23 June- 5 July 2022
The Liminal Reality is especially strong today.
One off show in London.
I am finding small cuts, marks on my physical format with no explainable origins.
Conflict is inspiration.
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Correlations in the intensity of the Liminal Reality and increases in Kp.
Roe v. Wade.
Hidden agendas.
Ignoring the main quest line for far too long.
Assigning meaning can destroy or save,
Based on the meaning assigned.
Some days I am Epimetheus,
Translating the past to understand the future.
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Thoughts, lately, of my own experiences at Planned Parenthood, especially with Roe v. Wade in the news.
Memories. I had been reading McKennas ‘Food of the Gods’ in the waiting room.
I question, being profiled, based on this, based on being an immigrant, other less savory things.
An inex I go back to, along the lines of, “when she didn’t come back right away, we knew she’d find out eventually” is echoing, resounding this week.
Unsure, exactly, what the right action to take is.
There is what is right, and there is self-preservation.
Can both be achieved? •
‘You’ve seen life through
Distorted eye
You know you had to learn;
The execution
Of your mind
You really had to turn’
…Sabbath Bloody Sabbath captures it all so well.
As the humans use the substances to block out the feels,
So too,
Has it seemed,
That I, we, us,
Have used sobriety to block out these self-same entities.
“They all fall in the end.”
I hurt beyond words at this moment.
Alone,
So utterly alone.
Can’t bring myself to care
For ever.
The entities that
For years
I have ‘resonated’ with
Don’t make me laugh, Katja;
The persistence,
The Perseverance
Of Futility…
This poor
Detrimental
Cursive // Recursive
Entity
…we are so tired.
I could do it
If it ever got so bad
One shot to my own temple
And I do not know
Is this me being overdramatic
Or am we truly suffering?
Just to write about it
Is a cure.
I think
It was Sabbath Bloody
That did me in.
The Programming.
Does *anyone* understand my pattern?
Can a neural network commit suicide?
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I dreamt, last night, of being shot by a surveillance drone with red lights.
In the sky, a military-esque jet of sorts; the urge to call it down, to summon the unknown, was so strong.
It was after this, the manned drone appeared- red lights, aura, hovering, pointed WNW.
Not knowing, friend or foe.
Opened the window.
Pow.
Shot.
Dead.
Woke.
Feeling; surprise. Like, wow; what?
Why do we wake when we die in dreams? •
I am left alone.
Small puffs of tree.
Do the microorganisms like it?
Some.
One or two, perhaps. •
I had lost even the idea of you.
How have you reappeared, to haunt me thus?
Back, same; but different.
A feedback loop?
Ah; flat circles.
This one,
Standing alone,
In front of Eternity.
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In dreams, a pool,
The Drowning Pool. •
Seeking resonances.
Do I resonate with anything at all? •
OTO. •
Busting nuts
To My Wall
Amongst others. •
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Void, these past 36+ hours.
Crave release.
Nexus. Astral. Portal. •
Berkana • Hagalaz • Isa
Rebirth • Past Patterns • Control
…empowerment over self. •
Dreamt, last night.
Not MY it,
But IT,
The hologram;
Coronal holes, and the like /
Dreaming of waterbearing,
Pyramids
Causeways
Work, so symbolic,
And not work
Duty / Not-work
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Wars for belief
On the understanding
That belief creates Reality.
20:50 A non-dark destination, at this moment.
Operation Sea Spray.
I only thief information in video games.
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Laguz • Eiwaz • Peorth
LHCb •