Life's journey: where reality and dreams meet

Life is a strange and extraordinary journey. Each of us moves at our own pace, facing unique problems, joys, and discoveries. My story is just one of many, but it has led me to special realms where reality blends with dreams, and beings from different levels of existence naturally merge into everyday life.

As a doctor and energy master, I often feel as if I am walking through several worlds at once. I constantly learn, grow, and try to understand what is truly happening in our shared reality. In the following pages, I share my experiences — a tapestry of dramatic events, detective twists, secrets of the dream kingdom, and deep existential insights.

This is a story where the search for truth becomes a daily necessity, revealing the real dangers to humanity where we least expect them. I hope it will provide you with new knowledge or inspire you to see life more broadly. However, I must warn you: this "detective drama" can be intense — it covers a wide range of topics and emotions. If your nerves are not strong, consider it an unfinished manuscript, a forming myth that future generations might read to learn how things once were.

Witness to the world's wounds

Working as a doctor, I find myself at the crossroads of our planet's darkest wounds and brightest miracles. I feel a duty to protect the vulnerable, so I see both wonderful beauty and deep suffering. Still, I believe that with time and joint effort, what is often hidden can be revealed, allowing healing to begin. If my words can give anything, let it be a spark that lights the way or offers comfort to those who need it.

Childhood dreams and the first awakening

My earliest memories are like hazy mirages: dreams intertwine with strange sensations before I understood reality. In these dreams, gigantic structures pulsed and changed, appearing enormous one moment, tiny the next. It resembled an infinite space whose logic I couldn't grasp, but which completely fascinated me.

The first vivid realization came when, as a child, I hid behind a box and watched my mother looking for me. I understood that she only saw where her gaze was directed. It seemed very unfair — I thought adults should see and know everything. That moment shattered my naive belief in the omnipotence of adults.

Encounters with deception — and computers

Another important lesson was deception. Neighborhood kids invited me to play, but soon I realized they wouldn't play. The lie felt like a betrayal not only to me but to my entire known world.

It was then that I discovered computers — a refuge of logic and predictability. My uncle's old MS-DOS machine opened a new space where everything was consistently defined, and I desperately wanted to understand it.

Although my uncle — a wonderful person I considered the smartest in the world — had many national awards and hundreds of patents, even great intellect does not guarantee financial stability. We always supported each other, though we met rarely; I was constantly busy and rarely found time for people.

Realizing that communicating with the new companion would require English, I learned the alphabet in both my native and English languages.

I want to tell how my misunderstanding with the environment began and my first independent steps. Starting first grade, I already knew how to write in two languages, but in print letters. The teacher's first task was to learn cursive letters, so I brought work in print. Classmates didn't know what they were seeing, and the teacher was confused. That moment, when I didn't fit into the usual norms, became a spark that encouraged independent learning, and that desire only grew.

Early responsibility and independence

I took on adult responsibilities earlier than most. In a country where the minimum wage was low, our family collected about 170 euros a month, so I worked to help until I finished school. I aimed for perfection in every job, dividing my day into precise schedules. It was a tough routine, but it instilled an invincible thirst for knowledge and self-improvement.

I remember how a classmate mocked me for my shoes being dirty after yesterday's work. Although I felt uncomfortable for a moment, it strengthened my resolve. Even today, I often choose sturdy, practical shoes — comfort is more important than fashion. My life remains a balance of learning, work, and growth, rarely leaving free time.

The journey of knowledge and beyond

Spending every free minute on studies. I joined various organizations, became part of high-intellect communities, and traveled a lot. I cycled across my homeland, walked through large parts of Europe, hitchhiked across mountains, helped organize hundreds of seminars and events. Some of these adventures were described by newspapers and online portals.

I'm not sure if I should share this...

Then, for the first time, I took an IQ test to join an international community that required a certain score. I scored 127 — well above the required minimum, but joy was soon replaced by horror. I was young and naive: I thought the world was full of all-knowing geniuses who would take care of, teach, and guide me. But the test results and intelligence distribution showed otherwise. Instead of feeling proud, I felt ... I don't even know how to describe it. Since then, I have devoted every free moment to science, trying to fill the unexpected gap. Maybe one day I'll feel smarter.

For now, I consider myself the least knowledgeable person. Strange, but living this way is easier — after all, if I'm already "stupid," who cares? Then I can ask anything, learn everything, and try anything without fear. There is so much to learn: the more and faster I can learn, the better.

My thirst for knowledge led me through Mathematics and Physics to Chemistry, Biology, Geology. Mineralogy and Gemology revealed Earth's hidden treasures. Astronomy and astrophysics took me to the stars. Biophysics and Biomedicine allowed me to connect the laws of living systems and the universe. I delved into Engineering, Robotics, and finally Theoretical Physics and Environmental Engineering, aiming to understand and protect our shared planet.

A long journey into the living dream

Examining the intersection of science, nature, and spirit, I discovered what I call the "living dream." Here, nature spirits and scientific wonder coexist, revealing hidden layers of reality through the prism of energy. This expanded my consciousness, awakening sensitivity to both visible and invisible beings.

Dreams became teachers, inviting me to look at every being with respect and empathy, even those without a physical body. Some of them longed for human company, others were benevolent helpers, and still others were shy, reflecting the caution I feel myself when forming new connections.

Paradise on the road

Sometimes my journey felt like paradise on Earth. I traveled by bike with groups I formed, hiked unknown European places with a backpack on my shoulders, hitchhiked across mountains, and led countless seminars. Strangely, I encountered almost no malice. Except for one gas station worker who wouldn't let me use the restroom without buying anything, which, honestly, isn't such a big sin.

I realized that people are naturally very good. Even among great differences, we lived peacefully, helping each other. This taught me that every living being — visible or not — deserves respect and compassion.

The reality of peace and the path ahead

When the desire to travel subsided, I refocused on work, studies, and exploring dreams. I planned my days carefully, life seemed idyllic until a minor injury forced me to slow down, just when COVID‑19 stopped the whole world. While recovering in solitude, my days were wrapped in silence and peace.

But that peace was temporary. Returning to the wide world, I felt the beginning of a new chapter — one that will require new dedication, insights, and healing. Wherever the path leads, I will continue to explore the boundaries of shared reality, guided by curiosity, empathy, and a strong belief that we are creators — unique sparks of an infinite universe connected by love.

The reality of paradise and new goals

Paradise faded, and the return to the human world became the beginning of a new chapter — one in which I will have to confront the shadow of corruption, a force capable of taking root in each of our hearts…

Life's journey: where reality and dreams meet

Life is a strange and extraordinary journey. Each of us moves at our own pace, facing unique challenges, joys, and discoveries. My story is just one of many, but it has led me to special spaces where reality merges with dreams, and beings from different dimensions of existence become part of everyday life.

I am a healer and energy master, so I often feel as if I live between several worlds at once. I constantly learn, grow, and try to understand what is really happening in our shared reality. In this story, I want to share my experiences: they intertwine dramatic events, detective twists, the mysteries of the dream world, and deep existential insights.

This is a story where the daily search for truth becomes a necessity, and humanity's true destroyers sometimes emerge in the most unexpected situations. I hope this narrative will provide new knowledge or inspiration, encouraging a broader perspective. However, I warn that the "detective drama" may seem intense – it covers many themes and emotions. If you think it is too strong, perhaps view this text as an unfinished manuscript, a possible seed of a legend that future generations might one day read to learn how it was "in the old days."

The planet's wounds through my eyes

As a healer, I face the darkest wounds of our planet every day, but also its magical beauty. I feel a duty to protect those who cannot defend themselves. All this shows how much pain lies in spaces still unknown to us, but I believe that over time we can bring this pain into the light of day and heal it. If my words provide even a little support to others, then they were not spoken in vain.

Childhood dreams and the first awakening

Early memories remind me of hazy mirages – dreams intertwined with unusual sensations experienced even before beginning to perceive reality. I saw huge structures that pulsed and constantly changed their size. This incomprehensible yet captivating world had no logic, but it held countless hidden knowledge.

The first vivid realization came when I was very small and hid behind a box, watching my mother trying to find me. Suddenly, I understood that she only sees what she is directly looking at. This perception seemed wrong to me: after all, I was convinced that adults see and know everything.

Encounter with lies and getting to know the computer

Another important event happened when the neighbor’s children invited me to play, but when I arrived, I realized they didn’t intend to play at all. Lies then seemed to me like an incomprehensible sign of betrayal of the world.

At the same time, I saw a computer for the first time—an old MS-DOS system gifted by my uncle. From that moment, it became my new world, where clear and unchanging rules applied.

Although I had a wonderful uncle—I truly believe he was the smartest person in the world—I quickly realized that even great intelligence does not always guarantee financial stability. He was highly respected, had many state awards, and several hundred patents—I still don’t understand how he managed it. Nevertheless, we always supported each other, although we met rarely. Perhaps because I was always extremely busy and rarely found time for people.

Wanting to better understand “communication” with the computer, I realized I had to learn English. By first grade, I already knew how to write in both my native language and English, using printed letters.

I want to reveal how my misunderstanding with the environment began and the first steps toward an independent journey. When I started first grade, I already knew how to write in two languages, but I wrote in print letters. The first task from the teacher was to learn cursive, so I brought an assignment written in print. This caused a real commotion: classmates had never seen such writing, they didn’t understand what I was doing, and the teacher looked confused. It was this moment, when I didn’t fit into the usual school norms, that became the impetus to seek opportunities for self-learning—and over time, this desire took over me more and more.

Early responsibility and independence

I grew up faster than most of my peers. The minimum wage in the country was low, and the income of multi-person families was only about 170 euros per month, so I tried to help as much as I could. I combined studies with work, striving for excellence in all areas. Every day of mine was strictly planned, but it was precisely this that helped me develop perseverance and a love of knowledge.

I remember one moment at school when a classmate pointed out my dirty shoes, which I had worked in the day before. Although it caused a brief feeling of shame, it also strengthened my determination. Since then, not much has changed—I still choose comfortable, practical footwear, and my working hours often continue without breaks.

Knowledge, travel, and new horizons

In my older years, I dedicated every free moment to studying. I joined various organizations, participated in high-intelligence communities, and traveled a lot. I rode a bicycle across my entire country, walked through a large part of Europe, hitchhiked across mountains, and met many people while leading seminars and organizing various events. Some of these journeys were even described by newspapers and online portals.

My curiosity had no limits, so I studied mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and geology. Mineralogy and gemology allowed me to discover treasures hidden in the layers of the earth. Astronomy and astrophysics opened the way to the expanses of stars and galaxies, while biophysics and biomedicine helped understand the laws of life. I also deepened my knowledge in various engineering fields, robotics, even theoretical physics and environmental engineering, striving to better understand the world and protect it.

A long march into the “living dream”

Exploring the worlds of science, nature, and spirituality, I discovered what I called a “living dream.” It is a realm where nature spirits and science merge, revealing an alternative dimension of reality seen through the prism of energy. This experience changed my attitude toward the environment, teaching me to be more sensitive and attentive to all living beings—both visible and invisible.

Dreams became teachers encouraging the cultivation of friendliness even toward beings without a physical body. Some longed for close connection, others helped and protected, and still others, like myself, sometimes withdrew out of shyness, not daring to cross certain boundaries.

Journeys that seem endless

Some stages of life can be called paradisiacal. Traveling by bike with like-minded people, wandering on foot across Europe with a small backpack, hitchhiking through mountains, and organizing seminars, I met truly ill-disposed people less or more often. Perhaps the only unpleasantness was when at a remote gas station we were not allowed to use the toilet until we bought something—but even that is hardly called evil.

I realized that people are wonderful creatures. When goodwill arises, differences disappear, and helping each other becomes natural. This taught me to respect every living being—both visible and invisible.

The illusion of peace and a new stage

Eventually, when the desire to constantly travel subsided, I returned to work, further studies, and exploring dreams. The days were carefully planned, life seemed like paradise, until one day I got injured and decided to rest calmly. At the same time, the world was gripped by COVID-19, everything stopped, and I rested in the city, trying to regain inner balance.

However, this peace was only an illusion. As soon as I began to return to the world of people, I felt that another—still unknown—stage of life awaited, which I would have to explore with new energy. Where will this journey take me? For now, I can only guess. But I know I will move forward, guided by curiosity, love, and the conviction that we are all eternal creators living in an immense universe where everyone has their unique place.

CONTENTS

1. Preface: Life's Journey, Woven from Threads of Reality and Dreams
   1.1. Introduction: A Strange and Extraordinary Journey
   1.2. The Merging of Reality and Dreams
   1.3. Gydūnas's Mission and Goals
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 Awaits?
   4.1. The World of Dreams in Childhood
   4.2. The First Awakening: Realization of Others' "Invisibility"
   4.3. A Painful Lesson About Lies
   4.4. The First Steps Toward 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 Through Europe
   5.4. Depth and Breadth of Studies
   - Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Geology, Mineralogy, Gemology
   - Astronomy, Astrophysics, Biophysics, Biomedical Science
   - Electronics, Mechanics, Construction, Chemical Engineering
   - Materials Science, Robotics, Biotechnology, Space Science
   - Theoretical Physics, Environmental Engineering
6. A Long Journey to a Living Dream
   6.1. Dream Teachers: Beings Without Physical Bodies
   6.2. Journeys Through "Paradises": Peace and a Beautiful World
   6.3. The Illusion of Peace and the World Stopping (COVID-19 Context)
7. Complex Experiences
   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 Decisions: Searches for Meaning and Strength
   7.5. Hope and Recovery After Darkness
8. Darkness and World Manipulations
   8.1. "Octopus" and the Network 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 Kingdom of Shadows: The Price of Kindness and Unfathomable Horror
   9.1. Torture, Break-Ins, and Forced Uncertainty
   9.2. The Power of Love Against the Cycle of Revenge
   9.3. In the Shadow of Despair: A System That Seems Not to Exist for the Good
   9.4. "Do I Want to Take Revenge on the State?" – An Inner Drama
   9.5. Fragility and Meaning: How Will It All End?
10. A Little More About Disorder
    10.1. System Challenges and the Reality of Injustice
    10.2. Healthcare Problems: Causes of Collapse
    10.3. Social Disorder and Inequality
    10.4. Fighting Corruption and Personal Responsibility
    10.5. Disappointment with Law Enforcement Institutions
    10.6. Life Vision: What Kind of Life Is Truly Worth Pursuing?
11. Addictions and Their Consequences
    11.1. Alcohol, Drugs: Pleasure or Trap?
    11.2. How Do Addictions Support the Control Mechanism?
    11.3. The Paradox of Value: Short-Term Happiness vs. Long-Term Well-Being
12. My Duty and the Restoration of Karma 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. Animal Farming Industry: Environmental Damage and the Issue of Cruelty
13. Wild Dream Journey: Earth and Infinite Cosmos
    13.1. Gydūnas's Dreams and Contradictions
    13.2. 'The healer's irony': when the healer himself suffers pain
    13.3. The machine of oblivion: the mysterious Earth shield
14. The Price of Meditation and Life Choices
    14.1. Why does meditation require sacrifices?
    14.2. Financial, spiritual, and personal consciousness challenges
    14.3. Is it worth choosing a 'simple' life?
15. Final Reflection and Journey to the Future
    15.1. Endless work and urgent matters
    15.2. Farewell to the present
    15.3. Hope that words and experience will help others
    15.4. The new starting point: stepping into 'where no one understands'

 

 

Walking between worlds 

Isolation and understanding 

When I was bedridden, I was completely alone. The last people left because it became too hard for them, and I was finally alone. At that time, I didn't understand why no one helped, why no one healed or restored me. I didn't yet know that they simply didn't know how to help and couldn't, didn't know how to restore. 

They don't know how to heal, can't restore, I don't understand. 

Pain and peace 

In the last moments, I felt something a person shouldn't feel. Every movement was unimaginably painful. I could feel something moving inside, and everything was incredibly sensitive. Earlier I could still find a painless spot curled on my right side, but now there was no place without pain. I couldn't move or stay calm – there was no peace even for a moment. 

And yet... let's say, someone whose fingers put me in this position... still won't let me rest peacefully. 

I was tired of the pain. After a while, I understood why it is important to have someone nearby – to give you strength on the last journey – this is incredibly important. Also, this is the most important time in life, the desire to be as long and peaceful as possible. But now it is as it is. 

Discoveries and understanding 

It soon became very cozy and calm. It reminded me of an early winter morning by the forest, when it seems you can hear a snowflake fall. The calm turned into visions. I saw myself in others' memories of me. I saw through their eyes, felt what they felt, 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 – it is simply impossible to convey, only then does understanding open. In the field of peace and warmth, my dear people seemed to say to me, but I also seemed to see and understand the whole detailed story. From understanding and spirit contact came warmth and calm. 

Fights and decisions 

At the same time, I also saw the structures of other beings, older than the planet itself. I saw what is done and how it happens. I saw a network of eternal suffering. The whole world is conquered, 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 conquered that will never let the sky open. From them radiated an incomprehensible ugliness. If I were a body, I probably would have vomited everything I ate all my life from horror and disgust. At this moment, I was glad that I lived honestly all my life. They hated me, and finally, finally I am here. 

I lived impeccably, achieved and did everything I wanted. I can leave – just look up, just go. However, when doubts arose, I was given infinite choices in all directions until old age, just to keep busy and not cause trouble. What a life. Survive safely until death. 

Hope and recovery 

I remembered those I loved very much. I understood what will happen to everyone, including them. I remembered my wizard and thought he would want to understand what I saw. Once again, I remembered those I love and did not want to let them be in an eternal machine of suffering. From all lives, I saw every moment, what followed, and I chose nothing. 

I remembered my heart, and it showed me the way, the only way whose future I cannot see. This is the only path worth following. 

Soon horror and pain returned. I started hearing and feeling again how something moves and sucks inside. Everything was difficult. At the same time, I began to see all the dream memories. For the first time, I could communicate directly with myself. I never needed that before – we got along perfectly and successfully worked on global peace energy support projects all my life. I realized that no one can help me or others because they don't know, can't, or understand. They themselves are stuck and weakened. 

I, as a body, am only my reflection, and the true me is the over-body that does everything.

Dream memories reminded me of what I did all my life, how the little stones taught me as well. Reminding me how I played and moved forces using my spirit tools. I realized that no one knows or can do that. These were definitely not games. Just moving one hand or toe was more than enough. 

What I had learned all my life, I was now working on myself as well. Soon the immobile and painful area became warm and calm. Hope appeared, a drop of strength appeared in the muscles. Unable to do or move anything more, I began to heal. 

I don't want to leave people here. With the sky closed, they will start feeding on them again, and this time there will be no hope for tens or hundreds of thousands of years to do anything. A million years is not much in the eyes of the Universe, but spirits should not be here. 

While recovery was underway, I remembered the whole structure. Darkness, like an octopus, has imprisoned everyone worldwide. One pulls the rope of karma, and at the same time another pulls the rope of revenge, and the whole world continues to strangle each other into the abyss. 

They understand only power, control, and strength. They can dominate any person except those who have a heart. They do not comprehend higher forces 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. 

Although my science was coldly interrupted, our games in my dreams progressed, took on a different meaning; everything seemed changed. I began solving challenges in ways I had never tried before. The dream characters I used to play with in these dreams noticed the difference. They asked me how I did it, how I acted, and I usually answered lightly: "It's simple—just see what needs to be done, understand everything, and do it." 

However, as we began to travel through various scenarios, everything 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 connection with himself—separated from everyone, no one knew what had happened to him. It seemed that no one could reach him anymore. 

Looking at him, I immediately understood his story. I saw how the lines of his life scattered, how connections were lost, how others' perspectives intertwined with his. I removed what didn't belong there—like blueberries and unsuitable fragments—I found him in the chaos and restored the broken connections. When everything fell into place, he returned to himself, and peace surrounded him. 

The spirit who cared for him looked me in the eyes, as if silently asking what I had done, how I did 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 fully comprehend them. I tried to speak, to explain, but the words failed; I didn't even know where to start or what to say. Then, with another look, I saw what she saw—a change in me that was invisible to myself. At that moment, I learned something about myself that I had never known or could see. 

Finally, I just said: "I will do everything I can, if only it is possible. That is all I need—no matter how big or difficult the task is."   

Insights Differently 

Next time, I felt a strong call in my waking life. I knew I had to go, so I carefully gathered, tidied my things, set up a cozy bed, and went to "sleep." 

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

But then another being burst in—cold, heavy, and oppressive. It whispered something into the man's thoughts, something clearly felt, seen, but impossible for a human to comprehend. The man suddenly jumped up from the chair, quickly distracted and overwhelmed by anger. 

I watched how his body, though trying to appear strong from the outside, felt completely powerless. He kicked the table, and I understood—this heavy being implanted something false in him, fake ideas that fueled his anger. The being, seeing its work done, disappeared with some sick satisfaction. 

Watching further, I realized that this man was completely powerless before that. The understanding he needed was far beyond his capabilities. He was completely detached from everything—just a body in a high-ranking uniform, without real power or influence. 

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

We remained unnoticed. 
The spirit that brought me to this place was unknown to me, but felt familiar and warm. It tried to show me something important, and I think I understood—at least in that moment. But now, awake, I am not sure. Even if I think I understand, I realize I do not, not fully. I cannot even begin to grasp what is really happening.

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And perhaps, when thousands of lives have been restored and many others helped and cheered, there may be 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. They may come with a bang.

Uncontrolled chaos 

It all started when the life I knew began to collapse. Break-ins into my home became a daily occurrence, endless thefts followed one after another. They took everything I had – material possessions, a sense of security, and finally my health. Broken bones and unbearable pain became my daily reality. Every time it seemed I was starting to heal, everything fell apart again. From further dangerously ugly actions by the vandals, I was practically paralyzed, left to die in the winter cold, where the pain became so unbearable that I lost consciousness, only waking from the slowly fading warmth of my blood. 

The tortures became even more refined – they forced me to stay awake, not allowing me to sleep, even when I was seriously ill from their cruelty. Hunger became my constant companion when everything I had was taken away, and tax inspectors demanded I pay income tax on already stolen money or they would cold-bloodedly take everything I had. And then the truth became clear – not only is no one punished for crimes, but you don't have to pay taxes on stolen money. In a corrupt system, taxes do not exist, and if they did, they know how to avoid them; the prosecutors themselves steal. Eventually, they began taking all my property. Even my car was not spared this horror – it was destroyed as if it were just another way to ruin me. 

 

The fight for survival 

It seemed I was not destined to survive this kingdom of horror. However, against all odds, I survived. The contortions on the faces of those who quietly but actively awaited my death, ready to take everything I had, were palpable. But with each day of recovery, their faces became increasingly full of hatred. What should a person who has experienced such injustice do? Should sincere people be tortured just because they are good? Should they give up everything and just live on as if nothing happened? As some officials suggested – representatives of the nation who later joined in extracting and plundering my property. 

Is this the end of kindness? 

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

And then what? 

They will accuse you and force you to pay huge compensations to those who took everything from you. They even dare to say: "Or maybe you had nothing, just imagine you had some things? Or maybe you want to die again? What will you do? Our prosecutor family, no one will help you. Better give up what you have and leave the country. Or maybe, if it's so hard for you, maybe you should .... and do us a favor?" Well, I still pay loans for those things, even though I haven't had them for a long time. It's a bit comical. 

The power of love against the cycle of revenge: The path of healing and protection 

Could I respond in kind, avoiding all protective measures? Of course, it is very simple. A colorless cutting laser, easily mounted on a bicycle, could work so that on a dark night, approaching from a hundred meters away, nothing would protect – neither high concrete walls, nor insurance policies, nor any people. It would also be possible to carefully plan a chain of failures, arranging it over 2–5 years and starting after 10–12 years when everyone has forgotten. Unfortunately, I was forced against my will to learn the art of dealing 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. It is not worth responding with revenge because it will draw you into an endless cycle of karma and revenge. Not that "nothing will happen," but you will inadvertently end up in hell, losing the chance to live a wonderful and beautiful life. 

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

I used to think that healers are loved by everyone because I love them myself. But the more people I help restore, the more I notice that behind a broken person often stands not only themselves but also another person, a group of people, or even an entire state, consciously or unconsciously harming them. Therefore, my task is not only to restore the person but also to notice any signs that harm is being done to them and to know how to prevent it. And while the person heals and grows stronger, I must protect, defend, and help them become stronger. 

What I have learned and mastered are not just tools, but also responsibility. Knowing how to use my abilities not for revenge, but for healing, is a choice that opens doors 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. But the authorities saw nothing wrong with what was happening. They created false stories, deliberately distorted names, and mocked my desperate pleas. Many of my letters went unanswered. Then the question arises: should I have expected help from those who barely know how to read and write but still hold high positions in police stations? Or from courts that ignore the law and act according to their whims? These people just sit in their positions and do whatever they want. If they receive a blank sheet 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. Does this contradict the constitution and all humanity? What difference does it make – nothing can be done to them, they are the "justice" system, they do whatever they want. 

Imagine, you live your usual life peacefully, when suddenly one morning your belongings are sold, your account is marked in red, and officers forcibly remove everything from your home. And all this happens because somewhere else in the world, a small country's court made a decision, even though it is neither your country nor your union. Officers holding the highest positions cannot even write your name correctly 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 anything, and they will achieve their goal, your time and life wasted – you will never be younger, and no one will return the lost time to you.

It reminds me of the times when my grandparents were simply taken out of university offices and sent to die in cold regions. Not much has changed – only now we do it ourselves to our own people.
Members of my party, like many others, died quietly and suddenly, mutilated without the chance to speak or simply disappeared.

Gydūnas' path: searching for priorities 

Now, thinking it over, I begin to ask myself – could I really cause harm, even if provoked? Could I consciously choose to cause pain or suffering?

Looking at the world, I began to ask myself: could I really cause harm, even if provoked? Could I consciously choose to cause pain or suffering? After all that happened – blood, robberies, hunger, inability to move, defend myself – seeking help when faced with lies in documents and false names. Even more so, because I cannot acquire means to defend myself or eat, and official officers blackmail and exploit, no one is able to hear me anymore.

I used to live in paradise, I was happy all my life in a warm environment, although I didn't interact with many people, only with warm groups that I loved and participated in or organized events. Now my life has been taken from me, and this thought feels 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-filled place. How many more people are being deceived and exploited by the state itself?

I am creating another world. I don't want to respond to hell with hell; maybe it's better to strengthen, invite people to a warm world – a place that is good and peaceful, where you want to live. As much love for people, strength, and wisdom allow. Statistics show that the number of suicides is the highest in the world, alcohol and drugs flow freely, people die, kill themselves, families are torn apart, the state sets people up, robs them openly. And the government meanwhile just doubles their salaries.

What can people really do? All separated, divided, turned against each other. I often hear on TV that the rulers say people are unhealthy, and that's it. It happens often – like part of a well-rehearsed rodeo show. They describe people as fools under some vague circumstances that somehow accidentally became very profitable for them, maybe just a robbed person, and that's it. No basis, no real facts at all. "My socks are a special color, very modern, with pictures, so I am right." And so the person remains unheard, and all the work against the people is hidden. Every time I hear this on television, I realize that power suppresses people because if we dig deeper, we could find a completely different story.

For example, if a person makes a few cents mistake at the tax office or a simple person invites a friend to help work at a vegetable field market, they are punished endlessly and sentenced to tens of thousands of euros, simply destroying their life. Meanwhile, if a friend of those in power buys land worth several million for just one euro, it is considered completely normal. Instead of people growing and strengthening – the country itself destroys its own people.

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

It means everyone knows what is happening, but no one does anything, and it has become normal.

To me, this is abnormal. It can only be an invitation from the heaven I was in to look at how people are treated and help those who need it.

I have reached a point where consciously harming someone seems impossible. It would require an extremely bad intervention or influence, and even then I doubt it would be possible to affect me that way. Every day, every moment, I heal, grow, and become more united 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 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 realized I have to set my priorities, and therefore I choose to protect those who already spread love and create a better world – the vulnerable, the beautiful, those who have been hurt, and those who reach out. At the same time, I strive to go restore the darkest and bleakest places on the planet so that all humanity is uplifted and destruction is stopped.

Continuing to grow stronger, I hope to reach a point where I can help everyone I sincerely want to help, when my strength is enough to make a difference in every situation that matters to me. But now I have to accept that my efforts will be focused on those who need it most, who are the most vulnerable or worthy of protection. I hope that by acting this way, I can contribute to a world where harm becomes rarer, and healing and love triumph. I long to achieve this and believe that by continuing restoration and strengthening, I will succeed. 

Do I want to take revenge on the state? 

If I wanted to do harm, it would be enough to simply do nothing – they are rapidly dying 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 hard because the state consciously weakens human strength, nurture yourself, your environment, and love your loved ones. Create a life so that corruption has no chance to cling or exploit. Stop poisoning yourself – give up alcohol, meat, aggression. Grow and strengthen, learn, enjoy life.

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

About fragility and meaning 

After all, these are just things, temporary objects that disappear after a few years. Cars rust and vanish. Is a few cents really worth 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 against life's harsh trials? 

Is it simply the triumph of sincerity? Perhaps those who bring 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, while joy and sincerity are deadly 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 imposed that kindness only brings pain and loss? This is a question each of us must answer by looking at ourselves and the world we live in. Can we remain happy, loving, and create our beautiful world, united, not allowing those who support division and the destruction of anyone who is at least a bit smarter, more sincere, and stronger? 

Only the strongest can be sincere. To help others, we must first take care of ourselves and have extra strength to be able to help others. 

Disappointment with law enforcement institutions 

Law enforcement officers, representing the entire nation, see nothing wrong in all this; they think everything here is normal and reflects the values of the whole nation. However, communicating with officers from other countries, it is clear that their attitude differs – they consider such actions unacceptable, to put it mildly. 

All this seems like a deep look into how people live and behave. To me, it is not normal. Having gone through hellish experiences that people endure – from cruel acts to brainwashing with deadly drugs straight from shopping centers – I understand that these experiences are only a reflection of pain. It is a cry of the spirit, revealing humanity's bleeding wounds, which, like a parasitic cancer, poison humanity itself, ultimately destroying it. 

The path of the heart 

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

A hundred years is just a moment in time. It seems like I was young and learning to write not long ago, and now my white beard reaches my navel. Time moves on. 

The beginning of a new life: a journey to inner peace 

After a few days of hunger with no chance of improvement in the future, a broken car, state officials' violence, and illegal blackmail, I realized that only death awaited me here, once again. All my life I defended, protected, and carried beauty and honor to this place. It seems the time has come to move on. Therefore, I decided to leave and follow where my heart leads and help people from a distance.

I wonder how many other victims there are, such as the elderly or vulnerable people who couldn't do anything? Now that global record suicide statistics, along with the mass sinking of the nation into the mire of drugs and alcohol and the separation of people from each other, seem completely different to me. It resembles more a silent genocide of the nation.

The other country welcomed me warmly and hospitably. People here are kind, helpful, and everyone cares for each other and the community. The state provided me with free housing, gave me money, and said: "Take it, rest, recover, and when you're ready – start living anew." 

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

New beginnings and strengthening 

In a new country, although I was exhausted, I still started working, even while lying down. I worked until my body gradually recovered, and I began to regain the ability to arrange words and slowly grow stronger. After six months, I finally started to regain 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 to later say: "Ha, it's your fault you didn't know!" And suddenly – a multi-thousand fine for nothing, but deliberately created to harm you. For example, they had to perform a certain action within three weeks, but it was delayed for four months – and then the blame is put on you. If you don't agree, sudden death or "suicide" threatens, and officials are still illiterate, even though you work properly and sincerely. You are harmless and won't resist, and they will profit.

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

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

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

I feel that the need for treatment and restoration is endless in all directions. The question arises – to help people or leave everything as it is?

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

Some countries simply give money to their citizens upon reaching adulthood to ease, accelerate, and encourage their establishment and strength. A strong person – a strong country.

But what do you get here? After finishing school, you receive a letter reminding you that you already owe certain taxes you never heard about. No one taught you about these matters, and you don't even have a job yet, but you are already in debt for taxes.

Here, the laws are also one-sided, and after experiencing a terrible crime just because you are honest and successful, investigators can become illiterate.
 

Although half the country's population left long ago, fleeing the ongoing madness, others succumbed to alcohol addiction, and the rest lost meaning and became just statistics and memories in our hearts.

Despite this, the number of country representatives remained the same. Moreover, salaries doubled at regular intervals – perhaps due to increasingly difficult living conditions or because no one wants to work, so it is necessary to keep doubling wages. Or maybe they really do twice as much work, working day and night perhaps?

In any case, a few million euros could be saved here every month. It would be better to direct these millions to universities so that all people could study and attend lectures. Although we already provide top-level information worldwide for free, reform has long been necessary.

We can give a few million euros each 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 the new country, I was able to calmly return to work and continue my studies because nothing prevented me from doing so. People here are simply different – good, friendly, respectful, and very helpful. For the first time, I found myself in an environment where everyone sincerely cares for each other and the community, and the state cares about its people. 

Looking back and rebuilding a new life 

And what do I see now, in this new place? People really are wonderful. 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 found a home that accepted me, helped me recover, and gave me the chance to start anew. 

Now I have the opportunity to contribute meaningfully to society, bringing light and joy into people's lives and continuing to grow and heal. It is a path full of love, compassion, and understanding, where I can help others who have also suffered by sharing the knowledge and strength I have gained through my experience. 

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

 

A little more about the mess

Challenges of the System and the Reality of Injustice

When you approach any system, superficial beauty often crumbles, revealing true decay. What I see is my own experience, accumulated over many years of checking, collecting documents, information, and signals from various institutions. Beneath this beautiful surface lie many sad truths that reveal how much injustice there is.

Laws are often one-sided, and the constitution seems forgotten. While some get paid for wasting time, others have to work hard for every cent. If you try to change anything, you will face repression, and your efforts will not only go unappreciated but will also become an additional burden for yourself. Their wasting time costs them nothing, yet they still get paid for it.

What would happen if one person faces such injustice? How many more victims can there be in such a system? Maybe the whole country is stuck in this victim cycle? Or maybe even several countries are entangled in this death-bringing, corrupt system? Intelligent people are suppressed, and deadly drugs fill the shelves, maintaining an easily controlled society. Could the whole planet be in a state of madness? Harmony still prevails in nature, but the human world may be on the brink of insanity. Perhaps the energy feeding this source of suffering needs to be cleansed so that this machine finally stops? Maybe it was once created with good intentions, but now it only returns the pain it itself experiences.

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

Silent Cry of Suffering: A Collapsed Healthcare System

The healthcare system, which should care for people's health and well-being, becomes a tool of oppression. Healthcare workers, nurses, and hospital staff who should be respected and supported often face inhumane working conditions. The humiliation and coercion they experience are not only unjust but intentional – all this is done so that they fear raising their heads and are forced to work for lower wages.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how this repression is part of a broader plan. Workers whose mission is to heal and care for others are forced to work under burnout conditions, and their efforts are undervalued. I have heard many stories about how doctors and nurses are forced to work overtime, often for lower pay, fearing losing their jobs if they dared to resist.

This degrading behavior is passed on to patients who, faced with neglect and lack of care, often remain without necessary help. Friends have told heartbreaking stories about patients who were simply left to die, with doors locked so that no one could help them. In other cases, relatives were afraid to leave their loved ones alone because they understood that neglect could become fatal.

What we see is not only incomprehensible behavior but also a systemic problem that promotes violence and control. The authorities use this tool of oppression not only to reduce costs but also to increase their control. This is a cruel demonstration 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 barely make ends meet, while taxes are imposed on food products and government officials increase their salaries, I understand that this is not productive governance. It seems as if those in power are trying to take everything they can from a sinking ship, paying no attention to anything else.

The question arises: is it worth sacrificing people's lives for barely noticeable economic growth? Are these numbers really more important than human life and dignity? Perhaps the true path to sustainable growth is caring for people. When people live peacefully, 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 the entire society.

Fight Against Corruption and Personal Responsibility

Despite all the challenges, I will still give the world a couple of years to have a chance to improve. I love people, so I dedicate my time and energy to them. I could have chosen a simple and peaceful life, but I decided to give myself for others. Karma must return to those who try to destroy me or others, not to innocent people. 

 

Life Vision: What Kind of Life Is Worth Pursuing?

What kind of life would you want? One where you can live peacefully, engage in your favorite activities, be strong, and be surrounded by loving people? A life where a safe future and the ability to enjoy every moment of the journey is a reality for everyone? Or do you want to work under the whip, fight for every cent against others like animals, to buy short-term pleasure – a candy made of sugar and dyes, or drown yourself in alcohol during holidays as if poisoning and degrading yourself is some kind of pleasure, and rejoice in a short-term victory over another who has no chance to resist?

Alcohol and Drugs: Is It Worth It?

Is it really worth buying alcohol and drugs that cause suffering and destroy lives? This industry profits from your pain and addiction, which destroys both you and those around you. It is a vicious cycle that is hard to escape, and the consequences are terrible.

Paradoxically, the authority that should care for people's well-being actually promotes deadly addictions, being a direct beneficiary of this industry. They create a deceptive illusion by selling the most dangerous drugs while banning completely harmless substances. This raises questions about the true morality and priorities of the authorities when human life becomes less important than profit.

Consequences of Obedience and Repression in the Healthcare Sector

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

The healthcare system is a great example of how repression can be used to control people. Workers who should be doctors and care for others are forced to work under burnout conditions, for lower pay, fearing 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 strongly and freely, creating welfare for themselves and others. These differences raise the question of whether human life’s value is truly higher than the pursuit of short-term profit.

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

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

Contrast of Two Countries: Repression and Prosperity

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

My Duty and the Restoration of Karma Balance

My duty is to restore what has been destroyed, help those in need, and restore balance in the world. Every action has its consequences, and my goal is to ensure these consequences are positive. Perhaps my task is to redeem the karma of other people, forgive them, and help them grow from their mistakes so 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 saving the planet. Raising animals for meat causes huge carbon dioxide emissions – producing 1 kg of beef emits from 27 to 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 shocks the most is not just the environmental impact, but the horrific cruelty that animals endure. They are raped and killed simply because someone wanted a kebab. This machine of brutality, hidden behind closed doors, causes indescribable pain to animals whose lives end not by natural death, but by human hands. Dying animals, having survived horror, intuitively seek to return this negative energy to those who initiated their death – the customers. These animals will no longer run through fields, will no longer see their loved ones, will no longer have a pleasant life, because their fate was decided for human pleasure.

Can it be said that only the executors are to blame, and not those who order this cruelty? Many people simply ignore it because they believe animals cannot harm them. They consider the killing of other animals a normal occurrence, but how would they feel if the same 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 a human is just one of many beings in this world.

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

Life Quality and Choosing a Different Path

People often don't notice how the quality of their lives deteriorates because they are used to certain norms and standards. However, these norms that our daily life relies on are not always right or moral. The actions we take have consequences that eventually return and affect our lives and environment. When people choose violence against animals, they don't notice how this negative energy comes back into their lives, making them less beautiful and harmonious.

Life can be much more beautiful if we just choose a different path. It is not impossible – we just need to open ourselves to change, abandon old habits, and understand that our actions greatly affect not only our personal lives but the entire planet.

My Duty and the Restoration of Karma Balance

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

  

Wild Dream Journey: Earth and Infinite Cosmos 

The world I create is a bit different, and it's not usual for me. I would like to live happily, occasionally feeling warmth and a close embrace between work sessions. 

I'm not a cave person; more of a wild one. I like living not in ordinary houses or apartments, but as close to nature as possible—where the soul finds peace. Sometimes an animal wanders by to connect with, or other spirits freely visit, bathing in lakes. And I, occasionally returning to my small cave-house, sleep warmly and dive back into work. 

Everything I need fits into a backpack—though it would be great to have some food. 
It would be even better to have a little house in the fields. 
And it would be ideal if I were accompanied by several tons of crystals, as they have done throughout my life so far, only more, advising and guiding me through my journey. 

  

Maybe someday in my life I'll find a way to fully restore the human body so it no longer ages. Or maybe science will have already reached that level. Perhaps I would discover effective ways to restore a person from afar, just as effectively as being close by. Maybe it would even be possible to restore everyone at once. Even now, thoughts show the way—perhaps by changing space, bodies could draw strength and recover. I can't stop learning. I don't really like the idea that I should die just because I wear soft and comfortable clothes or have nicely arranged my beautiful work tools. 

If living so warmly and cozily, carrying out my plans, I had enough time, I might even build my own personal spaceship. With a crew of a few thousand sincere people, we would embark on journeys through infinite space. 

I would like to see with my own eyes pulsars or neutron stars, draw fuel directly from their surface. After hundreds of thousands or millions of years, I could return to see how Earth is holding up. 

Or maybe I could teach everyone to separate independently and return to their bodies anytime they wish? And later remove that hidden mechanism that makes you forget everything and prevents escape from here. I wonder how far its range is? Maybe it would be possible to just fly away? But wars aim to stop this progress. Maybe this is one of the few paths. But what if the journey is long and takes tens of thousands of years, or more realistically – hundreds of thousands or even millions of years to the nearest hospitable system, and the mechanism's field of effect is larger than can be overcome in a human lifetime? Well, maybe it's best to start learning to dream now. 

I hope for only one thing—that upon descending here from the sky, I would no longer have to see people fighting again, killing each other over worthless things, like beautifully shaped shells or fossil silver just because it looks nice. That good people would no longer be hung on crosses, and their deaths would not be displayed everywhere, even in pendant forms, as a disgusting and incomprehensible demonstration of control. 

There are entire planets in space full of gold, diamonds—whatever the heart desires. Meanwhile, Earth is a huge, though in the eyes of space only dust-sized, spaceship. It travels along with our Solar System, moving at 2,160,000 km/h towards the Virgo cluster already. 

Gydūnas' Irony 

I used to think that all this could be forgiven and forgotten, as mere acts of aggression meant to break me and make me powerless. They took everything from me—my savings, my property, my health, and the life I knew. Lost time will never return, and I am not younger. 

However, physical damage, what has been broken, is permanent. Doctors said it is incurable, irreparable—this will be my life. Every day I live with deep, unending pain, no matter how hard I try to ignore it. Now I behave differently, I am always exhausted. But to others, it is invisible. They will only see an angry old man and won't understand what I am going through, and probably never will. The potential of my life is destroyed; my life has been taken from me. 

There is a bitter irony in this situation—a healer who himself suffers pain. Life is probably so funny. It reminds me of an old saying: the shoemaker's shoes are worn out. Even if I manage to heal all the surrounding wounds, ease the pain, and restore the damage caused by the initial injury, could I heal myself, solve such a difficult problem? My inner wisdom says it is possible. When I reflect on the situation, it seems that healing is achievable and energetically possible and perceptible. 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 flash through my mind—osteoclasts and osteoblasts. I just need to communicate properly with my body, understand it better. But then I remember that the work I am doing now, the problems I am solving, are more important than my own life, at least for the time being. Over the next few years, I cannot afford to be distracted. 

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

 

Oblivion Machine: The Mysterious Shield of Earth 

The Oblivion Machine—an ancient, mysterious device—has for centuries kept human souls imprisoned within this planet's boundaries. It acts as an invisible barrier, a kind of shield that prevents any soul from escaping, forcing countless lives to cycle endlessly in 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 dependencies, if this machine wanted to extend its range of influence, doubling it, it would require eight times more 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 over Earth. Perhaps on the Moon, with its cold, silent presence, or maybe on the Sun, which with its radiant energy could easily conceal the power needed for such a machine. 

However, 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've gathered in science, is just a tiny fraction of the universe's grandeur. There are forces and mechanisms we can hardly comprehend. 

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

Perhaps our true eyes are covered by glasses designed to divert us from true reality, even though truth and illusion are right before our eyes. Perhaps that is why in some places meditation and turning inward are actively prohibited.

At the same time, there is a constant reminder everywhere not to forget alcohol – the deadliest drug on the planet – and to consume it routinely in all cases: after work, during all holidays, and even without occasion. This way, we will never find time to turn inward or gather strength for that. If anyone speaks out that this is wrong, we will be very angry at them and try to shut the door on the truth.

If constant distraction and degradation are required while people are alive, it means this machine is not omnipotent, because otherwise such active control as is currently exercised would not be necessary. This means there is still a chance for all of us to recover and free ourselves.

 

The Price of Meditation and Life Choices

Meditation Reserves and Solitude

Life sometimes demands complete focus and dedication to meditation. I am prepared even for the toughest scenarios – I have accumulated a small “belly reserve” that should last a few months without food. I will manage water as best as I can, but the most important thing for me is a calm environment without distractions. If necessary, I could meditate even in the forest under a tree.

The Value of Meditation and Financial Challenges

Meditation and undisturbed concentration are invaluable treasures. Therefore, I cannot afford to spend on rent, services, or any assistance that costs money. All my financial resources must be dedicated only to the most essential needs – so I can continue this practice as long as possible.

Paper Supplies and Awareness

Some sarcastic thoughts revolve around paper supplies – if they run out, I still have a passport. If the situation becomes extremely critical, at least the passport will finally have some use – I could use it instead of toilet paper. After all the corruption scandals in the country, that would be a symbolic end. On the other hand, I believe karma should return not to the country's people but to the corruption that tries to pit me against society and make me feel hatred. Corrupt actors always hide behind innocent people.

 

Duty and Karma Balance

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

The Price and Invaluable Value of Meditation

I reflect on my meditation practice – a journey to which I devote all my dedication. Every year I regularly dedicate at least half to active meditation, delving into truths or healing myself and others. I share all acquired knowledge and practical results for free, seeking nothing in return.

However, 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 to five thousand euros per month. When I was healthy. I could live calmly 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 this for free, but I also pay for everything myself. Even more so, the world of people is completely uninteresting to me; I am invited to remain in other dimensions without contact with people or their dramas forever. I could withdraw just as people withdraw from an anthill or a beehive and engage in something else, with other animals.
Choosing to spend time meditating instead of working means losing about 10-12 thousand euros in income over three months. Even if I simply stopped working, activities, and meditated in my room, it would still cost – about one and a half thousand euros per month, including loans, food, and other expenses.

This way of life has been familiar to me for a very long time, but for others, it is almost impossible to follow such a path. Few would be willing or able to sacrifice so much money. Therefore, I go where others cannot, discovering knowledge and insights that most cannot even imagine. But what is the true value of this knowledge?

Most likely, I could have chosen an easier life – to work, live without these responsibilities. Maybe I have a high intellect, but sometimes I wonder if I'm foolish for choosing this path. But the truth is, I love what I do.

If I didn't offer my time and knowledge for free, how much would it be worth? The reality is that those who need my help the most usually have the least. Therefore, I must give for free – it is not only a choice but a necessity of the heart.

Abundance of Specialists and 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 myself have several such specialties. I can change activities so that work doesn't become boring, and if it still becomes dull, I could create businesses and work in them, traveling the world and enjoying variety, if I wanted to live a "normal" life.

However, the path I walk to be myself – who I truly am – is unique and guided by the spirit. It is a path that anyone could discover. There are other energy masters who have walked their unique paths since birth, but their strengths and ways of working differ from mine. We support each other, using each other's strengths and compensating for weaknesses, forming a unified whole.

This is a unique experience. To put it simply and modernly, imagine a labor market with only one employee in the whole world, and infinite demand – such work has no material price. I am glad that my heart is open and that I can share all this simply for free.

 

I still remember those times when standing by the eternal flame, shoulder to shoulder, we supported each other, cared, and strengthened. We were all strong, healthy, and happy. Different spirits together created a common future, and goddesses guarded the fire, preventing the sky from closing.

In this state of calm and warmth, you can do whatever your heart desires. Build rockets, design models, be an architect or engineer, think, communicate, join others, organize, or just observe and enjoy. Here you are safe and free to grow in all directions, undisturbed by any external distractions.

Today people seem broken, perhaps weakened by chemicals, publicly imposed drugs, or various diseases. They can no longer recover or understand what is happening around them. Turned against each other, they have become weak and easily manipulated. Possibly someone from distant lands practices the art of control, playing with lives that are worthless to them.

The energy background is so dense, the sky so overcast, that people's bodies breathe as if through energetic algae, and spirits can no longer approach them. If one begins to recover, another offers him a bottle of alcoholic drink for the child's birth or causes drama out of nothing, and everyone returns to what already resembles an eternal madhouse.

Humanity collapses by the hands of the people themselves. They are provoked to destroy each other's bodies and do incomprehensible things, but it leads nowhere. People need to be restored from within—with warmth and peace, so they begin to hear themselves again, instead of sinking deeper into the cycle of karma. Warmth begets warmth, and hatred only increases hatred.

 

The source of all evil operates through human hands, remaining unreachable to physical objects itself. It doesn't need its own body; it uses others' bodies, hiding where physical things are powerless.

Sometimes my uncle visits – an incredibly intelligent man, a former respected university director, holder of many official national honors, an engineer. He often talks about microprocessors and 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 up explanations of the concepts I heard online, filling gaps in my knowledge. He shows how to place additional weights on an aircraft wing, several times exceeding the planned load, until the wing breaks. He collects data and continues working.

He was already gone, his body perished along with many other wonderful people, before everything began.

I open new research areas for him – no longer outside, but inside. I show many completed studies and practical results, proving that I test all concepts to their breaking point. These concepts are already proven. He may not understand how it works, but he sees the result and supports me. Everything works, work can continue.

 

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 care for my body but also to find time for a smile, mindfulness for myself and others. Her presence is like a gentle breeze that caresses my thoughts, urging me to pause, relax, and enjoy the moment. She encourages me not to forget the simple pleasures of life, such as delicious food, and to care for myself as I care for others. When this gentle spirit is near, I feel enveloped in warmth and care, as if she protects me from excessive exhaustion and reminds me that my well-being is as important as the tasks I strive to accomplish.

However, lately, every day I feel more and more spirits coming to me with their stories full of injustice and pain. They seek comfort, 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 lost justice. These spirits open their lives and hearts, sharing the deepest insights and understanding about the world in which they existed. They, like travelers in shadows, seek ways to correct 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 tasks as soon as possible. I feel called to go where I truly belong – to begin restoring the world itself, healing its wounds, and restoring lost harmony. I know this requires separating from everything that surrounds me now, from current tasks and commitments, because this path leads to a place where no one understands, yet there lies my true mission. Where no one understands, there lies the deepest meaning and the goal of my path.

Maybe I should try to communicate with the pain machine itself, the angry spirit. Perhaps there lies once a loving spirit that was betrayed and now simply returns to the world the feelings it once experienced.

Meanwhile, I want to leave something valuable to people.

Perhaps my words will provide someone with insights that help them become stronger, healthier, or simply calmer inside. Maybe there will be people who, inspired by these thoughts, will start caring more about themselves and those around them. Perhaps they will begin sharing their kindness like a pebble that can be passed on to another, or inspire others to clean 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, a greater community and understanding will grow, that each of our actions can matter to everyone with whom we share this world.

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

 Endless Work and Urgent Matters

Unfortunately, I do not have time to properly finish these texts or correct mistakes. There are more important matters, especially now when I am urgently called to work due to events whose scale I do not yet comprehend.

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

 

A brief glance into the future:

After several years of persistent efforts, it finally turned out that I was right. Although I still do not understand the full meaning of it, I know that I paid attention to something much greater than myself. Quietly and calmly, we achieved what until recently seemed impossible or even incomprehensible, but now has become everyday life.

I feel like a tool for the manifestation of mass karma energy – perhaps of those who are no longer here, or those who could not defend themselves. It seems they made me go through everything that other people experience so that I would understand: if my world is like paradise, other worlds can be completely different. I also realized my own importance: as if a stuck energetic block had been cleared, all forces returned to their places, and peace prevailed around.

Now I can return to my world and restore myself – to become again who I have always been, myself. It may be that in the coming years I will help others as a healing or restoring tool.

Having seen what other people's worlds can be like, I appreciate and cherish the peace I have experienced and the love surrounding me even more. What seems normal to me may be unimaginable or unattainable to another. Therefore, I will try even harder to share what brings me joy and to value what I have now. After all, a small effort from me to help can become a decisive change for another person. So let's help each other – after all, anything can happen in life.

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