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Ayrat Minikhuzin
On the Creation of Bitcoin and the Satoshi Nakamoto Group
Part 5.The unknown and the secret.
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© Ayrat Minikhuzin, 2025
Conversations with Count Saint-Germain, About my children, Secrets about the creators of Bitcoin, Maketcoin code, Before you understand the essence of the book, you need to read the first 4.
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Contents
Part 5. About the creation of Bitcoin and the Satoshi Nakamoto group.
Unknown and secret.
Satoshi Nakamoto’s group created many interesting things in its life. It all started, as I wrote in earlier parts of my book series, with antivirus software, email clients — all of that was interesting, but the main thing was the creation of Bitcoin. Hull Finney wrote that Craig Wright was pestering me with questions about money, meaning he’d do everything himself. I responded that pointless funding could dry up. I also felt sorry for the money. After all, I didn’t want to pay $10,000, even though I hadn’t seen any work. Soon, Hull Finney wrote that funding would be cut off by 50% and that I would write the Bitcoin code myself. It was tough.
Raphael.
I remember being at home, and a voice called me in a dream that a miracle would happen tomorrow, something many would only talk about in their heads and no one would be able to replicate. I asked what exactly it said — that the child’s DNA would be altered, as the child was currently suffering and dark forces were overpowering him, draining all his strength. The voice said you’d see everything for yourself, just don’t tell anyone too much right now.
I woke up in the morning and had to get ready for work, as I was leaving for school in Ufa the next day. This happened in 2000, in Nizhnekamsk.
That evening, my father gave me the car keys and told me to go to the chief accountant’s house and talk to her, saying that either my father or my fictitious uncle Marcel (a con man) would be picking her up for work instead of me.
When I arrived at the chief accountant’s house, I heard a child crying. And then I heard the voice again, “Look!” I rang the bell. The chief accountant opened the door, greeted her, and then I saw a child in his arms, crying loudly, but it didn’t sound like crying, more like the roar of an animal. Then my gaze caught the child’s gaze, and I heard a voice reciting the Protestant prayer, “Our Father,” and saying, “Behold, Raphael, Papa has come,” and the child sank into my heart. I stood there for another 30 seconds, conf
