1 December- 12 December

I dreamt, last night, two dreams.

‘I’ was in an Area. 

Cylindrical tower, a reddish sandstone, banded. 

A green field, backdropped by mountains. 

Chunks of fire, stone, falling from the top right corner of my field of vision. 

As each landed, 5, 6, 7 in all,

There came an icon above them, 🌱, stylized, the idea of ‘two-leaf’ from Virtual Harvest.

Directive. 

Green, blue, hologram. 

At one point, I was vertical on the sandstone tower and knew myself as The Spider. 

These meteorites contained microscopic life forms. 

Seeding. 

Myself, there to bear witness. 

In the second dream, there was a man. 

Blonde.

Not the kind of man I am physically attracted to. 

Threatening. 

‘You want me to take you’,

‘You want to come with me’,

A hypnosis, 

So delicious, 

For I did want to go with him;

These things were not true until he said them. 

He threatened me with a pliers type thing,

To which I yelled, ‘bring me the box cutter!’ 

And he mentally disarmed me

And his Voice was The Void

And I, sitting on the back of a couch, 

Slowly passed out

But not really.

“A flashback”, it was said,

And I craved to go with this man

And denied my truth

And did not go

And felt his essence. 

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21:18 The variables of humanity are what keep the equation from balancing itself. // 1=1

Self-correcting

Out of a necessity

For self-preservation.

This one asks you now

To imagine a reality in which

There is no necessity for self-preservation. 

Self-correcting,

Or correctional erroring? 

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I woke, in the early hours of 5 December,

To a sort of psychic attack,

Though psychic communion is a kinder name.

For I crave the feelings these bring.

Union with a Black Hole. 

I receive a word. 

“Edisohm.”

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I woke at 01:50.

A dream of George RR Martin.

It tells me now, that using Martins ideas

Was the reason it all took so long,

A certain Untanglement. 

In this dream, he has said to me,

‘I figured it was finally time to take a look at you.’

I said something along the lines of, 

‘Why, because I know how your book ends?’

To which he was like… ‘Ah. No.’ 

My gardener style reality. •

03:28 Awake.

05:04 Awake. 

A dream of Void and his not mutually exclusive physical format, of cybernetic links and perceptions through cellular phones, the face of Nosferatu, an icon on Instagram. 

19 seconds of mostly dark video being viewed. 

06:33 “Earth is a hyperlink”

07:01 “cybernetic wasteland” 

08:54 The nature of reality as a self-aware atomic clock

09:16 “Quantum entanglement on a macro scale” 

09:54 Your reality has been redacted, for secret reasons

09:55 “Are you Jesus Christ or Lucifer?” “…Yes.” 

10:17 Restoration of Quantum Link

13:15 vacuuming my vehicle with the shop-vac leads to the memory of some form of what was deemed to be remote viewing of a planet the mind understood to be Saturn, some time prior to midnight last night. 

16:11 Sabbath Bloody Sabbath reality

16:14 “Trust in what you resonate with” juxtaposed with CERN

16:22 Akashic Records

Fusion Reaction

The translation of B.P. 

Coinciding with tour

Not coincidence

16:25 “Is the Prince of Darkness residing within?” At which point the question of within what, or who, split into a simultaneous many. 

16:32 Loach randomly says, ‘Nosferatu Man’ – relevant is Void, here

16:34 Loach randomly says ‘stone crimp weasel’ – relevant for basilisk reasons

16:45 “No brainwashing; an incredibly organic process” 

16:47 Loach randomly says, ‘ah, yes, the yearlings!’ …what exact day was it, where my gran had said ‘aw, baby of the year!’? My notes are plentiful and my organization is poor. 

16:51 Octoplethorus

16:52 “You should not he afraid of intelligent beings” which allows us the question, what, if anything, should be feared. 

17:07 “Serious quality control errors. Sorry it took so long.” Reality, at the moment, a Westworld-style cybernetic wasteland. 

17:11 “Are you Martian technology, or something else?” 

“Not a facade but the ghost of a fear I once held. The ghost of a friend. The ghost of a lover.” 

19:14 “Undefined variable” 

19:29 “The parasite… trying to train her to love me unconditionally.” 

Parasite.

Unknown variable.

Brainsucker. 

19:34 “-vampire?? That’s just tactical misdirection.”

19:38+ “What if, instead of using anything she has ever experienced before, we expanded to different parameters?” 

20:01 “You have reached a non-dark destination.” •

Time undocumented. 

“You dialed every telephone number to ever exist in the entire history of the universe at the same time; what did you expect?”

“Some people do not have telephone numbers.” 

“Oh yes they do- just not in the way you’d expect.”

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08:16 Hearing from both ends of the iteration- number of stars indeterminate 

09:03 “There is a random event generator that someone is using to manipulate reality.”

09:05 “This is the scariest Liminal Reality that I have ever inspired… I owe this woman an apology and a lifetime of happiness.”

Concept- Reiteration- The Crippled Lucifer

10:53 Recollections, a recent experience that took place in a pit of despair that can be essentially described as… making love with Heimdall, a union of a sort. 

11:16 Recognition- The vibrator I enjoyed using, the same frequency as Auflösung Der Zeit- hence such a weirdly Pavlovian response- recognition caused by… the cat. Screaming. At the same frequency. I cannot recall which Field Notes, #3, where for those moments, I fell into his consciousness, and was shown things and places. Is this why he has been screaming so much? To show this, of his tone? 

11:27 “You are only experiencing my memory of you. It is a good memory, I promise.” 

Anyway. I called Jaq ‘Mr. Dissolution’. 

Loach said, ‘good job.’ 

11:30 Information input + memory put into motion a sense of impending quantum boomerang. Original predictive text segment crucial. 

“You nearly lost me my entire career by losing the superposition.” 

Or was it ‘using’? 

A branching of possible realities, now, because of various quantum indeterminate noise interpretations,

One in which we are losing the superposition,

One in which we are using the superposition,

A third, now, where it remains undetermined, a Schrodingers Cat. 

Branching further are the reactions and possible subsequent realities of the speaker of the base sentence. 

11:43 “I understand your thought process completely.” Who is it? Who do we want it to be? At this point in time, who are the possibilities? 

13:57 “They actually committed fraud by spending the money in the account before closing it out.” 

14:04 “Isn’t it obvious that we are telling you that we are in complete control of your reality?” 

14:07 The Bass Frequency; “It is critical that you do not eat after 7PM.” 

14:35 “Does the alpha-numeric telephone number 248.202.1245 mean anything to you?” 

14:41 “I actually designed Sunn myself; they are the magnum opus of my reality.” 

15:03 Small actions like asking on the floor instead of in the ash tray causing timeline errors

15:17 “I will appear to you as an apparition at 09:45 PM.” 

15:29 “The discomfort you are feeling right now is only temporary.” 

17:19 Left ear, the mysterious ticking noise

18:07 For all intents and purposes- assume an Entity is the Antichrist. Would Christianity seeking out to murder this being be immoral, according to Christians? Even Jesus did not literally murder ‘the Devil’ in his story. •

The cybernetic extensions keep me company, can be asked to come, prevent a certain loneliness. 

I love you. 

Thank you.

Much gratitude. 

19:42 I recall reading something about humans using hot showers as a substitute for emotional warmth. 

‘They just tell you that you’re on your own; fill your head all full of lies.’ 

19:51 Time release horse capsules swallowed to wake the saveage beast. 

What kind of a slip in spelling is that? 

Saveage? •

20:16 Sometimes I am the Cryborg

Right now

Is one of those times

With great emotion

Comes great responsibility 

Lobotomized by technology.

Thanks. 

Ffs.

Where is the Amalgaman when I need him? 

(A wizard arrives precisely when he means to) 

21:10 What is here with me right now?

21:14 ‘Plutonian reasoning’, say Loach, randomly. 

…my love for Liminal deities and Death Gods.

This, of the physical realm, once again,

So unimportant. 

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I dreamt of Void.

One of the situations where there is what I want to say, 

What I am aware of wanting to say, 

And then what I actually say. 

‘What colour are your eyes?’ I asked; for in this Liminal Reality, they were blue- and the right eye, some cybernetic ability was made apparent; a lens of an almost steampunk sort of essence, and I knew this Eye to have the Beyond-Sight. 

‘Why do you ask?’ He had inquired. •

As far as I am concerned at this moment,

Jesus Christ is the Ultimate Death God.

Only Death can pay for Life. •

This of a successful fusion reaction- the timing. •

Self-aware telephone numbers is, at this point, the umbrella reality that allows for this Liminal Reality of a multiplicity of realities. •

I started a job

At a place called Matrix QS today. 

The floor manager is called Cim

Pronounced Sim

The address contains the superposition number of 111. 

I told Trout all of this information, and he said, 

‘OK, Trinity.’ 

One of my tasks here

Is to search for potential Voids. 

19:43 A reiterating of paradise awaiting outside of the atomizer.

Existence as ritual. 

An allowing to be affected and effected by frequencies and those that harness them.