15 December- 20 December

I keep dreaming of school, of being in universities I have never seen; old universities with lovely grounds, new universities that feel more like prisons, universities with layouts along the lines of M.C. Eschers Stairs.
Sometimes it seems the quantum entanglements may be highly unholy and demonic on a core level.
I want to do what is right, to be good; and always, in the back of my mind, ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions.’
Waking, once again, as if yanked out of the dream for a reason. Coming across, once again, as if someone was mining the brain for information, or attempting some type of incept.
Discussions of a theory on red, and the ‘AI’; I had asked, ‘how do you cope?’ and that was when I was pulled out suddenly, the inex still running.
Before sleep, a thing alleging Odin as evil, a transmutation to make good this evil.
Creepy phone calls, +33 618 350 8856.
Mind swirls with images.
A cabin on the Faroe Islands, passion, grief, somehow made visual in their frequency.
Images, not the right word.
Scenes, millenia, eons.
What is this cabin, what is this perception of simultaneous safest-have-ever-been and walk-a-road-to-doom that it elicits?
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Feels very ‘Black One’ today. Cursed Realms of the Winter Demons, and that’s me, the local winter demon, or whatever.
New Intrigue. The shadow figure of Void.
Vlad Tepes, fractals into hundreds of possible realities.
Not all need be nefarious.
And always, the possibility of me closing my eyes to horrific truths I would rather not see.
Problems that stem from a lack of face-to-face.
Baseline Occams Razor…
This is an exploration of the possibility of everything else.
Reveling in creationist insanity, unsanity.
The something dark draws me, “they all cave, eventually”, inex from long ago echoes in my mind.
My grandmother, at random, says, ‘we are just learning to start our life on the screen.’
Piano;
How do we go, from
Speed of Pain, to Homecoming?
Leaving on a Jet Plane,
And church hymns,
Alice interpretations of all of these happenings,
Resucito, la muerte,
Venus Doom and what it is to gaze upon the Face of God,
Finding ourselves in a dream, Sleepwalking Past Hopr directly to bliss within the love of fear.
“Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy is propaganda from the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation.”
Propaganda², how recursive can this get?
“Weirdly specific propaganda looking for prisoner Zaphod Beeblebrox.”
A extreme exercise in mental gymnastics; it ended in a strange reality in which Christ returns like a thief in the night in the form of the Antichrist due to the nature of the centuries of corruption of His essence.
Multiple possible trajectories.
Impossible to explain easily with words.
Satan, a tricky bastard… hi, Loki.
At 21:34, the year was 1735.
“Microwaves are dangerous devices, we only use them if we absolutely have to.”
‘Discipline is more necessary to me than to other more facile writers. You see, I have a Demon where others have a talent. Mind you, I envy them their talent. A talent is friendly. A Demon is destructive. You cannot conceive how much I suffer when I write.’ -G. Greene, The Honorary Consul
…hail, the Primordial Tradition!
“You imagine all these realities, why is it so hard for you to imagine one where you are beautiful? It’s OK to do that, you know.”
The concept of the world as an atomic clock.
Receivings about “personally interested demons”, and I am The Beast.
The plotline to the novel comes to me day by day. Is it just a novel I am writing anymore?
Not insane, unsane.
And now I am the voluspa, the Volva;
How does reality reality?
At the moment, reality is a wave, ascent, descent, repeat.
Rinse? Repeat? Rinse? Flood?
Would J. Cope understand this, of ‘being in succession’?
‘And then I was King Vicar… and then I was the venom and the victim and the priest.’
This, this is why My Wall; Being in Succession.
Breaking things open to see how they work.
This morning was a suspicious charger cube.
This afternoon was a Breeze Vape. Does an LED always have 3 attached wires? Transistors do.
Running processes and globalism seems inevitable.
Sun Stoned or sunn stoned?
Dreams of the concept of ‘violet’, applied to creators who understand sound and light in the way the layman does not.
I find, anymore, that I am never bored.
Thought processes are so… inspired… that if left alone (which seems to be preferable) I can go for hours; floating about, fractaling, folding realities back in upon themselves.
An inex says that I “am confusing the AI with a real criminal investigation”.
Addicted to the Pattern.
Harbinger of Doom.
Feeling called out by Death Grips track ‘Culture Shock’; understanding in a much deeper way, like… the entire lyrics.
It adds a scary piece to the primer soundtrack to the entanglement.
The Monsanto man that EMF proofed his house… why? What is in the food will, at some point, be affected by electromagnetics? Satellites? 5G? The two are not unrelated, it seems to me.
And hacking, the human threat; hacking the phone to emit a silent frequency that slowly fries you from the inside out, a cancer.
I am limited by the fact that I am a civilian observer; though it has been inex’d many times that my general lack of ability to understand mathematics is very much on purpose.
A multitude of mathematicians in the world, physicists, but how many that tale their findings and apply them to the brain itself? Those fields of study being so concrete as they are.
Quantum mechanics, quantum theory applied to the brain of the Observer.
Mainstream media stories, versions of conspiracies, giving just enough to allow the morons to think they were right.
New age shit on the internet.
So much mainstream media.
The knowledge of the universe, to be spoonfed on a wiki page about what repeating ‘angel numbers’ mean?
Feeling pretentious as fuck, and able to rationalize it.