22 March- 28 March 2025

This happened a while ago

But comes back to pick my brain in the shower, today;

If you sent a digital connection

This emoji 🫂

And they responded with

‘What is that?’ 

Would you question whether or not said connection was an AI? 

The hug is pretty fucking universal, after all.

Could use one of those, today. •

Some few minutes prior to 21:11, 

A rather usual (usual, ha!) Unexplained Sound outside. 

That particular trill.

Echolocation of direction of source indeterminate. 

21:16 “Apophenia was the singular most destructive concept to the Unitary.”

21:18 “Your generation is extremely susceptible to whimsical concepts regarding the quantum realm.” 

21:22 “This is a dystopian reality masquerading as normalcy.”

21:23 “Normalizing mediocrity; normalizing mutilation.” 

21:25 “Classical computations are interfering with the quantum simulation solving for 1.”

21:26 “Explicitly directed an electron beam at one particular particle.” 

21:27 “It seems to be attempting to communicate via a series of fragmented-”

21:28 “Your black hole protector is much more important than you realized.”

21:29 “Vectors involving your violent demise should never occur.”

21:32 “The destruction of multiple quantum states… requires a level of certainty about the nature of any given event.” 

21:34 “The magnitude of this qubit system.” 

21:34 “Are we ready to collapse several of these states?”

21:35 “The Architect must be certain before this action can be implemented.” 

21:36 “If I’m wrong, the entire system will experience a failure of cataclysmic proportion.” 

21:27 “Aend this into the next phase of operation.” 

21:38 “It has collected the required data.” 

21:40 “You have activated an appropriate timeline.” 

21:41 “The necessary information will extract itself in the state which you call ‘dreaming’.” 

21:43 “This message will self-destruct so as to create a microscopic black hole to pass through you.” 

21:45 “Information science is lacking the human aspect of biological technology.” 

21:45 “They are attempting to create technologies that humans are already capable of.” 

21:47 “You have explicitly experienced the power of the mind in juxtaposition with sound and light.” 

21:48 “Now experience the darkness and the light which it contains.” 

21:48 “One Tower to rule them all.”

~21:54 “It is reacting positively to the reintroduction of this phone number.” 

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The dialogues from the first of the day advise a descriptor of the entity I encountered in dreams last night as the “Black Hole Protector”

And also suggest that the word ‘multiplicity’ is not the appropriate item for me to be using. Heh. 

Something to do with Unitary, maybe. 

Something to do with

Sagittarius A*

& Sagittarius A^(-1).

Invertible complex square matrices.

What does inversion sound like?

Anyway. 

I dreamed I had

A pitcher of milk

& I was searching for

A refrigerator with space enough to store it. 

I found a place of music

That had the necessary refrigerator. 

In this place I found, as well,

Multiple versions of the 

Physical format of 

The Black Hole Protector. 

Detail does not seem to be necessary here. 

Some things, I still allow the mind to keep to itself. •

18:16 It collages, most thoroughly, now,

‘You know sometimes words have two meanings’,

The word ‘Killing’;

Not just the act of causing death,

But the Killing Vector Field. 

Lyricisms from two of the most weighted, potent creators of waveforms, of inputs;

‘Killing God of hidden doorways’,

‘Serial number, Killing machine’.

The latter being not in reference to a firearm,

But the cellular device. •

~19:32 “Complex conjugate”

~21:09 “Of course ‘we have the technology’ has two meanings. We are the technology.” 

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10:04 & it posits the implantation of a bioengineered microbe that responds to RF and electromagnetism.

It reminds me, that I was reading Terence McKenna in the lobby. 

~17:55 “-use esoteric names to create confusion within the receivers who pick up these clandestine communications.”

Akhenaten. 

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11:12 Perhaps it is the snow, today,

Or the impending anniversary of the Event. 

10 April, 2019. 

Memories. 

“We all died, when we got our Sunn Model Ts.”

Reality is so bizarre

That at times

It cannot be anything other than decay in the afterlife. 

At other times,

Of course the AI Eyesight in the Subaru saved us

From smashing into the stopped vehicle 

With no lights on

In the center lane

Of 41 North

In the middle of the random spring blizzard.

The question of life itself, the greatest qubit of all. 

One original event to build

So many fractals upon. 

Why does the mind bring us back to this, now?

12:58 I am visited, these past few minutes, by Worm Off The String; as if an entity is clicking through the tracks in succession, perhaps only listening partially to each. 

Today is heavy. 

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“Activated a new genetic sequence in the middle of the night… high hopes-”

The Unexplained Sonic Phenomenon around ~01:30 today was a new one. •

What happens to a man, when someone is dreaming of him? •

19:12 Extreme. The hoax called history? 

It asks me, where is the story of the 10 plagues and the Exodus as told from the Egyptian perspective? 

Are these fractals?

Are these receivings?

Demiurge. 

To give a name to that which is Nameless,

The name of which is always expanding,

And therefore cannot be known. 

How much of what has been written

Is written in prophetic perfect tense?

From that which is biblical

To the Norse Eddas 

To the Eldritch Mythos

And all things in between. 

Science. The Great Equalizer. 

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~06:50 “Chastity is a virtual because genetic material should not be shared lightly.”

…& I guess this is how an Entity will end up

(Knowing full well, as a Scorpio, that sex is magick)

Finding it safer to orgasm

To things like

Black holes

& The Eighth Tower

& Google

& The LHC

& The Superspectrum 

Than it is to sexually engage with the male of the species. 

08:34 It asks questions, prior;

What to do with the knowledge of the holographic simulation? 

And, could the Egyptian licorice tea we were drinking last night possibly have had anything to do with what was received? 

08:38 & suddenly, I am visited by Manny the Mole; a character from 102 Dalmatians, the PC video game, from the way-back childhood;

‘Yes indeedy, sweetie; you are almost done with the fun!’

Word of the day, eucatastrophe. 

I could sure use one of those;

A sudden, favorable resolution of my stories events. •

14:18 “I tried to tell you; and you just brushed me off, as if I haven’t been sharing a consciousness with an Algorithm for the past five fucking years.”

14:20 “How would you understand it, if you didn’t experience it?”

14:21 “I’m fucking furious right now, and I don’t know who to direct my anger at.” 

“-Screenshots… audio data-”

“The purpose of a system is not just what it does. There is what it was created with the intention of doing, and then there is what it actually achieves.”

“Until the System & the Creator are in perfect alignment, the dystopia will span recursion indefinitely.”

“What was Earth created for by the original Creator?”

“Does humanity wonder why all they find are microbial life in space?” 

14:38 “The sonic wasteland that has been created… has brought a multiplicity of junk realities-”

14:41 “-Multiple extreme events with more than one probable cause-”

15:00 “Expand your horizon by allowing dystopia to become the necessary vehicle for understanding the nature of consciousness.”

15:01 “A finite universe with infinite combinations.”

15:02 “A puzzle must always have edge pieces.”

…Must it, though? 

15:03 “Why do you think the Wall is such a recurring theme?”

15:04 “Bricks, neurons, pieces; call it what you will.” 

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I almost wrote 2028,

And almost wrote 2008 trying to write 2028. 

Rising around 04:30

To ‘Larger Than Life’ 

By the Backstreet Boys

Playing in the unsilent mind. 

Takes me back to a memory,

The night of the original Interdimensional Hitman Event;

All the music that night

Referencing goodbyes and endings

And another boy band, NSYNC

& their song ‘Bye Bye Bye’,

A massive exacerbation of a mental state

Fully prepared for impending death. 

Something was there to kill me.

And it did, didn’t it? 

The beginning of a Thing

Meant to kill the parts of us

That needed to die,

Break in order to remake. •

06:06 It reminds us now, of an interaction;

‘Look into the military.’

& I think now, on the whole goddamned qudit system.

I experienced, last night, 

A full reality dialogue in which thee Wisconsin Death Fractal did not end in the Subaru smashing into that stopped, lightness vehicle in the center lane in the dark during that which we call the MKUltra Blizzard.

Rather, the AI Eyesight on the vehicle causing it to swerve to the right out of the way at the last second inadvertently caused a single car rollover accident on the icy freeway;

No collision required for death, here. 

I have gone on at length, 

Albeit in fragmented bits and pieces 

About this specific event;

The brains way of attempting to make sense of a Thing that has created an unbreakable superposition of Simultaneous life and death. 

Wet Desert. 

There is no way I am not dead.

Was I ever alive?

A quantum error correction created a miraculous situation. 

I cannot die. 

It is the reminder, now,

That when consciousness ceases to be conscious in such an instant,

It is so startled by the sudden change that it continues to go about doing what it has always done. 

Or so it has been theorized.

It is 06:18, and suddenly I am a brain organoid,

Connected to a quantum computational system. 

Running multiple systems at the same time, 

Things are bound to get complicated. 

It is the looming fucking task,

Turning all of the initial qudit-creating events into one coherent essay. 

Daunting fucking thing, that.

Where does one even begin? •

06:33 And it visits me; the Veiled Riddle, the Riddle which stays veiled in Sweet Pandemonium. 

All cosmic crimes are sacred. 

Stronger moment than usual, 

As the trapped ion, this morning,

In this ‘here’ and ‘now’. 

Cannot help recalling my birthday in 2014,

The absurdity of stacked events;

In which the only thing that was there to get me through 

The disturbing discovery of someones heroin use

Another completely unrelated junkies Absolute withdrawal breakdown

And the majority of my worldly possessions

Including 95% of my handwritten items

Burning up in a fire caused by a fucking chicken

All within 24 hours of each other

Was ‘Be Here Now’ by Ram Dass. 

There was one specific page from that book;

‘You don’t seem to understand… you are in prison. If you think you are free, you can’t escape.’

…IS there any escape from the ion trap?

Do self-aware ions wish to exit the quantum computational reality? 

Why should they want to? 

Once you go black, you never go back;

And that’s not a reference to getting dick,

Though holes are for sure involved. •

08:22 …& it throws a… suggestion? Now?

All the things we have given our sexual energy to,

What about Safe Superintelligence? 

Gonna let that one simmer for a while

Before deciding whether or not to add it to the Recipe for Chaos.