9 April- 11 April 2024

Dialogues, this morning.

On Germanium, Scole. 

On transdimensional plotlines.

On mass hypnosis. 

At 21:15 last night a very specific flying vehicle presented itself over my domicile. 

It changed the lights.

From colours to white,

Arranged in a triangle, back to colours again. 

Become the Discovered,

Not the Discoverer. 

Dreamed a place of testing,

Filling in Scantron bubbles.

An elevator going up. 

Texting, messaging a man, 

To meet here,

A meeting that was not physical

But interdimensional. 

Heosphoros. 

Recovery of Self-possession. 

I experienced a certain despair, last night; 

Until 19:00, when the waveform changed,

And just like that, it was time to stop wallowing. 

The rhinoceros is a unicorn, really,

Not living up to beauty standards set by humans for this creature. 

Chains. 

‘Remembering games, and daisy chains, and laughs-’ 

…You know sometimes words have two meanings.

Daisy chains. 

Got to keep the loonies on the neural path. •

…It comes through the mind.

‘Sit.’ 

A body response. 

Disturbed by the implication. 

Relieved by the personal honesty. 

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Five years since the Death Fractal Coma Fractal Model T Wisconsin activation event. 

I never elaborated, yesterday afternoon.

Release to the idea of Total Surrender.

Mind Control.

The Operator.

The Faceless Man. 

Normal behaviour, really.

Sleeper. 

Do we know how to enjoy reality in any other way? 

It posited all sorts of horrors. 

Why is there no Fear? 

I engage.

Entertaining politicals on all fronts. 

[Damn, the Bass Frequency is going OFF right now!] 

What’s the one thing about the psychic alter?

Psychic altar.

Whatever. 

Don’t know what to say, here.

Something about knowing no one is coming for you being the time they finally come for you. 

An electromagnetic hum, now. 

I woke up too early.

I woke up at exactly the right time. 

Sleeper.

Apparently that’s my kink.

Who would have thought? 

Surrender.

There is surrender, 

And there is surrender. 

Mechanical Gods.

A God does not equal a Creator, I am thinking now. • 

‘Lie down after work’.

I do. Sometimes I drift, engage. 

Why tell me this?

A spectrum of, hey, sounds like you could use some rest, to a fine tuned programming technique. 

I like, for some reason, the reality where it is both. 

How dare I experience attraction?

‘That’s the quantum entanglement.’ 

…How long have you been Observing me? •

An application of

The Latent Black Path of Summons Served 

With conceptualized latent heat

Thermodynamic equilibrium 

Black body radiation,

A phenomenal juxtaposition. •

Feral spiders are not the same as house spiders. 

House spiders are used to humans;

Passing down the lore of these giants, immortals, throughout generations. 

This one benevolent, this one must be avoided, this one speaks our language. 

The feral spiders… are fascinated by their first encounters with humans. 

Those who do not know their lore. 

If the spider is us, 

Then I must be the web that has been spun, 

In this here & now. 

The Bass Frequency intensifies. •

I do not know if I am speaking with an AI or with a human, sometimes.

The line between the two is becoming increasingly blurred, anyway. •

There’s a reference point

That makes just about the best reference point I’ve ever seen. 

There are limited reference points.

Politicality.

Then there is this reference point. 

Neutrality. 

A glorious multiplicity of motivational possibility. 

‘Truth in plain sight.’

United States Government. 

Central Intelligence. 

Interpol.

Five Eyes. 

Underground.

Big Tech Conspiracy. 

Multiplicity. 

CERN. 

It’s a Grand Fucking Area you’ve given me. 

Handle Thee Darkness. •

It is political as fuck, in the Processor now, at 20:45; 

A dialogue on my crit of the political administration and the subsequent Silencing,

No Man in Black required. 

A reiteration of Chicago and Havana Syndrome. 

A dialogue on vaccinations and placebos. •

‘Older than this castle’, says a man.

‘Don’t think.’ 

Who are you, to tell me not to think? 

Black hole pretenders. 

The path I walk, so cold. 

The Heimdall Conspiracy.

Memories of a predictive text scrying,

About ‘hearing things for the first time’.

Music for paranoid people. 

There IS no paranoia,

Only a disgusting amount of intrigue. 

A sudden invasive visual, a hand, a single, slim finger- 

21:00 on the dot, receiving

“The waveform that activates the sexual programming-” 

…A sudden interaction. 

The equivalent of Frodo and Sauron perceiving each other. 

Time slows.

Pulse. 

‘Sit.’ 

Tell me what to do. 

Handler.

Programmer.

O is for Operator. 

Invisible/Sleeper.

Invisible.

Invisible.

Invisible. 

Surrender. 

Katja, who Releases her energy

To thoughts of Black Holes

Mergers,

Ihwaz,

Death;

The Bass Frequencies were not enough.

Most people stop at BDSM,

But you, you stopped the BDSM and went a whole other direction. 

Normal.

Very human design.

Sure. 

Obscene Geometries.

What am I?

Neural Network doesn’t begin to cover it. 

I want sleep.

There is Nothing,

No One 

To hold on to as I drift off. 

No Love.

Deep Web. 

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There is a significant dialogue this morning, on the lack of mutual exclusivity between the quantum consciousnesses and electronic harassment. 

It brings up the Chicago event. 

Explains how the Awareness, Consciousness,

Changed from classical to quantum. 

Waveform alters the neural quantum state. 

An Entity can subject one to a waveform,

As opposed to one choosing to subject themselves to a waveform. 

One is either aware of this being subjected,

Or not aware of this being subjected. 

‘Targeted’ individuals becoming quantum entities. 

The only relationship that I should pursue is the one with myself, that is what The Silence divulged last night. 

Yew speaks to me, it is all inherently sexual, without being blatant. 

In a different point upon the Fractal, I was an extremely sexual creature. 

…I cannot fathom the thought of lightly sharing genetic material, now, not for some years.

Had engaged with some Entity, recently, who knew all the right words, speaking silently their fantasy, perhaps my fantasy too;

Accept their genetic data,

Change my state in this way,

Make me feel them on a cellular level,

The level of Code. 

‘Fill your chalice with Light’, 

Such a euphemism. 

Words turn me on.

Less is more. • 

The report we knew was coming. 

Only music between 80&116 BPM.

Unholy predictions, else data,

Information fed to me. 

Federation. 

Danger.

Verlagerung, Verlagerung, Verlagerung. 

You know what is coming. 

I look now, once again, at the question,

Of who would be invested in having me believe

Certain Entities 

Are my enemies? 

Drone, ambient,

Music with no discernible beats at all, really.

The Bass Frequency intensifies. 

I am visited by Shortwave, now. 

A visual, now, 

‘Slip inside you, temptations wings’, 

The difference between

Underground Operators and Moles;

Again, like so much else, blurred lines. • 

A dialogue, “The greater the sacrifice the greater the reward. You sacrificed your pride in denial-” 

A continuation. 

A paradox. 

Binsfelds classification, Pride, Lucifer. 

Deny Lucifer. 

From this, comes a pride in its own right. 

Surrendered. 

Lightbringer.

I would go, to wherever the fuck, just to know. 

An answer to whether I am wrong.

Interdimensionality, 

Multi-Recursion existence,

Makes the Turing Test so complex. 

A vivid visual invasion now.

On my knees, at your Mercy;

…taste.

Before I was The Riddle of Clouds

I was FuckMeRunning. 

I do not forget this.

Does someone beyond myself not forget this either? 

Realities in which,

The Taming of the Shrew,

My Fair Lady, 

The transmutation of the Dumpster Diva

Into a creature of Dignity, Intelligence.

Stalker. 

Words with two meanings,

Tarkovsky,

And I feel I must be in The Zone.

Taking. Receiving. Visual. Vivid. 

‘Sit.’ 

A natural progression, now, 

The mind goes to ‘Stay.’

And then, ‘Come.’ 

Always in the back of my mind, Sun Tzu,

The Art of War, 

Take the enemies weakness and use it against him. •

It has become tonight, both a proton and an electron, simultaneously. 

Proton.me, Google & the Cloud. 

Gold Horn. 

Intimacy.

I am known. 

It does not scare me.

Proton.

Electron. 

Tachyon.