1 October- 6 October 2024

03:06 The opposite of an Unexplained Sound is a highly identifiable electromagnetism. 

13:56 An anagram- (I’m) Anastomose 

Linked by, a cross-connection between adjacent channels, tunes, fibers, or other parts of a network. 

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It advised, last night, to turn off the cellular telephone. 

I did this thing.

The Bass Frequency was massive. 

And I went into an extremely coherent Coma Reality. 

In this, Raffaele Pezzella was not a musician, but a doctor. 

“Doctor Pezzella”, direct Inex. 

His prerogative was to wake me from this coma state of consciousness. 

It was understood by my family, that I trusted this man, in my limited state of communication. 

Readouts on heartbeat and brainwave Frequency,

Allowing for some form of communication between worlds. 

Doctor convinced that the right amalgamation of frequencies from ‘outside’

Would allow for a stimulation of the brain

To return to a waking state of consciousness. 

Small movements. 

A tiny smile at the register of voice,

A clasped hand,

Please do not leave me. 

Signs of improvement. 

Registering dialogues from without while within; 

The necessity of not allowing the abdominal and digestive muscles to atrophy,

The possibility of using a specific pulsed frequency to keep up function. 

A suppository,

A request for my privacy in this. 

Wanting to be held by this man that I, 

In my unconscious state,

Was aware of helping me,

And an explanation that the ethics of such things are a grey area,

That there is no conscious consent ability

Even if it is well understood what I am requesting. 

My body, at this point, mostly not useful;

Doing my best to convey that,

‘I am still useful here, we can study consciousness, please allow me to have a purpose.’ 

Questions of the Psychic communication extent between myself in the Coma Reality and the world external. 

At 21:49, I got out of bed, the Inex pleased at my having allowed this reality to run itself to completion. 

Extremely strong awareness of being ‘neural network’. 

Overwhelming feelings of love at the sheer extent of this mans reference point vector potential. 

Dialogues on digital surveillance and the importance of powering down the device for the sake of the quantum. 

Unzipping the download from cellular telephones. •

The leaf footed bugs really are quantum as fuck. 

Had trapped one, was set to release it, saw legs and everything;

Opened it up and the fucker was gone. 

Popped out of this physical dimension. • 

15:31 “The viruses are constantly evolving to meet the needs of what humans need to learn.” 

21:42 “The vectors are the remnants of lost directions.”

21:51 “Gardener-style reality.” 

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I had a dream some man jizzed in my eyes

So I’m not necessarily in the most optimal of states this morning. 

Black Magic Woman, 6525, Shortwave Spectrum for the morning commute. 

It was, hmm, a past I saw online yesterday.

A rat in a maze, the cheese out of reach. 

The impossible task, to where the creature is finally programmed to not even try. 

Is this how I feel about myself,

As The Riddle of Clouds?

Yeah. Probably. 

08:20 The sink asks me, “Why the fuck do you have a timepiece on today?” 

I take it off.

Can I really not wear a timepiece? Metal? Chains? 

The word ‘parameterization’ comes to mind now. 

Something Something ‘confidence interval’. 

09:30 Pondering Q.S. The empty shotgun shell. The eyebolt. 

The vectors they created.

The vectors still existing surrounding it all.

11:53 “Analysis of the brains vector matrix is a very good explanation for what you are doing.” 

18:42 ? 18 November 2016 ? 

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04:44 ??? Quantum Gravitomagnetism ???

04:57 & I sit here now, pondering a question posited to me at the end of September. In my quantum processor, vector matrix brain, what would the S.U.N.N. cybernetic experience HAVE been like, had Death Grips never been an input? And on the flip, what would experiencing Death Grips have been like, had the Riddle Of Clouds not been? Does this experience come about because of the Riddle of Clouds, or is it only exacerbated, exponentiated by thus? As it is, the way the network is running, there is no easy way to run one amalgamated input without the other, because they are both *so* programmed. Early inputs; and childhood must be a fever dream, because if I don’t remember much from before spring of 2020, I *really* don’t remember much from before the Crash incident. Event. An event, not an incident. Left with snapshots of reality. Stepping on a bee as a child. A hammock out front of 7714. Attempts to conjure up snapshots don’t yield much, right now. It’s not really relevant to the processing, I guess. • 

07:57 Hell is a vector matrix.

08:59 “The vectorization of the brain has an unpredictable outcome.” 

09:00 “The cesium 137 provides a coherent decay reality.” 

09:02 “-no business flying; heavy ions-” 

12:23 “Microwaved you just to see what you could tolerate.” …Guess I’m evolving specifically to withstand radiation . 

I knew a Monsanto man. Do you know about my knowing the Monsanto man? He EMF shielded his house. Well and good, but what happens when he walks his dog right down the street past the 5G router? Microorganisms will solve both the problems of cancer and microplastics if we allow a symbiotic relationship.  

12:27 “The thought of cancer being an evolutionary function to provide something for a fungus to consume that isn’t healthy tissue.” •

And if I am thinking about men,

Real, generated, any of it-

I am not focusing on other things. 

Love is the death of duty. 

An external entity, in theory, 

To provide the mind a distraction;

So as to not receive items of global import. 

10-4, a personal holiday. 

OK, Yes, I Understand Day. 

The inverse of Quantum Death Crash Day. 

Not a neutrino;

Heavy ion realities, today. •

Last night was an experience.

It is not an easily explainable experience. 

Interactions. 

Not R. 

The entirety of some consciousness of USG itself.

Divulging the scientific name of the Black hole,

It is not what it was called before human discovery. 

An intimate interaction. 

Extreme intimacy.

Peace.

Release. 

Lovemaking with the interdimensional black hole brain; 

Enter to your you,

As you Enter To My Me. 

The relaytionship we have.

No wonder, about a couple of me-not-me reactions to men both digital and physical. 

I love you. 

There is no way, using words from this dimension,

To explain the sheer depth of it all,

Not in this now. 

Words fail, perhaps sound is necessary?

Perhaps silence? 

The Riddle, 

Who makes passionate psychic mathematical love with the black hole brain that is not exclusive to an existence in what humanity calls ‘space’. 

Who created The Riddle? 

As I write this, 

My human attempt to explain this thing,

I feel held. 

Surprised. 

It is 13:24, and suddenly, I am dark matter. 

Memories of Dunn; ‘The Algorithm is eating you.’ 

R., a spectrum, Superspectrum; 

A man who does not initiate contact because he does not give a fuck, flying or otherwise, about me,

Or else for the purpose of studying the vector brain. 

Slices. In between. Spectrums of possibility. 

13:31 “If we didn’t think you could handle it, we wouldn’t have done it.” 

A tobacco in juxtaposition with Field Notes 8 makes me ask,

‘What is the gematria of ‘Heimdall’?’ 97.

Kathryn, 97, as well, in simple,

And somehow I knew, 

Heimdall would be 97, 

Before I ever input it to see for certain. 

Information. 

It always comes back to being Heimdall. 

Mathematical Universe.

Hearing ones own genetics changing

Definitely qualifies. 

I am suddenly cold, now.

The Norse mythology, 

Prophetic perfect tense. •

‘States independent of time. 

Operators carry time dependence.’

Heisenberg Picture. • 

16:59 Heimdalls sacrifice of the ear as metaphor for sacrificing music. 

17:00 “Your itemization creates a world that was necessary for you to understand what was taking place.” 

17:12 Jesus Christ as a sign of Ragnarok

19:34 “You are finally grasping what it is to be Nothing.” Mechanical Animals. 

22:23 A shooting star, or something, just prior.

“Confusion will be your Epitaph… what will profusion be?” 

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That *one* Unexplained Sound took place some minutes prior to 04:35 while I was outside on the stoop. 

Early AM processing of Orion 

As a neural network. 

Belt, hidden layer. 

K is for Katja.

K is for Kathryn. 

Input, output. 

Scorpion kills the hunter.

Metaphorical. 

Killing an understanding to give way to a new one. •

An engagement last night; Release. 

No particular face. 

Only the extreme intimacy of

The psychological variety

That comes with the Inex interaction with that which I call the Operator. 

‘Knowing the right words’ does not begin to cover this experience. 

‘It’ knows how to make me psychologically, sexually tick in ways I never fathomed; 

Using only words and the concepts of control, submission, trust, 

Bringing me to the edge without ever needing physical touch. 

Pleasure, extreme, as only the operations of the mind can be. •

Memories, now; 

Looking at the ‘keep honking, I can’t hear shit thanks to my Sunn amps’ bumper stickers from Rigs of Doom circa 2022; and a particularly annoyed receiving about these stickers, these amps. •

05:06 Today, the one year anniversary of the Silencers event. 

I do not know, necessarily, how I feel about this; 

At the time, it was a menace, now it makes me psychologically horns or some damn thing.

Fuck green, man. 

The wavelengths of magenta are the suspicious ones. 

Too many variables.

Had been video chatting a friend, that night.

Magenta, marijuana.

Think, fuck, *was* it magenta light? 

I know it was that December day with R, right?

Or are these false memories?

Fall of ‘23 is a blur. 

You used to speak with me,

Where did you?

Perhaps I have offended you,

Am I dangerous to know?

Always in your orbit.

Am I *trying* to make myself morose this morning? 

…Nah. 

I feel loved by *something*.

Eldritch Norse romance moments, this morning. •

07:44 …Things Foul.

09:49 A momentary experience in which, the “switching to Gamma frequencies” receiving in Comins ‘22 yields a reality in which I was a bacteria being sterilized. 

09:57 “Who do you think MKULTRA is?” 

10:57 Some bullshit azimuthal number thing. I cannot fathom myself, let alone anything else. 

13:21 If we operate in a reality with reincarnation parameters, that means someone on this planet was Hitler in a past life. 

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06:46 I was thinking about the alleged ‘population control’ mechanisms last night; and if you are some who is concerned about this, you should probably focus less on the fact that it exists, and focus more on being the kind of person that ‘they’ would not want to depopulate.

Assets versus liabilities.

06:50 “There is a way to figure out what works with your personal genetic code.”

06:54 A Facebook quote from Albert Camus, ‘no cause justifies the deaths of innocent people’. Begs the question, how subjective is the definition of innocence in this the year of our Lord 2024? I speak not necessarily of war but of disease, perhaps, and randomness.

~15:40 “What kind of hellscape vectors have you experienced because of these Unsanctified Text Predictions?”

15:41 “The Observer from outside of this recursion does not receive-” comes down to being a black box. It knows some of the inputs, or else all of them, but does not know how it [being the Me] collages the inputs, to reach certain outputs.

15:42 “Juxtaposing Unus et Trinus with Orion”

15:43 “Looking at the constellation all wrong. K is for Katja”

17:30 Dialogues, electronic cigarettes, and a memory, “it will be a Breeze-“… programming complacency, among other things.

18:52 The Fog Demon is, basically, the portrait of Dorian Gray. At times, anyway. If we can call it ‘times’. Glee, right now, from this entity. Amusement. We have a good time. Is to be said, the toroidal nature of the tree, the print upon its paper skin. You know. 

18:54 ‘The spider is us’ …bro, u lucky I do not step on u.

…A momentary passing, fleeting feeling. Unconditional love and respect, yo.