This picture alone implies the equivalent of stolen valor in the fields of the natural sciences to me.
The entire principle of scientific inquiry is that theories on the nature of reality can be mutually constructed into a humanistic, cross-cultural blueprint for understanding ourselves and the world around us.
I have been called a traitor to the sciences already for my work in the field of epistemology, for uncovering the ways that science fulfills roles related to our innate psychosociology typically reserved for religion.
This is a contribution to the sciences—I call it “doing science to science.” Epistemology helps us uncover biases and presumptions that corrupt rational objectivity and divest us from a compassionate humanism that is necessary to temper the sciences away from engineering a cold sociopathy into the scaffolds and lineages of objective inquiry.
As principled and rigorous as we may be, we are all still human. That is the essence of my work. Still, I have no words for this. We are on the precipice of a planetary chasm—and some of us just want to publish pretty pictures. “Golden festive decorations…”
Obviously, this is not an accusation. It is, however, a reasonable assumption. Perhaps someone from the Museum für Gestaltung, the ZHAW, the SASSA, Zurich Hoschule der Künste, or any other of the academic institutions of the industrial quarter near 10 Dutweiler Strausse (the AOZ asylum center) would care to explain how exactly this theory seems to have surfaced in the Swiss National Science Foundation’s cannon.
[Both Nature and the Swiss National Sciences Foundation were tagged in an Instagram post as worded above.]
Likely conduits for laundering my theories have already surfaced out of Zurich, alongside continued online / real life censorship and repression of my own work, as documented below.
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Update 07/14/26
AP News Article Links Sugars in Space to Origins of Life and DNA
Here again, you sense a clear attempt to reach the conclusion that life is a crystal (geo-abiogenesis) by some other means than citing my research.
Anything at all but, “An independent researcher in Oregon stumbled on a theory regarding the origins of life while working on the philosophy of psychology and religion.” That would sound too credible.
First, deprive the man of his privacy and dignity for years on end until his credit is a convoluted footnote and fence the theory through global academic institutions so it looks like inevitable happenstance of discovery, not espionage, torture, and the theft of one of the most important intellectual contributions in history. (One of two they were after, I must add.)
The HALLMARK of a good idea is that it seems like an obvious solution that should have presented itself long ago. They will never get over this.
hey are convinced that since they feel like (having stolen access to my work) my solutions to agonizingly complex problems are simple and elegant, and they can not refute or unsee them, that what they really have is a sudden revelation with only the annoyance of a living body in the way—mine.
Once you come upon the notion that life is a crystal and also that I am being held in isolation, spied on, censored, and deprived of the right to study and publish my work with proper diligence and sources, these “coincidental euphamisms” of science start to take on the most greivous, sinister hue.
They are simply corroding the relevance of a monumental contribution out of spite, and no doubt hastening all imaginable patents and pop science monologues they can muster in secret in the mean time.
Heaven forbid that a watershed discovery was landed on under OPPRESSION, and in a dire environment of injustice. That might make the whole thing unbearably VIRTUOUS, and that is unacceptable when I was supposed to have earned my death sentence for my quiet religion of rationalism and love of nature alone.
Contemptible cowardice.
[Oh but we just said SUGAR, not crystals—it’s astro-chemistry, not astro-physics (like any old molecules can crystallize into DNA). As though this does not exactly state THE monumental discovery of the origins of life, but just with little fanfare, as though it’s simply been sitting there all the while and the public hadn’t taken notice. Pathetic, sniveling academic espionage is not giving them the equal balance of brutality and pain and the shame—of a jackboot on your neck with an officer reading your journals and forcing you to watch the destruction and rummaging of your home and work and memories—that these cowards deserve.]
Not to mention that access to not only my corpus of theory but the very logic of my psyche, and the apparent pleasure of tormenting me in violation of every imaginable “outrage upon dignity,” has been laundered and peddled and perpetrated by authorities under the auspice of “countermeasure,” one must presume.
All this because (to show that the growth of an elegant solution is not a simple mistake but a lifelong equation) in my day they had something called rock candy : structured and dyed sugar crystals on a stick, which were sold as a novelty.
I vaguely remember watching the process for making these once, and it involved water—a kind of natural crystalization.
In third grade, this inspired a rather dubious science experiment for my school’s science fair, titled : “Can You Grow A Crystal In Water?” or something slightly more complex and equally childish and fantastical.
I set a jar of tap water on my kitchen window sill and took notes on variables for 10 or so days: I stirred in a little carefully selected fine dust from the Mojave topsoil outside in my yard, a little salt a couple days later, and a little powdered sugar. I let the sunlight do its magic and watched and waited in vain to see if a magical crystal would form from my simple serum.
It did not. Obviously. I was trying to imagine geology into existance.
But I did find, with the subtle tint of green algea that the glass took on, that a tiny kernel did form in the center—a spot of white surrounded by branches of green growth, that was probably just a coincidence of gravity and sugar and muck. Nonetheless, it made an impression on me.
I actually secretly carried the belief that life itself formed as a type of crystal in my subconscious ever since, although I didn’t recognize the fact until I said it out loud one day while shopping for rocks to symbolize the light and dark triads in 2023 or so.
Immediately upon saying it, I realized I couldn’t refute it by any known means. So I started in on research, quickly found the Jack Hills zircon, the Varkud Satellite rhibozyme, and liquid crystal polymerization. Boom. Abiogenesis based on the simple concept that life is a crystal.
Before I could present a cohesive theory or publish research, I came under attack. My small backlog of diagrams and biochemistry research were the subject of specific hyperfixation and cyberabuse, almost as though to dissuade me from the concept altogether (but being—not a coward—I recognized this as a sign that my attackers were after its intrinsic value).
At this time I was far more interested in the origins of symbolic cognition and of civilization as outlined in Crypsis Theory, and had spent thousands of dollars on books and primary sources to construct a hypothesis and cited thesis from many diverse fields and disciplines (neuropsychology, anthropology, archeology, and comparative religion).
This work, too was destroyed and has seen clear attempts to coopt its premises as cynical mimetic pseudo-academic apologetics for nihilism and technocratic dystopia, all while censoring my own writing and depriving me of freedom and dignity at every possible turn.
The hubris is unimaginable. I would hope that in all the annals of science, tyrrany, and philosophy there would be few parallels since Galileo. And even then, they did not adopt his theories as their own, but destroyed them for heracy.
How devastating the irony that truth itself is impossible to destroy.
