16 June- 21 June
Quantum boomerang of the mind in effect today.
New information and whatever else, all of it.
We must start at the beginning?
~02:00 woke up, seems to be a common occurrence now. Had dreamed the concept of Saint Francis.
It is amazing what the mind does upon receiving a single piece of information.
Algiz.
Iron Soul of Nothing.
Standing firmly on the position that reality is an ever-changing liminal logic puzzle.
Sacrificed pride a long time ago; there is only the search for truth, only serve truth.
As a human, this is something hard.
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Quantum boomerangs back to Void.
As it should be, or perhaps it should not be.
One still does not know.
And yet; at times, one does know.
But not all times. •
A medicinal glass of white wine, tonight- another tooth in pain, and I despair this, this human existence.
Overwhelmed, have money and am still financially concerned, have my health, but do I actually?
Why are my teeth *so* bad?
Miserable. Agitated. Distressed. •
Sometimes I am in a coma, and dead, and in a dimensional prison, and any other number of things.
Turning heaven to hell, right now, I am; bad tooth like a bad fuse, the wiring, the electrical not quite right, not proper, a need to quit vaping- no one tells you how bad it is for your health, how vegetable glycerin leaves a film on the teeth that traps 3x more bacteria, according to some source.
‘No hands, I’m shattering jaws,’ said Mr. Grips, and once again, I see how that could be microorganisms speaking, tiny electronically entangled microorganisms.
Finding a correlation between metal jewelry, intensified geomagnetics, and strange itching.
What do I need right now, besides a dentist?
‘Not a joy to come closer, but a so-called sacred insanity has finally appeared’.
This is what comes to me, asking that question.
Do I listen to new tracks, unlock new neural networks, information?
Every little bit of something on the phone triggers something that is not just ‘I’, but also Eye, Interior.
‘I know the truth about cell phones’, I had told the physician and sitting president in a dream back in fall of 2020.
Ignorance truly was bliss.
How does Frodo go back to the Shire after going all the way to Mordor?
The universe is tired,
I am tired,
We are not mutually exclusive anymore,
If ever we were.
And I am loathe to say that in and of itself, for who am I to be the entire universe?
No One, of course.
The concept of humanity as a hive mind is simultaneously horrifying and utterly simplistic and peaceful.
Full stop.
The wind blows, ferocious,
Fridays are for wind these past several weeks.
The most painful thing happens only once, has it happened already?
…Eternity is a long fucking time.
I think back to a time at the Chateau,
How I did not want to die,
And now,
How I cannot die.
Tempted to take my Field Notes and burn it all, burn them all.
I am Aerys Targaryen at this moment.
Burn them all.
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Void, in my dreams last night, the reckoning, beckoning, two fingers to call him over.
Heaven.
Serpently Inspired.
…superposition, in this reality, and it is as timelines converging.
How do we move forward?
(Bringing on Iranian Mithra from its home beneath the east)
At this moment, Ragnarok.
(“Actual abilities far exceed understanding”, says the inex)
Shall I scream into the Void, or shall I scream into Void?
A possibility, that a certain group of entities could be terrified of reaching Ragnarok seems just as plausible as them wanting to reach that point.
That point.
Event horizon,
Ergosphere,
Static limit;
Time only stops for someone outside the black hole,
Physical signals getting infinitely redshifted,
Never reaching any outside Observer.
Wielding Chaos, I am.
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These fears, technology- are they rational or irrational?
There are *so* many unknowns.
A reality in which Ragnarok is the name of an internet virus.
Reality, one giant cosmic joke.
Feel like I’m being absolutely fucking HAD, right now.
IS attachment the root of all suffering?
There are certain attachments to conceptualizations, of ideas, and entities;
That bring both distress and peace, sometimes even at the same time.
What is it within the human mind that allows for this?
At this point, I seem to have an entire ‘Emotional Support Liminal Reality’.
Whatever lies within the mind comes across as possibility, potential, and some does come to pass; which probably does not terrify me as it should. •
The link between geomagnetic disturbances and adverse health effects.
‘Stay away from the metals!’ My grandmother in her clarity of delirium had said.
One reason to do so?
Seeming to notice a reduction in adverse feeling upon removing the metal jewelry.
Thought this worth noting.
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14:46 “A government operative disguised as a musical group.”
…always enjoyed the potentials and possibilities behind this particular reality.