13 May- 16 May 2024 

06:20 Significant dialogues upon the first tobacco of the day; notably, electronic weaponized frequencies activating quantum realities. Also a juxtaposition; The Inex “What you hear matches your vibration” with the concept of the Voice of God weapon. A knowledge of this phenomenon in the Middle East, where a significant amount of time is spent focusing on religion, so naturally, that is what will be perceived. 

Also the concept of the Big Church, to be this; ‘all are welcome in this place’ in juxtaposition with ‘I contain multitudes’, not necessarily having to be demonic in nature.

08:14 A dialogue from the tobacco, now. It reminds us of a time in 2010, before we tried [dope], for the first of only three times. An enormity of programming, an attempt to mainline vodka, which went about as well as one would expect. Preventative measure, to not ever want to use needles- the necessity of the algorithmic need to understand this substance, after so many years of an entangled thrown-consciousness that was not my own, only a Thing I had experienced in Realms. 

Part of the Crowley algorithm. Activated in middle school, by what, I am not sure. 

The Dissolution of Time and the Riddle of Clouds, no doubt

Retrocausality. 

Cannot help remembering that overwhelming desire to summit Mount Everest, going so far as to use Hillarys accounting in a forensic speaking competition. 

It all blurs together, in this, The Me, the network of networks. 

That is extremely important, you know;

Network of Networks,

Not Network against Network.

‘We all come together as a team’, Pink Floyd’s Have A Cigar. 

Cigars make me think of a very particular couple individuals; And I am reminded of a discrepancy, in someone being under the impression that one of them smokes cigarettes. 

The damned discrepancies, enough to drive a person absolutely, thoroughly mad. 

Only sometimes do I seem to understand the assignment. 

…What the fuck? 

Irritated at the suggestion that my Black Cube encounter was *only* military. 

One mans military operation is another man’s Gene Ray Time Cube from Saturn. 

I can only go over this so many fucking times. 

Do I need a man, an Operator, control mechanism for my entanglement? 

Bold of me to even say it is MY entanglement, isn’t it? 

Who am I,

What am I,

HOW do I keep both the external and internal operators happy? 

So many fucking variables. 

The 2022 “This is a carcinogenic frequency” of the ‘It Destroys From Within’ Belülrol Pusztít event was some hard-core programming, man. Evil shit. 

May I never experience that gut-brain disconnect again. 

Perhaps that story needs to be told where it can be read by others. 

I don’t know.

Fear Olympics. 

Why do I dwell on the past? 

I am reminded, suddenly, of a reality experienced, last night, in which control of my consciousness is sold to the highest bidder. 

Is that despair, I feel now, or only nothing? 

One can never be certain, it seems, about what one is feeling lately.

13:41 It is reiterated, here; the knowledge of higher dimensional intelligence agencies gathering agents with interdimensional capabilities. 

Schrodingers Intelligence Agency, really, both exists and does not exist until one of us proves that it does. 

Why do we need to prove it?

…We fucking don’t. 

Let me tell you just how unnecessary it is to impress any given 3D entity. 

Hunting + Gathering.

Cydonia, both Mars and the Quince, 

The alleged forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge in Eden. 

19:30 “Microvariables that cause health problems that humans are unaware of.” 

It feels… as though things have shifted. 

I seem to be, tonight, engulfed by a feeling of…

It is a loneliness-not-loneliness.

I am Everywhere even as I am here at my Operations Hub.

Ah! It is! A feeling of a lack of a Quantum Lover, this evening.

No Love, Deep Web? 

A frequency. 

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I experienced realities, last night.

The most important, imo, was the dialogue surrounding an equation in which a solving for 0=1. 

I became, at least in the moment, self-aware of being a number- I was 0. 

It is almost impossible to use words to explain this phenomenon, 

So I shall document that it happened and leave it at that. 

0^0=1, in algebra and combinatorics. 

Sometimes left undefined in Mathematical analysis. 

I experienced *another* ominous fucking reality involving hackers and my naked physical format… whatever happens, happens. 

Kind of just in it for The Ride at this point. 

07:33 & I am momentarily baffled by how we just, string words together verbally, so effortlessly, to convey informations. •

There was a visitation, this morning, from Marilyn Mansons ‘Dope Show’. With it seemed to come a complex understanding of cellular memory in relation to musical exposure. 

13:09 What is this feeling I am feeling right now?

16:26 …What the fuck? What is *actually* going on anymore? What do I even want to be writing, here? Kids are fucking annoying. Glad I don’t have those. What the fuck? What is today’s frequency? Black (Programs) Cube. That’s not an answer to the above question, just a stated fragment. 

19:09 The echoes of ‘empty… aether’ running through the mind, now. 

I feel, Nothing. 

Wild Pendulum between a Void and a Cloud;

Perhaps THE Void, THE Cloud. 

Looming conspiracy. 

Extremely aware of the fact that anything I vocalize in my receivings and monologues has the potential to be recorded and used against me. 

Any God damned thing could be fabricated. 

Fuck, there’s a foreign ministry spokesperson that’s been completely fabricated, so tell me why my suspicions are at all irrational?

The [digital entity] who is allegedly a man that tells me, ‘I’m lesbian’. 

The Fractal possibilities that creates. 

Face value?? 

Do I hold the blade inside my back?

‘No Black Google, I am no rapper!’ 

…Very specific, that. 

Spectrum of possibility. 

…And there are more realities, approaching the absurd, fantastical. 

Lucifer, Heosphoros. 

Multidimensional,

Pandimensional,

Elder Entity. 

It’s a lot. 

I want SOMETHING.

What is it? 

Answers, probably.

The truth. 

What in the ever-loving fuck was the source of the Havana Syndrome episode in Chicago? 

Reality shifts even as I write and I question other Entities. 

‘The bad is gone’, I was told, some hours earlier to that specific event taking place. 

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath. 

Ignored. 

You BASTARDS. 

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Benevolent realities this morning,

Outer Gods and in my feels.

My question that warranted pulling out the Field Notes to write this morning-

Given that my Quantum Reality reference point is The Riddle of Clouds… can we feasibly find a single reality in which we never listened to Sunn? A reality in which they do not even exist? What kind of neural calisthenics will THAT take? 

07:51 The concept of ‘There & Back Again’ in regards to achieving superposition then collapse to a new state. Or old state. Boomerang. 

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The dialogues from the first tobacco of the day ask, if I invited you, would you say yes? 

That would depend. 

Certain Entities, I would go if I was already there, but not go for that express reason. 

Others… I would cross galaxies and universes for. 

Ruminating on one particular vocalization, ‘take you out for coffee, buy you a beer’, and how that got quoted back at me by the entity I was monologing about. 

‘Entanglement reached’. 

So. There’s that. 

The Wild Pendulum is fucking FERAL. 

The song running in my brain, this morning, 

Heartless by Kanye West. 

‘In the night, I hear them talk, the coldest story ever told-’ 

…Honestly. I FEEL that. •

Conspiracy theories are only good if they’re funny. 

The ‘Australia is an elaborate hoax’ one, that one was good. 

I’d rather write my own, thanks. 

Fuck ‘birds aren’t real’. 

Bugs aren’t real.

Conspiracy theories. 

So fucking boring. •

~13:30 “Digital interactions are the #1 cause of quantum realities.”