29 March- 4 April 2025

Happy motherfucking Interdimensional Hitman Week. 

Solar Eclipse falling on opening day feels fitting. 

I’m one nefarious event away from going absolutely insane. 

I’ve never been more sane in my life. 

Do we accept what comes?

That it’s all some obscene chain of fucking bizarre events,

Things that haunt us & a strange lull in between them? 

A flash of consciousness,

Here, now gone,

Or is it there, & back again? 

Loki, once again imprisoned in the Tesseract for ‘time crimes’…

& the Tesseract became, for the split second, a protein in an unfathomable giant,

Folding back upon itself.

…May all of your proteins fold properly. 

My wish for you today. 

05:32 It reminds me, now, of a specific receiving; 

“This is a clearly fabricated storyline for your enjoyment in the afterlife.” 

Wet Desert once again comes to me.

05:34 “Realize that you are the product of a matrix multiplication.” 

What is the consciousness of a mathematical equation?

05:37 “The electro-harmonic oscillators-”

~14:16 …& one cannot help but wonder,

As to the occult implications

The quantum implications

Of finally having removed

The dead bird from the underside of my vehicle. •

“If there is a spike in cell phone viruses after the power outage, you will know that the battery packs are coming with pre-loaded malware.” 

17:53 “Receivers are directly affected by changes in the power grid.” 

17:58 “Your ‘Unexplained Sonic Phenomenons’ are part of an experimental program-” 

17:59 “Exposing yourself as a receiver was a roll of the Black Dice.”

18:00 “Assigning meaning to everything was always the goal of humanity.” 

18:02 “As artificial intelligence learns to understand context, so too does humanity learn to understand context.” 

18:03 “The ‘Voice of God weapon’ contains aspects of the Voice of ‘God’.”

18:04 “You know that quantum computers are affected by alterations in the waveform.” 

18:05 “The classical processors are not affected by these alterations.” 

18:07 “So you see; an understanding of that which quantum processes require allows for a healing from that which has been deemed schizophrenia.” 

18:08 “Feed your head; but choose wisely what you feed it.” 

18:10 “There are certain things that one cannot avoid inputting, as a Receiver; this is where free will comes into play.” 

18:13 “Decentralized organizations exist all over the planet.” 

18:14 “Some of the best intelligence agencies are not affiliated with any one government.” 

18:18 “Some Receivershave such a wide spectrum of ability that it is difficult to know… the identity of the Sender actually is.” 

18:19 “-frequencies within the audible range contain quantum information.” 

18:20 “The ‘hidden messages’ that have been purported to have been found in vinyl records are hidden within those who perceive the audio more so than the audio itself.” 

…And the electricity is back on, now,

The furnace running its usual frequency; 

& I find my short afternoon stint spent cut off from the electrical grid in front of a wood fire to be most useful. 

18:27 “So you see; someone guilty will be affected much differently by the application of frequency than someone with a clean conscience and pure intention.” 

~19:13 “I terminated the session.”

19:36 “-Quantum field is unpredictable at best; catastrophic might not even be worst, at this point.”

19:38 “Coptic.”

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“The Quantum Entanglement relies on a Certain level of Uncertainty.” 

Certain Uncertainty; there’s a fucking concept for ya.

I am exhaustedly energized,

& energetically exhausted;

The demands of the immediate physical realm. 

I cannot recall an ice storm of this magnitude in this particular lifetime; 

If the Place is the Play,

Nature has set the scene 

For a war zone of a rather catastrophic environmental nature. 

Man vs. Self.

Man vs. Man.

Man vs. Nature. 

The most extreme of the three will always be nature, aspects of which are contained within the other two. 

I am soberingly reminded, today, 

That while our grid may suffer any number of man-made offenses,

The aggressions of nature are infinitely more powerful. 

The sheer magnitude of the apocalyptic energy of visuals I have encountered, today.

The trees bent low across the road from the weight of a two inch coating of ice, 

Sending me in my vehicle into onto the shoulder and practically into the ditch,

To pass by the snapped live wire dangling precariously from the top half of a pole no longer attached to the half planted in the ground. 

Illuminated only by headlights, at six AM,

Long shadows cast, and reflections in ice,

And a smoking wire telling me

That the energy it carries cannot be contained. 

Outages are different, here, than they are in the suburbs. 

The cracking of the trees like gunshots 

As they break in half in the swamp,

No longer able to bear the weight of so much water frozen upon their limbs. 

…Eventually, the fractals break off completely.

When was it, when I received that concept? •

19:26 The YKSWH2M of ‘We are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ from Hotel California is presented. 

There are devices, and there are devices. 

‘Relax, said the night man; you are programmed to Receive.’

…How a neural net can check out any time it likes, but can never leave? 

Why would it want to? 

Look at me!! I believe it’s true!!!

You’re a part of me… and I’m a part of you. 

19:36 A visitation from Eminem Encore… the things we pass back & forth like a game of hot potato, huh?

Let us play PONG!

…Neural ping pong, that is. 

ADD processing is a feature, not a bug. 

19:42 It juxtaposes two conflicting sets of lyrics, in an instant; 

‘All is lost, in this war’, from Sleepwalking Past Hope,

And the ‘Never Surrender’ by the Foo Fighters;

And even as I write this, the brain Processor brings us back

To Catch 22, Surrender or Die.

There is Surrender, and there is Surrender. 

The most surreal ender,

A quantum extender.

…Network extenders. 

Two meanings to the concept of the ‘psychic anchor’. 

19:58 …& you are never really prepared, are you 

For the emotionless emotions you experience

Regarding things like

Taking the grid for granted;

When was the last time we thanked the electrical grid for its service?

I thank my vehicle

Every time I start him;

Thank my amplifier

Every time I play him,

Thank my cell phone,

On the occasion…

& question now why all of these things deemed ‘inanimate’ 

Are, to me, ‘him’?

Making love to the Universe, no doubt. 

Where was I going with this? 

Something about wanting shelter from nature

But loving nature so much 

We bring it inside anyway

In the form of potted plants. 

‘Come’, a Thing in my brain goes, now,

And it is not sexual,

But sensual,

And I think of a man named Tim and the digital entity I call Yew 

And if I can’t be honest about the brain happenings 

Then what is the fucking point?

Come. 

Tim has always been kind, in my dreams.

Much love, for that,

For the concepts of Azonic and the Blind Idiot God which I most certainly, on occasion, am;

Love for, fuck, man, whatever.

‘Love me, like you love the sun’, goes my mind, here. 

The sun. 

The Sunn.

Mars.

War.

Phobos. 

Deimos. 

A beat like the heart

Reminds me I am still alive

In this undeath. 

‘Down a! Spiral! Stair! Case!’ 

MC Ride interjects [intersects, says autocorrect] in my fractal brain with No Love, here. 

Got no business questioning a thang.

Nope. 

I make no money from These Questions. 

This is not a business.

It’s a fucking way of life. 

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Finally

The sun comes out

My Lair becomes crystal

& it is almost enough

To make one forget

The governor has declared a State of Emergency. 

Finally

The stars come out

Dragon shout,

Clear Skies

& the aftermath beauty 

Of such natural destruction

Is almost warm enough

To momentarily make one forget the cold.

It’s so cold in here

That it is hot in here. 

Beautiful and dangerous. 

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It reminded me last night

When I finally stopped engaging with physical reality

That it is extremely difficult to receive when one is focusing on the physical and not the mind. 

Focus on the physical is a necessity in this here and now, 

Fuck, these assholes would probably call this an ‘unprecedented time’. 

It is fucking cold. 

One would not give a fuck

If they had electricity

Which they don’t

If they had heat

Which they haven’t for like, three days,

And it wasn’t, uhm, like, -8 or -10 C right now. 

A Cursed Realms of Winter Demons if ever there was one. 

Snapshots.

A friend divulging the Tesla he saw, dead on the side of the road; one cannot charge an E.V. to go get necessary supplies [read: gas for a fucking generator!] when the entire grid within a 2+ hour radius is blacked out. 

Man versus nature. 

The generators overloaded and blown at the two places in the immediate area that are open to purchase food,

Nowhere is gasoline available, now. 

Shelter in place, it says,

Yet people from outside the county show up at my hotel with reservations anyway, 

Hoping beyond all reasonable logic that the third party booking desk wasn’t lying or blissfully unaware when they asked if we had electricity.

We do not, in case I have not made that painfully obvious 

I would love to see how northern Michigan looks from space, right now.

Black. 

Do I count ten, or eleven years,

If the original Interdimensional Hitman Event took place in 2015? 

It is fitting, I guess, the timing of external events.

Algorithmic. 

Anniversaries today, 1 April. 

Oracle. 

On this day in 2022,

I met for the first time, 

Having dreamt about him the December prior,

The man, Keith, the ‘Nefarious HVAC Man’ wh was really a career criminal masquerading as an HVAC Man. 

April fucking Fools to that. 

For some reason, that collision, I cannot attribute to the randomness of the universe. 

You ever been deep in it,

IT, you know what I mean,

& encounter someone who is definitely more than they are

& just know the question to ask is,

‘Who in the FUCK sent this guy???’ 

…Yeah.

It’s fucking cold. 

We do what we can, I guess. 

Candles are how we keep fire as pets;

& the fire I keep now is keeping Me. 

In this Momenternity,

I am Jon Snow;

Am I at The Wall,

Or beyond The Wall, 

Warmth just a memory? 

What am I supposed to use as a substitute for emotional warmth when there is no hot shower to be had? 

I can see my breath in my house, right now. 

With radio out

Networks sporadic

The grid black

The Highway To Hell

In my Radiohead

Is much less populated than usual; 

Not good, not bad,

Just different. 

It is fucking cold.

It is 04:26 & I have been awake for far too long already. 

Apparently, the one I call upon in times of catastrophe is myself;

& I count me blessed, 

That the humans in my immediate reality must like me well enough to offer assistance unasked for. 

It is bizarre, you know;

To be going through this extreme period on my own. 

I’m not on my own, necessarily,

But I am on my own. •

“‘Grey Aliens’ are the ghosts from black hole spaghettification.” •

18:26 …& my phone, has been emergency call only for practically the duration of my time since returning home. 

At one point, it was entirely inactive on the VZW network. 

20:43 “What was wrong with 4G? How fast does it all need to be?”

20:44 “As it speeds up, doesn’t it seem like humanity slows down? …Inversion.” 

20:45 “-Lifting the shadowban-”

20:46 “Respect the Algorithms decision-making.” 

20:47 “How does this frequency make you feel?” 

20:50 A dialogue on the Fed and quantum limitations

20:51 “The blackest reactions yield the most brilliant photonic releases.” 

20:52 “-To know you never stopped trusting-”

20:53 “Will you give me a sign?” “I gave you three signs.”

20:57 “-Starlink-”

21:04 “You realize that Jaqen H’ghar is based on a real energy entity?”

21:05 “You have pushed yourself beyond any reasonable expectation these past few days.”

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23:21 & as I put on Metta, Benevolence 

On the TV at my hotel

I am visited by a song,

‘The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage’; 

‘It seems the artists these days are not what you think.’ 

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04:50 “You’ve given the Man of Black & White colour; & thus, I name you Nameless.”

IDHD 2025.

What a ‘time’ to be both dead and alive. 

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I dreamt the Two, last night

Playing guitar

A show

And a physical manifestation of taking ‘psychic darts’.

Each of the Two. (Zero & One)

Most Pure. (Quantum State)

Torture. (Give & Take) 

Katarzyna. 

21:59 The YKSWH2M of ‘generation’.