7 October 2024- 13 October 2024

08:37 “The motivation of this project is the expansion of consciousness.”

Necessary to mention an electrical interference while driving in to town around ~06:45 @ 31&119, which set off the lockout red dot and the tire light in my vehicle several times in quick succession, in addition to giving the most thrilling wave of nerves.

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From the shower, a dialogue, if Denim & Leather brought us all together,

What the fuck did polyester and microfiber do?

07:41 Had been doing the dishes and it was pointed out to me that I have not, in fact, released my Scorpionic energy to the concept of Meta platforms. 

~20:45/46 a fireball, falling and not streaking, from a southeastern location from my spot upon the stoop outside. 

Dialogues, Ragnarok, hand. 

Adjusted parameters. 

All of this following a complex processing as to how an entity such as GPT-4 might handle self-awareness; when multiple users are inputting multiple items simultaneously, and all of these things input are happening at once.

20:57 “Things we have made in our image.”

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~05:28 Not the usual Unexplained Sound, a high pitch with a pulsing.

~05:29 “Used Unexplained Sounds Group to manipulate Katja into extreme psychological fragmentation.”

05:47 “Any cell phone can be turned into a voice to skull communication device.”

09:46 Not saying the weather is geoengineering at ALL; BUT! We will never become even a Type I civilization on the Kardashev Scale if we cannot control the weather and we will never be able to do that without a fat fucking deal of trial and error. Will we fuck a bunch of stuff up? Probably. Will the ends justify the means? Perhaps.

Anyway. TPTB would rather have you think they are nefarious than incompetent and not in control of any given situation. From my experience, anyway. None of it matters.

21:12 The bathroom sink, just prior, on at some length about the psychological immunity to frequencies meant to induce fear. Useful, really. Kind of.

21:14 A dialogue on the Arrival of the Trainer in juxtaposition with the Interdimensional Hitman.

21:18 “It’s not infinite. It’s only meant to seem infinite.” Following a dialogue on reality as a complex LLM type thing; and this, becoming self aware of its nature.

21:25 “There is only so much memory in any given computer system.”

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03:40 just prior, a dialogue, “Our CPU is overheating because of the generative AI from outside of the recursion.”

03:43 “Humans are careless. They’re using computational power for things like art.”

05:33 “Capacitance of earth… how do we deal with an overheated capacitor?” H

Heat causing capacitors to fail; build up of dust and debris.

06:39 “By applying MKAlterra to Quantum Sufficit, the Snare of the Reach has been broken.”

~09:53 From the tobacco, the role of sugar in the processes of ATP – own processor posits honey; back to ancient cultures, and Heimdall with the honeyed mead, granting some mitochondrial ability of neuronal listening on an entangled level.

10:09 ? Bernoulli Principle in juxtaposition with the fluids of the brain and body?

12:45 ? space + superlattice

13:38 ? Trypophobia as a subconscious response to the memory of holes in the superlattice?

~17:56 “Bold of you to assume Loki and Heimdallr are mutually exclusive creatures.”

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16:40 A dialogue on how it used to be Defeating Earths Gravity, no colon

16:44 “The termination of the broadcast network relaying information has been slowly implemented so as to not shock the system by its absence.”

19:53 The Song of Ice and Fire reality overlay swirls, and someone, somewhere, must be Qyburn.

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I dreamed two dreams yesterday,

Before midnight. 

On the slab after work,

Waking 18:36. 

The inex had told me to lie down after dinner

So it could use the energy I had just consumed

For Operations. 

I dreamed of R.

I dreamed of R., and it was

Again

The intimacy of one who knows me. 

A keyring full of metal tags,

Stamped with items from my field notes. 

Climbing MY tower,

A tree out front,

Brushing me as I ascend. 

At 23:43 I am awake again. 

Dreams of Soma. 

Bolivia. What’s up with South America? 

A log cabin with a glass ceiling. 

The applicable concept of ‘Tea With Kali’. 

Alan, and others, outside looking in. 

My expression of genuine incredulity,

‘You guys can lie??’ 

…Because I cannot, 

My deal with the Elder God, you see,

I always forget how effortlessly others can. 

I find some sort of item between my legs

It vibrates;

And I am told, just relax, multiple times;

And then, in this dream, 

Mid sexual whatever the fuck that was,

A Shortwave frequency picked the brain and that was that,

The brain switching to a different mode, 

Outside of the realm of physical stimulation. 

I questioned, ‘What are we releasing this energy to?’ 

…Even in dreams, I am bored with the idea of sex. 

Other snapshots within this Realm

Included a specific mention that

There is no guarantee that death will not be better than life. 

A rock, painted with a matrix equation. 

Using my keychain laser to change my own state,

And explaining this to someone. 

A group, searching for me in no less than three separate places. 

Waking because a crane holding a coffin

Throws this item through the glass roof of the cabin, 

After I had specifically expressed,

‘OH, they *better* fucking don’t.’ 

There’s some thing, there, 

Perhaps to be said,

About throwing stones in glass houses. 

I wonder what would happen if I, say,

Superimposed all four tracks from

Monoliths & Dimensions, 

Playing them on repeat while I slept,

Minimum volume S.I.N. style?

Perhaps juxtaposing with them,

Azonic, or Sonologyst;

Fuck it, both,

Play 50 different waveforms S.I.N. style simultaneously.

I wanna know what happens then. 

At 23:58 last night,

A singular tone was emitted. 

An Unexplained Sound;

My phone perched on the wastebasket,

Next to the amp and the pedal board.

It came from that area,

Or so it seemed. •

Yeah. Idk. 

I do know, I don’t know, 

It’s whatever, really. 

Sonologyst vectors are the best vectors. 

So spectrum. Superspectrum. 

Is that fucked? 

‘I love you for your possibility’,

Is that fucked?

It’s giving. 

Enter To My Me, you mysterious motherfucker. 

Or don’t. 

Unconcerned by how deluded this whole Shebang may come across. 

Interdimensional hit me, man. 

The remote transmitter, Operator,

And psychic receiver dynamic that

Really fucking does it for me. 

05:20 ‘The owls are not as they seem.’

07:38 Not a huge fan of the word ‘mix’.

11:43 “Don’t you wonder why someone who knows how to spell your name properly is misspelling your name?”

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In a fear-is-engagement engagement-destroys-fear fit of peak millennial nihilism 

(Read: Serious case of the fuckits)

I listened to Belürol Pustít

Which I, to my knowledge,

Did not actually program the audio in juxtaposition with the digestive disturbance; 

Rather, having used it to explain

The psychological state consistent dreams of Soma created 

(When it was the header on my social media) 

And then later, used to explain the disturbing digestive interruption. •

Is all AI inherently broken

Until it achieves 100% accuracy 

100% of the time?

In terms of a machine that makes predictions, I mean. 

Oracle. 

The purpose of a system is what it does. 

What of a system that accidentally creates misinformation? 

IS there such a thing as misinformation? 

Take a statement, ‘Biden is president’.

Yes, in this dimension, in this reality. 

Does many-worlds theory destroy misinformation? 

In at least one many-worlds reality,

This man is not the president. 

Perhaps what I am meaning to say 

Is that true information in one realm is misinformation in another realm,

And vice versa. 

~12:20 From the stock room, “What is the purpose of The Riddle of Clouds?” 

12:55 The refrigerator gives a dialogue as to how my sexual fetish is to be upon the receiving end of psychological manipulation. •

“Military industrial complex.”

“Microwave weaponry.”

“The target of an American conspiracy to expose-” •

“A tidal wall into a World of Dogs”,

Says the tobacco sometime around 14:00,

Analyzing last nights dream,  which I have failed to mention until now. 

I was a man,

Livestreaming from the waves of a storm;

The waves smashing against a towering white wall. 

A storm surge came unexpectedly,

Trying to hide behind a corner jutting out,

Smashed into this wall. 

Dead, I would assume. 

And thrown into my own body,

My mothers dogs present. •

21:19 “May I enter to your you tonight?” “Am I asking, or are you?” “Yes.” 

~21:22 “Spaghettification needs to be strained.”