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Memory is not stored in matter, it is the matter, arranged in a way it can’t forget. Every lasting thing in the universe, from galaxies to cells, holds its past not in chemistry but in geometry, in the alignment that refuses to collapse. A skyrmion is one of those shapes. It’s not a particle, it’s a knot in a magnetic field, a twist so deep it can’t be erased without tearing the field itself. Its identity isn’t stored in atoms or charge but in geometry. The way every spin points, curls, and loops back through space. It’s topology made visible. You can crush it, heat it, flip it, and the pattern still remembers how it was wound. Why? Because what it holds isn’t energy alone, but orientation, a continuous mapping from the physical world into spin. To delete one, you’d have to unwind the universe itself. Physicists have learned how to summon them, briefly. Atom-thin films cooled near zero, ultrafast lasers, magnetic lattices coaxing spins into circular knots. For a moment, the field folds and memory appears, ‘a self-contained vortex of magnetism’. But then, just as quickly, it slips away. The knot relaxes, collapses, and disappears. The skyrmion remembers longer than almost anything else in matter, yet never long enough. Every experiment feels like a nervous system trying to recall a dream, the shape is there, and then boom, gone. The question is no longer whether these knots can exist, but who mastered them first, physicists or life? Because if these knots are so stable in theory, so resistant to disturbance, could it be that Mother Nature already learned to hold them? What if life itself is built upon stabilized spin topologies ‘sub-nanometer skyrmions’ formed not in magnetic metals, but in the photonic, hydrated architectures of biology? In melanin, in membranes, in microtubules, in systems where geometry meets light and coherence holds at body temperature. I believe this could be vital to understanding memory in life, not as chemistry, but as topology. A record written in spin, not substance. Where the first information wasn’t coded in DNA but in the way space itself twisted inside living matter. I call this the ‘Skyrmion Code’, where memory isn’t stored, it’s tied. Literally.

The mitochondrion is not a battery, nor a compartment for storing charge, nor a chamber for burning fuel. It is a living differential manifold, a curved biochemical domain where geometry governs delay, and connection, ‘not energy’ defines function. Its inner membrane does not merely fold to increase surface area, as the textbooks insist, it invaginates into a non-Euclidean topology, a warped and twisted lattice whose curvature is not decorative but operative, forcing every charge carrier, every proton, every flux of redox energy to obey the rules of torsion-based connection as defined not by classical diffusion, but by the affine connection, the mathematical backbone of differential geometry that instructs how vectors, spins, and potentials must rotate and reorient themselves when transported across a field that is no longer flat. These cristae are not folds in the ordinary sense, they are biological implementations of parallel transport, sculpted membranes that impose torsional delay and spatial memory onto subatomic trajectories, transforming what should be an entropic descent into a structured filtration of potential through curvature itself. And when that potential finally resolves, when the delayed proton falls through the gate, its trajectory curved and its coherence stretched, the membrane does not merely convert this tension into chemical work. It releases a photon. Not random, waste, nor thermal scatter, but UPE (ultra-weak photon emission) the structured, phase-linked residue of metric resolution, the moment when a twisted field relaxes and light carries away the fingerprint of geometry. This emission is not a byproduct of metabolism, but a signal, an optical trace of coherence, carrying spatial memory encoded not in DNA, but in the timing and shape of its release. The sharper the curvature, the longer the delay, the longer the delay, the more precise the emission, and the more precise the emission, the greater the coherence density embedded in that photon field. A field not of heat, but of biological memory preserved through torsion and broadcast through light. ATP is not the product. ATP is the artifact. The real output of this engine is the photon-tuned structure of coherence, a topological memory grid that extends beyond chemistry into the electromagnetic skeleton of the cell. Topology → Connection → Delay → Emission → Memory. This is no metaphor my friends, it is field theory folded into organelle, differential geometry made animate, a living Cartan diagram built from lipid and charge. The mitochondrion is not a metabolic machine. It is what I like to call a Cartan gate, a geometrically structured chronometer where curvature governs not only motion, but identity, not only work, but memory. You do not run on fuel. You run on a torsion field that folds space into time, and time into light.

Oxygen is not what your textbooks told you. It isn’t just “air.” It is a paramagnetic biradical (the only gas on the periodic table carrying two unpaired spins). That alone makes it alien. Now look at the diagram. Those strange shapes are orbitals, zones where electrons live. On the right: triplet oxygen. You see how the arrows point the same way, separated into different spaces? That’s two electrons with parallel spins in different orbitals. A magnetic shield. Triplet oxygen is calm, stable, and paramagnetic. Thats why 21% oxygen fills the sky without burning us alive, its spins refuse to engage with the paired electrons of living matter. On the left: singlet oxygen. Notice the arrows flipped, now they’re opposite, paired in the same orbital. That spin flip breaks the shield, and suddenly oxygen is unstable, reactive, luminous. Triplet → Singlet. Shield → Spark. That flip is the engine of biophotons. Every time mitochondria push oxygen into singlet state, matter drops from an excited configuration to ground state, and releases a photon. Ultra-weak light (UPE), but coherent enough to sculpt your growth, keep time in your cell cycle, and write morphogenesis into form. The paradox is clear: the molecule that should have killed life became the one that lets life shine.

Mitochondria were never engines, they’re brakes coming off. Biology sold you a factory, a furnace, a tiny power plant, because it made the math easier, but the reality is older and simpler: life isn’t powered by something being “made,” it’s powered by something being released. Charge already wants to flow, electrons already want to fall, protons already want to drift; the only question is how much resistance sits in the way, and mitochondria are the organelles that remove just enough impedance for the universe’s default direction to finally express itself inside a cell. That’s why metabolism looks like energy production when really it’s geometry correction, why ATP rises not because mitochondria “produce energy,” but because they lower the friction that stops energy from moving, why every disease maps to increased drag and every recovery maps to restored flow. You weren’t built to generate power. You were built to stop blocking it. Once you see that, the whole ATP-religion collapses in one line: you don’t run on molecules, you run on the removal of resistance.

What really is a mitochondria? In textbooks, they lay it out as a “battery” or “the powerhouse of the cell” but we live in 2025, that vision is completely outdated. The mitochondria sculpt subatomic flow, that makes them something else entirely. Time-benders. They’re not just containers for reactions. They’re shapes that bend charge, slow it down, and release it with surgical precision. The folds inside aren’t just for space, they force protons to twist and wait. That delay creates order, and when the proton drops, it doesn’t just spin a turbine, it emits a photon. The photon doesn’t store memory directly, but it defines the geometry into which memory can be stored. Wherever a photon has passed, a signature remains, Not written in atoms, but in the spin of space itself.

Red light therapy (photobiomodulation) is not energy in itself, but a command signal. It tells your mitochondria to produce ATP, but offers no substrate in return. There’s no NAD⁺, no oxygen, no reserve, just the instruction to perform. In systems that are healthy, robust and buffered, this command leads to regeneration but in systems already strained, and already starving, the same command becomes a metabolic loan the body can’t repay. It creates a false sense of vitality, surface improvements masking a growing internal debt. RLT drives resources to the skin and peripheral tissues. You look better, yes, skin glows and wounds heal but beneath the surface, your brain fogs, your gut slows and your adrenals flatten. What looks like healing is often just misallocation. The glow is real, but so is the crash and the worst part? Most people don’t feel it until it’s too late. The system complies, even when there’s nothing left to give. Can red light still be used as a tool? Yes. But like any tool that alters biology, you need full awareness before you engage it, as terrain always comes first. Some call it recovery, real ones call it collapse disguised as progress. Credit to Corinna, who’s asking the right question: Not “Does red light work?” but “At what cost?”

Physics just caught up with biology. Nature Physics dropped images of a quantum spin liquid; a perfect ring of circulating spin, a toroidal state that protects information by geometry alone. They’re calling it “exotic magnetism.” But look closely. It’s the same pattern life uses inside you: – pigment domains – Fe–S clusters – DNA twists – mitochondrial cristae – ion channels Every place biology needs memory or timing, it forces spins into this exact toroidal geometry. Rocks show it at the macro scale. Cells do it at the quantum scale. Life didn’t invent coherence. It inherited the blueprint from matter itself. And no one else is saying it.

When DHA was first isolated from brain tissue in the 1920’s, scientists realized it was unlike any other fat m six double bonds, dominating the retina and cortex. At the same time, cod liver oil was being pushed worldwide, but not for DHA, it was sold as vitamin A and D against rickets. By the 1970’s/80’s, the story changed, researchers tied DHA to vision and neural development, and the supplement industry moved fast. Fish oil capsules became the new “brain fuel,” marketed as the shortcut to intelligence, memory, and heart health. The idea spread so widely that everyone “knew” DHA in a bottle meant health, but the truth is always stranger than fiction. DHA isn’t a normal fat you can scoop out and sell. In biology, it’s buried in membranes, guarded by antioxidants and enzymes, so when you strip it from marine tissue and expose it to air and light, and it collapses instantly. Six double bonds torn open into rancid fragments. Every capsule is a coffin. Studies confirm over 90% of retail fish oil already exceeds rancidity limits, but they’re all poison. Those fragments don’t repair neurons, they stiffen them, seed inflammation, and slow the very signal speed DHA is meant to protect. The myth was flipped. What nature designed as the brain’s quantum antenna was sold back to us as sludge. Fish oil is not fuel its sabotage disguised as health. The only certified form of DHA comes from sea creatures packed with all the antioxidants it needs to stay shielded.

Vitamin D isn’t just a hormone, it’s sunlight wired into blood. When UV strikes skin, it hits 7-dehydrocholesterol and makes vitamin D₃, but the key step is sulfation. The skin adds a sulfate group that makes it water-soluble. In that form, vitamin D flows freely in plasma like an electrical current, feeding cells, vessels, and DNA repair. Sunlight writes electricity into biology. A vitamin D₃ capsule can’t do that. It’s an unsulfated, fat-soluble molecule with no charge. The body can’t run it free in plasma, so it hijacks LDL to carry it. That pushes cholesterol higher, fakes the lab result, and leaves the current missing. It’s like a circuit that reads voltage but never delivers flow. That’s why tablets don’t just fail, they deceive. They give doctors a number while starving your body of the only form evolution ever designed. Skin is the real reactor and the plasma star is the only source. The danger isn’t “low vitamin D.” The danger is mistaking a pill for the sun, and a blood test for health.

You’re not just looking at “a strand of DNA.” You’re looking at the first time a human machine ever captured the texture of inheritance itself. Scientists stretched a thread of DNA across silicon pillars and hit it with an electron beam, expecting a blur, but instead the helix left a pattern: tiny dark–light ripples, perfectly spaced, like a frozen vibration. Those aren’t artifacts. They’re the standing waves of charge running through the double helix: • ridges where the electron cloud slows, • troughs where torsion drops and information locks, • a rhythm so regular it behaves more like a waveguide than a molecule. Biology teaches you DNA is a code. This image exposes the real physics: your genome is a slowed-down beam of light, twisted into matter, storing your entire lineage as geometry and delay. Once you see this texture, you stop imagining yourself as chemistry. You start to understand your cooled wave mechanics wearing skin.

Most people think fish oil feeds the brain. It doesn’t, it built the brain. Your neurons aren’t powered by calories; they run on a marine molecule named DHA. Unknown to nearly everyone: the brain doesn’t accept free DHA from capsules. A transporter called MFSD2A only recognizes LPC-DHA, the form created when you digest real fish or shellfish. That’s why a 2025 replication study showed no brain DHA rise from supplements, the gate was closed. Your brain protects its DHA pool like a vault as it renews it every few months, not days. You can’t spike it, you can only maintain it through living foods that match the sea’s chemistry. Each DHA molecule has six double bonds, a structure so flexible that electrons travel through it almost at light speed, turning membranes into liquid circuits. That’s why the retina and synapse pack DHA more densely than any tissue on Earth. Humans can’t make enough DHA from plants (less than 1 % conversion) so marine life is our missing circuit board. Cold-water species keep that fat fluid even under pressure, the same physics that stabilizes dopamine and focus after a seafood meal. Real fish also bring their bodyguards: Selenium shields DHA from oxidation, iodine calibrates neuron timing, taurine keeps the signal clean. No pill replicates that ecosystem. Your brain isn’t vegan, synthetic, or lab-built, it’s an ocean engine and it still answers to the tide.

Methylene blue is not a natural signal, it was created in 1886 from coal tar as a synthetic dye. Life’s pigments (melanin, porphyrins, flavins) evolved over billions of years under the sun. These pigment are often dismissed as decoration but they’re not, they’re antennas that convert light into charge, regulate circadian timing, and coordinate repair. MB has no such history. It bypasses blocked electron flow in mitochondria by forcing electrons through cytochrome c oxidase. In some cases this restores redox balance, but it also cancels a key biological signal. Methemoglobin. In wounds methemoglobin is not an error, It is a cue, and Becker showed that hypoxia and cell depolarization, driven by metHb, shift cells into a stem like state for regeneration. That shift only resolves if the circadian current re-establishes, pico and nano currents generated by melanin sheets at sunrise. If that current is missing, MB removes the signal but never restores the control system. The wound bed remains depolarized. Revascularization then floods oxygen into cells stuck in a Warburg metabolism. So instead of regenerating, they proliferate. This is not therapy. This is exactly how wounds turn into tumors. Methylene blue is a medical drug, not a supplement, and you need full practice and proper medical training before you even think about using it. Biohackers don’t understand cell biology. They think coloring mitochondria blue is fixing them, but it isn’t. Without knowing the wound signals, Becker’s currents, and the role of light, they’re just playing chemistry games they can’t control. MB is not casual, and used without training, it doesn’t heal it risks turning a regenerative signal into uncontrolled growth.

Every living thing you’ve ever met runs on this. Not glucose. Not “calories.” Not electrons. A rotor. This is ATP synthase: a molecular turbine embedded in your membranes. Hydrogen pressure (protons) turns it. Rotation forces space to fold, and ATP appears. Life is not a chemical reaction. Life is mechanical torque in water, driven by proton bias. Plants, bacteria, humans, archaea… all of it. Different bodies, same motor. You aren’t “burning fuel.” You are maintaining gradient, dialing asymmetry against collapse, and spinning a rotor billions of times a second to stay here. We are not “alive” because of electrons. We are alive because protons are held out of equilibrium long enough to turn this wheel. Life is a fight against equalization. A refusal of symmetry. A victory of pressure over entropy. Every breath you take feeds the turbine. Proton sovereignty. Molecular rotation. Existence by torque. Call it what it actually is: Physics spinning itself into time.

For most animals, vitamin C is the silent worker in the background. It donates two electrons at a time, keeping enzymes alive, hydroxylating proline to stitch collagen, recycling BH₄ so dopamine and adrenaline can exist, stabilizing the fragile chemistry that holds tissues together. Without it, teeth loosen, wounds split, vessels rupture. Vitamin C is the unseen clockmaker in collagen, the spark plug of neurotransmitters, the river current that keeps blood’s walls intact. That’s why nearly every mammal still makes it in their liver, dripping chemistry into the blood day and night, but humans broke the pattern. We lost the gene and stopped making it. On the surface, it looks suicidal. Why would evolution delete the molecule that prevents your body from collapse? The answer is stranger than “fruit in the trees.” We didn’t just replace vitamin C with diet. We rewired the economy itself, and it wasn’t just in the tropics, even in northern latitude the land is loaded with hidden C, nettles in spring, rose hips in the hedgerows, sea buckthorn on the dunes, and seaweed on every tide. Migration never broke the contract. Melanin rose, not just pigment, but a semiconductor, absorbing the full spectrum of sunlight, storing photons like a living battery, and spitting out electrons in endless supply. Where C was a candle that burned itself out, melanin became the sun, flooding the circuit with renewable current. Losing constant C also gave timing to light, nitric oxide could now linger in storage, waiting for photons to crack it free in precise pulses. We never really lost C, we just handed its code to light.

In Britain, we once had evidence that invisible currents might be shaping despair, and then we stopped looking. Between 1969 and 1976, researchers traced more than 600 suicides across Shropshire and the West Midlands. They didn’t just study records, they literally went to the houses. They stood on the doorsteps where lives had ended, holding field meters, listening to the quiet buzz of the instruments as they measured the unseen atmosphere around each home. Again and again, the same pattern emerged “the strongest fields, the loudest invisible hum, were where people had chosen to end their lives”. The hum was strongest where hope was weakest. It wasn’t chance, wealth, faith or architecture, the only constant was the field itself. That discovery should have sparked a national investigation, but instead, it was buried. Britain found a signal at the doorsteps of the dead and chose to bury the research instead of the bodies. Suicide still takes more British lives than road accidents, and yet we spend almost nothing exploring the role of our environment, even as the background field around us has grown thicker with every new wire, tower and signal. In hospitals, the very same currents are applied on purpose, where pulsed electromagnetic fields are used to knit broken bones, to restart growth in tissues that had stopped, to repair what medicine alone could not. Becker proved that weak fields can direct cells like a conductor directs an orchestra, but his warning was simple. If fields can heal, then fields can also harm. The silence around this research is louder than the data itself, and the question you should be asking is why did we stop looking?

Everyone says grounding “fills you with electrons.” It doesn’t. In a living body, free electrons don’t sit and “charge you.” They react instantly. Biology isn’t a bucket for spare charge, it’s a precision voltage system running ion gradients, membrane potentials, and proton flow. Grounding doesn’t power you up. It returns you to Earth’s electrical reference so your signaling stays clean. When you’re insulated, your voltage drifts. Touch the ground → a tiny discharge spike equalizes you, then flow stops. No stream. No drip-feed. No electron buffet. This isn’t mystical. It’s physics: Not energy in. Noise out. Neutral = accuracy. Grounding stabilizes the baseline so your nervous system isn’t guessing. The Earth isn’t a charger its home base. So where did the myth come from? People confused a spark with a system. A TV tube or grounding strap collects electrons because it has: • vacuum • metal target • high voltage pushing a beam Living tissue is none of those things. It’s warm ion-rich water running controlled gradients. Different universe, different rules. They imported electronics metaphors into biology and built a fairy tale. Correct the metaphor, the truth snaps into place. Neutral isn’t empty. Neutral is precision. Grounding is calibration, not fuel.

Memory is not stored in matter, it is the matter, arranged in a way it can’t forget. Every lasting thing in the universe, from galaxies to cells, holds its past not in chemistry but in geometry, in the alignment that refuses to collapse. A skyrmion is one of those shapes. It’s not a particle, it’s a knot in a magnetic field, a twist so deep it can’t be erased without tearing the field itself. Its identity isn’t stored in atoms or charge but in geometry. The way every spin points, curls, and loops back through space. It’s topology made visible. You can crush it, heat it, flip it, and the pattern still remembers how it was wound. Why? Because what it holds isn’t energy alone, but orientation, a continuous mapping from the physical world into spin. To delete one, you’d have to unwind the universe itself. Physicists have learned how to summon them, briefly. Atom-thin films cooled near zero, ultrafast lasers, magnetic lattices coaxing spins into circular knots. For a moment, the field folds and memory appears, ‘a self-contained vortex of magnetism’. But then, just as quickly, it slips away. The knot relaxes, collapses, and disappears. The skyrmion remembers longer than almost anything else in matter, yet never long enough. Every experiment feels like a nervous system trying to recall a dream, the shape is there, and then boom, gone. The question is no longer whether these knots can exist, but who mastered them first, physicists or life? Because if these knots are so stable in theory, so resistant to disturbance, could it be that Mother Nature already learned to hold them? What if life itself is built upon stabilized spin topologies ‘sub-nanometer skyrmions’ formed not in magnetic metals, but in the photonic, hydrated architectures of biology? In melanin, in membranes, in microtubules, in systems where geometry meets light and coherence holds at body temperature. I believe this could be vital to understanding memory in life, not as chemistry, but as topology. A record written in spin, not substance. Where the first information wasn’t coded in DNA but in the way space itself twisted inside living matter. I call this the ‘Skyrmion Code’, where memory isn’t stored, it’s tied. Literally.

The mitochondrion is not a battery, nor a compartment for storing charge, nor a chamber for burning fuel. It is a living differential manifold, a curved biochemical domain where geometry governs delay, and connection, ‘not energy’ defines function. Its inner membrane does not merely fold to increase surface area, as the textbooks insist, it invaginates into a non-Euclidean topology, a warped and twisted lattice whose curvature is not decorative but operative, forcing every charge carrier, every proton, every flux of redox energy to obey the rules of torsion-based connection as defined not by classical diffusion, but by the affine connection, the mathematical backbone of differential geometry that instructs how vectors, spins, and potentials must rotate and reorient themselves when transported across a field that is no longer flat. These cristae are not folds in the ordinary sense, they are biological implementations of parallel transport, sculpted membranes that impose torsional delay and spatial memory onto subatomic trajectories, transforming what should be an entropic descent into a structured filtration of potential through curvature itself. And when that potential finally resolves, when the delayed proton falls through the gate, its trajectory curved and its coherence stretched, the membrane does not merely convert this tension into chemical work. It releases a photon. Not random, waste, nor thermal scatter, but UPE (ultra-weak photon emission) the structured, phase-linked residue of metric resolution, the moment when a twisted field relaxes and light carries away the fingerprint of geometry. This emission is not a byproduct of metabolism, but a signal, an optical trace of coherence, carrying spatial memory encoded not in DNA, but in the timing and shape of its release. The sharper the curvature, the longer the delay, the longer the delay, the more precise the emission, and the more precise the emission, the greater the coherence density embedded in that photon field. A field not of heat, but of biological memory preserved through torsion and broadcast through light. ATP is not the product. ATP is the artifact. The real output of this engine is the photon-tuned structure of coherence, a topological memory grid that extends beyond chemistry into the electromagnetic skeleton of the cell. Topology → Connection → Delay → Emission → Memory. This is no metaphor my friends, it is field theory folded into organelle, differential geometry made animate, a living Cartan diagram built from lipid and charge. The mitochondrion is not a metabolic machine. It is what I like to call a Cartan gate, a geometrically structured chronometer where curvature governs not only motion, but identity, not only work, but memory. You do not run on fuel. You run on a torsion field that folds space into time, and time into light.

Mitochondria were never engines, they’re brakes coming off. Biology sold you a factory, a furnace, a tiny power plant, because it made the math easier, but the reality is older and simpler: life isn’t powered by something being “made,” it’s powered by something being released. Charge already wants to flow, electrons already want to fall, protons already want to drift; the only question is how much resistance sits in the way, and mitochondria are the organelles that remove just enough impedance for the universe’s default direction to finally express itself inside a cell. That’s why metabolism looks like energy production when really it’s geometry correction, why ATP rises not because mitochondria “produce energy,” but because they lower the friction that stops energy from moving, why every disease maps to increased drag and every recovery maps to restored flow. You weren’t built to generate power. You were built to stop blocking it. Once you see that, the whole ATP-religion collapses in one line: you don’t run on molecules, you run on the removal of resistance.

Red light therapy (photobiomodulation) is not energy in itself, but a command signal. It tells your mitochondria to produce ATP, but offers no substrate in return. There’s no NAD⁺, no oxygen, no reserve, just the instruction to perform. In systems that are healthy, robust and buffered, this command leads to regeneration but in systems already strained, and already starving, the same command becomes a metabolic loan the body can’t repay. It creates a false sense of vitality, surface improvements masking a growing internal debt. RLT drives resources to the skin and peripheral tissues. You look better, yes, skin glows and wounds heal but beneath the surface, your brain fogs, your gut slows and your adrenals flatten. What looks like healing is often just misallocation. The glow is real, but so is the crash and the worst part? Most people don’t feel it until it’s too late. The system complies, even when there’s nothing left to give. Can red light still be used as a tool? Yes. But like any tool that alters biology, you need full awareness before you engage it, as terrain always comes first. Some call it recovery, real ones call it collapse disguised as progress. Credit to Corinna, who’s asking the right question: Not “Does red light work?” but “At what cost?”

You’re not just looking at “a strand of DNA.” You’re looking at the first time a human machine ever captured the texture of inheritance itself. Scientists stretched a thread of DNA across silicon pillars and hit it with an electron beam, expecting a blur, but instead the helix left a pattern: tiny dark–light ripples, perfectly spaced, like a frozen vibration. Those aren’t artifacts. They’re the standing waves of charge running through the double helix: • ridges where the electron cloud slows, • troughs where torsion drops and information locks, • a rhythm so regular it behaves more like a waveguide than a molecule. Biology teaches you DNA is a code. This image exposes the real physics: your genome is a slowed-down beam of light, twisted into matter, storing your entire lineage as geometry and delay. Once you see this texture, you stop imagining yourself as chemistry. You start to understand your cooled wave mechanics wearing skin.

Oxygen is not what your textbooks told you. It isn’t just “air.” It is a paramagnetic biradical (the only gas on the periodic table carrying two unpaired spins). That alone makes it alien. Now look at the diagram. Those strange shapes are orbitals, zones where electrons live. On the right: triplet oxygen. You see how the arrows point the same way, separated into different spaces? That’s two electrons with parallel spins in different orbitals. A magnetic shield. Triplet oxygen is calm, stable, and paramagnetic. Thats why 21% oxygen fills the sky without burning us alive, its spins refuse to engage with the paired electrons of living matter. On the left: singlet oxygen. Notice the arrows flipped, now they’re opposite, paired in the same orbital. That spin flip breaks the shield, and suddenly oxygen is unstable, reactive, luminous. Triplet → Singlet. Shield → Spark. That flip is the engine of biophotons. Every time mitochondria push oxygen into singlet state, matter drops from an excited configuration to ground state, and releases a photon. Ultra-weak light (UPE), but coherent enough to sculpt your growth, keep time in your cell cycle, and write morphogenesis into form. The paradox is clear: the molecule that should have killed life became the one that lets life shine.

When DHA was first isolated from brain tissue in the 1920’s, scientists realized it was unlike any other fat m six double bonds, dominating the retina and cortex. At the same time, cod liver oil was being pushed worldwide, but not for DHA, it was sold as vitamin A and D against rickets. By the 1970’s/80’s, the story changed, researchers tied DHA to vision and neural development, and the supplement industry moved fast. Fish oil capsules became the new “brain fuel,” marketed as the shortcut to intelligence, memory, and heart health. The idea spread so widely that everyone “knew” DHA in a bottle meant health, but the truth is always stranger than fiction. DHA isn’t a normal fat you can scoop out and sell. In biology, it’s buried in membranes, guarded by antioxidants and enzymes, so when you strip it from marine tissue and expose it to air and light, and it collapses instantly. Six double bonds torn open into rancid fragments. Every capsule is a coffin. Studies confirm over 90% of retail fish oil already exceeds rancidity limits, but they’re all poison. Those fragments don’t repair neurons, they stiffen them, seed inflammation, and slow the very signal speed DHA is meant to protect. The myth was flipped. What nature designed as the brain’s quantum antenna was sold back to us as sludge. Fish oil is not fuel its sabotage disguised as health. The only certified form of DHA comes from sea creatures packed with all the antioxidants it needs to stay shielded.

What really is a mitochondria? In textbooks, they lay it out as a “battery” or “the powerhouse of the cell” but we live in 2025, that vision is completely outdated. The mitochondria sculpt subatomic flow, that makes them something else entirely. Time-benders. They’re not just containers for reactions. They’re shapes that bend charge, slow it down, and release it with surgical precision. The folds inside aren’t just for space, they force protons to twist and wait. That delay creates order, and when the proton drops, it doesn’t just spin a turbine, it emits a photon. The photon doesn’t store memory directly, but it defines the geometry into which memory can be stored. Wherever a photon has passed, a signature remains, Not written in atoms, but in the spin of space itself.

With repeated or high-dose use, methylene blue doesn’t stop at the brain. It seeps into the retinal pigment epithelium, the eye’s power grid where light, oxygen, and melanin never rest. Here, oxygen tension peaks and photons hit endlessly. The dye’s absorption peak mirrors sunlight itself (660nm). Under that frequency, the molecule flips into its triplet state, handing energy to oxygen and birthing singlet oxygen within micrometres of the membrane that keeps vision alive. That’s where the burn begins. Lipids ignite, photoreceptor disks are shed, stem-cell renewal halts. At first, a faint shadow drifts across the gaze but then hours later, the macula blanches, and the fovea falls silent. No pain, no redness, just a hole in the world that never heals. Even surface contact isn’t innocent. Methylene blue binds protein, holds light, and waits. Under oxygen and illumination, it reacts. A weakened barrier or careless dose lets it slip deeper, into a layer where transparency is sacred and recovery impossible. It doesn’t need blood to burn, only light, access, and time. And in the modern world, that fuse never sleeps. Daylight/full spectrum LEDs, red light panels, surgical lamps, even a camera flash all bleed the same 660 nm band that excites the dye. Once it’s in you, every photon becomes a spark. There was never clarity, only acceleration toward decay. Methylene Blue doesn’t heal light; it weaponizes it. Every photon that enters the eye becomes a blade against its own sight.

Most people think fish oil feeds the brain. It doesn’t, it built the brain. Your neurons aren’t powered by calories; they run on a marine molecule named DHA. Unknown to nearly everyone: the brain doesn’t accept free DHA from capsules. A transporter called MFSD2A only recognizes LPC-DHA, the form created when you digest real fish or shellfish. That’s why a 2025 replication study showed no brain DHA rise from supplements, the gate was closed. Your brain protects its DHA pool like a vault as it renews it every few months, not days. You can’t spike it, you can only maintain it through living foods that match the sea’s chemistry. Each DHA molecule has six double bonds, a structure so flexible that electrons travel through it almost at light speed, turning membranes into liquid circuits. That’s why the retina and synapse pack DHA more densely than any tissue on Earth. Humans can’t make enough DHA from plants (less than 1 % conversion) so marine life is our missing circuit board. Cold-water species keep that fat fluid even under pressure, the same physics that stabilizes dopamine and focus after a seafood meal. Real fish also bring their bodyguards: Selenium shields DHA from oxidation, iodine calibrates neuron timing, taurine keeps the signal clean. No pill replicates that ecosystem. Your brain isn’t vegan, synthetic, or lab-built, it’s an ocean engine and it still answers to the tide.

Physics just caught up with biology. Nature Physics dropped images of a quantum spin liquid; a perfect ring of circulating spin, a toroidal state that protects information by geometry alone. They’re calling it “exotic magnetism.” But look closely. It’s the same pattern life uses inside you: – pigment domains – Fe–S clusters – DNA twists – mitochondrial cristae – ion channels Every place biology needs memory or timing, it forces spins into this exact toroidal geometry. Rocks show it at the macro scale. Cells do it at the quantum scale. Life didn’t invent coherence. It inherited the blueprint from matter itself. And no one else is saying it.

Methylene blue is safe if you use it once as a party trick to stain your tongue blue. That’s as far as it should go for most people. At that dose, your redox buffers, glutathione, NADPH, catalase, they all catch the extra current and neutralize it, the stain fades, then the system moves on. Even under the right conditions methylene blue can save lives. In the ER it flips hemoglobin back online in methemoglobinemia, and some long COVID patients use it to jolt exhausted mitochondria but that’s a scalpel, not a supplement, and scalpels cut if you play with them, because the safety is conditional. In G6PD deficiency, one drop can rupture red blood cells. Why? Methylene blue must be reduced by NADPH to work and without that enzyme, it stays oxidized, strips electrons from hemoglobin, and triggers hemolysis. The same molecule that rescues one person detonates another whose defences are down. That’s the truth biohackers skip, methylene blue doesn’t “help” mitochondria. It hijacks them and forces electrons to jump compartments. Sometimes that keeps flow alive but the same shortcut can stall Complex IV, reverse current and flood you with reactive oxygen species, and guess what? The environment always shifts. Oxygen tension flickers, proton gradients rise and fall. Redox ratios swing with light, food, sleep, even mood, these currents change minute to minute. Without live mapping of those states, you cannot control where methylene blue sends its charge. So yeah it’s safe as a dye and powerful as a tool but if you lean on it daily you erode the electron pads that write the script of life. Life doesn’t give you spare circuits. Once those pads are burnt there’s no reset button. Physics remembers, but it doesn’t forgive, as that blue stain fades from your tongue, but not from your cells. Once the pads collapse, you’re not just breaking metabolism you’re erasing the alphabet life writes in.

Your Light Gurus Are Clueless Parrots If you actually understood ‘escape physics’ you’d be terrified of how your lights trap you at night: the night sky is a cosmic cold sink that pulls heat, charge and infrared straight out of your skin and fascia. But the moment you step indoors you cut yourself off from that gradient and sit inside a sealed box where energy circles like stale air and your whole body stays in low-grade negotiation with the room. Incandescents, Edison bulbs, halogens, sauna lamps (anything with a scorching filament) aren’t “warm,” they’re IR cannons pressurising a cage and swapping them for ‘circadian-safe’ red or amber LEDs doesn’t win you anything… it just removes the burn while keeping the trap. Red light drags energy upward but gives it no exit, so it builds surface congestion, retina still reporting, skin still absorbing, fascia still bracing, your field pressed against four walls instead of bleeding into the cosmos the way biology evolved to. Night was designed as a clean thermodynamic escape into a cold, silent universe; fill your cave with soft red glow and all you’ve done is make the prison atmospheric.

Originally designed as a dye and emergency antidote, methylene blue manipulates the electron flow that powers your cells, but the same chemistry that can restore life in a hospital can quietly turn your bloodstream against you. The social media crowd is oblivious to this, as they believe it just ‘boosts mitochondria” but in reality it squeezes your arteries and thickens your blood. By blocking the nitric-oxide → guanylate-cyclase pathway that keeps vessels relaxed, MB strips away your body’s natural pressure release. Arteries constrict, capillary flow slows, and every slowdown increases the odds of platelet collision and clot formation. Meanwhile its redox cycling oxidises fat and scars the vessel wall. Smooth endothelium becomes like sandpaper and platelets stick, fibrin nets begin to form and micro-clots bloom where you’ll never feel them forming. The retina, kidneys and brain go first, the smallest pipes always clog before the mains. Don’t ever forget that and when you stack on intense training, fasting or cold exposure, the danger just compounds. Anything that shifts fluids like electrolytes, or even vascular tone can magnify MB’s constrictive effect. In trauma bays, under monitors, and certain circumstances MB really does saves lives, but used casually as a “mitochondrial hack,” can quite literally turn your circulation into a pressure chamber. Not sure who on earth would believe it’s an enhancement, just remember whoever you see dosing it casually is inflicting self-induced vascular clots.

The body isn’t electric. It’s protonic. If you still think life runs on “electricity,” you’re arguing with 1980s instruments. That’s how far behind you are. You’re using yesterday’s tools to describe a system that was never built out of wires in the first place. If biology were electric, hospitals would image electrons. They don’t. They image protons, because that’s where the organism actually speaks. MRI is a proton scanner; the medical world already admitted the truth without understanding what they confessed. Voltage is not the engine. Voltage is debris, the footprint left behind when proton order slows enough for a meter to notice. Calling the organism “electric” is confusing the glow for the generator. It’s looking at a spark on the surface and thinking you’ve understood the core. Here is the architecture, not a theory, not an argument, just the cold sequence your cells obey: Light → Spin → Water → Protons → Membranes → Voltage - Light writes time. - Spin decides what’s even allowed to happen. - Water builds the lanes. - Protons carry the bias. - Membranes convert that bias (Δp) into mechanical torque (ATP synthase). - Voltage is just the receipt, not the purchase. You don’t get to debate this as this isn’t an opinion. This is the order of operations written into soft-matter physics, quantum spin chemistry, and mitochondrial machinery. If you’re still shouting “bioelectric,” you’re not describing biology, you’re describing the limitations of the first machines built to measure it. You’re reading the smoke and calling it fire, praising the shadow and ignoring the object that casts it. Becker wasn’t wrong, he was just early. He listened with voltmeters because that’s all he had. Respect his courage, then follow the data he never lived to see. Give him proton channels, hydration wires, spin-gated conduction, Δp turbines, and he wouldn’t spend a second with the “wire” crowd. He’d say what I’m saying: Electric was the doorway, but protonic’s is the room. So let’s put this in a sentence that can’t be dodged: The body is NOT photo-bio-electric. The body IS photo-bio-protonic. - Electricity is the echo. - Protons are the system. - Voltage is the artifact. - Δp is the engine. - Spin is the permission. - Water is the medium. - Light is the clock. You weren’t wrong, you were just looking at the afterglow, not the machinery. If that sentence shakes you, good. It means your map finally updated to the century you’re living in.

I’m unaware of anyone who doesn’t use A.I. There’s a weird aura of it in this whole social media world, as many don’t like admitting they use it and many of those who call people out use it themselves, but they ovbs keep their wordplay short, that way they feel protected as it’s harder for a normal person to notice, but I literally see through it and I know many do. I don’t believe you should use it to have normal conversations amongst one another, it’s weird. Either way, you can still use LLM’s and get shit wrong like many people do. At this point it’s not about who uses the engine it’s about who can control, teach and extract from it the right way. Peace guys ✌🏽