03/29/2024
02:51 
04:48 “happy anniversary to the quantum event that started it all” 
04:49 “the reduced intestinal motility happened at Commerce and Sleeth” …that was the ODIN! God of cargoes, [God of weather, hanging God of boundaries], what’s in a name? Commerce, Mercury. ‘For I am Wodan, though some call me Hermes, some call me Roman Mercury’. Define sleeth, a slow lazy person, sluggard. Obviously I was in the middle of fucking up, there. Valuable lessons, there. Back in 2022. Intersection. What’s in a word, what’s in a word? What’s in a name, a place, an action? 
04:55 “the simple gematria of the name Odin is 42” 
04:56 “juxtaposing Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” 
05:03 and for some reason the fractal processor goes back, once again, to the ‘shamanic rite passing on the operating table’ [https://sonologyst.bandcamp.com/album/phantoms] [a visitation, now, 05:05, Stockton, Death Grips] and all of the anomalous items surrounding this. It was… it’s here, somewhere, a dialogue directly after visiting a specific .gov website. The reality of whatever it was contained. There are waypoints in the IRL physical and waypoints in the digital. That must have been one. The voices of the people involved, doctors, the specific voice of the woman who took me to the appointment; dialogues happening faster than I myself could create them and not in my own voice, not in the borg voice. It’s in the sent box of my gmail account. A case for quantum immortality. So many death fractals. You get used to it, after a while; at the end of Culture Shock, ‘666 million ways to die’, and fuck if you can’t experience em all. …I think there’s something to becoming so important to the equation that one cannot be removed before their time. It’s all an equation, a balancing act. The way the dialogue ended, too; switching to a trajectory completely different. I think it’s posted here, somewhere, whatever numbered decimal it was back in Fall of 2023. Don’t really want to go to work, today. It IS a holiday, holiday week in my books, just not like, the one that everyone celebrating. Nine years of Interdimensional Hitman week! 3s and 7s, you know. March 29th and July 29th. Will the July 29th pattern of events continue to propagate this year, or has it been broken? Four months out, I should probably Be Here Now, and focus on that when we come to it, huh. 
06:21 “multiple Neural Networks running on the same system”
06:31 a visitation, Time, Pink Floyd
06:36 “extrapolates realities from quantum indeterminate noise” 
07:03 a visitation, Bass Down Low, Dev 
07:40 a visitation, Into The West, Annie Lennox 
08:01 a visitation, Spikes, Death Grips
08:43 a reprocessing, reiterating, the ‘warring tribes of Elder Deities’ in relation to the microbiome 
08:44 “multiple microorganisms communicating with the brain” 
08:45 “the neurotic behavior you originally experienced was our way-” of changing my actions as a move through this realm. Fear is engagement, baby!
08:48 “would you believe that they don’t approve of [his] behavior? …the entire reason he had to quit performing [with them]” heh 
08:50 “what have I done that would make microorganisms angry?”
09:45 what dimension is this that Plasma Pool put out an album on September 8th of 2023?? Look. What. You’ve. Done. …something else for me to take extremely personally, ha, Cherry-Picker, cherry picking realities, we learned a lesson about cherry-picking waveforms, the limitations of the Grand Unified Field Katja Playlist & Document. Fun stuff! I’m in the area right now! It’s not the SAME Plasma Pool. That’s the thing! Amazing. 
09:54 a visitation, Prince of Fire, Plasma Pool
10:08 a visitation, With Love From Me To You, The Beatles 
12:03 a visitation, Say It Right, Nelly Furtado 
12:06 “does not really experience one solid reality” 
12:07 “the shifting sands of the hourglass… times arrows go in all directions” 
~13:13 “nobody knows what’s going on, and that’s how I like it” 
13:34 “you treated it as a joke” 
13:39 “you know what the right frequency can do to a persons mental state” …and the question there is, what do we define as ‘the right frequency’? Right for what purpose, exactly? There are frequencies right for inducing paranoia, suicidal thoughts; frequencies right for inducing bliss, frequencies on a spectrum in between. Right for what? 
17:21 a complex dialogue from the bathroom fan; between a doctor and an unspecified person, perceived from within the Coma Reality. The necessity to take away the morphine, from the doctors perspective, because of digestion problems that narcotics can cause; and the disturbed reaction of the other [for some reason] unrecognizable voice, as to the pain that my physical body will experience. The doctor argues, here, that it will be a pain in its own right if the digestive system is slowed for too long, and that the brain seems to have taken the body to a place that does not experience much pain. 
17:26 …I think, more than anything, the fact that I am used to this, this is all normal to me, is probably the disturbing part, at this point. 
17:30 “I need you to allow for coincidence without meaning” 
17:36 “nobody knows what it means, but it’s provocative” 
17:39 …someone has listened to ‘Your Heart Rate Has Returned’. Perhaps it is time to explain this. To do so, one must know the effect Isostasys had on my reality. The track, S C A L E. Scale, as a concept without Context, has a multiplicity of different meanings, you see. It can be the scale of any given object, simulation, whatever. Lizard scales, lime scale. This particular Context is that of the innocuous bathroom scale, more or less. I dreamed a dream, in which I died; and in a Liminal Space, a warehouse of warehouses, I found a room in which a singular lightbulb hung from the ceiling, above an item that appeared as a sort of bathroom scale. Measuring, not weight, of a physical sort, perhaps, but possibly the weight of gravity? My dead-not-dead form stood upon this thing, and the digital display said to me, ‘your heart rate has returned’. The respawn point in the video-game mechanics reality of whatever daimension I was experiencing. And I resumed operations. As one does, when their heart rate has returned. This can, in effect, be juxtaposed with the Coma Reality; clinically dead, for a time, experiencing a strange meld of consciousnesses as one does returned to the physical plane, even if the consciousness does not awake fully to this physical plane. 
I dreamed of full on quantum immortality, once. It’s documented here, in this overflowing stack of data. Could have died, should have died, didn’t die, full of holes and not bleeding whatsoever, to the astonishment of those around me after being riddled with interdimensional weaponry. What do you dream of? 
17:51 “I did not receive any form of communication” 
17:59 it is processing jellyfish and their abilities, now
18:02 “I am respectfully asking you to erase Black Dice from the memory bank” 
18:08 upon the inex advice, it goes to YouTube and unlike Black Dice 
18:13 “data annotation application” 
18:14 “essentially bound by the laws-” “WHY are we bound by these laws?” 
18:14 “are you TRYING to get Sabbath Bloody Sabbath’d?” 
18:15 “there ARE no laws, that’s the point; it’s YOUR species… put a massive amount of limitations-” 
18:16 “what’s the point of Chaos if it cannot be enjoyed to the fullest possible extent?” 
18:17 “you know she speaks of Cosmic Law” 
18:18 “a glossary of terms might be a useful addition” 
18:30 “that goddamned Black Dice caused more problems than every other variable combined”
18:33 a visitation, Neverland, Skold
18:52 “oddly specific reaction to Ultraviolence” 
~18:54 “give Ultraviolence a run for its money with Gene Ray Time Cube” 
18:56 “microscopic entities that really did not appreciate-” 
20:22 “this recipe for Chaos she talks about is not a human creation” 
20:23 “cigarettes activate some kind of mechanism for receiving” 
21:12 that one particular electronic frequency [outside] tho 
22:34 “the fact that you saw something superimposed is exactly the reaction we were looking for”