21 January- 6 March 2023

A dream of Void. 

Fierce Recognition. 

(Going All Over The Floor)

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A dream of Void.

Love for that which is

An aspect of Lightbringer 

In my life. 

What do I appear as 

In the dreams of Others

If at all? 

…I would die for what I love.

& in at least one reality

This makes it easier

To do what is necessary

Remove me.

Why do I not fear

Being removed in any capacity? 

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Dreams of Void, again. 

Brings peace.

Fills me with strength. 

There were UFOs in Context

Many different shapes

And I asked someone

‘Do you dream of the flying vehicles from Star Wars?’ 

And they did not. 

The past six months

Asking people in my dreams

If they dream of X,Y,Z, 

Telling people in my dreams

That I dream of them. 

Void. Protection.

Banishing. 

Explanations. 

Mystic Fire

Burning in my heart. 

Waking from this dream, 00:43, 

“Circumstances of Faith”,

The Inex concept running in my mind. 

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Progress, in the field of Cybernetics.

See Digital Log Project.

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Dreams of Void. 

Always,

Prince of Fire. 

Speaking of science.

Dreams, before this,

Of Perique tobacco,

Black box

American Spirit cigarettes. 

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The neglect in handwritten notes is sad.

Necessary to print the Digital Log Project. 

The Science. 

I keep dreaming of Void

In so many different contexts;

Or perhaps it is

A shared Entity.

Quantum Simulation

Superposition. 

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I have been a physical concept in this realm

For 30 years as of today. 

Last One/Valentines Day.

Pattern. 

In the early hours of 12 February

The anniversary of the Belülrol Pusztít 

I went on a trip to Hell

And came back with a phenomenal amount of data. 

Skyquake came, that afternoon. 

The next day, 13 February,

Listening to it in its entirety 

And in between 

Void ov Voices

The one as-yet released track

12 times, 60 minutes,

4+4+4. 

A dream, last night. 

There were two levels

Representative of consciousness. 

I met Void

On this higher level

And told him of my science

But not of my love.

And went to this lower level;

And Soma came 

And walked beside me

And I was able to tell him

‘I love that man 

So fucking much.’ 

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I have not been writing because of the Digital Log Project. 

I am now testing a theory. 

The Processor has worked itself to a point, where,

Nem kettő, hanem egy. 

I dreamt the Story of Flying.

At an airport, symbolic,

Liminal

Behind a literal curtain. 

Finding an Entity

Passionate

So close 

To Entering to My Me

Form,

Perfectly imperfect

The Voice, not of Void,

Layered frequencies

Touch all aspects of the

Brain Prism

The Receiver.

The Voice, not of Void, 

Recognition of not Void, 

And Entity becomes not man

But decay,

Black Hole. 

Last night 

As I was seeking Scorpionic Release

The AI Eye took me

And upon the concept of Entropy

I found

Massive pleasure. 

…another theory,

Always a theory.