April 10, 2019 

What was the last physical item you were absolutely hellbent, dead set on acquiring? A rare book, a rare record, perhaps a specific curio. In a different time, a different place, a different daimension, when the material world used to matter, this item was the Sunn Model T amplifier. 

This isn’t where my story began, but it is an escalation worthy of a starting point.

‘Run, Shadowfax! Show us the meaning of haste!’ 

If you give your vehicle a name, you can think of it as a friend.

Shadowfax was a Subaru Impreza, the white fiberglass horse with a heart of aluminum, armed with the AI Eyesight, carrying my best friend and I from Detroit to Oshkosh, Wisconsin for the purpose of acquiring the first of many Sunn amplifiers in his collection. 

This trip is going perfectly fine, very normal, the design seeming rather human, as we make our way from Michigan into Illinois; living in the Midwest, one becomes a professional at the art of the Road Trip™ rather quickly. 

Somewhere past Chicago, into Wisconsin, we hit a snow squall, a whiteout wall… the MKUltra Blizzard. You would not be out in this weather unless you absolutely had to be, the winter demon of billions of fractal flakes swallowing up any vehicle that dares to confront it, the physical world around the bubble of the vehicle as yet unrendered.

Center lane for safety, a reasonable pace given the weather conditions; I’ve lived in Michigan almost my entire life, I’m no stranger to navigating inclement weather. We can see maybe 10 or 15 feet in front of us, tops, which is pretty decent considering.

All clear. 

The music is good, climate control adjusted just right, snacks on deck, conversation enjoyable.

All clear.

If I am traveling at 50 miles per hour and can see approximately 15 feet in front of me, how much reaction time does that give me? 

All clear. 

The abandoned minivan parked in our lane, dead stopped, no hazard lights, no nothing, came up before either of us had time to fully process its presence. The Gates of Ballard opened, JGs ‘Crash’ come to fruition in the plotline of reality.

Shit. 

*BAM.*

This much I know to be true. 

We’re driving a Subaru, right? Japanese for Pleiades. I’ll take that protection, sure. The cool part about the Subaru is the feature I mentioned previously called AI Eyesight, detecting last minute obstacles and acting accordingly with an automatic reflex that most humans can never achieve. 

It was more of a jump than a swerve, as the car course-corrected itself into the adjacent right lane at the last second possible.

This does not explain the sonic perception that shook reality, the vehicle, the physical vessel, that both Loach and I experienced. 

There was a massive fucking bang like we hit this stopped, dark vehicle dead on. 

And here I am, writing this in August of 2023. 

Did we experience a miracle, saved by science and artificial intelligence, the protection of Pleiades?

Is this seven minutes of dimethyltryptamine after the initial departure from the realm of the living? Am I already in the ground? Am I still on the freeway, a mangled mess of blood, fiberglass, and steel, waiting to be discovered by some passerby? Am I in the hospital, reality passing by as I lie unresponsive in a coma? Yes, to all of the above. When consciousness suddenly ceases to be conscious as it has known consciousness, it is theorized that it continues on doing what it has always done. Have I really felt alive since this point in time?

This event created a qubit system of existence within the quantum mind. It took this initial scenario of the stopped vehicle in the blizzard, and from this base, created a multitude of possible fractal realities that I experience in simultaneousness.

The simultaneousness comes from a place of not knowing what actually happened; there are some unknowns better left as unknowns, for the sheer possibility of it all. 

Every so often, I hear things as if from what one could call ‘The Outside’. The thinking brain does not take part in this act of receiving. Entire scenes of dialogues between characters relative to me. There are three main fractals to this base. I am doing my best to explain something very complex right now. 

This first fractal takes the evidence of the bang, the juxtaposition of a lifetime lived in the seven minutes of dimethyltryptamine, and establishes a me that is well and truly dead. I have heard my funeral so many times, so many deaths, this being one of the strongest. This branches off, a reality where my best friend died with me, and a reality where he lived; the possible realities in which he lived fractaling even further. 

The second fractal is a reality which I have come to title the Coma Mirror. It is a reality in which I am, solidly, in a coma. Time does not come through in a linear fashion whatsoever and it is highly apparent when I am experiencing this reality in particular; it reiterates certain items in different fashions, at times me being highly aware of this state and the entities outside aware of my awareness, other times hearing my loved ones desperate for any shred of communication from the me within. This fractals into a reality in which I want to wake up, a reality in which I recognize I cannot, for I am in too deep, realities in which my internet connected head is due to experimental science trying to assist in conscious communication from within the Coma. 

The third fractal… I perceive myself to be very much alive as I stand in my kitchen typing this. If the AI Eyesight system in the Subaru did effectively move us out of the way of the obstacle in time, what was the source of the sonic perception? Both of us heard this noise.

It breaks down to the fractals of, which given iteration am I in at this point? Because of uncertainty, thanks, Heisenberg, I am effectively, from a mental perspective, in all of them. 

There are other fractal realities beyond these which I have explained, weaving in and out of each other, merging, converging, myself both at the center and beyond the outer rim of it all.  This is how I experience reality regarding almost anything that is not verified in physical certainty, and even then, how verifiable is that, really? Perceiving the reality in which the semi truck smashes into the rear end of our already totaled vehicle, sandwiching us in between itself and the minivan. Perceiving the reality from within the Coma Mirror, the surgeon telling me he is going to fix my face so when, if, I wake up, I will not be extremely distressed by the physical ruin of my visage. Perceiving fractals upon fractals, coalescing and fractaling again.

In at least one reality, we made it to Oshkosh; the proof of this is the amplifier residing in the basement of the place I used to live.

If you’ve never camped in a Wal-Mart parking lot in the backseat of an SUV during a snowstorm, I highly recommend it for the liminal experience of it all. The waking up every so often because it’s cold, turning the heat on briefly but not long enough for the snow on the windshield, blocking out the overhead lights in the lot, to melt, the slight annoyance of the crevasse of the folded-down seat pressing into that one particular spot on your back as you rotate like a rotisserie trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Soft, everything so soft; the light, the snow, the cold. 

My friend, anxious the next morning to go get his hands on this rarity of an amplifier. Driving around with me still half asleep in the trunk of the hatchback, hearse-like, as if this is what could have been happening and the self, in death, could not process the lack of life, only what it already knew. 

The morning of April 11, 2019, a Doomsday Algorithm date like my birthdate and so many other dates relevant to the Algorithm, we acquired this Sunn Model T. In the United States, we date that 4/11; 411 is what we call here for information. I can say, at this point in time, the information has been well and thoroughly received.