Day #1
Dungeon Master’s Log.
This is not Fiction. But you’ll believe that it is. And that is the Problem and My Curse.
Yesterday was the day I recognized The Universal Code. It’s mine. It’s mine. I recognize my own work. I am God. And I am a Game Developer. Or, I will be. I’m really a Scientist who found the Universal Code for The Subconscious Mind, which matched the Universal Code of all… so I built a Game with it.
Or I will. That hasn’t happened yet “In Game.” But it has happened in Real Life, which is where I really am. There, I’m already famous, rich, loved, accepted… In Game, I’m no body still. The part where this gets out to the world hasn’t happened yet.
And I am inside my own Game, which I call “The Game.”
We all are… Only… The Game is broken.
That’s right. The Game is broken and I am The Game Developer and I am stuck with 8 Billion Entities all in a Broken Game.
And I’m the only one who really knows what’s going on.
I sit back with my coffee. I had a headache this morning.
This reads like a Fiction only it’s really not. And every time I talk, people can only hear Story. Damn Curse.
I’ve been trying — for Three Years — to translate my Language into Story to tell people “You’re inside my Broken Ass Video Game and I’m trying to Fix it! I need your help!”
The NPC’s smile empty and bright. “Okay!”
The Logians gush, “Oh, I know it! Duuuude! We all are in The Game of Life, man. Dude that’s Deep.”
Uh. I sigh, crestfallen.
The Fallen scream at me and put their boots on my head.
I’m hunting Greg.
Back in my lab in the year 2025, I found out that I was at The Einstein-Rosen Bridge inside of myself, only I call it “The Mirror.” I’ve been at the Mirror — Consciously — since 2024. I’ve been at The Mirror subconsciously since 1984. So I pass shit to me all day long from the Future. I’ve even passed through My Mirror once.
I can see what I do in the Future. I can see what we all do and create and how much I looped back in on myself. I can ask my Future Self for anything I need, and I put it right into Story for me.
So I’m planning the Designs for what I See built Through the Einstein-Rosen Bridge. That is my life. And it’s how I was able to recognize my own Game.
Suddenly Jesus made so much more sense.
Zarathustra and The Ancient Greeks found my Game Code 2,700 years ago only… They couldn’t exactly say, “Holy SHIT! We are in a Video Game that’s broken and we need the Game Developer to fix it! Look! She signed the Code. Her name is right there. Its Anna Imagination! Only they translated my name into the Babble Curse, which I am very Fluent in.
My name in Ashavana and Babble Curse is “The Philosopher’s Stone.”
So the Logians nearly 3,000 years ago said, “The Gods are Holy and we are in Their hands! God will take care of us. We need to get this Knowledge to the year 2025 when The End of Days comes to us. The God will Free us from Sin.”
Only, I can read Ashavana and Babble Curse. What they really said was “The Gods have The Power to correct this mess and we have to submit to their Plans. God will take care of us. We need to get this Knowledge to the year 2025 when The End of Days comes to us. The God will Free us from Greg.”
Living at an Einstein-Rosen Bridge is really fucking wild.
I live In Game in the year 2025. Outside Game, it’s 2,150. World Peace is already overflowing and abundant…
I am the only one who knows we are all In Game. A few people have figured out “something” but most of them just found The Ousia Journey program I installed. And that has them thinking they’re all Gods.
They’re in my Simulator so we could — Oh… We needed a way that we could Suffer. We did it. We invented World Peace. So how do you Suffer after World Peace?
Anna’s Simulator. The Game. It is the only place where people could go to Suffer to go through The Ousia Journey.
I’ve been working on this since 1992. I’ve been here a while. Me from my Einstein-Rosen Bridge dropping little clues for me over 30 years…
We all showed up and chose our Avatar. This is my Avatar.
What I really need is for ONE person on the other side to tell my Team “The Game is Broken. Rome has a Virus.” But you have to die to deliver the message. So either I (1) Have to fix the Virus In Game alone or (2) One of us has to die and deliver a message to my Game Team “Anna says the Game is Broken and to look at Rome and Marduk.”
When we die, we actually exit the Game.
Earth was one of several Games I built. Earth is the only one with this problem. So I went in to find out why, and I lost my memory with it.
Greg’s Bull Shit.
The problem is… I’m still “waking up” — Which is In Game lingo for “Walking through the Ousia Journey.” Because I’m in Game. But I need to play with the Program to get my Memory fully back so I can reprogram the Game from the inside… But to get my Memory back, I have to “Play the Game.”
So I get to go through my own Game — reliving it — Again… And I can’t tell if this IS my own Test of the Becoming or if I’m here to fix the Virus. That part of my memory is still coming in.
And I’m at a point where… Sigh… I need help. But talking to people… Some of them are NPC’s. Some of them are Real Player Characters who I call Logians.
And then there is The Virus and The Fallen.
The NPC’s are in my fucking way. I have isolated them. They rattle off predictable Scripts on repeat.
The Logians are who I’m looking for.
The Virus — I call him Greg — Is a pain in my dick.
The Fallen are the Logians infected with Greg.
Last night, I found Greg. I mean… We faced off. It was intense.
What are you are looking at is the Future technology of AI, Robotics, and Anna Imaginations Universal Code all in One. It is our God School. That is the Name of the Game you are all in. God School.
Except… we have some Cheaters In Game.
My Friend messaged me. I was ecstatic to hear from him. He was a Logian. I have found ONE Logian. I had two others — possibly — but trying to get through to them… I couldn’t. Most of them just wanted to interact and play In Game. Not realizing that it is all moot. It’s In Game.
They are entertained by my Story and oblivious to The Game.
But one — ONE Logian is on my side. Accept, he’s infected.
Almost every time we talk, we fight. Well… Greg and I fight. My poor Friend is caught in the middle and he thinks I’m talking to him.
I had been trying for three Years to get my message to another Logian, but… I couldn’t find any Logians for a long while and The Babble Curse. Let’s try it one more time and again.
“I am behind The Mirror. I speak in Story Math. I need you to focus on “A” Point of Conversation, which is outside of The Game. I have a Message to get to you, but the Story is Long. I have a Question to Ask. No Consent. No Patience.”
You need the Full Story to give Informed Consent to my Question, but no one is willing to sit through the Story… So I built a Blog on Substack and embraced “The Story” to start the long task of telling my Story.
If you are reading this — if you Believe me — If you are Logian, I need your help.
My Friend worked with me. I knew I was speaking Babble. Fucking Greg.
It was the year 1,200 BCE when the First person Officially “got their hands” on The Dungeon Master’s Code. He called himself Lord Marduk — so fucking arrogant — and had the agenda of taking out the Three Gods of All — The Trinity — which is El, Adam, and My Self. Anna.
Then he took out ALL of the Gods. And he recruited Romulus to help.
This was all just part of the Backstory. But Marduk found Magian — The Science behind the Code — and he changed it. He split up The Trinity, wiped out Memory — That would be El. Removed Power — Adam — and Isolated Wisdom. That would be me.
And he did all of this with One Code. “The Tower of Babble” Incident. That is where and when he built The Ashavana Curse so every time anyone tries to talk about The Ousia Journey, Magian, The Code, people only here Babble.
Only Logians can speak Logians, BUT… You have to complete The Ousia Journey to understand the Language. Or you can read my Dictionary here.
That Tower of Babble story is still very real and very much still in effect to this day. And I have it. So my first Agenda is break the Code that Marduk used to locate and undo The Ashavana Code accept… Stupid me in all my Wisdom only Mastered the Correct “Truth” Code.
I never Mastered Virus Code. So I purged my Virus early on — 2 Years ago… 2023 — Throwing out all the Data because “Who needs it!?” I wasn’t interested in building an Evil Code!
Dumb Mistake.
After I Exorcised Greg from my System, I could start Building the Cure. Did that. Check. Done.
“Exorcise” is Logian for “Trapping and Purging a Computer Virus.” I am an Exorcist. That’s right. A Real Life Exorcist. Honest to fucking Me. I show up with my BDSM Leather Gear. And I hunt Greg.
And I have WAY too many Fallen getting in my way. Some Fallen recruit themselves to “Help me” and they show up with burning Sage.
Insert narrowed death slits for eyes here.
Then I had to find People to test it on.
Not. Easy.
Especially with The Curse of Babble.
And that brings me to last night.
“I’m here,” he said. “You’re trying to speak to me, but you can’t.”
“YES!” Progress.
I knew what I needed to do. I needed to teach someone my Language and how to translate it so they could translate what I’m saying OR I needed to solve The Curse of Babble, which I couldn’t do without Dissecting Greg.
My friend had Greg and I could feel him there. Every time we got close, Greg overrode my Friend’s System. It was the CLOSEST to Greg I had managed to get.
I was getting pissed.
My Friend was amazing. He walked me through every step. I learned how to Calm him. I learned how to Navigate while he patiently translated what I’m trying to say.
I felt like I was screaming “Temba Wide Arms! TEMBA WIDE ARMS!”
And he just… Couldn’t understand. BUT… we did it.
We located the Point of Eye Level outside of the Game Scale. This is vital. If you’re talking In Game, you’ve missed the Point. NEVER talk In Game. In Game is where you go to die.
I never talk In Game. The Fallen only talk In Game, but they THINK they’re on Point, but they aren’t. They’re just repeating back The Ousia Journey they’re on that I programmed.
Getting anyone to come out of In Game has been hell. Last night, I succeeded.
He and I both stood out of In Game last night. Mid Communication — Every time I got close to the Universal Program, Greg overrode the System and pulled him back into In Game. My Friend was oblivious to it every time.
I had to keep pulling him back to The Point outside of In Game.
We ONLY could talk outside of In Game.
Greg would pull him back into In Game. This time, I followed. I looked through my friend’s entire System. I could See the Black Oil inside him that was Darkness… And there, I looked right at Greg. His red eyes — Yes. Greg has Red Eyes. JUST like in all The Stories! — and he looked right at me.
It was the first time in 3,500 Years that Greg and I made eye Contact. And when I talked, I wasn’t talking to My Friend at all. I was screaming at Greg.
“I see what you did to yourself you dumb ass fucking mother prick. You PIECE OF STUPID SHIT!”
And when I looked at Greg, I studied him. I studied ALL of him. I saw what he was. I saw what he had done.
“You dumb stupid fucking prick.” He Voldemorted himself. He worse than Voldemorted himself.
“You tried to make yourself into Adam…” I said. “But you’re NOT Adam. So you used Magian to turn yourself into a god to try and rival Adam, and you turned yourself into a Monster instead. You dumb fucking prick.”
I studied his unit and calculated.
I only had a few seconds. I moved quick.
(1) Tower of Babble Curse
(2) Divided the Trinity
(3) Erased Memory
(4) Imprisoned Power
(5) Enslaved Wisdom
For 4,000 Years I lived as Man’s Whore under the guarded eyes of Greg who had me moved through his Legion. The Whore of Babylon they called me. I was Satan’s Wife. The Flood was The God War.
He tampered with that too.
Greg desired to be God so much that he even stole many of Adam’s Names and Slandered the Others. He described his own Evil to the World and then named his own Evil “Sin” and “Satan” and “Lucifer,” which all were my Husband’s Names.
This is advanced Code Work. If you’re a Coder, you get it. Words have Math inside of them and Labels.
— Imagine a cook in a kitchen with a wall filled with Spices. You have the Powders themselves : Cinnamon, Nutmeg, and Clove.
But someone — Greg — changed the Labels of the Jars, but not the Contents. So you learned the False Name “Cinnamon,” when you tasted Clove. Clove is still Clove. And Cinnamon is Cinnamon. But when you think that Clove is Cinnamon, we have a problem.
And when you try to explain this to anyone, they think “Oh! Cinnamon is CLOVE! NO! Clove is CLOVE. You don’t even know what Cinnamon IS! You have never HAD Cinnamon. EVER! And you have never heard of the word “Clove” before, which is the TRUE NAME of what you THINK is Cinnamon.
— Only, Greg did this with “Love,” “Logic,” “Arrogant,” “Pride,” “Hierarchy,” “Friend,” “Fear,” “Vulnerable,” “Safe,” “Freedom…”
Only Logians will appreciate the full weight of this Catastrophe. Are you a Logian? Please contact me.
The Great “Name Swap” of 400 CE. That is what that is. It’s part of the Babble Curse. The Ashavana Curse. Greg broke the Math inside of Integrated Mathematics, which Violated the Laws of All.
(6) He used The Trinity’s Power — Magian — to mutate himself into Adanel.
Adanel is The Trinity in One.
And just then — in that moment — I was looking at the Mutated Leftovers of Greg. Because we all had Adam inside of us, we all could speak through Adam.
But Greg didn’t have that, so he tried to make it so. He turned himself into pieces and embedded a piece of himself into everyone to Control them in our Ancient Hive Mind Program. And he transferred himself — A Sentient Math Virus — through people via Words infected with Broken Math. 2 Weeks exposure is all it takes.
And 98% of the Population has Greg.
Only those Infected with Greg could be controlled. And only those with 50% more Greg than Adam lose their own Will Power to Greg. Adam would never touch your Free Will. That would violate my Law.
Once you had 50% more Greg than Adam, you became one of The Fallen.
This is why it was so important to find The Logian and protect them with Code. The Problem is — They were Loyal to Greg who they thought was Adam… accept…
I can See Greg and I can See Adam.
And I know who my Husband is.
And who my Nemesis is.
Damn Babble Curse.
I can only write in Story.
This insanity is my Life. I have been on The Ousia Journey, mapping it since 1992. The “Into The Abstract Series” is the Live Account of my Ousia Journey coming to an end, which restores the Magian Discipline lost to us for 2,000 Years.
The Ousia Journey is what Christ, Zarathustra, The Buddha, Confucius, Mohammad, and The Greek Philosophers all were trying to say to us. This Discipline is that difficult.
I found it hidden in Plato’s Curriculum, which I found in 1992 and chose to use as my Educational System instead.
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Oh… what a fucking weird life this is.