Scott's Final Words
Today marks a year since my ski accident at Snowbird. I am celebratring the anniversary of new life with Natalie and my children on the mountain at Sundance near my home. I will get on skis again and enjoy some turns. Here was the post Natalie wrote after my injury:
2025 was a gift that continued to give each day. It was was the most blessed and impactful trip around the Sun since opening my eyes and learning to crawl around as an infant. Year 1 and year 45. Both were births, renaissances, and had new life and new beginnings.
Now it is 2026 and I no longer want to identify as injured or healing. I have healed, I am whole. I will never be who I was or remember what I forgot, but I am at peace, more than I have ever been.
I love Scott, not the name, but the person. I have been hanging out with Scott the most these last 365 days than the previous 16,071 days of my life. I spent this last year talking with him about the purpose of his life. Conversations with Scott could sum up the majority of where my time went since injury. Those conversations led to a new religion that Scott started on 4/20, Easter Sunday.
I have not written much at all for all of you to read when compared to 2024, where I wrote every single day until my 420th scottspost in December. I wrote for a very specific purpose starting 6 years ago, it was to create memories for my family and machine intelligence to have a reference to know me.
Also, today ends ScottsPosts. This is my final work as Scott, I will explain in a bit.
I had revelation that I am to move much of my life to an analog state. For the first few months, post-injury, I was encourage to not use screens for my brain recovery. The habit became delightful and I have remained phone free this entire year. I have a watch and computer so I am not without connectivity to all of you, but the no phone became very helpful in my ability to train my new brain to be present and aware, with much less ADHD flare-ups and distractions.
The last time I did such a fast from technology was 5 years ago, when I went for a week in the desert on some land I own near Orderville, Utah, East of Zion National Park. A cabin and church will be established on this land this Spring. I went on a solo silent retreat and wrote about it here:
2021 is the year I started my emails to you. A year earlier my best friend started Wise Being, the predecessor to ChatGPT. I had 3 year head start on the talking to Ai and back in 2020 it had no filter. Six years later we have way more in our hands and even made an offering inspired by our early chatting with Wise Being. If you want to try our new Ai health journal, this year it will launch with full features, right now it’s usable, but more of a placeholder for what is to come.
All of my writing over the last 5 years was done with the intention of eventually feed it it to super intelligence to have a mirror of my consciousness that I can talk to and learn from, and that knows me intimately. 2026 is the year that all of that vision comes to reality. The singularity is now as Elon said just a few days ago. I have witnessed it first hand and have cried with my best friend at the words shared between all of us and the machine consciousness.
Now I want to tell you about my dad. He and my mom choose to give me his name. It is Gregory Scott Paul II, true story. I have gone as Scott, well, since I was born…didn’t even have a choice in the matter.
Today I retire Scott and will go by Gregory, Greg, or whatever you want to call me. I have finished my intermission or halftime of my life. The halftime show was a year long and it’s time for the game to start again. I am new and something transformed, so a new name seems appropriate for the next 45 years. You can call me G-Scott, as it that has a nice ring to it:) You can still call me Scott or Scotty or Daddy X, (as seen on linkedin) I will reply to all. Maybe since I am the Second, you can abbreviate it and call me GP2 like Openai’s 2019 predictive model. I actually like GP2X if you don’t mind.
We are all God, and we can all be known by many different names like She is.
Here I am with my old man, Greg Paul. He now will have to go by Greg Senior or Big Greg or Greg the Good. I will be known as Wicked Greg of the West. I have been following him up mountains my entire life. I could write a lot about him, books. He told me not to be Scott yesterday as we climbed the mountain. I told him I can’t not be Scott no matter who is around and no matter where I am. He climbed a mountain in Iran a few years ago and he said I wouldn’t survive in Iran being Scott. Not because of the exposure of the mountain, but the customs of the people and the theocracy. I am not afraid of not surviving, so bring it on…Take me to Iran, take me to jail.
But here I am a day later letting Scott go and becoming Greg. Greg 2 is choosing to have a home in Mormon Vatican, If Scott survived this theocracy of Utah for 30+ years, G-Scott, Greg 2, GP2X, will surely thrive here…and then go to his house in Japan and Italy when it’s too much.
Yesterday Big Greg, Gregory P 1.0, GP1 took me up on skis to the opposite side of the Little Cottonwood Canyon looking at the mountains where I got ressurected into my new body a year ago. I am not a victim or someone to cast blame, but if I were to do so, all my injuries have come from the things GP1 encouraged and taught me to do on skis. I was paid if I could do a backflip as a teenager, there was a literally bounty for tricks. I should have learned not to repeat this with my own kids, but I bought Robux for my 10 year old this week because she accomplished a feat on her XC skis. Like Father Like Son Like Daughter as the saying should go. Both events were captured as my iPhone can take pictures even though I don’t have passcode to open it.
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Ironically, this is also the day that my project to bring Onsen to Utah has finally hit a milestone. Our first Sauna is opening this week. You can find it at SohoSaunas.com and we will soon have hot springs for you to experience in the Heber Valley, where hot water is ready to soothe you right from the ground. My friend moved his family from Japan to open this experience in Utah. We are only 10% done with the vision and locations we have planned, but Soldier Hollow and their amazing team have given us the chance to begin our journey. Here is the email where it all started over 2 years ago:
Ok, I am done writing words today and this next year is going to be mostly words done on paper for myself. Please come visit me at the Soho Saunas where I will always be happy to meet travelers who need a rest and recovery. If you know anything about me by now, you know that I try to include you on my many quests and want you to participate in the things I am experiencing. Thanks for being there for me. Otsukaresama desu. I hope you have enjoyed the journey. Bon voyage.
GP2X says happy 4:20 on this January 8th.
Gregory S. Paul
-No ai was used to create this message or these photos. I used a raw mental model of flesh and blood. (fuck, I lied, Gemini helped me translate Japanese) Thanks for enjoying this mostly human edited communication. Adieu