DAFA FALUN

This will serve as my Death Note…not some legacy. I have a sense of obligation to all living creatures and am under the ethics of the Hippocratic Oath. I will continue to update this information for as long as I can and as accurately as I can.

I am grateful for the forethought of reverting to the typewriter and Ribbons. Near the end of 2021 the world became “electricity challenged” so resorting to the “classical” way of doing things became the necessity. Solar Energy could have been a solution but it’s use was not main streamed enough.

At the outset I remind you I am not a writer…

My sketches are as accurate as I could record them. Bear in mind, none of the writing equipment I have could record as intricately as the heart-shaped pendant imprint is in reality.

Dafa Falun: this is my name. I am an orphan, so I have no idea where or what my name is all about. Believe me I have spent hours on search engines desperately grabbing at variables, but nothing makes sense. “Falun” could be a Swedish word meaning iron or pyrite mines…very far from my Asian genealogy! And “Dafa” could mean “clause” …like, you know, a clause in a legal document or some kind of afterthought. Hell, I don’t even know my birth date. At the orphanage we were issued an identity number that included an estimated date of birth. I know my number is very far removed from my actual birth date because I do not identify in ANY WAY with this current zodiac sign or the Chinese astrological year 1984. Apparently, my birth parents are both deceased, and I have no biological siblings.

I am an orphan of Asian descent (as stated earlier). I grew up in an American orphanage with no hope of adoption or fostering. We were never exposed to situations conducive to family orientation. I have never belonged anywhere and have never been supplied with enough information to know anything about my past. There were a number of us. Our Asian heritage was a common factor. Though not always “pure bred”- some of us were “half cast”. All of us were and are lonely, socially awkward and on the autism spectrum, mostly with savant syndrome. In the year 2000- Y2K- we were about 16 years old. That is how much information I can give you. Today I am a forensic pathologist. Single. Male.

The first time I saw “that mark” was on the underside of the right big toe of a John Doe. I would not have noticed it, just a faint embossed evidence of an incident of an accidental step on a hot piece of contemporary shaped metal. Maybe? Perhaps! Anyway, we were busy. It was 2009, I was about 25 years old, interning, the H1N1 pandemic, high morbidity rates and we were “tagging and bagging” as respectfully as we could.

This is the second time I see “that mark”. The year is 2020. I am laying in a bath in a Hotel with mirrored bathroom walls. It has been a long day and this soak is just what I needed. It is the COVID-19 pandemic. The world is in a crisis and dealing with it by high impact isolation and LOTS of political involvement. We have been working long hours under challenging conditions. I use my foot to open the hot water for a top up. Reflected in the mirror, very clearly is that same John Doe mark on the same spot on MY hallux (big toe).

I would not have noticed it but for the slight discolouration against my very white water-soaked glabrous skin.

The only calendar that made the date 1 January 2000 significant, was the Gregorian Calendar. The Gregorian calendar has always had a political agenda, since it’s induction in 1582 of the European common eras and, as the clock struck to mark the Gregorian date of 1 January 2000 there was once again, this stark reminder of political agenda especially in the billions of wasted fireworks funding’s!

We were at the orphanage locked away from the physical world, but the television sets were on in every lounge room. In the month that followed, we were subliminally aware of the dissipation of the North American Blizzard and the Kenya Airway flight 431. There was some information about the Russian, Vladimir Putin, and the piece Longplayer was started with fanfare. The Y2K scare glitch or bug was much discussed. Marc Davies died…I remember because I enjoyed Cruella de Vil. Oh yes…and Victor Serebriakoff. He died too! I ‘d never met him personally, but we were always being exposed to the MENSA and IQ tests he had designed. Something that also made an impression on me was the disappearance of Zebb Wayne Quinn on 2 January 2000.

I had long suspected that I was actually 18 and not the 16 that the orphanage caged me into. Zebb was eighteen and I think his 1981 birth year resonated with me. But also…cool name!

I am agile, reasonably flexible, not overweight but my feet are always shoed, and I have no curiosity about my body fundamentally. Now I am intrigued. The mark is recognizable. It is small but very clearly white against my water-soaked skin. It’s not a tattoo. More a branding of some sort. The flesh is very slightly raised. It is so precise…electrocauterization? Laser? So precise! I can determine it is a well healed old branding. I say again…So precise! I get my magnifying glass to sherlock this thing. Not really working! Another plan…my camera. Technology has its place for sure! And I am its biggest fan!

The photo reveals the anatomy of a contemporary but anatomically correct human-heart locket or pendant engraving or more correctly, branding. I have to say branding…the scar tissue is raised. The Apex or pericardium is closest to my hallux nail and the Vena Cava is on the right side of my foot. (Refer to my diagrams, they are specifically marked). It would appear that there is a link (like a stopwatch pendant-link) and jewellery-like chain coming off the superior vena cava. The scarring of the burn is so fine and evenly raised it allows for much clear detail of the branding in the enlarged image on my phone.

I note the position of the chain…it seemed specifically placed. It appears to lay across the “spinal” reflexology points and ends abruptly at the “heart point” on my foot. I am confused…this is my right foot…there is no heart point on my right foot. The heart point is on the left foot. Across the Aorta arch are the letters G.O.N.G.N.U.L.A.F.. Along the exposed length of the vena cava is a D.N.A. “helix”. It is deliberately not wound, rather, it is straight like a ladder BUT the base pairs identify it as a DNA helix-instinctively, somehow…

It would appear there are more codes written in the left and right ventricles…Capital G, lower case o (maybe naught?) No! “o”! Capital F, the number 1 then capital P and R. and they looked grouped deliberately “GoF” and “1PR”.

I look for meaning. I try to recall John Doe, but my recollections are vague. And anyway, I did not even comprehend markings on the John Doe toe! I determine to resort to hypnosis therapy because of its effectiveness in my life in the past!

I’m drawn to the notion that there has to be a meaning in all this. I reinvestigate my image, enlarge it to capacity…there are numbers stamped on the pulmonary aorta 20250909 then a gap, then 999…

I’m intrigued…A heart shaped locket with a stopwatch chain decorated in numbers and letters. The font is “chiller” and the point size 3. That MUST mean something! Some hidden message? Designed to be found and interpreted.

The chiller font was developed in 1995 by Andrew Smith. It looks undisciplined but the typeface is meticulous and legible in even very small point size.

In 1995 I was allegedly 11 years old…around 13 by my estimation. I have no recollection of my youth. The therapists’ diagnosed PTSD and dissociate amnesia and call this problem of mine a “natural survival skill and defence mechanism”. I call it utter frustration!

Why would something so precise and so complete with medical innuendos and coded inscriptions be branded on MY body? And without my recollection?

I am a problem solver with developed spatial skills. There are all kind of theories relating to those with savant syndrome. It is a rare condition statistically but, in the orphanage, where I grew up the majority of the children were Autistic with Savant Syndrome. All had Neurodevelopmental disorder.

The world is in a COVID crisis! Everyone is isolated. It is 2023. We do not have sufficient fuel for cremations. Governments, on a worldwide scale, converted silo’s and Lighthouses and derelict buildings into storage houses for the bodies. It is ironic that this crisis has united Nations. Don’t be misled, there is no uniting peace, just total fear and distrust and accusations! Discoveries noted that cadavers buried with the later COVID strains had infectious pathogens that were and are virulent, and we do not, worldwide, have the capacity to begin to understand the virus shape-shifting or transforming behaviours.

In the time between 2021 and now (2023) I have found 1 other toe (so counting me 3 in total) bearing the mark of the heart shaped locket. All male! There are ever so slight differences BUT the one common denominator was that number along the pulmonary aorta -20250909 gap 999…

I suspect that the number could represent, in part, the ninth day of the ninth month of the year 2025 on the Gregorian calendar. China, Japan, Korean and Iran write the year first and the day last… which has always made perfect sense to me. America writes the month, day and year and the Majority write day first, then month, then year.

I investigated some numerology information while I still had access to search engines. The number 9 could represent “completion BUT not finality” and when you see the number 9 repeated like this: “9,9,9” it could have the meaning of an “end of a cycle of Life”. I investigated all aspects of the number 9…I added, subtracted, multiplied, divided. Apparently, number nine contains the energies of all the other numbers and takes the shape of a spiral. I wonder if that had anything to do with the DNA helix? I am not even sure I accept or comprehend this information…I now wish I had been more unguarded to the findings. I found a copy of the Bible and there too is some information about the meaning of numbers, but I realize having only the New Testament is very incomplete guidance.

Most of the library books have been burned. Library buildings are Body Storage facilities now. Private collections could be kept but the reality of contamination means that no one has access to anything for fear. I am being very careful with my stash of paper reams; my ball point pens and pencils and ribbons. I do not use my coloured pencils for anything but to record findings as closely as possible. I am trying to notate and record everything in the event I succumb to dementia, blindness or death. I am confident that whatever destruction happens, future generations will access stored information from one of the Hybrid Cloud Strategies, but it is that gap, that generation, between REMEMBERING that there is something to access and the KNOWLEDGE of advanced technology that is required. THAT gap bothers me!

IF…and I am not saying it does, but IF this number represents a date then we are on the cusp of something! I have a calendar and I am marking the days.

If the number is a bar code of some sort, then why on me? And what does or did it purchase? And why are there more merchandise out there and how much more merchandise exists?