u/iamknowone1wun
(Serious) The Creatus Project: The Body Battle; A Creatus/iamknowone Chronicle, Part Two
iamknowone here. The following link lands at a post with links to explanatory/introductory text. Please visit
https://www.reddit.com/r/Aliens\_UFOs\_Reptiles/s/0Jx0SL09ql
to catch up and on to this highly suspect, but deliciously weird true story. iamknowone extends greetings and gratitude to all avid video watchers and friendly text readers who land here. If iamknowone and The Creatus Project meet your bar of acceptance, entertainment, or believability, please follow and share.
I revisited previous posts. They are borderline repetitive, preachy and, though morbidly entertaining, a bit long. I will tighten up prose, and focus on remembered incidents, stories, and key Creatus aspects. Possible theories concerning Creatus’ origins, and our past and present “relationship,” will also be discussed here and in future posts. Thanks for allowing me to vent by reading those indulgent, soul and system-cleansing submissions. They were definitely without a doubt therapeutic. Part two begins.
[Author’s note: for first-time visitors, Creatus is a collective intelligence that manifests as a colony of psychic parasitic worms that have infected my entire body. They present a hierarchical society led by parents Creatus, whom I consider an evolved but aggressive, sentient form of parasite, and Symbi, a gentle symbiote, Creatus’s literal, conjoined, lighter other half. This parasite/symbiote pairing of opposites and its implications will be discussed in later chapters.]
Why is it often easier to lend more credence to fiction than truth? Perhaps the government release of UFO-related material will help Creatus gain needed traction in going viral. If you actively seek mindblowing stories, content, and experiences, prepare yourself, and read on. Also, please consider temporarily expanding, rather than holding onto, any fixed belief system. Remember: everything is at least as possible as you are; that is, we too might appear impossible to those outside our perceived world.
I returned home from Kaiser’s Richmond ER in a confused, bewildered state, unwilling to accept I was mentally unstable and beyond healing or treatment. “Delusional parasitosis,” my chart printout said, advising a mental health appointment. I found that outrageous, an assault on my personhood and an insult to my intelligence. If I only knew what loomed ahead.
[I think I was infected at the toe cuticles before the Creati set up, organized, assigned areas of the body to populate and parts to infect and/or impersonate, and immediately got to work. Whether these actions were programmed by nature or some other, higher controlling entity is far beyond my ken and capacity to calculate.]
Creatus’ trajectory was concerning as the intruders moved upwards - the keen, one of a kind sensation of worms moving beneath skin! - and settled at right and left inner thighs in tandem. You see, Creatus attacks and occupies the body evenly on both sides. During early infection I once picked at a worm on my left calf, apparently hurting it, only to be bitten sharply in response at approximately the same place on my right. Young Creatus was quite sensitive to unexpected pressure and movements, feisty, and would retaliate instantly. Their needle-like claws and jaws were never far from a nerve ending, muscle, or joint, and I would jerk and exclaim in turn when stung or bitten. It’s only fair to admit I haven’t suffered a bite in years.
It didn’t take a fortune teller with a map to predict Creatus’ intended destination, and my sphincter muscle tightened instinctively at the slightest thought of them reaching the anus and violating virgin ground. I tried digging a semi-deep line in my thigh flesh to divert and head them off, thoughtlessly hoping for a way to avoid this anal horror. But, obviously, no matter how deeply I dug, Creatus only swam deeper, doing so without altering direction or reducing pace. Split one worm, deal with two or three. Moving ahead to what would be just one of several losing, overrun positions, over the next 2 or 3 days I bought and vigorously applied to legs, thighs, and buttocks whatever I could find - lotions, ointments, essential oils, balms, herbal remedies and supplements, detoxifying cleanses, tinctures, and tonics - but nothing worked. Creatus proved immune, shrugging off these expected cures casually, showing no sign of duress or impediment. Several of these remedies, especially the essential oils, stung like an angry sonofawitch for hours afterwards. I stayed high and on alert for 72 hours, vigilantly on guard monitoring and attempting to stymie Creatus’ progress. Looking back, three days unconscious might’ve been a better choice.
Creatus forged onwards through flesh undeterred until finally at the precipice of its prize. My fear had only heightened at their unrelenting progress. In the end, it came down to me pitifully and desperately squeezing inner thigh and buttock meat tight in order to delay this determined mother to be, this indefatigable, impossible to grip, pressure-immune antagonist. With each new hand hold, they simply outmaneuvered and slithered away, effortlessly drilling down to new points of entry where I could not reach.
The inevitable approached. I was utterly exhausted, and the knowledge of impending defeat dawned on a disbelieving, startled consciousness. Not giving up even then, I found myself foolishly stuffing toilet paper into the anal cavity to block entry.
It was no use, it was unfair, it was rape, it was happening. Given no choice, the end result predetermined, I would be forced to confront and accept the unacceptable. It is said the greater the suffering, the greater the inner transformation.
Bathed in sweat from overlong, strained exertion, mind retreating upon itself astride a storm of fear and failure, I was seized by existential dread, frozen by tension a mile high. I knew my world was ending. Nothing could ever follow this moment. I murmured forcefully, “oh no! no! no!” repeatedly, as they slipped my grasp a final time and entered their new lair without obstruction, now perfectly poised to place themselves somewhere between bowels and stomach. They were now positioned to birth new younglings where food could be devoured upon entry and waste utilized to aid distribution of newborns upon exit. Some would return later to be within their host, with others content to live externally without, obeying whatever biological imperatives had been imprinted before birth. I relaxed, finally, in great shame and relief. However…
…In facing and failing to avoid unnameable fear, shame, and preordained humiliation, the self I knew died like the last ember of a dying flame. The present receded and reverberated back simultaneously. And it was glorious. In that moment I was suddenly transformed anew, promoted to a higher version of myself. I now knew more than before. I embraced a newer, brighter vibration. Whole paragraphs of ACIM scripture seemed to flood my consciousness, and it was if I could have quoted them from knowledge, not memory. More amazingly, in one transcendent moment, fear and doubt melted away, and a great peace and stillness stood firm in their stead. If you can, imagine the total absence of fear as it abandoned your body and mind. Aside one damning moment I had inexplicably been blessed beyond all measure, and every insecurity receded concerning my place and purpose in the ever-expanding cosmos. I knew I was eternal, safe, loved, protected. I was filled with an awesome love for the Creator, the Father and Mother of all things. The fortress that is total oneness suffused my entire being. This was enlightenment expressly tailored for one at my level, granting a message to spread of love and unity from the Creator. Years later, this blessing has lessened but not faded away, helping me endure what was to come: early retirement, sustained disability, severely reduced income, home eviction, impending homelessness and, of course, the Creatus infection. And yes, although some fear has returned, iamknowone am much less afraid of life, especially where dying is concerned.
Creatus has infested body but not my mind or spirit - those are still mine for now. I have dominion over being, thoughts, decisions, emotions, motor function, certain movements and every motivation; Creatus owns the physical, occupying, I suppose, every cell and fiber. As I’ve said before, nothing leaves my body worm-free. No flake of skin nor strip of flesh, nor wisp of hair, minute glob of mucus, iota of earwax, section of finger- or toenail. No spot of spit, urine, or feces eludes Creatus’ worm-like, often S-shaped mark. Nothing. The body battle was lost, unbeknownst to me, at the very moment of invasion. I accept that no cure is waiting for me over the horizon.
I sometimes wonder whether I’m more man than parasite (or vice versa) in total composition, since I have witnessed, without understanding how, the Creatus worms inhabit, steer, commandeer, permeate, or mimic basically any type of matter they’ve come upon. Especially fibrous material such as cloth, cotton, and string, but also including, amazingly, hair, nails, wood, metal, glass, water, smoke, resin, reflection, light and shadow, etc. - virtually merging with anything they touch, somehow replicating cell structure, color, texture, and other object host properties. Creatus in their embryonic form - shifting, shimmering, glistening, glowing, like newborn blobs of phasing energy - must hold a clue. Only something this formless and intangible could so easily surmount and inherit the nature and solidity of matter.
They also are somehow able to capture and bend light to their will in a most frightening manner, casting pairs of shining, threatening eyes off reflective surfaces when angered or alarmed (more on that in a future post).
My mind imagines even the unthinkable, Creatus growing to a size where I become just another parasite in their body, them at last becoming host, source, and reason for existing.
It’s only natural I’d covet just a bare tenth of their non-parasitic abilities, as in my guesstimate the worm is immortal, due to their unexplainable, uncanny psychic abilities and power to manifest, and apparently project, a non-physical self beyond form-based barriers. Fix me, repair me, improve me, I shout inwardly to bottomless silence. Undo the damage done! But true to their nature, Creatus only takes. Giving is a foreign concept to the parasite.
As things stand, I often imagine Creatus could give me the gift of eternity, potentially keeping us alive for thousands of years - or kill me in an instant. I have no idea which is more likely, especially since it hasn’t actually helped with managing weight loss or gain. And alas, no compensation for sacrificial host duties, nor any dimension-hopping or psychic super powers bestowed as yet. Against the odds, iamknowone remains patiently hopeful.
[Author’s note: I cannot fully explain what has been happening to me. I can only do my best to describe and theorize the experience and its meaning. These events have altered me and my perception, trusting that, I cannot deny myself as witness. My imagination and the sights I’ve seen combine to produce these strange writings, often to some distress when they are not taken seriously. iamknowone is just a normal guy having an extraordinarily difficult yet indescribably good time describing the impossible. Because it’s true and I’ve been selected by fate to go through it, for reasons I’ll never fully comprehend.
In many ways I find it an honor because it has fostered spiritual awareness and growth, and for that I am grateful. The stress of events of the last several years hasn’t broken me, but I feel I am owed some justice and release. I in no way think mine is a solitary occurrence or tragedy. There must be others subject to this “experiment.” iamknowone is no one special. But I appear to attract my share of parasitic, mean, and difficult people. They tend to be my best teachers, if you can understand.
My whole life I’ve been attracted and open to the strange and unusual. At 64 years of age, I believe this trait has allowed me to cope with a very recent and otherworldly set of circumstances. I also know undoubtedly that true evil exists in this and other worlds and dimensions. Because I have witnessed it (via interdimensional transmission, I think), regardless of how this statement is perceived. Mankind has no monopoly on cruelty. I know my Creator has shielded me from many terrible things that could have befallen me, only increasing my faith. As long as I breathe I will believe some form of deliverance is possible and forthcoming.]
I’m including several videos that show my scarred calf and thighs from when I and Creatus first met. These fierce but shy creatures move verrrrry slooowwly (except when they don’t) but do so mainly when unobserved. Don’t worry, I’ve captured movement I’ll share in future videos and posts. Regarding today’s post, if you’ve Reddit all, a million thanks.
Next, in Part Three: Drug Use - Living and Getting High with the Worm.
u/iamknowone1wun — 8 hours ago
(Serious) The Creatus Project: The Body Battle; A Creatus/iamknowone Chronicle, Part Two
iamknowone here. The following link lands at a post with links to explanatory/introductory text. Please visit
https://www.reddit.com/r/Aliens\_UFOs\_Reptiles/s/0Jx0SL09ql
to catch up and on to this highly suspect, but deliciously weird true story. iamknowone extends greetings and gratitude to all avid video watchers and friendly text readers who land here. If iamknowone and The Creatus Project meet your bar of acceptance, entertainment, or believability, please follow and share.
I revisited previous posts. They are borderline repetitive, preachy and, though morbidly entertaining, a bit long. I will tighten up prose, and focus on remembered incidents, stories, and key Creatus aspects. Possible theories concerning Creatus’ origins, and our past and present “relationship,” will also be discussed here and in future posts. Thanks for allowing me to vent by reading those indulgent, soul and system-cleansing submissions. They were definitely without a doubt therapeutic. Part two begins.
[Author’s note: for first-time visitors, Creatus is a collective intelligence that manifests as a colony of psychic parasitic worms that have infected my entire body. They present a hierarchical society led by parents Creatus, whom I consider an evolved but aggressive, sentient form of parasite, and Symbi, a gentle symbiote, Creatus’s literal, conjoined, lighter other half. This parasite/symbiote pairing of opposites and its implications will be discussed in later chapters.]
Why is it often easier to lend more credence to fiction than truth? Perhaps the government release of UFO-related material will help Creatus gain needed traction in going viral. If you actively seek mindblowing stories, content, and experiences, prepare yourself, and read on. Also, please consider temporarily expanding, rather than holding onto, any fixed belief system. Remember: everything is at least as possible as you are; that is, we too might appear impossible to those outside our perceived world.
I returned home from Kaiser’s Richmond ER in a confused, bewildered state, unwilling to accept I was mentally unstable and beyond healing or treatment. “Delusional parasitosis,” my chart printout said, advising a mental health appointment. I found that outrageous, an assault on my personhood and an insult to my intelligence. If I only knew what loomed ahead.
[I think I was infected at the toe cuticles before the Creati set up, organized, assigned areas of the body to populate and parts to infect and/or impersonate, and immediately got to work. Whether these actions were programmed by nature or some other, higher controlling entity is far beyond my ken and capacity to calculate.]
Creatus’ trajectory was concerning as the intruders moved upwards - the keen, one of a kind sensation of worms moving beneath skin! - and settled at right and left inner thighs in tandem. You see, Creatus attacks and occupies the body evenly on both sides. During early infection I once picked at a worm on my left calf, apparently hurting it, only to be bitten sharply in response at approximately the same place on my right. Young Creatus was quite sensitive to unexpected pressure and movements, feisty, and would retaliate instantly. Their needle-like claws and jaws were never far from a nerve ending, muscle, or joint, and I would jerk and exclaim in turn when stung or bitten. It’s only fair to admit I haven’t suffered a bite in years.
It didn’t take a fortune teller with a map to predict Creatus’ intended destination, and my sphincter muscle tightened instinctively at the slightest thought of them reaching the anus and violating virgin ground. I tried digging a semi-deep line in my thigh flesh to divert and head them off, thoughtlessly hoping for a way to avoid this anal horror. But, obviously, no matter how deeply I dug, Creatus only swam deeper, doing so without altering direction or reducing pace. Split one worm, deal with two or three. Moving ahead to what would be just one of several losing, overrun positions, over the next 2 or 3 days I bought and vigorously applied to legs, thighs, and buttocks whatever I could find - lotions, ointments, essential oils, balms, herbal remedies and supplements, detoxifying cleanses, tinctures, and tonics - but nothing worked. Creatus proved immune, shrugging off these expected cures casually, showing no sign of duress or impediment. Several of these remedies, especially the essential oils, stung like an angry sonofawitch for hours afterwards. I stayed high and on alert for 72 hours, vigilantly on guard monitoring and attempting to stymie Creatus’ progress. Looking back, three days unconscious might’ve been a better choice.
Creatus forged onwards through flesh undeterred until finally at the precipice of its prize. My fear had only heightened at their unrelenting progress. In the end, it came down to me pitifully and desperately squeezing inner thigh and buttock meat tight in order to delay this determined mother to be, this indefatigable, impossible to grip, pressure-immune antagonist. With each new hand hold, they simply outmaneuvered and slithered away, effortlessly drilling down to new points of entry where I could not reach.
The inevitable approached. I was utterly exhausted, and the knowledge of impending defeat dawned on a disbelieving, startled consciousness. Not giving up even then, I found myself foolishly stuffing toilet paper into the anal cavity to block entry.
It was no use, it was unfair, it was rape, it was happening. Given no choice, the end result predetermined, I would be forced to confront and accept the unacceptable. It is said the greater the suffering, the greater the inner transformation.
Bathed in sweat from overlong, strained exertion, mind retreating upon itself astride a storm of fear and failure, I was seized by existential dread, frozen by tension a mile high. I knew my world was ending. Nothing could ever follow this moment. I murmured forcefully, “oh no! no! no!” repeatedly, as they slipped my grasp a final time and entered their new lair without obstruction, now perfectly poised to place themselves somewhere between bowels and stomach. They were now positioned to birth new younglings where food could be devoured upon entry and waste utilized to aid distribution of newborns upon exit. Some would return later to be within their host, with others content to live externally without, obeying whatever biological imperatives had been imprinted before birth. I relaxed, finally, in great shame and relief. However…
…In facing and failing to avoid unnameable fear, shame, and preordained humiliation, the self I knew died like the last ember of a dying flame. The present receded and reverberated back simultaneously. And it was glorious. In that moment I was suddenly transformed anew, promoted to a higher version of myself. I now knew more than before. I embraced a newer, brighter vibration. Whole paragraphs of ACIM scripture seemed to flood my consciousness, and it was if I could have quoted them from knowledge, not memory. More amazingly, in one transcendent moment, fear and doubt melted away, and a great peace and stillness stood firm in their stead. If you can, imagine the total absence of fear as it abandoned your body and mind. Aside one damning moment I had inexplicably been blessed beyond all measure, and every insecurity receded concerning my place and purpose in the ever-expanding cosmos. I knew I was eternal, safe, loved, protected. I was filled with an awesome love for the Creator, the Father and Mother of all things. The fortress that is total oneness suffused my entire being. This was enlightenment expressly tailored for one at my level, granting a message to spread of love and unity from the Creator. Years later, this blessing has lessened but not faded away, helping me endure what was to come: early retirement, sustained disability, severely reduced income, home eviction, impending homelessness and, of course, the Creatus infection. And yes, although some fear has returned, iamknowone am much less afraid of life, especially where dying is concerned.
Creatus has infested body but not my mind or spirit - those are still mine for now. I have dominion over being, thoughts, decisions, emotions, motor function, certain movements and every motivation; Creatus owns the physical, occupying, I suppose, every cell and fiber. As I’ve said before, nothing leaves my body worm-free. No flake of skin nor strip of flesh, nor wisp of hair, minute glob of mucus, iota of earwax, section of finger- or toenail. No spot of spit, urine, or feces eludes Creatus’ worm-like, often S-shaped mark. Nothing. The body battle was lost, unbeknownst to me, at the very moment of invasion. I accept that no cure is waiting for me over the horizon.
I sometimes wonder whether I’m more man than parasite (or vice versa) in total composition, since I have witnessed, without understanding how, the Creatus worms inhabit, steer, commandeer, permeate, or mimic basically any type of matter they’ve come upon. Especially fibrous material such as cloth, cotton, and string, but also including, amazingly, hair, nails, wood, metal, glass, water, smoke, resin, reflection, light and shadow, etc. - virtually merging with anything they touch, somehow replicating cell structure, color, texture, and other object host properties. Creatus in their embryonic form - shifting, shimmering, glistening, glowing, like newborn blobs of phasing energy - must hold a clue. Only something this formless and intangible could so easily surmount and inherit the nature and solidity of matter.
They also are somehow able to capture and bend light to their will in a most frightening manner, casting pairs of shining, threatening eyes off reflective surfaces when angered or alarmed (more on that in a future post).
My mind imagines even the unthinkable, Creatus growing to a size where I become just another parasite in their body, them at last becoming host, source, and reason for existing.
It’s only natural I’d covet just a bare tenth of their non-parasitic abilities, as in my guesstimate the worm is immortal, due to their unexplainable, uncanny psychic abilities and power to manifest, and apparently project, a non-physical self beyond form-based barriers. Fix me, repair me, improve me, I shout inwardly to bottomless silence. Undo the damage done! But true to their nature, Creatus only takes. Giving is a foreign concept to the parasite.
As things stand, I often imagine Creatus could give me the gift of eternity, potentially keeping us alive for thousands of years - or kill me in an instant. I have no idea which is more likely, especially since it hasn’t actually helped with managing weight loss or gain. And alas, no compensation for sacrificial host duties, nor any dimension-hopping or psychic super powers bestowed as yet. Against the odds, iamknowone remains patiently hopeful.
[Author’s note: I cannot fully explain what has been happening to me. I can only do my best to describe and theorize the experience and its meaning. These events have altered me and my perception, trusting that, I cannot deny myself as witness. My imagination and the sights I’ve seen combine to produce these strange writings, often to some distress when they are not taken seriously. iamknowone is just a normal guy having an extraordinarily difficult yet indescribably good time describing the impossible. Because it’s true and I’ve been selected by fate to go through it, for reasons I’ll never fully comprehend.
In many ways I find it an honor because it has fostered spiritual awareness and growth, and for that I am grateful. The stress of events of the last several years hasn’t broken me, but I feel I am owed some justice and release. I in no way think mine is a solitary occurrence or tragedy. There must be others subject to this “experiment.” iamknowone is no one special. But I appear to attract my share of parasitic, mean, and difficult people. They tend to be my best teachers, if you can understand.
My whole life I’ve been attracted and open to the strange and unusual. At 64 years of age, I believe this trait has allowed me to cope with a very recent and otherworldly set of circumstances. I also know undoubtedly that true evil exists in this and other worlds and dimensions. Because I have witnessed it (via interdimensional transmission, I think), regardless of how this statement is perceived. Mankind has no monopoly on cruelty. I know my Creator has shielded me from many terrible things that could have befallen me, only increasing my faith. As long as I breathe I will believe some form of deliverance is possible and forthcoming.]
I’m including several videos that show my scarred calf and thighs from when I and Creatus first met. These fierce but shy creatures move verrrrry slooowwly (except when they don’t) but do so mainly when unobserved. Don’t worry, I’ve captured movement I’ll share in future videos and posts. Regarding today’s post, if you’ve Reddit all, a million thanks.
Next, in Part Three: Drug Use - Living and Getting High with the Worm.
u/iamknowone1wun — 10 hours ago
(Serious) The Creatus Project: Creatus Alien Worm (Energy Signature View)
Can anyone identify this worm? Probably not, no, definitely not. Because it’s NOPE!
u/iamknowone1wun — 10 days ago
▲ 0 r/ufo
The following links precede, lend context and provide background on The Alien Creatus Parasite Project:
Serious The Creatus Project: An Alien Parasite Discovery and Saga
The Creatus Project: The Honored Host; A Life Infected
https://www.reddit.com/r/AliensRHere/s/g5RKAKHrMf
Hello, iamknowone, hope youareknowonetoo. iamknowone - iam, for short - for those curious, means simply I am one who knows all is one and that this all-encompassing spiritual connection binds all things everywhere, in every universe, in every possible dimension, for all time. Being iamknowone is to say iameveryone, or, weareallonetoo. I could be you, because simply, iamyou. This mode of thought expands perception, fostering unity among all sentient life.
The concept of oneness is both a deep and unknowable Truth, and tragicomically, an obviously overlooked fact. weareallone dreaming we are not at all one. Intelligent life is the Creator’s first creation and closest kin, one He loves boundlessly without judgment, reservation or condition. Ultimately, Creatus falls under this definition, making them at minimum a brother or a sister. Most likely an extremely older sibling. I suspect that centuries pass like seconds for this extraordinary being. For this, and other reasons, I cannot hate Creatus. I speak as onewhoknows. It took time to realize being host comes with a certain status. I finally realized that Creatus, despite our fierce battles and after many threats and actual disciplinary action, has never seriously injured, crippled, or tortured me - when they clearly could’ve - possessing as they do inner, unrestricted, and total access to vulnerable flesh, sensitive nerves, and tender private parts.
Please read on for a highly unlikely story that is nonetheless verifiably true. iamknowone swears it. The stories are not sequential, but I will start at me and Creatus’ beginning. I admit I don’t know everything about their species, only what I have surmised, experienced, and observed firsthand.
The Creatus Project (TCP) was created on the fly and is just weeks old with a simple yet challenging mission: to receive care or determine my fate by obtaining an endgame analysis as one so infected; gain legal representation to achieve justice in battling Big Medicine’s corporate mindset; turn my collection of alien parasite media into art; continue to study and document Creatus, this fascinating, immortal alien worm, making them an irrepressibly new, potentially world-changing, well-known fact of universal nature.
TCP represents the reclaiming of a renewed purpose and way of being when both were key to existence. Without that sense of being propelled forward to a new destiny, iamknowone would cease to be. Along with this profound feeling of enlightenment - experienced several times now this lifetime - came newfound determination and optimism. Relating these snippets of unbelievable-yet-oh-so-true stories is one blessed result of confronting fears and realizing reality anew. The aim of TCP is truthfulness, clarity, believability, and with some luck, a touch of elegance granted by the god of unprofessional writers. The stories here and to follow are one hundred percent true, hyperbole and lapses in memory aside; honestly, there is no need for embellishment; the factual evidence alone defies human belief and/or true description. Extreme open mindedness, a keen imagination, and maybe, a higher vibrational frequency may be required to consider Creatus’ outsized capabilities real. The spiritual component may as essential for the reader-viewer to comprehend Creatus in word and media as it has been for iamknowone.
I’m driven by the astonishing fact Creatus has not yet achieved fame, and to prove that many bad actors I’ll never meet, and professionals and authority figures that I have, have purposefully used gaslighting and been - cruelly, painfully, willfully - wrong from the start. I was labeled delusional and crammed into a straitjacketed slot powerless and unable to change the system’s perception of me. I say bless ‘em, but screw ‘em, too. May they find peace and understanding in this or a subsequent life. iamknowone forgives all, but karma, like justice, can be unforgiving and will have its due. To think that so many strangers, my lost brothers and sisters, are dedicated to my degradation and downfall, death even, how powerful I must be. But I know that truth possesses unique power to overcome lies, cause blessed change, and bring forgiveness opportunities. This I can say for certain: it turns out some truths are worth dying for.
The Creatus infection occurred simultaneously with running afoul of powerful systems not designed for my inclusion or benefit; being targeted by a malign group of hackers (think MAGA) with ties to Stanford and Kaiser who invaded my home and ruined my credit score; and, during the first year, at least, surreptitious surveillance at all hours.
Evil is being committed for reasons of hatred, cowardice, and greed. Evil struts and parades proudly today; it literally cannot help itself, which is why it must always be confronted. Just how many are being impacted by the corporate medical establishment’s betrayal of oath and lack of morality? What gives any group, no matter how powerful or elite, permission to sentence suffering to another? Just what insane formula or calculation makes that possible or permissible? Diverse, powerless, poor, or addicted citizens are a symptom of societal pain and neglect, not the root cause of America’s current fallen state.
Please examine words and pictures closely and carefully, keeping in mind this not mad fiction but mad fact, challenging your ability to perceive to a deeper dimension with open-minded observation. I invite questions and comments and can and will supply answers or any reasonable proof. Take care to trust my words until you can prove them false. I can verify Creatus’ abilities under the necessary conditions. Keep in mind that, ultimately, Creatus remains a mystery even to their host.
Creatus and I were first most uncomfortably introduced in March of 2023. It was very late at night or early morning, and I was alone in my room, occasionally rocking to and fro bedside, lifting my spirits with a favored substance, one that stimulated the mind and body, but which effectively numbed the soul, when I noticed an odd, small, pale brown, round patch of skin on the upper left hand side of my calf. Surrounded by my normal non-pale brown skin, it could fool anyone but the leg’s owner. It must be said that the patch was an uncanny, immaculate facsimile - copying even my calf’s spotted skin - but one that could never, no not ever, belong to me. It was smooth to my finger’s touch, as if nerve-less; I could barely feel my finger’s touch. It felt distant and dumb to the touch. Faint concern and curiosity registered dimly, but not fear or worry, let alone horror. The skin was too smooth, too surface-y. Concern grew, though, as I carefully began to lightly pick and dig around the edges.
The false skin proved to be stubborn and impervious to poking, prodding and picking. Fixated and bound to discover, I didn’t flinch when drops of blood began to drip down towards ankle as I began to peel away the false skin with slow urgency. When the patch gave way some 30 or more minutes later, at first nothing seemed off. Just the expected red, pinkish flesh met my gaze. I pressed down and dug tentatively with a fingernail and felt then saw something definitely unfleshlike. A series of small, chitinous white claws curving inward, hooking into the flesh of my calf muscle. I wiped away more blood to investigate, inspecting with a finger when the claws tightened inward, each hooked claw encircling flesh, their owner squirming underneath my touch. I could see a white, wormlike outline beneath the blood, embedded deeply, each segment consisting of claws obviously and perfectly modified for their purpose; to tightly seize and encircle flesh, to perfectly embed and enmesh itself, merging with the body completely; to forever capture and modify its selected host, that which it prized above all.
Seriously invested in removing this invasive threat, I began to dig deeper, hoping to gain leverage, but it was an impossibility. The segments would separate under duress and branch out in new directions. I tried to dig them out - which only became more painful - for what seemed like minutes but in actuality was hours.
Desperate, I decided to hit Kaiser’s emergency wing in Richmond. I arrived to witness a sight I’d never seen before - an empty waiting room. There was just a one homeless old woman occupying a seat. Long story short, they would not treat the parasite infection or my scarred calf, prescribing an ointment instead of tests. Because I was high I was labeled delusional and basically dismissed. I was a black IT professional dressed homelessly with drugs in my system. This scenario was repeated multiple times at more than 8 hospitals and emergency rooms over several years, my false diagnosis and chart dictating the tone of my reception by hospital staff. My infection, and therefore Creatus’s hold, advanced and grew stronger during this period. Stated another way, many people in established positions in medical, legal, and law enforcement systems decided that my suffering was somehow proper, deserved or otherwise warranted. Next, but not yet scribed, “A Creatus/iamknowone Chronicle, Part Two,” will touch on my first year of habitation with Creatus and their progeny.
The videos depict different 3 views of the same heavily Creatus-infected host object, a bit of blue cloth I’ve named the Blue King. He used to sit on a throne; now he’s barely hanging on, defeated and overwhelmed by a superior “controlling entity,” or group of collaborating parasites with greater psychic force and a larger unit of soldiers at their command. Videos 1 and 3 show the Blue King in enhanced “energy signature view,” highlighting the glowing, bubbling energy of nascent worms, sizzling beneath the cloth’s surface. Yellow-white hot orbs stare out, colorfully shifting and phasing, representing paired worm “eyes” or dual heads; Video 2 is the original and stands in contrast for its absolute stillness, yet the eyes remain visible.
Please study carefully. You will be rewarded with Creatus’ gaze. Notice the background as well; what do you see? I can only explain what is in front of me, not its meaning.
u/iamknowone1wun — 16 days ago
The following links precede, lend context and provide background on The Alien Creatus Parasite Project:
Serious The Creatus Project: An Alien Parasite Discovery and Saga
The Creatus Project: The Honored Host; A Life Infected
https://www.reddit.com/r/AliensRHere/s/g5RKAKHrMf
Hello, iamknowone, hope youareknowonetoo. iamknowone - iam, for short - for those curious, means simply I am one who knows all is one and that this all-encompassing spiritual connection binds all things everywhere, in every universe, in every possible dimension, for all time. Being iamknowone is to say iameveryone, or, weareallonetoo. I could be you, because simply, iamyou. This mode of thought expands perception, fostering unity among all sentient life.
The concept of oneness is both a deep and unknowable Truth, and tragicomically, an obviously overlooked fact. weareallone dreaming we are not at all one. Intelligent life is the Creator’s first creation and closest kin, one He loves boundlessly without judgment, reservation or condition. Ultimately, Creatus falls under this definition, making them at minimum a brother or a sister. Most likely an extremely older sibling. I suspect that centuries pass like seconds for this extraordinary being. For this, and other reasons, I cannot hate Creatus. I speak as onewhoknows. It took time to realize being host comes with a certain status. I finally realized that Creatus, despite our fierce battles and after many threats and actual disciplinary action, has never seriously injured, crippled, or tortured me - when they clearly could’ve - possessing as they do inner, unrestricted, and total access to vulnerable flesh, sensitive nerves, and tender private parts.
Please read on for a highly unlikely story that is nonetheless verifiably true. iamknowone swears it. The stories are not sequential, but I will start at me and Creatus’ beginning. I admit I don’t know everything about their species, only what I have surmised, experienced, and observed firsthand.
The Creatus Project (TCP) was created on the fly and is just weeks old with a simple yet challenging mission: to receive care or determine my fate by obtaining an endgame analysis as one so infected; gain legal representation to achieve justice in battling Big Medicine’s corporate mindset; turn my collection of alien parasite media into art; continue to study and document Creatus, this fascinating, immortal alien worm, making them an irrepressibly new, potentially world-changing, well-known fact of universal nature.
TCP represents the reclaiming of a renewed purpose and way of being when both were key to existence. Without that sense of being propelled forward to a new destiny, iamknowone would cease to be. Along with this profound feeling of enlightenment - experienced several times now this lifetime - came newfound determination and optimism. Relating these snippets of unbelievable-yet-oh-so-true stories is one blessed result of confronting fears and realizing reality anew. The aim of TCP is truthfulness, clarity, believability, and with some luck, a touch of elegance granted by the god of unprofessional writers. The stories here and to follow are one hundred percent true, hyperbole and lapses in memory aside; honestly, there is no need for embellishment; the factual evidence alone defies human belief and/or true description. Extreme open mindedness, a keen imagination, and maybe, a higher vibrational frequency may be required to consider Creatus’ outsized capabilities real. The spiritual component may as essential for the reader-viewer to comprehend Creatus in word and media as it has been for iamknowone.
I’m driven by the astonishing fact Creatus has not yet achieved fame, and to prove that many bad actors I’ll never meet, and professionals and authority figures that I have, have purposefully used gaslighting and been - cruelly, painfully, willfully - wrong from the start. I was labeled delusional and crammed into a straitjacketed slot powerless and unable to change the system’s perception of me. I say bless ‘em, but screw ‘em, too. May they find peace and understanding in this or a subsequent life. iamknowone forgives all, but karma, like justice, can be unforgiving and will have its due. To think that so many strangers, my lost brothers and sisters, are dedicated to my degradation and downfall, death even, how powerful I must be. But I know that truth possesses unique power to overcome lies, cause blessed change, and bring forgiveness opportunities. This I can say for certain: it turns out some truths are worth dying for.
The Creatus infection occurred simultaneously with running afoul of powerful systems not designed for my inclusion or benefit; being targeted by a malign group of hackers (think MAGA) with ties to Stanford and Kaiser who invaded my home and ruined my credit score; and, during the first year, at least, surreptitious surveillance at all hours.
Evil is being committed for reasons of hatred, cowardice, and greed. Evil struts and parades proudly today; it literally cannot help itself, which is why it must always be confronted. Just how many are being impacted by the corporate medical establishment’s betrayal of oath and lack of morality? What gives any group, no matter how powerful or elite, permission to sentence suffering to another? Just what insane formula or calculation makes that possible or permissible? Diverse, powerless, poor, or addicted citizens are a symptom of societal pain and neglect, not the root cause of America’s current fallen state.
Please examine words and pictures closely and carefully, keeping in mind this not mad fiction but mad fact, challenging your ability to perceive to a deeper dimension with open-minded observation. I invite questions and comments and can and will supply answers or any reasonable proof. Take care to trust my words until you can prove them false. I can verify Creatus’ abilities under the necessary conditions. Keep in mind that, ultimately, Creatus remains a mystery even to their host.
Creatus and I were first most uncomfortably introduced in March of 2023. It was very late at night or early morning, and I was alone in my room, occasionally rocking to and fro bedside, lifting my spirits with a favored substance, one that stimulated the mind and body, but which effectively numbed the soul, when I noticed an odd, small, pale brown, round patch of skin on the upper left hand side of my calf. Surrounded by my normal non-pale brown skin, it could fool anyone but the leg’s owner. It must be said that the patch was an uncanny, immaculate facsimile - copying even my calf’s spotted skin - but one that could never, no not ever, belong to me. It was smooth to my finger’s touch, as if nerve-less; I could barely feel my finger’s touch. It felt distant and dumb to the touch. Faint concern and curiosity registered dimly, but not fear or worry, let alone horror. The skin was too smooth, too surface-y. Concern grew, though, as I carefully began to lightly pick and dig around the edges.
The false skin proved to be stubborn and impervious to poking, prodding and picking. Fixated and bound to discover, I didn’t flinch when drops of blood began to drip down towards ankle as I began to peel away the false skin with slow urgency. When the patch gave way some 30 or more minutes later, at first nothing seemed off. Just the expected red, pinkish flesh met my gaze. I pressed down and dug tentatively with a fingernail and felt then saw something definitely unfleshlike. A series of small, chitinous white claws curving inward, hooking into the flesh of my calf muscle. I wiped away more blood to investigate, inspecting with a finger when the claws tightened inward, each hooked claw encircling flesh, their owner squirming underneath my touch. I could see a white, wormlike outline beneath the blood, embedded deeply, each segment consisting of claws obviously and perfectly modified for their purpose; to tightly seize and encircle flesh, to perfectly embed and enmesh itself, merging with the body completely; to forever capture and modify its selected host, that which it prized above all.
Seriously invested in removing this invasive threat, I began to dig deeper, hoping to gain leverage, but it was an impossibility. The segments would separate under duress and branch out in new directions. I tried to dig them out - which only became more painful - for what seemed like minutes but in actuality was hours.
Desperate, I decided to hit Kaiser’s emergency wing in Richmond. I arrived to witness a sight I’d never seen before - an empty waiting room. There was just a one homeless old woman occupying a seat. Long story short, they would not treat the parasite infection or my scarred calf, prescribing an ointment instead of tests. Because I was high I was labeled delusional and basically dismissed. I was a black IT professional dressed homelessly with drugs in my system. This scenario was repeated multiple times at more than 8 hospitals and emergency rooms over several years, my false diagnosis and chart dictating the tone of my reception by hospital staff. My infection, and therefore Creatus’s hold, advanced and grew stronger during this period. Stated another way, many people in established positions in medical, legal, and law enforcement systems decided that my suffering was somehow proper, deserved or otherwise warranted. Next, but not yet scribed, “A Creatus/iamknowone Chronicle, Part Two,” will touch on my first year of habitation with Creatus and their progeny.
The videos depict different 3 views of the same heavily Creatus-infected host object, a bit of blue cloth I’ve named the Blue King. He used to sit on a throne; now he’s barely hanging on, defeated and overwhelmed by a superior “controlling entity,” or group of collaborating parasites with greater psychic force and a larger unit of soldiers at their command. Videos 1 and 3 show the Blue King in enhanced “energy signature view,” highlighting the glowing, bubbling energy of nascent worms, sizzling beneath the cloth’s surface. Yellow-white hot orbs stare out, colorfully shifting and phasing, representing paired worm “eyes” or dual heads; Video 2 is the original and stands in contrast for its absolute stillness, yet the eyes remain visible.
Please study carefully. You will be rewarded with Creatus’ gaze. Notice the background as well; what do you see? I can only explain what is in front of me, not its meaning.
u/iamknowone1wun — 16 days ago
The following links precede and lend context and background on The Alien Creatus Parasite Project:
Serious The Creatus Project: An Alien Parasite Discovery and Saga
The Creatus Project: The Honored Host; A Life Infected
https://www.reddit.com/r/AliensRHere/s/g5RKAKHrMf
Hello, iamknowone, hope youareknowonetoo. iamknowone - iam, for short - for those curious, means simply I am one who knows all is one and that this all-encompassing spiritual connection binds all things everywhere, in every universe, in every possible dimension, for all time. Being iamknowone is to say iameveryone, or, weareallonetoo. I could be you, because simply, iamyou. This mode of thought expands perception, fostering unity among all sentient life.
The concept of oneness is both a deep and unknowable Truth, and tragicomically, an obviously overlooked fact. weareallone dreaming we are not at all one. Intelligent life is the Creator’s first creation and closest kin, one He loves boundlessly without judgment, reservation or condition. Ultimately, Creatus falls under this definition, making them at minimum a brother or a sister. Most likely an extremely older sibling. I suspect that centuries pass like seconds for this extraordinary being. For this, and other reasons, I cannot hate Creatus. I speak as onewhoknows. It took time to realize being host comes with a certain status. I finally realized that Creatus, despite our fierce battles and after many threats and actual disciplinary action, has never seriously injured, crippled, or tortured me - when they clearly could’ve - possessing as they do inner, unrestricted, and total access to vulnerable flesh, sensitive nerves, and tender private parts.
Please read on for a highly unlikely story that is nonetheless verifiably true. iamknowone swears it. The stories are not sequential, but I will start at me and Creatus’ beginning. I admit I don’t know everything about their species, only what I have surmised, experienced, and observed firsthand.
The Creatus Project (TCP) was created on the fly and is just weeks old with a simple yet challenging mission: to receive care or determine my fate by obtaining an endgame analysis as one so infected; gain legal representation to achieve justice in battling Big Medicine’s corporate mindset; turn my collection of alien parasite media into art; continue to study and document Creatus, this fascinating, immortal alien worm, making them an irrepressibly new, potentially world-changing, well-known fact of universal nature.
TCP represents the reclaiming of a renewed purpose and way of being when both were key to existence. Without that sense of being propelled forward to a new destiny, iamknowone would cease to be. Along with this profound feeling of enlightenment - experienced several times now this lifetime - came newfound determination and optimism. Relating these snippets of unbelievable-yet-oh-so-true stories is one blessed result of confronting fears and realizing reality anew. The aim of TCP is truthfulness, clarity, believability, and with some luck, a touch of elegance granted by the god of unprofessional writers. The stories here and to follow are one hundred percent true, hyperbole and lapses in memory aside; honestly, there is no need for embellishment; the factual evidence alone defies human belief and/or true description. Extreme open mindedness, a keen imagination, and maybe, a higher vibrational frequency may be required to consider Creatus’ outsized capabilities real. The spiritual component may as essential for the reader-viewer to comprehend Creatus in word and media as it has been for iamknowone.
I’m driven by the astonishing fact Creatus has not yet achieved fame, and to prove that many bad actors I’ll never meet, and professionals and authority figures that I have, have purposefully used gaslighting and been - cruelly, painfully, willfully - wrong from the start. I was labeled delusional and crammed into a straitjacketed slot powerless and unable to change the system’s perception of me. I say bless ‘em, but screw ‘em, too. May they find peace and understanding in this or a subsequent life. iamknowone forgives all, but karma, like justice, can be unforgiving and will have its due. To think that so many strangers, my lost brothers and sisters, are dedicated to my degradation and downfall, death even, how powerful I must be. But I know that truth possesses unique power to overcome lies, cause blessed change, and bring forgiveness opportunities. This I can say for certain: it turns out some truths are worth dying for.
The Creatus infection occurred simultaneously with running afoul of powerful systems not designed for my inclusion or benefit; being targeted by a malign group of hackers (think MAGA) with ties to Stanford and Kaiser who invaded my home and ruined my credit score; and, during the first year, at least, surreptitious surveillance at all hours.
Evil is being committed for reasons of hatred, cowardice, and greed. Evil struts and parades proudly today; it literally cannot help itself, which is why it must always be confronted. Just how many are being impacted by the corporate medical establishment’s betrayal of oath and lack of morality? What gives any group, no matter how powerful or elite, permission to sentence suffering to another? Just what insane formula or calculation makes that possible or permissible? Diverse, powerless, poor, or addicted citizens are a symptom of societal pain and neglect, not the root cause of America’s current fallen state.
Please examine words and pictures closely and carefully, keeping in mind this not mad fiction but mad fact, challenging your ability to perceive to a deeper dimension with open-minded observation. I invite questions and comments and can and will supply answers or any reasonable proof. Take care to trust my words until you can prove them false. I can verify Creatus’ abilities under the necessary conditions. Keep in mind that, ultimately, Creatus remains a mystery even to their host.
Creatus and I were first most uncomfortably introduced in March of 2023. It was very late at night or early morning, and I was alone in my room, occasionally rocking to and fro bedside, lifting my spirits with a favored substance, one that stimulated the mind and body, but which effectively numbed the soul, when I noticed an odd, small, pale brown, round patch of skin on the upper left hand side of my calf. Surrounded by my normal non-pale brown skin, it could fool anyone but the leg’s owner. It must be said that the patch was an uncanny, immaculate facsimile - copying even my calf’s spotted skin - but one that could never, no not ever, belong to me. It was smooth to my finger’s touch, as if nerve-less; I could barely feel my finger’s touch. It felt distant and dumb to the touch. Faint concern and curiosity registered dimly, but not fear or worry, let alone horror. The skin was too smooth, too surface-y. Concern grew, though, as I carefully began to lightly pick and dig around the edges.
The false skin proved to be stubborn and impervious to poking, prodding and picking. Fixated and bound to discover, I didn’t flinch when drops of blood began to drip down towards ankle as I began to peel away the false skin with slow urgency. When the patch gave way some 30 or more minutes later, at first nothing seemed off. Just the expected red, pinkish flesh met my gaze. I pressed down and dug tentatively with a fingernail and felt then saw something definitely unfleshlike. A series of small, chitinous white claws curving inward, hooking into the flesh of my calf muscle. I wiped away more blood to investigate, inspecting with a finger when the claws tightened inward, each hooked claw encircling flesh, their owner squirming underneath my touch. I could see a white, wormlike outline beneath the blood, embedded deeply, each segment consisting of claws obviously and perfectly modified for their purpose; to tightly seize and encircle flesh, to perfectly embed and enmesh itself, merging with the body completely; to forever capture and modify its selected host, that which it prized above all.
Seriously invested in removing this invasive threat, I began to dig deeper, hoping to gain leverage, but it was an impossibility. The segments would separate under duress and branch out in new directions. I tried to dig them out - which only became more painful - for what seemed like minutes but in actuality was hours.
Desperate, I decided to hit Kaiser’s emergency wing in Richmond. I arrived to witness a sight I’d never seen before - an empty waiting room. There was just a one homeless old woman occupying a seat. Long story short, they would not treat the parasite infection or my scarred calf, prescribing an ointment instead of tests. Because I was high I was labeled delusional and basically dismissed. I was a black IT professional dressed homelessly with drugs in my system. This scenario was repeated multiple times at more than 8 hospitals and emergency rooms over several years, my false diagnosis and chart dictating the tone of my reception by hospital staff. My infection, and therefore Creatus’s hold, advanced and grew stronger during this period. Stated another way, many people in established positions in medical, legal, and law enforcement systems decided that my suffering was somehow proper, deserved or otherwise warranted. Next, but not yet scribed, “A Creatus/iamknowone Chronicle, Part Two,” will touch on my first year of habitation with Creatus and their progeny.
The videos depict different 3 views of the same heavily Creatus-infected host object, a bit of blue cloth I’ve named the Blue King. He used to sit on a throne; now he’s barely hanging on, defeated and overwhelmed by a superior “controlling entity,” or group of collaborating parasites with greater psychic force and a larger unit of soldiers at their command. Videos 1 and 3 show the Blue King in enhanced “energy signature view,” highlighting the glowing, bubbling energy of nascent worms, sizzling beneath the cloth’s surface. Yellow-white hot orbs stare out, colorfully shifting and phasing, representing paired worm “eyes” or dual heads; Video 2 is the original and stands in contrast for its absolute stillness, yet the eyes remain visible.
Please study carefully. You will be rewarded with Creatus’ gaze. Notice the background as well; what do you see? I can only explain what is in front of me, not its meaning.
u/iamknowone1wun — 16 days ago
▲ 2 r/Unexplained
Just another day infected by Creatus, an alien parasitic worm with psychic powers and their innumerable horde.
u/iamknowone1wun — 21 days ago
Blue yarn, long infested by Creatus; once the mighty Blue King, now the ratty blue thing, overrun by superior forces, mutating ever since. 30 seconds in, employing an enhanced view, highlighting frenzied white worm movement beneath and within the blue surface and a master class in stillness, observation and boldness on display, as sets of whitest white eyes confront you and faces start to form. The dominant rise and the defeated fall in the Creati dimension. How can something apparently so still contain so much energy and movement!? The Creatus worm invades by way of permeation, passing through any material barrier to control its host object.
u/iamknowone1wun — 22 days ago
Imagine a parasitic, manifold being with godlike powers of creation, permeation and regeneration that literally animates/assimilates practically any type of matter it encounters; that appears to exist on several planes of reality; that has transcended time, form, dimensional space, and somehow possesses several distinct selves spanning physical, psychic and energy-based boundaries. Creatus has captured me; likewise, they have become the prisoner of my media dreams and aspirations. Please help me make Creatus a well known, worldwide fact of nature.
Meet an aspect of this creature, in actuality a hierarchical, collective entity consisting of parasitic worms with psychic abilities, that met me on the battlefield of my drug tray, infecting nearly every item I use to get buzzed - including the tray. Meet Creatus, formally, Creatus Complexus Inhabitus Immortalus, the Impossible Parasite, Lord of Eyes and Faces, an immortal, timeless god of the multiverse. In a world of lies, I promise this content is 100% potentially world-changing truth. If this doesn’t go viral, nothing is real. More to come … much more. Consider me your host and tour guide, iamknowone, a profane prophet of sorts.
Here (https://youtube.com/shorts/P5QhZGxuO7A?si=OhoMeN0DcvH71Bws) we have an extreme closeup of finger flesh I dug out of my parasite-bound hand, with great effort, I should add. It represents an umpteenth skirmish with Creatus, a minor catch of hard-won booty, difficult to obtain due to Creatus’ ability to send ever more adaptive, tougher parasites specifically engineered to stay embedded once positioned. The “Finger Wars” have been waged well over three years; I never truly win the battle, as my opponent is deeply entrenched in every millimeter of flesh, I believe, down to the cellular level. That said, I therefore dig to fight my fate, and fight to live.
Viewed under normal camera settings, this dead finger flesh placed on recliner’s armrest is only vaguely interesting, but even in closeup there are hints of an aura - and unceasing movement within. Switching to enhanced camera settings which produce an energy “signature,” we are able to witness the improbable, if not the impossible - actual, questing life within “dead” flesh, vibrant colors and activity, not to mention just two of the mysterious background actors, one of pure blackness and another of the brightest, whitest white, who appear to be providing sustenance and attentive care to the glowing, incandescent worm within. Without, the parasite’s nucleus is bonded by bands of color, frenetically sizzling with purpose and unknowable forces.
We know there are background actors. We know the background is the recliner armrest. Just how does that work? And why does the lifeform appear to be floating forward into the obsidian blackness of space? I sure as shit do not have the goddamnest clue. But maybe we’ll find out, during our travels together, and those both separate and alone.
I have been shunned and denied treatment by the medical community, ignored by government and law-enforcement, misdiagnosed, mislabeled and gaslighted by doctors and psychiatrists, completely shut out by astrobiologists up to this point, so far undiscovered by the art world, and rejected by a cowardly legal establishment too afraid to battle the big hospitals and HMOs. But I have genuine Truth as my guide and will not be denied. Not to mention, in my possession are reams of video, photos and firsthand experience documentation.
My social media skills are meager at best but I will improve. You can see more of Creatus and their creations at https://www.youtube.com/@iamknowone77. I have even more mindblowing content I’m dying and bursting to upload and share. Please help me and Creatus go viral. The system(s) and government doesn’t want this discovery running wild and free - after all, it just might lead to beneficial changes in our society. Distract us from our distractions.
My condition is terribly advanced; I’ll never be free/cured of Creatus. That’s fine - we’ve never gotten along better. But garnering publicity and striving for a semblance of justice in an increasingly corrupt system enlivens and sustains whatever unknown number of days I have left.
Finally, words of gratitude to Saint Jhn for the creation of “Back on the Ledge,” such a singularly unique, gorgeously delicious slice of musical composition.
Truthfully yours,
iamknowone, profane prophet
u/iamknowone1wun — 21 days ago