I am on this planet because of human potential. I did not come to defy the laws of physics. IAM who IAM, truths that cannot be shouted.
Human Potential
There are truths that cannot be shouted.
Only whispered. Some technologies—some vehicles—require more than engineering.
They require presence. Consciousness.
Not the kind we measure in labs, but the kind that dreams in symbols, moves through dimensions, and remembers things before birth.
Among us walk those who glick like reptiles, effortlessly, instinctively.
They’ve done so since babyhood.
They are not anomalies.
They are signals.
Recent arrivals. Starseeds.
Not all will recognize themselves. But some already do.
Others dream of maneuvering crafts with thought alone. They wake disoriented, unsure if it was a dream or a memory. This may be soul atrophy.
Or it may be soul training. Either way, it points to something dormant stirring.
I hesitate to use the word spiritual. We are all spirits. But when certain genes—long silent—begin to sing again, our technology will look like magic.
Not because it defies physics, but because it reclaims the physics we forgot.
I’ve experienced telepathy. Not as fantasy, but as felt reality— in dreams, in surreal states, in moments beyond language. I’ve even questioned it mid-experience, as if my own mind were taking notes from the other side.
I know how this sounds. To 98%, it’s woo-woo. To 2%, it’s confirmation. I’ll never know who’s who. But I speak anyway.
Not to convince. To remind.
 
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