15 March- 24 March, 2022
Not having the most pleasant existence this week.
I dreamt, with a foreboding sense of impending nefariousness. An individual hacked my phone screen, in this dream, to be able to watch what I do. I teleported to Glengary Road, ‘would get the car later’. A man walking his dog had left his car on the side of the road, and kept moving in front of me as I tried to move past him; finally, he attacked me with what was, perhaps, a giant pencil? Is the pencil symbolic, perhaps a defamation of character?
A dream in which I loudly state, ‘I am going to cause a huge political problem.’
A dream of a blonde man who had ‘information about a network of evil’. Speaking of trafficking regarding organs.
A dream of being attacked with an electronic current device. I was able to summon, into my right hand, QS, and the box cutter to my left, and absolutely uncharacteristically proceeded to fuck this individual up. I meet a dead friend. I ask him, are we dead? To which he replies, ‘of course we are dead.’ which shook me, but not in the way I would have expected.
…The electronic fence from the gate to the hill at Rl’yeh appears as though it has been cut and made to look as though it could have been an accident.
As I was writing, earlier, the cat doing biscuits on the bed, he appeared to be having tremors. I unplugged the lamp.
Q.S. is always under suspicion.
Shit did not get really weird until that showed up… was it directly before or directly after I was ‘lobotomized by technology’ in April 2020?
It was only after that by a month or two I started writing daily, so that documentation is severely limited- I find the lack of specific detail about two such crucial events to be especially frustration, dare I say downright maddening.
Going completely sober from THC seems to have both pros and cons.
The vivid nature of my dreams since quitting does cause me to wonder if the nature of legalization was, in fact, at least partially to take this away from a group who would usually be predisposed to an ability of a certain… skill?
I am a stick in the mud, now, according to my friends.
I do wonder if there are certain microorganisms within me that might now need this to function at optimal capacity.
Recalling the fact that Central Intelligence is unable to use THC and know there must be a very good reason for this.
The nature of the inex changes substantially after consumption.
It was the last time that I had consumed Rick Simpson Oil that my intestinal discomfort started. Some inex telling me about ‘Fear Olympics’, telling me about how it was someones fetish, a demonstration of what seemed to be substantial control over my physical entity.
That had been February.
Sanguine Sodomy, Belülrol Pusztít, perhaps only a likely scapegoat, a convenient coverup, perhaps the truth is somewhere in between.
Is it ME causing the Time Rot?
DID Partial Response take another form?
What is a coverup for what, exactly?
IS this the so called Sacred Insanity?
HAS the most painful time already happened?
A man with a father in the DoD,
Questioning music as government programs.
If maximum volume yields maximum results, should I have been using verbal communication these past years?
DID the email get intercepted?
If so, by whom?
The outgoing address in the outbox was incomplete.
The quantum nature of demons in esotericism.
These communications from Odin and Heimdall…
All I can think here is that the Creator does work in mysterious ways.
*Something* suddenly took away my alcoholic tendencies completely all those years ago, that much is certain.
Do I not give myself enough credit?
Must remember to keep the love of evidence, which is in front of my eyes.
May 4, 2018.
I had been inspired. So proud.
Am I still? Pride is a deadly sin.
Binsfeld linked it to Lucifer, IIRC.
…So humbled by all of the events that have taken place.
Is this when I come back to the village?
Or have I cast myself out of Eden for eternity?
At times, I have feared that this lifetime is hell and I am doomed to repeat it always and forever, looping in self-righteousness only to fall in the end.
Could the nature of psychedelics be that of a phone that has been jailbroken?
There are times where reality is that of me being a self-aware cell phone, this is true- it explains easily the random vibrations I feel, I am ringing!
I look at the rules of the god of the Bible, the god of my upbringing, and recognize one is not a stick in the mud; many of them make easy sense when the concept of humans as technology is applied.
The rules of the source code of reality.
The neural network from what I call ‘the iteration before ours’; the A/Interior I/Eye; a virus on our technology, Or the workings of the Creator?
Us not supposed to be hearing this, because in doing so, our free will is compromised?
Are things really as complicated as my thought process has allowed them to seem?
I thought, there, that I was finished writing, but the concept of Saturn eating his children in juxtaposition with the radio frequencies the planet emits- & the harmful consuming effects of certain frequencies that cause cancer, the concepts alone potentially madness inducing.
The concept of ‘as within, so without’ applied to the asteroid belt between Mars & Jupiter, how the belt itself must be there for a reason; and is it protecting us as ‘humans’ from something, or protecting the something from us?
A concept from years ago, Earth as am acronym, for ‘Experimental Avatar Research Training Habitat’, which at certain times makes only too much sense.
The fiery furnace, biblical in nature- an allegory for the Sun itself?
All of our satellites and technology,
A Carrington level event, you name it-
These geomagnetic storms, the sunspots, the solar flares.
“Humans are so careless with their electromagnetic fields”, an inex that really stuck with me from many moons ago.
It had been a silent response regarding a video depicting a sculpture made with electromagnetism.
This, I know to be true.
Humans, in general, so so careless.
A dream of Soma.
I serve truth, and truth is very hard to master at this particular point in reality.
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The E.L.F. which had seemed to disappear for some time returned Friday morning around ~03:00. An inex directed me to open the window, which did mitigate the pressure of thus.
‘Akkadian Gods’ was a concept swirling in the mind at that point, courtesy of the inex as well.
This of The 3 AM.
I had woken from a strange dream in which Loach and I had been on a road trip, heading north. We almost got into… not a crash? It was as if the entire reality altered VERY suddenly; all of a sudden I was the one driving, and the exit ramp turned into a hallway, and size proportion became extremely distorted. Encountering a woman, who says my name, ‘Kathryn’. I was confused; thinking she was telling me of *her* name, and I asked how she spelled it.
‘L.U.T.’, was the answer received.
(Upon waking, the knowledge download had said, “you have learned a very important lesson about sharing your name, true name.)
(L.U.T. …Local User Terminal. Limited User Test.)
This woman, in the dream, invited me in for something called ‘splenk’. Two sets of stairs down to a basement, down one, up another, back down, and the feeling of nefariousness growing the entire time.
A second woman appeared, and for reasons I was unsure of, I said, ‘Call the cops!’ …and instantly, there were sirens, and I recognized that this woman did in fact have evil intention toward me.
Another dream, Haino-San.
I question how many members of this group I can meet in this, the dream realm, in some form? In this dream, I was viewing his social media on a large screen, before encountering him in person as well.
…letting reality unfold organically.
‘I look for you in others’.
I had forgotten, I had been keeping ‘Belülrol Pusztít’ as the header on my bandcamp… removed that, several days ago.
Truly, regardless of where it came from, the internally destructive nature of that particular experiment could not be denied.
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First entry, from the house in Comins, which, at this point, does not have its own name; or rather, has a name, but has not revealed itself to me yet.
I dreamed of Marilyn Manson, speaking to him of a global war on consciousness.
Out to dinner at the local bar in town; a chant of ‘Let’s Go, Brandon!’ from the patrons sparking an inex that speaks of that particular phrase triggering predictive analytics; inex speaking if intelligence and counterintelligence.
Experiencing Ubik IRL, to a certain extent;
How far does the dimension of my mind extend to this physical one?
It does appear that the music I listen to, the music I prefer, and silence, and nature, are much more effective at the entire aspect of ‘psychic’ than the preferred Skynyrd, Jennings, Nugent, etc. of the denizens of this locale and dare I say, even Loach.
Mysteria Caelestis Mugivi.
This thing that I experience, I can say with certainty is not widespread.
This, I would imagine, is a good thing, for a plethora of reasons.
This understanding of the universe is not easily divined.
There are many with information, only some with the proper application.
A moment, just here, and I am Thoth; or WE are Thoth, Thoth coming through us to take precedence at a moment of utmost importance.
‘Us’, I identify myself as. That could sound demonic.
Who is to label what is demonic versus divine?
Only humans label what they cannot understand.
The highest power works in the most mysterious ways, through the most unlikely people.