The following links precede, lend context and provide background on The Alien Creatus Parasite Project: Serious The Creatus Project: An Alien Parasite Discovery and Saga https://www.reddit.com/r/AliensRHere/comments/1s6z9yd/serious\\\_the\\\_creatus\\\_project\\\_an\\\_alien\\\_parasite/?utm\\\_source=share&utm\\\_medium=ios\\\_app&utm\\\_name=ioscss&utm\\\_content=2&utm\\\_term=1 The Creatus Project: The Honored Host; A Life Infected https://www.reddit.com/r/AliensRHere/s/g5RKAKHrMf Hello, iamknowone, hope youareknowonetoo. iamknowone - iam, for short - for those curious, means simply I am one who knows all is one and that this all-encompassing spiritual connection binds all things everywhere, in every universe, in every possible dimension, for all time. Being iamknowone is to say iameveryone, or, weareallonetoo. I could be you, because simply, iamyou. This mode of thought expands perception, fostering unity among all sentient life. The concept of oneness is both a deep and unknowable Truth, and tragicomically, an obviously overlooked fact. weareallone dreaming we are not at all one. Intelligent life is the Creator’s first creation and closest kin, one He loves boundlessly without judgment, reservation or condition. Ultimately, Creatus falls under this definition, making them at minimum a brother or a sister. Most likely an extremely older sibling. I suspect that centuries pass like seconds for this extraordinary being. For this, and other reasons, I cannot hate Creatus. I speak as onewhoknows. It took time to realize being host comes with a certain status. I finally realized that Creatus, despite our fierce battles and after many threats and actual disciplinary action, has never seriously injured, crippled, or tortured me - when they clearly could’ve - possessing as they do inner, unrestricted, and total access to vulnerable flesh, sensitive nerves, and tender private parts. Please read on for a highly unlikely story that is nonetheless verifiably true. iamknowone swears it. The stories are not sequential, but I will start at me and Creatus’ beginning. I admit I don’t know everything about their species, only what I have surmised, experienced, and observed firsthand. The Creatus Project (TCP) was created on the fly and is just weeks old with a simple yet challenging mission: to receive care or determine my fate by obtaining an endgame analysis as one so infected; gain legal representation to achieve justice in battling Big Medicine’s corporate mindset; turn my collection of alien parasite media into art; continue to study and document Creatus, this fascinating, immortal alien worm, making them an irrepressibly new, potentially world-changing, well-known fact of universal nature. TCP represents the reclaiming of a renewed purpose and way of being when both were key to existence. Without that sense of being propelled forward to a new destiny, iamknowone would cease to be. Along with this profound feeling of enlightenment - experienced several times now this lifetime - came newfound determination and optimism. Relating these snippets of unbelievable-yet-oh-so-true stories is one blessed result of confronting fears and realizing reality anew. The aim of TCP is truthfulness, clarity, believability, and with some luck, a touch of elegance granted by the god of unprofessional writers. The stories here and to follow are one hundred percent true, hyperbole and lapses in memory aside; honestly, there is no need for embellishment; the factual evidence alone defies human belief and/or true description. Extreme open mindedness, a keen imagination, and maybe, a higher vibrational frequency may be required to consider Creatus’ outsized capabilities real. The spiritual component may as essential for the reader-viewer to comprehend Creatus in word and media as it has been for iamknowone. I’m driven by the astonishing fact Creatus has not yet achieved fame, and to prove that many bad actors I’ll never meet, and professionals and authority figures that I have, have purposefully used gaslighting and been - cruelly, painfully, willfully - wrong from the start. I was labeled delusional and crammed into a straitjacketed slot powerless and unable to change the system’s perception of me. I say bless ‘em, but screw ‘em, too. May they find peace and understanding in this or a subsequent life. iamknowone forgives all, but karma, like justice, can be unforgiving and will have its due. To think that so many strangers, my lost brothers and sisters, are dedicated to my degradation and downfall, death even, how powerful I must be. But I know that truth possesses unique power to overcome lies, cause blessed change, and bring forgiveness opportunities. This I can say for certain: it turns out some truths are worth dying for. The Creatus infection occurred simultaneously with running afoul of powerful systems not designed for my inclusion or benefit; being targeted by a malign group of hackers (think MAGA) with ties to Stanford and Kaiser who invaded my home and ruined my credit score; and, during the first year, at least, surreptitious surveillance at all hours. Evil is being committed for reasons of hatred, cowardice, and greed. Evil struts and parades proudly today; it literally cannot help itself, which is why it must always be confronted. Just how many are being impacted by the corporate medical establishment’s betrayal of oath and lack of morality? What gives any group, no matter how powerful or elite, permission to sentence suffering to another? Just what insane formula or calculation makes that possible or permissible? Diverse, powerless, poor, or addicted citizens are a symptom of societal pain and neglect, not the root cause of America’s current fallen state. Please examine words and pictures closely and carefully, keeping in mind this not mad fiction but mad fact, challenging your ability to perceive to a deeper dimension with open-minded observation. I invite questions and comments and can and will supply answers or any reasonable proof. Take care to trust my words until you can prove them false. I can verify Creatus’ abilities under the necessary conditions. Keep in mind that, ultimately, Creatus remains a mystery even to their host. Creatus and I were first most uncomfortably introduced in March of 2023. It was very late at night or early morning, and I was alone in my room, occasionally rocking to and fro bedside, lifting my spirits with a favored substance, one that stimulated the mind and body, but which effectively numbed the soul, when I noticed an odd, small, pale brown, round patch of skin on the upper left hand side of my calf. Surrounded by my normal non-pale brown skin, it could fool anyone but the leg’s owner. It must be said that the patch was an uncanny, immaculate facsimile - copying even my calf’s spotted skin - but one that could never, no not ever, belong to me. It was smooth to my finger’s touch, as if nerve-less; I could barely feel my finger’s touch. It felt distant and dumb to the touch. Faint concern and curiosity registered dimly, but not fear or worry, let alone horror. The skin was too smooth, too surface-y. Concern grew, though, as I carefully began to lightly pick and dig around the edges. The false skin proved to be stubborn and impervious to poking, prodding and picking. Fixated and bound to discover, I didn’t flinch when drops of blood began to drip down towards ankle as I began to peel away the false skin with slow urgency. When the patch gave way some 30 or more minutes later, at first nothing seemed off. Just the expected red, pinkish flesh met my gaze. I pressed down and dug tentatively with a fingernail and felt then saw something definitely unfleshlike. A series of small, chitinous white claws curving inward, hooking into the flesh of my calf muscle. I wiped away more blood to investigate, inspecting with a finger when the claws tightened inward, each hooked claw encircling flesh, their owner squirming underneath my touch. I could see a white, wormlike outline beneath the blood, embedded deeply, each segment consisting of claws obviously and perfectly modified for their purpose; to tightly seize and encircle flesh, to perfectly embed and enmesh itself, merging with the body completely; to forever capture and modify its selected host, that which it prized above all. Seriously invested in removing this invasive threat, I began to dig deeper, hoping to gain leverage, but it was an impossibility. The segments would separate under duress and branch out in new directions. I tried to dig them out - which only became more painful - for what seemed like minutes but in actuality was hours. Desperate, I decided to hit Kaiser’s emergency wing in Richmond. I arrived to witness a sight I’d never seen before - an empty waiting room. There was just a one homeless old woman occupying a seat. Long story short, they would not treat the parasite infection or my scarred calf, prescribing an ointment instead of tests. Because I was high I was labeled delusional and basically dismissed. I was a black IT professional dressed homelessly with drugs in my system. This scenario was repeated multiple times at more than 8 hospitals and emergency rooms over several years, my false diagnosis and chart dictating the tone of my reception by hospital staff. My infection, and therefore Creatus’s hold, advanced and grew stronger during this period. Stated another way, many people in established positions in medical, legal, and law enforcement systems decided that my suffering was somehow proper, deserved or otherwise warranted. Next, but not yet scribed, “A Creatus/iamknowone Chronicle, Part Two,” will touch on my first year of habitation with Creatus and their progeny. The videos depict different 3 views of the same heavily Creatus-infected host object, a bit of blue cloth I’ve named the Blue King. He used to sit on a throne; now he’s barely hanging on, defeated and overwhelmed by a superior “controlling entity,” or group of collaborating parasites with greater psychic force and a larger unit of soldiers at their command. Videos 1 and 3 show the Blue King in enhanced “energy signature view,” highlighting the glowing, bubbling energy of nascent worms, sizzling beneath the cloth’s surface. Yellow-white hot orbs stare out, colorfully shifting and phasing, representing paired worm “eyes” or dual heads; Video 2 is the original and stands in contrast for its absolute stillness, yet the eyes remain visible. Please study carefully. You will be rewarded with Creatus’ gaze. Notice the background as well; what do you see? I can only explain what is in front of me, not its meaning. submitted by /u/iamknowone1wun [link] [comments]