21 December 2021

Predictive text gives me ‘lol’ ‘lil’ ‘Lucifer’ as the three options to select. The word I had typed didn’t even start with L, only ended with it.
…took that one personally.
There is an entity that tells me to keep on, to focus on what I want and make sure I am adequately prepared for the event horizon, no matter how seemingly embarrassing, no matter who is listening.
Liminal Reality at an all time high.
It seems to be attempting to take all inputs and wrap them up into a package reality.
It’s not too late to do some serious damage control, right?
Innocent. Intention pure.
Curiousity has killed all sense of shame, dignity, decorum, it would seem.
There goes some thought of a gun to my head.
I’d rather find out, even if it is bad.
Have I done this all before?
Metta, Benevolence.
Here’s to hoping.
Detaching from Satan?
P.C. was on to something, Binsfeld attaching Satan to the deadly sin of anger.
When Van Halen went and did like, ‘splash some holy water on me, wash my eyes so I can see,’ I really felt that.
Liminal Realities flashing by, as if considered by the universe and then moving on, like watching a bullet train go by, only not, like, visual.
I mean, it IS, but not hallucinatory.
Experiencing an entire scaped reality and the nuance and understanding in an instant, only to have it change momentarily later; the gaps in similarity small at first, then growing, larger, reaching a zenith, then shrinking again.
This is experienced as both a particle and a wave, as well as a third as-yet undefined by English language state.
It is not superposition, qubit. No proper term.
We are all victims of physics.
Probably a lot of other things too, tbh.
A mental gymnastic leads me to questioning whether any of the testing done on ‘mice’ is a cover up for testing done on humans.
An inex on my morning commute; “blockchain”.
‘Any halfway decent psychic knows you are coming before you even know they exist and therein lies your difficulty.’
Loathe the phrase ‘I was born for this’.
Is anyone truly born for anything?
Are we all fated, or is there a grand series of miniscule cosmic butterfly effect events?
Both, neither, and much more, simultaneously.
I wasn’t born for this; but it seems I was reborn for this. Whatever ‘this’ is.
This of The Pattern, I am good at.
What the for?
…How is it possible for me to hear, like, three different things at the same time?
Some weird morphing thing?
Every aspect of this now is highly fluid.
A hundred hundred waves scattered to the realms of forgotten directions.
I wonder, is it problematic, if you don’t make any specific pact with a Demon, but rather just kind, be cool?
Like, hey no, I won’t serve you, but this could be amusing all the same?
I said problematic where I meant acceptable.
Acceptable to who?
What is Heaven,
What is Hell?
A tool is a tool,
To be ruled, or to rule?
Living as No One,
Journey, The Fool;
Montessori God School.
Now pause.
Existential misery,
Make love to the suffering,
And be free.
I need to sleep, but to what end?
Rest?
Is my grandmother terminally restless, or is it me?
Life, it has been said, is fucking terminal.
Earth is an airport, confirmed.
Too many entities.
So many frequencies.
Fucking entanglement.
QS actually stands for Qubit Starterkit at the moment.
What do I want?
Why do I want?
Want? To want?
Want, but say it like ‘can’t’.
A great luxury it is, this spewing of the mind.
For once, I maybe possibly do not feel like I am being fucking had.
‘Have this, Honkus!’ & my minds eye grabs my theoretical nuts, drags em through kerosene, sets em on fire, and waves them out the sunroof.