirits coming to me with their stories, full of injustice and pain. They seek comfort, they want to share what they have experienced, as if hoping that through my understanding they will find a way to heal their wounds and restore the justice that was lost. These spirits open their lives and hearts, share their deepest insights and understanding of the world in which they existed. They, as if traveling through shadows, are looking for ways to repair the damage done and protect others from a similar fate.

The presence of these spirits strengthens my inner feeling that time is running out, and I must finish my current work as soon as possible. I feel that I am called to go where I really need to be – to begin to rebuild the world itself, to heal its wounds and restore the lost harmony. I know that this requires separating myself from everything that now surrounds me, from my current work and obligations, because this path leads to a place where no one understands, but there lies my true mission. Where no one understands, there lies the deepest meaning and the purpose of my path.

Maybe you should try to communicate with the pain machine itself, the evil spirit. Maybe there lies a once loving spirit that was betrayed and is now simply returning to the world the feelings it experienced itself.

In the meantime, I want to leave something valuable for people.

Maybe my words will give someone insights that will help them become stronger, healthier, or simply more peaceful inside. Maybe there will be people who, inspired by these thoughts, will start to take more care of themselves and those around them. Maybe they will start to share their kindness, like a pebble that can be passed on to someone else, or they will inspire others to clean up their environment, realizing that true well-being lies not only in personal comfort, but also in caring for everything around us. Maybe from these small steps, greater communion and understanding will begin to grow, that each of our actions can have a meaning for everyone with whom we share this world.

Perhaps someone will find a path or wisdom in their dreams, perhaps they will be able to recover and become stronger on their own. Dreams can become guides to their inner world, revealing their deepest truths and pointing them to the right path. Perhaps these insights will help them understand how to rebuild themselves from within, find the strength and courage to live fully, despite external challenges. And who knows, maybe they themselves will become a light for others, showing that even in the most difficult moments it is possible to find a path to peace and strength.

Endless Work and Urgent Matters

Unfortunately, I don't have time to properly finish these texts or correct errors. There are more important things to do, especially now that I am urgently called to work due to events the scale of which I do not yet understand.

I have chosen a different path in life, where everything I own fits into one backpack. I miss my crystals so much. They are now in the hands of wonderful and gentle professionals who will always be ready to help you.

A brief look into the future:

After years of persistent effort, it finally turned out that I was right. Although I still don't understand the full meaning of it, I know that I was paying attention to something much bigger than myself. We quietly and peacefully achieved what had seemed impossible or even incomprehensible not long ago, but has now become everyday life.

I feel like I am a tool for the manifestation of mass karmic energy – perhaps those who are no longer there, or those who could not defend themselves. It seems that they forced me to go through everything that other people experience in order to understand: if my world is like paradise, other people's worlds can be completely different. I also realized my own importance: as if a blocked energy block had been cleared, all forces returned to their places, and peace reigned around.

Now I can return to my world and restore myself – to become who I was always meant to be, myself again. It is possible that in the years to come I will help others as a healing or restorative tool.

Seeing what other people's worlds can be like makes me appreciate and cherish the peace I experience and the love that surrounds me even more. What seems normal to me may be unimaginable or unattainable to someone else. Therefore, I will try even harder to share what brings me joy and appreciate what I have now. After all, a small effort to help me can become a fateful change for another person. So let's help each other - after all, anything happens in life.

So if you see that you can help someone, just help them. After all, it is possible that no one else will lend a helping hand, and there will be no more opportunities to do so.