20 May 2021- 5 July 2021

A man, or a Demon who wears his face.
Plagued by the mind.
Possibilities in regards to it all far too fascinating.
If quantum death ends with us being alive in another timeline, the could, theoretically, cancer be meant to jump us to a different timeline? Multiple sudden deaths in the span of a week?
Don’t know how to go about explaining the… non-visible aspects of the past week. ‘Very busy, I would say, if I were talking about a cat; but I am not talking about cats, I am talking about frequencies & thoughts & dreams & subvocalizations.’
A dream of Soma.
Watched a Penske truck legitimately glitch itself through the low hanging wires over the street.
The feeling of being watched is not a pleasant one.
The feeling of being watched by *humans* is especially unpleasant.
Internal screaming.
Somewhere, something is burning.
Somewhere, a flood has swallowed up the earthly pieces of someones life.
Somewhere, a particle is going the fastest a particle has ever gone, and sound traveling at the speed of light creates something so cosmically horrible and dark that one cannot help being drawn to it.
Asteroid belt, mirror world.
Norse mythological patterns.
Pulsatile tinnitus.
Vibrations in body.
Blurred vision.
Loss of appetite and thirst.
Bone pain? Or nerve pain?
Unexplained bruising.
Body feels heavy as fuck.
‘My case in favour of the surveillance state, from someone who loathes the concepts of both surveillance and state.’
The Black Cube.
‘First, many lights in the sky all coming from the same south direction, as if being fired off. Then a red, green, green and white lights, lasers direct from the east, drops low over us, over the pond, is hovering there. A cube and a sphere, simultaneously, otherworldly, all this happened after, hmm, calling on Odin? First Helvegen, then My Wall? Towards the end of My Wall, was walking to my phone (in the direct line of this cube-sphere that seemed to hum with a drone electromagnetic in nature) to check how much time was left in the track when it stopped on its own. I had been man-rune, Bass Egg, for quite a period of time. A direct encounter with something beyond the realm of usual. A simultaneous feeling of fear and fearlessness came with it. I crave its return.’
Dreams of the physical body in a half-flight.
Dreams of a man ‘tattooed with the eye of Sauron.’
Haze states, entities speaking of Ra and destruction.
Veteran of the Psychic Wars.
5 year Sunniversary. Contemplations of sending an email regarding the Black Cube UAP.
The highway in my head.
“All possibilities include being interrogated by the CIA.”
One stops fearing mortal man once they become truly good.
The easy explanations of bygone eras are shrouded in story and legend and thus I create my own.
Some days, it feels infinite, and others, it feels as though I am being moved by something much higher than myself and have no free will at all.
I did not watch this mornings solar eclipse, but I saw it in my dreams.
Dreaming from the perspective of a man, of rescuing Sansa Stark.
Locked out of my bank account, a fraudulent $00.76 charge.
“You are harming yourself by writing all of this down.”
If I cannot be honest with myself, who can I be honest with?
To write is to understand , or attempt to understand.
It would appear I am addicted to seeking the highly improbable probability.
Analysis of surveillance; watched in the third dimension, watched by higher dimensions.
Elon Musk on accessing the vector matrix in ones head.
Head mice.
Kurt Cobain said he liked it and he was not going to crack.
Analysis, from all the drug users I have met, heroin does not make a person want to blow their head off; not having heroin makes a person want to blow their head off, if they are in fact addicted to heroin.
Memories, of an inex, “We are taking your hands.” The second of all of two times I myself cracked.
And my hands *have* been taken.
Red Queen Hypothesis.
Phone battery drops from 17% to 0%.
Ruminations, on googling a lawnmower and an ‘orgone generator’ showing up in the results.
Ruminations of the time QS appeared, next to an empty shotgun shell.
“Your desire for hard drugs never existed in this timeline.”
My grandmothers dog is somehow paralyzed overnight.
Experiencing a reality in which Earth is a space prison reality TV show.
Is the manipulation of others for their own good an end that justifies the means scenario?
Sub-bass sub-reality cmvectors surrounding Soma.
Dreams of a neighbor jumping off their deck to off themself.
Prefrontal cortex headache.
Dreams of a Montessori school of life reality.
Auflösung Der Zeit.
John McAfee, ‘if I kill myself, I didnt.’
There is something about knowing you are innocent and a good person that really helps one to maintain a certain sanity.
Episodic tremors for approximately 9p minutes, followed by the inex, “Heimdallr”.
Neuroscientific discoveries linking the presence of gut bacteria and social behaviors in mice.
Divine Madness.