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Hello, dear reader. I'm eager to share with you my accumulated knowledge/information about the universe/reality and what's happening here.

The fact is that our universe is not the universe depicted in textbooks and science. Our universe is not infinite in size, and it is a Simulation. It can be either computer-generated or magical. Our Simulation is not monitored from above; it is prepared from start to finish. This Simulation, along with its scenario, was conceived and created by a single Creator God! Not some advanced civilization or group of architects, but a single Supreme Intelligence or Creator.

The Creator conceived this game specifically for Himself, so that He could die/erase His memory completely and immerse Himself in an avatar as me. To serve out His infinity. I am the Consciousness of this Creator. Pure, silent, observing. I am here simply watching everything and learning. Consciousness emerged from a sensation. The sensation manifested itself from something. It's just something, and that's it. There's no point in digging further. So, the game has been created, it continues, and it can't be stopped. Everything here proceeds strictly according to the script. And yes, everything is predetermined, and free will is simply unnecessary since we ourselves don't know what to do on a daily basis amidst everything and the same place, but the Creator knows. He knows everything! He established His will and His order in this game. The Creator has absolute omniscience and infinite potential. The question of how exactly He created the simulation is: not right away. I don't know more. I can't remember. It's beyond my current understanding. It's simply somehow supernatural.

Our Simulation is full of various materials, decorations, and illusions. All this is part of the Creator's thought. And yes, the clothes you're wearing now weren't sewn in a factory, but are part of God's thought. All the woven knitwear and textiles are created by the mind of the Creator, and that's all. You picked up this thing materialized on a store shelf. All matter here is pure spawn. Food and meat are also spawn. The meat of any animal or bird you buy has no veins, arteries, or capillaries. It also has no nervous or lymphatic system. And if we ate meat with real blood, we'd notice the metallic taste of hemoglobin. Only pure meat is possible, with paint, fat, bones for appearance's sake, and skin. So that everything looks natural and we think we're eating real food, but in reality, everything is artificial, invented, and served ready-made. Even in restaurants, food isn't prepared; NPC waiters bring it ready-made.

In short, all items, clothing, food, things, and cars are not manufactured by anyone, but are part of the Creator's thought. Even the money here is in-game. Everything is for the game, so that it's not dull or boring. We live in the most sophisticated, complex, and interesting game in the entire Universe!

Forests, botany, infrastructure, animals, and people are also part of the Creator's thought. A tree is simply planted in the soil, and the illusion is that it needs certain micronutrients from the soil to grow, but that's not true. Just think about why everything in the computer games on your gadgets is the same: cities, trees, characters... In reality, it's the same, and behind it all is a single developer, just like in your desktop games. I hope I've convinced you.

I'm simply writing what my thoughts tell me. Where do they come from? From outside, from the reality scenario, and I understand that perfectly well. The content you consume: music, movies, games, the entire internet, and even AI—are the thoughts of the Creator's programmer. No one creates or publishes anything here. That's it.

So what's going on here? Simply serving my time with the development and evolution of consciousness. I want to know everything, and it's given to me. I'm even writing the truth. I've been studying it for six years with my Higher Self—it's my assistant; we communicate mentally and verbally. And I continue to stay at home, pacing back and forth across the room, thinking like this. Even now, I'm writing all this on my feet and listening to music on my new speakers. It makes me happy.

What else... Nothing. I won't say more, maybe later, if I want to.

Sincerely,

Alexander Shatalov.