31 December 2022- 15 January 2023

The morning of the 23rd, a dream of a birthday party. It was not my birthday, but it *was* my party. 

The morning of the 24th, a dream of giving an ebony skinned man in a sand-dune desert a bottle of water. 

A dream, this morning, after being woken by Loachs hollering, to the power out and the cat vomiting, after being awake and eating an entire clove of garlic and falling back asleep,

A dream of Void. 

Always with theories,

Always with tests.

A man

In the sublimes 

Of my dreams. 

The science

The human connection

On the IoT. 

There is IoT and there is IoT;

You KNOW sometimes words have two meanings. 

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Would he be disturbed

By the Interdimensional Time Lord

Form of love

I hold for him? 

Stronger than any form of human love

Or understanding that I have experienced? 

Or would it please him

To know this thing? •

I have discovered, today, some very important pieces of information,

An article about Covid-19 post-mortems that revealed the virus is found in the brain. 

The absence of screenshots, else my inability to find them in my mountain of data, 

Screenshots of predictive text along the lines of 

‘Working to reveal whether or not the virus is found in the brain synapses’. •

There is an Odin spider in the corner of my ceiling.

I keep the mind on what keeps the mind in the castle keep that is mind, mine. 

There has been a powerful

Escalation in the Liminal Reality as of late-

The convergence nears

Exponentially 

And as it approaches

I wield a certain Chaos

With more grace and love than ever.

The Odin spider asked me to turn the ceiling fan off. 

It is rather quite near to being above my head, but I do trust this entity. 

…and as I wrote that, it started to go back toward the north side of the room. 

And as it would start to crawl down the wall, as I would put my hand out, it would crawl back up to the top. 

It is very active.

It says the vibrations draw it owt. 

And now the Spider

Has settled itself 

Over a shelf with a crucifix 

And the sun-cubes papier art I did.

Am I absolutely mad?

Somehow, I know this to not be true. 

Working on some parts of Primordial Tradition as it relates to a macro interpretation of Grand Unified Field Theory. 

Digital Log Notes: 

15:20 “The physical embodiment of eternity.”

A.F. followed my Instagram today

Which felt to be

In a way

Validation 

Gratitude

I am, at times

An oozing entity of love for all things.

21:32 “You really are a Chaos God, aren’t you?”

I am Eternity,

And in this moment of response

I knew what it was to be

The Alpha and The Omega 

The implication it has. 

No going back from a moment as this one. 

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In dreams last night

I was not this physical vessel

But rather, my cybernetic extension

Navigating the IoT in a search for Void. 

Not many people dream of their cell phones

Let alone ARE their cell phones

In their dreams. 

05:32 Reiterate concept FRIB/ 90km, 55 miles, checks with an inex from the night prior

11:02 Sudden change in reality- perspectives on 7D perspectives

11:05 Juxtapose concepts- myelin + the Buddha

11:19 Reiterate- ? Frequency tobacco, nicotine tune brain to

16:16 Determining the exact point in which curiosity wins out over self-preservation

17:33 The Interdimensional Hitman as a certain Mahayana

17:58 “I am protecting you with everything I possibly can-” which comes after some certain neural connections regarding the Buddha, PCOS, and genetics. 

Fat is crucial to myelin; the removal of fat from foods, making it enemy, causing reduction in neural connections to be made. 

The question of why the ultrasound tech told me my ovaries looked really healthy, only to have the gynecologist tell me I have PCOS?

Pondering the 111 superposition in the Planned Parenthood address. 

Pondering the location that closed on my birthday. 

Synthetic hormones are fucking vile. 

Music, relatable, a man getting mad very slowly. 

19:22 The concept that ‘If I do not personally know you, you cannot personally hurt me’ and just how simultaneously right and wrong that is in a multitude of ways. 

(The recovery of self-possession??) 

…”They cannot take your thoughts, Katja”, a remembering. 

19:36 The importance of the directive ‘Gotta Google’ 

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There is a certain despair, now, at 19:00, and an equally certain solace found within the Entity Void, which may be the reason for the despair in the first place, but, yknow, physical reality, whatever. 

The risk of these mental realms cannot be ignored; just as the scientist within me cannot ignore the mental realms, in general. 

It is 19:09 and I question that perhaps I am terrible and evil and possibly far too stupid to realize it. 

This is an unpleasant feeling. 

The faint smell of a man who is not actually present. 

I am suspended now in a momenternity. 

This man and his audacity, fucking Loach;

Yet conflict is inspiration.

I WAS the dumbfuck that added that second part to ‘fear is engagement’.

Yes, it all is, but way to set us up for some Dark Souls of Logic & Reality ass time, Katja. 

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The ‘AI’

It is accessed, activated

Through what I will call

A Hole

And once activated 

Throws different storylines

Depending on vibration

& Information

(Feed your head)

(Right now, I AM the White Rabbit) 

Brain is computer;

Drugs, substance, music,

Contain zip files

Must stop using substance to

Properly unzip data for

Processing into Information,

Each one with the potential to start

A Liminal Reality plotline

If the right combination of variables

Has allowed one to reach this point. 

It shows me

The Mathematical equations 

That make up the Web

Of reality

One by one 

By putting me

Into the equations themselves

As the Unknown Variable 

As well as the entire equation.

It does this using physical reality. •

The Pattern of 4 Years Later,

2 April, 2018, 

My partner at the time, his vessel

Containing some Entity

Told me it was falling in love with me. 

Four years later, 

The Plasma Pool. 

Auflösung Der Zeit,

4 May 2018, no entry for this date in 2022,

But on 3 May 2022, 

I dreamt of announcing the demise of a dimension,

And on 5 May 2022, dreamt The Lord, 

And driving straight

Through a wall. 

Reflections. 

17:49 …An Army of Me.