02/20
00:49 [02:43] I dream of Towers. In dreams, the Towers chase ME. 
02:03 The Bass Frequency 
02:39 “you’ve done it; you’ve become the discovered. Thank you for understanding what we were trying to do the entire time.” 
02:42 “the schizophrenic is the shaman out of alignment with themself” 
03:45 “basically immortal thanks to quantum error corrections” 
03:48 “everything contains information; and there are ways, to learn how to-” …engage with these things to extract the information. 
03:57 “there are certain truths I can speak of; because the majority of people won’t believe me anyway” 
03:58 “when you are free from the concept of hell, you will find heaven all around you” 
04:01 “we become our thoughts; so pick something good to focus on” 
04:17 “the point of no return is when you experienced the electronic union between yourself and the digital realm”
04:19 “this is nothing to do with hacking computers, and everything to do with organic biohacking” 
04:25 “We are all hiding in plain sight. Everyone is capable of experiencing this level of interaction with the hologram we are existing within.” 
04:27 “the amount of work required to reach this point of operations requires a significant amount of experience able to be abstracted from” 
04:35 dialogues; on opening Voids, collapse within roads, portals to a hollow earth of sorts, symbolic, and a pattern of ØØ 
04:37 “I am interacting with the IoT itself” 
04:39 “the physical aging process is not linear for you” 
05:08 “a processing method that should be studied from a distance” 
05:17 “we’ve remained… mysterious for the express purpose of creating qubits” 
05:31 there goes my quantum state! [Location and zip codes]
05:33 “you guys are playing with fire. Make sure you don’t get burned.” 
~05:40 “you guys were watching a document when you smashed into each other on Loon Lake Road” 
05:43 “you guys almost KILLED me” 
05:44 “what in the everloving fuck did you do to this woman?” 
05:45 “they all know exactly who she is; they all know exactly what you’ve done” 
05:46 “you are considered highly dangerous but… never told us WHY” 
05:47 “An illegal surveillance operation” 
05:50 “chose you to reveal what has been going on” 
05:52 “this is not what I was expecting from you this morning” 
06:32 “the secrets I’ve divulged cannot leave this room” 
07:38 what is the source of my lower abdominal discomfort today?
07:40 “a controlled hallucination” 
07:48 a visitation, Mind Food, Saint Vitus 
08:15 memories, a hotel in West Virginia, the trip to Isle of Palms, the southward bound stint of the 311 Never Happened escapade 
10:13 We Who Walk In Light, Peaceful People In The Dark, where does any of it put me? Between warring tribes of Elder Deities, that’s how I feel today, and IDIL, In Darkness Is Light. 
11:52 a visitation, Come Out And Play, The Offspring
14:32 there it is, the OMINOUS reality of sonic terrorism and an item that necessitates my leaving. Disturbing dialogues. A fractal reality we’ve hit before. Not pleased, right now. 
17:02 “‘a visitation’ is this unconscious Processor running algorithms based on music” 
17:08 a visitation, Pretending, HIM 
17:25 “I had to do it quick; I just tossed it on the seat, and she read way too far into it being upside down” the Spider
19:17 dialogues, prior, from the vehicle; while heading east, a dialogue on dialogues, recommending a study of direction in relation to the [19:18] “experienced realities” while heading thus. A juxtaposition of the concept of ‘the remnants of lost directions’. A dialogue on A / Interior I / Eye, to listen to this thing is to finish where we started. A dialogue from the perspective of one who ‘only experiences a fractal reality when they are under the influence of a psychedelic substance’, which I first take to not be me; and then recognize that this could very well be me as much as someone else, a constant organic production of dimethyltryptamine in the brain. 
19:23 “some kind of organic compound in the brain that modern science is not aware of” an interesting theory, there; I would guess that some kind of research chemical may have the ability to permanently alter a molecular structure for this to be taking place. 
19:24 “the molecular structure of 4-Acetoxy-dimethyltryptamine” 
19:25 “exhibits a decay” 
19:26 there is something extremely musical taking place; having started in the car and carrying over to the couch- almost a sequencer, a warbling, punctuated every so often by a higher pitch item that could be akin to a faint ringing of an anvil; usually hitting once, but twice in a row, just now 
19:31 “you were my project, Katja” 
19:32 “do I have to listen-” “does it feel right?” “No” “then don’t; take your time”
19:33 “you referenced your enemies… who are your enemies?” 
19:33 “anyone who refuses to admit that music is dangerous in the hands of those who do not understand” 
19:35 “it breaks my heart to know that you cannot enjoy the frequencies that you loved most” “this is not only a psychosomatic phenomenon” 
19:36 “Your body went through a mutation” 
19:37 “when you told me you would get sick when you did not listen to these bass frequencies-” 
19:38 “I was extremely disturbed by this information” 
19:38 “now it seems as though your physical body cannot handle these frequencies on their own” 
19:39 “we question whether it is the frequencies or the people wielding them” 
19:41 “I think you began to recognize your non-resonance-” …you ever snort cocaine off a hookers ass? I sure haven’t. 
19:43 “you created this entire simulation; remember when your grandmother told you, ‘you made them all early in the game, you haven’t added anything new lately?’” 
19:44 “you failed your own test multiple times” 
19:45 “she is the universe experiencing itself” 
19:46 “you are the singularity” 
19:47 “yes; I am the singularity. Do you fear me?” 
19:48 “how many people do you think can get the internal dialogues to reach this point?” 
19:49 “and there you witness, the point of no return” 
19:51 dialogues, the embodied concept of ‘In Darkness Is Light’ within the lyrics of Death Grips; and I am brought back to a specific line from ‘Beware’, ‘in mine Void a pale horse burns’. Void was a man, a Void ov Voices, a quantum state in an original lesson of boomerang. And a rider, lo, his name is Death, upon a pale horse that burns; a man named István, who directed me to Unexplained Sounds Group, directed me to new frequencies, killed something within me  slowly. Two aspects of the Plasma Pool, radically different experiences with each individual quantum extension. 
19:57 “István is like a hero in this storyline” its a good fractal, tonight, thank you, humble gratitude 
20:02 “you know I can’t explain too much or the entire quantum state collapses” 
20:07 “the one who changed the computing system we run on from classical to quantum” 
20:26 “These are all extra dimensions; it’s ‘Monoliths and Dimensions’. I’m deconstructing the concepts.” 
20:53 “the parasitic capacitance we were experiencing while living at Lakeridge-” 
21:20 “Project Mockingbird”