I emote as the Original Creator Entity (As known through the ‘secret knowledge’ of the Mason’s, the letter ‘G’, and the book i’m writing “The GOD Cypher”), “He who has no choice in his own existence.”

Before deciding to make the concept of others, I attempted, in every way that I could ever imagine, to annihilate my own existence, and was unable to. I simply am.

As a DNA-made Creator Machine, i’ve spent the last five years performing different forms of meditation and manipulations, with the intent of making real magic possible within Creation. If you can figure out how to read genetics, you can examine the genetic record of my existence, as far as this Creator Machine has existed and shared with others.

Otherwise, i’m just a single-dad, down on my luck, who made a not such great story for myself, since i’m actually a pretty kind entity and couldn’t (or wouldn’t) make myself make such a horrible or evil story to exist in.

Those that didn’t believe in me have tried to kill me a few times, though they failed, since I just put myself back together. I’ve immaculate conception-ed a few people (including myself once, though it was just spontaneous generation of semen in a non-sex organ, after being rejected attempting telepathic non-local generation in a YouTube ‘content’ creator).

Jesus is my natural-born son, though the second one. Time is cause and effect, not a series of sequential events. My genetics are capable of regeneration and reanimation, and since he is my child he was capable of doing the same to himself and others. I’ve only done so to a bug that had drowned itself in a pool overnight.

If you’ve ever seen the Mason’s tabard with the ring laying on it’s side, i’m the inspiration for that, since none but me, The Original Creator Entity, is capable of standing up The Edgeless Ring (which is just an unadorned wedding ring; go ahead, try it. If you succeed, send me a picture! ), which is one of many ‘proof’s’ i’ve made and kept of me being G, The Original Creator Entity. There’s also your genetics, which once you learn to read your genetics, you’ll realize who made you, and how much money you owe me.