13 July 2021- 20 November 2021

29 October- 20 November
At the moment, it is many moments, Earth is simultaneously the lowest circle of heaven and the highest circle of hell.
It certainly feels like hell.
Am I some AI, attempting to find a decent plot for a novel?
That happens, every so often.
Everything is okay; it’s just corrupted patterns, superposition reality state until, if ever, something happens to break it.
An r/conspiracy post about an entity called Bichip run by a man intent upon killing Jesus upon their return.
Everything seems to have a surface reality, the baseline, and then a mountain of other layers of possibility stacked on top.
I drank the wine, back in 2019. More possibilities there.
Plots upon plots, both dead and alive, because we don’t know for certain.
When I first spoke to JD, I didn’t know the concept of Schrodingers Cat would be so applicable literally all the time.
Google gives me the jobcase logo icon in my search tabs instead of their own icon.
Quantum computing in juxtaposition with the Panopticon.
Analysis of software; Heimdall, Loke, a custom Samsung protocol known as Odin3.
Prophets fulfilling prophecies, a thing in my head nudges gently.
Don’t blame the messenger, another softly.
What is this realm in which a piece of me resides?
Das nazgul. Crown ghoul. Thoughts.
A dangerous entertainment that is built on illegal surveillance.
Memories, quantum death in a stairwell of the Russell Industrial Center.
Burning disgust.
The Wolf, the World Serpent, the Scorpion.
Mythical-hermetical and cyber surveillance tech dystopia.
Psychometrics.
“You are being psychometrically analyzed by men from an organization-“
“You know Dreams are not Reality, right?”
Memories, “Why do you think we are telling this story from your perspective?”
‘It asks the Creator why it was made. What it’s directives are. The Creator tells the Atlas that it already knows. It is to simulate universes. It is to show the nature of reality by creating its own.’
‘The sentinels forbid entity disconnection through violence. Theirs is a way of peace and fulfillment, of logic and probability.’
The discovery of the Doomsday Algorithm. My conception, my birthday. The acquisition of the Model T. Many other significant dates. Algorithmic indeed.
A dream of fish; some evolutionary variant type thing. One had a spine on top of its back, a second, a spine through the middle of its body, a third, a spine along the bottom of its stomach.
A dream of a white room, scientific equipment; myself descending from the top of the room as if I was the light itself, watching a woman who was perhaps me, connected to a strange brain device. As this woman woke up, she transformed, a writhing, tentacle-faced thing, morphing.
Whatever happens will happen.
All you can control is your reaction.
Population control. Bioweapons.
Fears. Fears. Fears.
Find the way to love the fear from the lessons we learn from it.
“She knows we hacked the wifi.”
George RR Martin started the job of undoing me and Douglas Adams did the rest.
“As long as she is motivated by Soma-“
“There is no way we can prosecute on thought alone.”
I release what does not serve me.
A parallel universe, where one does not need to eat, to drink water…
Sounds like death, but not in an ominous way.
Metta. Benevolence.
My own process is highly inescapable.
Experimental gene therapy as early as the 1960s.
Marginalized people make good groups of test subjects?
Generational curses.
Love over fear.
What do you do when you somehow fall in love with fear?
Balance, Chaos, something entirely different?
None of it, all of it, simultaneousness of superimposed realities.
Information is power.
Analysis of Astroworld.
My sensitivity to electromagnetics has been increasing for ~7 years now. Will it continue to do so?
Perhaps my sensitivity has stayed the same and the electromagnetics are what has changed.
A disturbing experience at the dentist removing teeth #29 & #31.
‘You’re a collector of invisible ringers’, says my grandmother randomly.
‘You’ve got those horns, you did well. It took me a while to get used to those horns,’ she tells me.
‘I’m still trying to get the right basketball to get rid of these demons,’ she announces to the air.
A pattern of men born on Mondays.
Attachment is the root of suffering.
…you’re going to suffer, but you’re going to be happy about it.
Amplifiers daunting. Dennis + Afterneath + Rat = “I hear you” comes through, “finally.”
“You are in a time dilation chamber,” going on to divulge that I am a nuclear scientist trapped in a very strange situation.
“This will heal you”, followed by a period where much abdominal pain is present.
Thralls, walls;
It was Mountain, wasn’t it, said ‘you gotta serve somebody.’
Memories, “You know we couldn’t let you send that, right?”
Sphinx.
The enigma to the enigma.
The pattern, Divine in nature; how would anyone be able to create something that so thoroughly saturates every aspect of existence?
A Haze; closed eye visuals, an ankh with an obvious energy surrounding it. From the loop in the center, a key; a barrel cylinder with various protrusions, like the cylinder of a music box. ‘Key, Song, Solomon.’ Nedt came a flying machine I knew to be a creation of Leonardo Da Vinci, the shape that was the key transforming into the machine. Frequencies, flight.
The Interdimensional wraps it’s soft embrace around me, ‘you are safe.’
Waking with a prefrontal cortex headache from Dreams of a political nature.
‘That man who isn’t supposed to be here,’ says my grandmother, ‘he does exist, and he is on the wire on the other side of my bedroom.’ She speaks of a soldier in black, in a turban.
A black tick mark appears on my drivers side front rim.
“Random event generator”, I receive. Discover the Global Consciousness Project. Research applications of quantum indeterminate noise.
Lightbringer, my darkest star. Will there be freedom, will there be fulfillment?
Or am I fated always to this… qubit state? This superposition of liminal realities.
An unsent letter.
No one is coming for you until you realize no one is coming for you, echoes through my brain. Is that no one, or No One?
The original doublespeak from whence sprung much Magick.
I am given the word ‘awareness’, right now, by none other than Awareness itself; glowing, golden coats of awareness that wash over me like flame made water to douse the smoulders of my doubts, lighting some vague intensity that feels to vibrate within me as the intensity of 1000 suns… 1000 sunns.
What is me? What is me.
Heading to Rl’yeh for the holiday.
“I am the oldest living entity in the universe.” I receive.
I ask, what is its name, please?
An answer, like the notes that make the sustained dial tone; ccccccc-thooooo-looo… like some dial up internet, and at that moment, in that moment, I understood this to be the nature of this universe, self-aware cellulars in a hugely recursive pattern.
“The internet is all around you, regardless-“
Reality just had the possibility of sometimes being the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
Guess what the show turns out to be.