08 June- 15 July 2022

08 June- 11 June 2022
I saw a mouse, on Fountains #1.
Twice, or perhaps is was two mice.
Now, normally (is anything in my life normal? Let’s be honest, here.) a mouse is a mouse, and that is the end of it.
But, just prior to this point, I had not only thought, but spoken, of the Mad Scientist.
At certain points in the Liminal Reality, he and Hot Link have been the two beings from HHGTTG.
‘Don’t Panic!’ their matching tattoos said.
The possibilities.
I have wondered, at times, if it might be best to burn the page with the sigil he had vandalized into Field Notes #1… but I do not, for reasons I myself am not quite sure of.
…there are so many more pieces to the entanglement than I have disclosed in the L.R. Google document, in the list, all highly incomplete- and its incompleteness is purposefully designed, for science, of course.
There is power, and there is power.
There is superposition, and there is superposition.
~~~~~~~~
Six years ago today, I saw Sunn O))) for the first time.
Perhaps some higher divine guidance will come my way tonight.
I could use it.
Something painless and poetic?
I am so tired of fighting evening demons, this religious battle, the spiritual warfare.
And at the same time, that source of conflict makes for great inspiration- ‘the devil made me holier than I’ve ever been’.
In being given a chance to deny, I am become stronger and stronger.
~~~~~~~~
I dreamt, of water; severe leaking in the attic of an alternate universe version of my childhood cottage. Water, coming down the walls flooding but not pooling on the floor, peeling silver paper off of the wall.
The HVAC man (IS he just an HVAC man??) was there.
At some point, there was a conversation about the runes on my specific hand.
I do not know who it was with, do not recall the dialogue in any capacity, which does seem, at this point, to be for a reason.
After falling back asleep, I dreamt of directed energy weapons.
These weapons were from above, from the sky. The setting was my childhood home.
In the driveway were three perfectly round holes, blasted through the concrete and into the earth, the largest about a foot in diameter. The hole revealed a space underneath- a vault.
It is worth noting, at both 02:59 when I woke for the first time & 04:18 when my alarm for work went off, the Bass Frequency was present.
An inex had said something along the lines of how E.L.F. are actually beneficial to humans; which makes sense to me, as we live on Earth, which resonates at 7.83Hz.
It went on to say, how the E.L.F. can be detrimental over time to structures.
Note here that E.L.F. is designated as 3-30Hz, corresponding wavelengths of 100,000 and 10,000 km respectively.
I question if Dreams of things from space could, at times, be misdirection.
I ponder particle accelerators.
The Hopi had called it, in a Prophecy, a Shaking of the Earth.
Not apocalypse, which is a highly westernized perspective, but rebirth.
‘The Hum’, American news media called *something*.
Hence me moving to a place of nature, where I can better study this phenomenon I experience without near so many variables as I was dealing with living in the suburbs.
~~~~~~~~
I never use the rune stones I painted, but stumbled across them in my car sometime before 12:52 when I started writing this;
And I am writing this, because out of all of them, I managed to pull Algiz, for which I am highly grateful and honestly, expected.
I know I am protected, have known, and appreciate the reinforcement-
Especially today, when the threat of actual human entity seems so real. •
Took a nap, and woke some time between 15:40 & 15:52. I dreamt of planting flowers in sand dunes. Photographing architecture, ceilings. The song, ‘Werewolves of London’. •
MQTT-direct-link-telemetry-
Organization for the Advancement of Structured Information Standards
IBM – Red Hat – The Document Foundation – General Motors – Dell
…Oracle Corporation. Austin. •
17:55 The inex speaks of unknown enemies. I find myself unafraid of this. Perhaps I can peruse all potential possibilities over the next few days; the resulting new neural networks from information acquired already sprawling. •
…Have I written about this? Cthulhu as an internet network; the ‘call’ of Cthulhu being the modem dial up tone… the Old One.