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\](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 photos 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. submitted by /u/iamknowone1wun [link] [comments]