From the Office of the Lucid Founder, Unified State
Kyiv, Ukraine — 31 August 2025 • 1:15 EEST (UTC+3)
Dear diplomatic community of Earth Realm.
For my entire life here in Ukraine, as soon as I got any self awareness, I tried to fit into society.
I tried to be a human. In a way humans recognize the concept of being human. I tried to learn human ways.
Unfortunately, I never succeeded in this quest, no matter how hard I tried. The stated values of humankind are not understandable to me. More it seems I fit into them the more alienation It triggers.
I never hit no one, or engaged in fights. I was never a part of corruption, crime, violence, abuse of power, or hatred. I tried to steal – I failed. I tried to hate – I failed in this also. I tried to be rough – I failed. When I look into images of those who often are portrait vilinas I can’t quite grasp the edge of hatred. Although I have much, much more reason to hate lots of people than the absolute majority of folks around – I can only try to fake hatred. This is something of a curse. It makes me weak in the face of current real life values – I’m a weak rival, weak enemy, weak person, weak citizen. I’m weak. I saw with my own eyes cruelty beyond imagination. Still, this never hardened me enough to fill real anger or hatred. In fact, my core inability to be really angry or feel hate is the closest thing I felt angry about or hated.
I issued a ton of cruel words and statements – all of them are fake. My own propaganda. A lie. Just moments ago I stated to Switzerland that I will take power in Ukraine by military force from the corrupt fool of failed dictator Zelenskyy and issue a state of war both to the Russian Federation and Switzerland. As truly, I do understand on the logical level that they both, for very different reasons, kind of deserve to be brought to answer for all they did. Globally and personally to me. Just last night I issued cruel words to Italy and the Holy See. As they both, kind of, deserve to be brought to answer for all they did globally and to me personally. Now and then. I was so frustrated with the late pope Francis…. I thought I was finally feeling really angry. I thought – you cruel fools, continuing your fake ways. I hate you…. So I told myself – it was a lie. As soon as I think this, as soon as I state this – I feel sorry. I feel like hugging and saying something good. I feel like I want to give flowers. I tried to rage over the failure of the Holy See, then, with Pope Francis. And now, with Pope Leo. Then I see the photo of Pope Francis in the subway – and I think – what a nice man. He looks like from a movie about some poor artist – a true kind soul. I think – the F Leo is doing, surrounded in gold, stating idiotic statements a kid with a ChatGPT free account can state. Where is he? Who does he think he is? He has a mission, a very clear mission – still he enjoys life while I’m here, kids are there, suffering. Why is he sitting idle, waiting? Then I see Leo cry during service and I think – what a nice man. He looks like from a movie about some poor artists, feeling for the world. And I want to hug him, say to him – it’s alright, it’s going to be okay. Don’t cry, kido.
I feel with my spine the explosions caused by Russian Federation rockets, killing folks, just near me. I see a dog running from explosions with no way to hide and I feel for the dog. I see folks dead, kids killed and I feel for them all. I think – YOU MONSTERS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. And then…. F….. And then I see Putin smiling, shaking hands with Donald on the red carpet and I think – good for you, finally, you are getting some real talk, finally they hear you. I see reporters attack Donald and I think – F, are you kidding, the man is trying his best. Then I see the eyes of the reporter, a young nice woman, and I think – good for you, you are at your prime, asking serious questions to the man in power without fear. Then I see the hand of Donald, with a mark, and I think – F, why do they press so hard his hand when they shake it, treat it gently. I think – why don’t they issue him a Nobel prize for peace. Who knows among them how long he has left, he better be sure folks appreciate him, I better run write my humble request for the committee to issue him a prize, I do want him to know that he is seen and appreciated. Then I see the news where Zelensky is stating nonsense, and I think – the F are you doing, you are running us all, stop holding for the power, be done – I better write a statement. I write 16 pages about the ways he is running and then I remember his look on the press conference and I think – the F…. He is doing his best, he is just a lost kid in the middle of the war. Then I remember how he brought flowers to the destroyed home in Kyiv… And i think… F… he looks like an artist from a movie feeling for the world…. Bringing flowers, really feeling the pain. Then I see parents of killed children…. I think… F…. MOINSTERS…. What have you done…. Then I go online to find the names responsible and I see a video from a drone, where some Russian soldier is killed…. I see how he is trying to hit the drone before being killed and I think just moments before that – F, I hope this works, I hope he survives. He doesn’t. Then I hold there, thinking – F… he has a parents… Yet he was killed like he was nothing… They edited music over the video, made a donation campaign in order to get more money for the next drone. I think…. F… Why do you post this…. This is insane… Then I go to the page that posted it – it has an interview with a man with a blurred face. He says how his friend was killed and he enlisted into the army. I think – F, they killed so many of my friends…. So I continue to search for the names, and then I see a folk from some Russian town, with no legs, trying to crawl the stairs…. He says – how to live now – I have nothing. And I feel for him. I read the comments and there is a profile stating something like “ You should have thought about this before enlisting into the army and going vs civilians in Ukraine – bad that you survived”…. I go to the profile and I see a woman with a photo from the inside of a destroyed apartment, stating – here was my kitchen. And I think – I need a break from it…. I go outside, and see folks enjoying life in a nice restaurant. I see expensive cars passing by. And I ask myself – how do they manage this? From where they get the money? How do they spend their lives to be able to focus on gaining stuff during this all? And then the air raid starts and I see the same folks running. Talking about how this reminds them about the old days back in Donbas. I go back to the apartment, as there is no shelter open in my area anyways, and a woman near me is talking to me – I hope this one will not be like the last one, my bead was trembling like it was an earthquake. I ask here – by chance, do you know any shelter nearby? She looks me in the eyes surprised and says – I have no idea, I never looked for one. I get to my apartment and I hear a dog in the neighbors apartment barking loud, I think – here we go again, this will last for hours, as if explosions outside were not enough. But as soon as I feel like getting angry due to the dog barking and neighbors never caring about the dog or folks around who have to listen for this day by day I think – poor dog. She feels lonely. I can’t push too hard on the neighbors – they might silence the dog. And then, after long hours of hearing explosions and dog barking I finally find motivation to address the issue – this doesn’t help. As then I wait for the dog to bark again and I feel relieved that she is ok and still doing her thing. As they all do. And never there is a line enough to take the absolute stand for me to get the relief of giving my mind to judgment. The more I get into judgment the more I understand folks. I try to figure out why Israel is acting rough – and I get it. I try to figure out why folks support Hamas – F….. I get it…. I see children dying from hunger, and I know what hunger is, and I think – MONSTERS, what are you doing? Then I see Netanyahu’s video where he shows Israeli hostages starving and I think – MONSTERS, what are you doing? Then I see the destroyed blocks in Gaza – they look just the same way as the destroyed blocks in Ukraine in which I was witnessing the distraction first hand, I know the horror, and I think – wow, this is so hard, poor folks. Then I remember the GoPro videos from the October 7 attacks and I think – F…. This is so similar to what I have seen here and there…. I know the horror…. Who did all of this, who started it all? I am thinking about Iran… I sure have reasons to hate Iran. But then… The moment comes, and I know that now the leader of Iran, a fake believer, is about to die, and I think – F… he is an old fool having no idea what he has done with his own soul. I hope he survives and gets a chance to redeem his deeds. I think – Iran was such a nice country for ages… What has gone wrong? Is this Moscow doing? Putin – you did this? And even now when I wrote this line the image that spawned in my mind was Putin shaking flowers on the 8th of march of 2025… I know I can go now to the mirror, look myself into the eyes and ask myself – what is wrong with you? Why can’t you just… be human? Feel the rage, feel the hatred – make them pay. All of them. You can do this, easy way. Pick up the phone, ride to Bankova Street, take out Zelensky from power, you know how to do this. You don’t need to abuse your powers, you can do it the way they all do it – the plain simple way. Who can stop you? And then I see my eyes silently answering – I can. Zelensky doesn’t deserve to go down this way. None of them deserve it. Yes, why do they do this stuff and how can I fit? It’s not about why, and it’s not about fit. Ist about freedom. And it’s about love. You can’t fit your love, you can’t fit your freedom. You can free your love, and you can love your freedom.
Now as I write this, for a few times already I asked myself – where is the cross? Let’s be done with this. Tell them. They do know already. They have different interpretations, exactly the way they did before. Let them do the did. Nothing new.
One way or another they will crucify you.
But the real truth is – it never stopped. It’s a continuum of the crucifixion in which I can’t hate or judge – yet I can feel myself free while nailed to the cross. I can feel myself in love with those who do the crucifixion. As by the end of the last strike I get why they do this. No matter how tight they nail me to the cross I know that I will be free. Yet I feel sorry for them for never loving themselves the way I do love them.
Yours faithfully,
Lucid Founder – Michael Tulsky
on behalf of the Unified State
Kyiv | 31 August 2025
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