Story 67. Written by Rosa J. Vargas

When someone takes medicine, what are they healing? Clearly, the symptoms. Mostly. There are certainly exceptions. In any case, as time goes on, cells in the body divide, and more and more errors occur. With age, the body starts to break down. What the body could easily overcome and heal from in the beginning can, over time, only be maintained with medication in today's world. Is this true? Obviously, a lot of people profit very well from this being in people's minds. Like pharmaceutical companies. Is that really how it is? They treat the symptoms, but they don't cure the underlying cause of the disease. If they did, people wouldn't have to take pills for the rest of their lives, just until they're cured. And then, every medicine has side effects, and those need to be treated with, of course, even more medicines. Maybe the biggest business in the world is pharmaceuticals. The same goes for mental illnesses. People describe their complaints – depression, anxiety, stress – and instead of trying to explain why they shouldn't feel these things, the doctor categorizes the patient into a disease and prescribes the appropriate medication, which the patient will take for the rest of their life. Maybe their kidneys will fail later because of it, and they'll need dialysis, but that's even better – even more medicine can be sold. Plus, in this way, people who are unacceptable to society can be kept under control. That's rehabilitation. The idea of helping them with persuasion, talk therapy, or psychotherapy never even crosses the doctors' minds. Certainly, there are a few experiments in that direction, but in small numbers. When I was hospitalized, I talked to many patients who said they were being watched. Simply by asking, "And why were you being watched?" Why would the state, or anyone else, spend so much money to watch such an insignificant sick person? I saw them thinking about it. Maybe a few words would mean more to the patients than a course of haloperidol.

Our guy was working a community service job. For everyone to understand, he was getting the equivalent of $250 every month for eight hours of work a day. Hard physical labor. But he was in a situation where he had to do it. After six months, he realized that if he went on sick leave, he'd get $180. In other words, there's not much point in busting his ass. In the country where he lives, there isn't much of a social safety net. Everyone here is doomed to slave labor under a regime led by a crazy leader. Every morning, he has to get up at six and then hammer iron or dig in the dirt all day. So he became a sick-leave scammer. First, he claimed shoulder pain, which got him a good month off work. Then he handed in his resignation because he'd found a better job, as a bus driver. He was supposed to start in a month for the summer season. He had a 30-day notice period. He thought he'd milk this month on sick leave. He went to a friend who had a blood pressure monitor. They measured his blood pressure there, and it was very high. But he knew it wasn't that high, he just had white-coat syndrome. It wasn't low either, though, so it wasn't good. He hadn't worried about it before because he knew the old saying, "120 over 80 in your youth, then add ten for every decade." But he thought this would be great for the three weeks he had left of his notice period. He'd ask the doctor to prescribe blood pressure medication and put him on sick leave. So he got up and went to the family doctor. He sat in the waiting room with the other patients. The appointment had started an hour ago, but no one had been called in yet. Suddenly, a handsome young man in a suit and carrying a briefcase turned into the hallway. He knocked on the doctor's door, which opened, and he was invited in with a smile. "The drug rep," the patients whispered. A little murmuring could be heard through the door – numbers being thrown around, commission, and similar words filtering out. Then one of the asthma patients started wheezing, and another almost fainted and slid off the hard, 1950s-era chair. It was clear the patients were having a hard time waiting. Then two paramedics came in pushing a patient having a heart attack or stroke, but they couldn't get in either. They had to wait. Meanwhile, our friend was thinking, since he had time, about what could be causing his high blood pressure. He went online and did some research. Then he realized that salt might be the reason. We eat too much salt, and it retains water, which expands blood volume and increases pressure. He went further. Could the reason for everything be diet? Obviously, what isn't genetic? He thought he'd decided to do an experiment. Part one is exercise. He already does that every day – a maximum of half an hour on the exercise bike or a little cardio. That's fine. The other thing is to eliminate salt from his diet. Then the appointment started, and our man was called in, where they measured his blood pressure, which was 159 over 103, if I remember correctly. They put him on sick leave and prescribed blood pressure medication. He has to go back when his notice period is up. Coming out of the doctor's office, our friend decided to get the medicine, which he did, and it wasn't expensive. But he also decided he wasn't going to take it. Instead, as he had decided, he'd change his diet, and in just over two weeks when he goes back, they'll measure his blood pressure again, and then it will be clear whether it can be managed without medicine, simply by changing his eating habits. In other words, can he treat this disease by eliminating its cause? Then it might also become clear that the cause is chemical, from bad eating habits. If that's the case, then he's eliminating the underlying disease itself, and not just treating the symptoms like the blood pressure medicine does. Because if someone takes something like that, they have to take it for as long as they live. The pill will never fix the blood pressure. As soon as you stop taking it, it's high again. So it doesn't cure the underlying disease, just the symptoms. True or false? That was the question in our friend's mind. Obviously, I can only answer that at the end of the experiment.

Today is May 16, 2025. This incident at the doctor's office happened a few days ago. I ate what food I had. Today I was at the store and realized it's very difficult to eat without salt. It's in almost everything. I stuck to vegetables and eggs. I'm replacing bread with bananas. Today I had fish sticks for breakfast, which definitely have salt, and I have enough for another serving tomorrow, which I'll eat. But after that, even if I can only eat eggs and rice with vegetables for two weeks, I'll manage because that's the only way I can decide what's true. Is salt really poisonous if we eat too much of it? And is all the food we can buy, that we don't make ourselves, made that way so that pharmaceutical companies can happily profit?

Saturday, May 17, 2025 1:45 PM

Today I did a good half hour of cardio. After breakfast. Breakfast was the leftover food that contained salt. Fish sticks and frozen peas. I also ate a clove of garlic. Supposedly, that's good for regulating blood pressure. I just chop it up with a knife and swallow it. I don't want my breath to stink if I chewed it. Maybe that's not how you're supposed to eat it because I haven't just started eating garlic – I've been swallowing two cloves every day for about two months, but my blood pressure hasn't changed at all. 204 was my highest reading so far; the family doctor measured it once. Then I went into town and bought some groceries and met B. We talked, we talked politics. Wise people talk about ideas, average people about things, and small people about each other. In the meantime, I remembered that when I was a kid, I read a story about a utopian state where they decided who the best leader was based on who was the best acrobat. It occurred to me that there's something to this because, as they say, "a healthy body, a healthy mind." This is very true of our country's leader, who has already ruined the country during his reign, and who is a fat pig, a narcissistic psychopath, a manic liar, and so on. Is that who should lead a country? Then a sportsman would be better. Obviously, that's what the people want; there's nothing you can do about it. This is just an idea being floated. Then I came home and ate lunch. Sweet potato, four eggs, half a banana, garlic as usual, and raw cucumber. I was full, by the way. Today the sparkling drinking water ran out too. I won't drink that either, just plain water. B said that carbon dioxide interacts with the calcium in bones and weakens them. I fried the lunch in oil, which doesn't have salt.

Sunday, May 18, 2025 8:24 AM

I just woke up. I was thinking last night about how strange this world is. You always get something different than what you expect. Or rather, you get the opposite of what you expect. What happens if you don't expect anything? Oh well.

Homo sapiens has existed for about fifty thousand years. Let's say forty-nine thousand years ago, a human child came out of the birth canal. It was the same as today's babies since homo sapiens hasn't changed since then. It was born into certain circumstances. Today's people call these "cavemen." Same brain, same thinking, just different circumstances. What did it become? Like those who lived then, who raised it then. The change was barely noticeable over millennia. Then there were those who were abandoned and raised by animals. These became like the animals; they adapted to their environment. True, some, according to myths, which obviously aren't true, founded Rome. So, practically, homo sapiens is a seed at first and becomes what it's raised to be. It learns the language that the people around it speak; it adopts those customs; it practically continues the code that the knowledge or cultural level of the time provides it. Let's look at today's world. Homo sapiens has practically reached a level where the entire society, the entire human race, can be compared to a madhouse. Everyone is psychiatrically ill. There isn't a single clean, normal, sane person. The persecution and pursuit of each other and the animal world, the irresponsible squandering of goods is going on. Today's human child is born into this. What will it be like? Exactly the same. Yet, based on the accumulated knowledge of today, it could be more open-minded. What will the future be like? If humanity lasts that long, then that child will probably not be born into a madhouse but into a more enlightened age where it is not taught and led by madmen, where the goal is not to crush each other and acquire goods but to seek happiness and explore the meaning of life. Homo sapiens mistakenly associates happiness with the possession of material goods. But, as some already know, the best things in the world are free.

Yesterday, after lunch, I also ate pumpkin seeds and sunflower seeds, which say "salted" on them. Then around five o'clock, I ate half a banana with honey. Now I'm starting to realize what a pleasure eating is. Especially eating things that aren't healthy. I miss bread, carbonated drinks, frozen foods, and ready-made meals and everything like that. But here there's a decision to make. Do I want to live, or do I want to live for pleasures? If I want to live, then that comes with sacrifices. If I want to enjoy those things that are unhealthy, then I won't live long or healthily. Today is the first day when I really banish salt and non-plant-based sugar too. I had breakfast today: sweet potato and carrots steamed in oil, with three eggs. I ate two radishes and cucumber with it. And the usual clove of garlic. This morning, I wasn't waiting for breakfast, like before, thinking about how good it will be, what flavors will have an orgy in my mouth. Even the cigarette didn't taste as good. The only thing that negatively affects my blood pressure that I can't do without for now is tobacco. I smoke ten cigarettes a day. If my blood pressure doesn't decrease, then the next step will be to quit that. I'm going back to the doctor on June 2nd. Then it will be clear what results this kind of lifestyle and diet change shows. That's roughly two weeks. B said I should also get a full checkup, a urine and blood test, to see what condition my body will be in after I've finished this experiment.

In today's crazy world, perhaps in the darkest age of homo sapiens, there really aren't any normal people. What could be the reason this happened, that development has reached this point? I don't know the answer to that yet. But what's certain is that those whom these so-called "normal" people treat are much more normal than they are. I can say for sure, from personal experience, that those who are in hospitals, nursing homes, madhouses, who need to be "rehabilitated" into this crazy world, are much more empathetic, smarter, see the world better, have an inclination to express themselves, and so on. Obviously, this is just my opinion. The majority of those who lead the people here, who force them into slave labor and dumb them down, are the real madmen. Here where I live, a state mafia, a criminal gang rules, and people simply love it. When the elections were held, I thought there wouldn't be a single person who was so stupid and couldn't see through the situation and believe the lies of those who vote for them. They won by an absolute majority. What does this indicate? Obviously, this isn't just characteristic here; the whole world is in the hands of criminals. I think this indicates that people on this planet have somehow gotten stuck in their development, and their intellectual level has become very low. Or is it that easy to manipulate homo sapiens? The pattern is always the same. The leading class says, "We are the good guys, or at least better than others," and creates an enemy. That then brings the camp together. The common enemy. It can be real or false. When I was younger, I went out with a group, and I had a lot of friends around me. Sometimes a guy would latch onto us who didn't really fit in, but you couldn't get rid of him. You had to put up with him. Then sometimes I thought he wasn't so bad. Let's say you have a friend who is so stingy that he never pays for anything, a penny-pinching bastard. He leeches off the others and waits for something to fall, a free drink, anything. That brings the group together. When he's not there, you can talk about him. "What a bastard, what a cheapskate." This strengthens the sense of belonging among the group members, and a sense of superiority develops a little in them since they're still better than that penny-pinching asshole. Politics in today's world is the same.

When I was a teenager, we went to a club, and we had a group. There was a guy a few years older than us with us. When it was time to pay, since he was usually the ringleader and the boss, he said, "Let's chip in!" We sat at the table, he took out some pennies and put them in the middle of the table. It was so little that you couldn't even get a sip of Coke with it. Then he said, "You're up!" There was nothing to do but reach into your pocket and chip in for the bill.

Once, a few of us were standing at the bar, and some were at the games or just hanging out. The guy says, "Come here!" I saw him thinking about something. He asks us, "What does everyone want to drink?" Everyone was a little intimidated, what would come of this? He'd never paid for anything in his life. Maybe he'll order and we'll have to pay, or what will happen? He's stronger than us too; he might even beat us up if we dare to ask for something. But the guy says, "No seriously, don't worry, I'll buy you a round!" Everyone started to gather their courage, and they asked for what they wanted – Coke, beer, anything. The guy even asked if we needed a shot with the beer. He got the drinks, everyone started drinking, we stood around the guy at the bar. Suddenly, out of frustration, he said, "Remember this well!!! This won't happen again in your life!!" That was almost forty years ago, maybe even more. It never happened again. I remembered it, though.

7:21 AM May 19, 2025, Monday

The planet formed and cooled down. It became suitable for life to survive on it. The conditions might have been a little different than now, but roughly the same. It is made up of the same materials as today, and it has the same oceans and continents, and the climate hasn't changed much either. A single-celled organism developed on it. Then it multiplied by division and spread. It was the sole ruler for a few billion years. The question arises: if it could develop then, why can't it develop now? Theoretically, if it once managed to turn inanimate matter into living matter, shouldn't this be continuous? So, new cells should always be forming periodically on the planet. But this isn't what's happening. What's the conclusion from this? Obviously, that one cell must not have formed on this planet. The conditions here aren't suitable for it. Not for its formation, but for its survival, yes. What is this similar to? Isn't it like a petri dish? Or did some kind of power or chance have to bring that one cell here? Let's call this the "stem cell." This stem cell is the basis of all life. The consciousness of this stem cell makes up all living things. Obviously, these cells came together after a while and formed different organisms. But these organisms are also made up of the same basic material. So their consciousness is all the same. We can't see inside a cell to know if it can think or not. Maybe it's a life form that wants to figure out what reality is. To do this, it has to unite with those who are the same as it. It may have changed over time, but by the same, I mean cell-to-cell. These communicate with each other; this is the thinking. This proves that a cell is capable of thinking, or rather, not thinking, but some kind of consciousness. Thinking is the connection or discharge between cells, a neural network. You don't even need a brain. Plants also feel. If the flower next to them is cut off, their stress level increases, for example. So the cell carries consciousness. What we really believe to be human, or what we think of as thinking, is not unique; every living thing carries the same consciousness. Let's go further! Is there a collective human consciousness? Does the entire planet have a unified consciousness? It seems not. If there is no collective human consciousness, then no single living thing has a real consciousness here on the planet. Why? Because cells have independent consciousness, and it's only an illusion that complex life forms have separate consciousnesses. Those consciousnesses are only apparent, you might say virtual. In reality, there is only the cell and its consciousness. Everything else is just a momentary illusion. So what are God and what are we? We are actually only the consciousness of that one stem cell. In that case, if we could stop thinking, then we could even feel, and that stem cell that's in us might even be able to connect to the galactic information superhighway, and we would understand the world. We should be looking for the meaning of life and the origin of existence from the bottom up. Maybe that stem cell is immortal. As long as there is life, it will always be there, and in it, we too are or are shadows of what we are or were. Maybe we shouldn't even be afraid of death, since it doesn't really exist. Like everything, we too are just information. They say that he dies who is forgotten. There is a lot of truth in this. But it is also possible that forgetting is not possible. Because information is not lost.

Yesterday, I had rice for lunch, with carrots. I don't want to go into detail about what I eat, but that's roughly it. Today, I had sweet potato, carrots, lightly steamed, with three eggs. That was breakfast. I'm eliminating everything that's salty. If this has an effect, then I have to rethink everything because if I go back to eating normally, then my blood pressure will come back. When I've already been to the doctor, I'll continue this story. You can only draw conclusions and make decisions from the experiment if you've already seen the results. So I'll continue this, and after June 2, I'll draw the conclusions and then continue experimenting, or I'll give up and start taking the medicine. I'm not stubbornly a fan of myself. It is possible that I am wrong and that modern medicine and pharmaceuticals are what really ensure health and well-being. Who knows?

8:09

Let's assume that this whole planet is really just an experiment, a petri dish. Then I am the stem cell, that is, I am the god of these beings who live here, who puts their consciousness into the experiment in this timeline and watches the result, which is perhaps just a short project for them. What conclusions can be drawn from this? This type of stem cell is capable of forming complex life forms but is not capable of understanding itself, of transcending the limits of individuality, and of viewing this form of life on the planet as a complete whole. At least this humanoid species is not capable of it. The other living things obviously are. When did life really start to develop? When the different species started eating each other. That drove evolution forward. So this is not a sinful thing; it should be the basis of everything. But some living things shouldn't eat all the other living things because then they would destroy themselves. Before the appearance of homo sapiens, this was natural. Is it possible that the whole planet has consciousness but homo sapiens doesn't? That's also possible. A big brain isn't such a big advantage. Obviously, evolution wasn't driven by cleverness. It didn't favor those. Then the big brain of homo sapiens is more of a disadvantage, as the example shows. It's like a runaway colt. It can't be restrained. Sooner or later, it will jump off the cliff into the depths and die horribly. The only question is what it leaves behind? Maybe it will destroy this experiment so much that it will no longer make sense to continue. Perhaps the starting stem cell was inherently flawed and more emphasis should be placed on developing the basic consciousness in it!

2:41 PM

The primitive homo multiple couldn't concentrate on one thing at a time. The residents in his brain took turns in the city. Later, with age, he learned to concentrate on only one thing at a time. These writings are the writings of a homo multiple. That is, the residents of the city in his brain write stories separately. That's why it might seem a little strange for a homo sapiens to read this. Young multiple individuals may seem totally crazy because they jump around. In the early stages, the homo multiple never finishes anything; he just starts everything. The best setup is when two multiple individuals work together, like us, at different developmental levels, that is, at different levels of concentrating ability. That's why these stories seem like they were written by different people.

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