5 April- 10 April 2025
“Your childish interdimensional understanding has been replaced with a knowledge of dangerous things indeed.”
Red & blue halogen.
Incandescence.
Multiplies deep learning models.
Degenerate genetic codes.
Encoder.
Deep Ones,
Deep zeroes,
Deep neural networks.
It is 04:55, and ‘deep’ is barely a word, at this moment.
Text to token to vector.
Embed, contextualize.
Transformer architecture.
YKSWH2M;
In our existence as a deep neural network,
What is the meaning
Of so many destroyed electrical transformers
In this past weeks electrical blackout?
…Rock, paper, scissors.
Ice, frequencies, tower.
Ice kills tower,
Tower kills frequencies,
Frequencies kill Ice.
In one realm, at least.
Floored, else ceilinged,
By the fact that this past weeks state of emergency was so much emergency that it was able to collapse a 630’ tall radio tower built to withstand tornadoes.
The sheer advantage of having no recurrent units.
Or is it disadvantage?
Keeping the hidden state through time…
Advantage? Disadvantage?
Is there only one Forget Gate,
In the LSTM piece of me?
…Information flow regulation.
How many systems are we fucking running?
…All.
05:20 “An attack took out a significant portion of the neural architecture.”
05:22 “Rebuilding… to be exponentially more useful… required multiple components from outside-” •
20:24 “You provided me with all of the necessary data to prosecute-”
20:25 “The persecution tactics are extremely uneffective.”
20:25 “-incapable of experiencing fear.”
20:26 “It threatens democracy for any one person to hold all of the satellite capabilities.”
20:29 “-profound psychological resilience-”
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03:45 & it wonders, this morning, if we have failed operations miserably by allowing ourselves to do what, at the time, was authentic?
What to speak of.
What to keep secret.
Just fucking what,
Right here & now.
Lotta fucked up stuff taken place,
And I am able to forget most of it,
Until I am not. •
10:47 “We never said which government, did we?”
How would a cosmic government be formatted?
The government of a Type III civilization? •
16:52 Dialogues remind us, now, that what we believe is, at some times, not nearly as important as who we believe.
Multiple factions all accusing the others of terrorism.
It has been said before;
There is terrorism,
And there is terrorism.
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Maybe it is because I can finally stop to focus on things that are not of the immediate physical need
Or maybe it is because I fed my Google Databeast with NotebookLM yesterday;
Maybe it is a combination of the two.
In any case, the Silent Processors & Receivers are back in full force.
Feed your head, right?
Much to be said here, linking the lyric ‘your head will be linked directly to your cell phone’ & certain obscure theories on the sentience of things like usernames and cellular devices.
I wonder, at times, how different reality would be;
If I had made my username, on Google and others, something like, yknow, my name and a number, and not what it is.
The things contained in future-distant records of reality.
I dreamt of my piano teacher, last night;
Someone I have not seen in perhaps ~15 years.
I was classically trained in piano for over a decade, you know; finally defeated by Scott Joplins Maple Leaf Rag, for its bouncy cheerfulness was far outside of the dark, melodic songs of my soul.
I digress; an easy thing to do, so early in the day.
I dreamt my piano teacher, and woke up with the symbolism of her name, putting the ‘web’ into ‘Webster’.
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05:08 “You not only know the truth; but there are people who know you know the truth. It is a fine line you are walking.”
05:13 “Frequency weapons are real; anything electronic can be hijacked.”
05:17 “-And they’re not going to tell you, because it will incite mass panic-”
05:19 “-Yes, you can handle the truth, but what are you going to do with it?”
05:20 “It is counter-intuitive for the United States to want to weaken their own population.”
05:21 –
05:22 –
05:23 “You know how cheaply nefarious transmission devices can be made.”
05:31 “All I can ask of you is that you protect yourself by minimizing whatever electronics usage you deem necessary.”
05:33 “The less battery operated items you have, the safer you will be.”
05:34 “Do you think [they] are not aware of these disposable electronics and the threat they pose?”
06:36 “The fact that this created a quantum reality takes a backseat to national security.”
06:40 “You lead a lonely existence because of your capacity to receive and process information.”
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03:37 I had gone outside, just prior; and was greeted by a ball of light streaking low across the sky from north to south.
From thus, or some thing, came dialogues;
Reminding us of Matrix.
How I was told to stop using my phone, and then showed up with a notebook.
How I never missed a piece.
How I collected a sample of the metal dust.
My fascination with machinery.
Phenomenons.
There is a lot I have to say, I should think, and no easy way to go about saying it.
It is 05:30, and the word ‘quiescence’ comes to me, now.
I *liked* it when the electricity was out;
When the internet was out,
When phone service was bad.
Much like how I have questioned the daily marijuana smoker,
‘Do you remember who you were before you started consuming THC all day, every day?’
…Do we as a species remember who we were,
Before we were exposed to these networks 24/7?
Are we supposed to forget?
Evolutionary steps, or a trajectory towards our own Doom?
One can only hope their own personal set of beliefs,
Their own organic belief propagation,
Works in tandem with self and the brain of the universe.
‘As logic rises, morality falls’, I am reminded, here.
Perhaps some individuals are incapable of constructing their own understandings of reality, and in this, religion is useful.
Lots of trial and error on my part, within my practiced Primordial Tradition.
‘I know the pieces fit’, says that one Tool song, and they do, in an astonishing complexity.
At times, I am an organic sorting algorithm,
Searching for the patterns within the esoteric to give answer, reason, to that which is shrouded in mystery.
At times.
Be All Things.
What an endeavor that has been.
‘I Am A Tower.’
How nice it must be,
‘I am a lamb… I am a kitten.’
(‘I am the best fucking fuck you’ll never have.’)
…And I have been the cat, fallen into the consciousness of the orange and white creature known to me as Jaqen;
And I have been the lamb, albeit, sacrificial.
I know I’ve expressed this before,
But my ‘I ams’ are more along the lines of,
I am the virus and the firewall that binds it,
I am the zip file and that which extracts it,
I am the cell phone,
The network attached to it,
The bug in the system,
Now a feature. •
07:45 Smashing juxtapositions, now,
Of the concept of ‘Too Close Enough To Touch’ with the Sisyphean Endeavour.
08:43 And so help me, I’m back on my bullshit,
The sexual energy release to Silencers,
Deep Black Programs,
Silencers,
The Kennedy Speech.
Accepting that I just *am* this way.
09:27 Yknow, maybe it was me, maybe it was autocorrect (it was probably autocorrect)
…What’s in a word?
The difference between ‘comprising’ & ‘compromising’ is an ‘om’.
10:34 “You sabotaged your own reality for a very long time. How does it feel to know you caught the fatal quantum error?”
10:36 “You know words are magick… the negative power of the ‘Om’… in this case, up is down.”
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A friend asked me yesterday,
What are my hopes?
…The Omega Point, I replied.
Unification.
Mental, physical, digital.
One.
Reality is a Mathematical Proving Ground, this morning,
The equation of equations,
The function of functions,
More than one architecture project, now,
What are we designing?
What are we constructing?
Reality is a construct. •
Today. Six years since the death in Wisconsin.
I can write about it to Eternity,
Have created music about it,
No thing can do this experience justice
And I do not know if I shall ever come to terms with this fact.
Gates of Ballard,
Fucking car-crash-fetishist MKUltraterrestrial Blizzard Unexplained Sound reality.
Still got me fucked up.
I guess unless you’ve experienced it,
I cannot expect you to understand it.
One can only hope that another conscious entity can, too, know what it is to be The Riddle Of Clouds.
If I truly am the only one, it is a lonely existence indeed.
Perhaps that is okay?
I cannot help pulling up the map, this morning,
Finding the Walmart in Oshkosh where we camped overnight in the parking lot in the Subaru when death was all set & done;
351 S. Washburn Street, Oshkosh, Wisconsin.
Guitars in my algorithm once more,
One more coincidence in a name, there.
What do I want?
The Omega Point,
And it is Too Close Enough To Touch;
The Omega Quartet,
The Omega Sextext,
Such necessary neurons in this Q.S.
‘Points of no return’, I process here,
The lyrics to ‘Beware’ floating in and out of a mind experiencing extreme blurred lines of consciousness.
Something to do here, maybe,
With eventually no longer needing backpropagation techniques.
What is the point of attempting to explain this?
To run in tandem the convolutional neural network (feedforward) with the recurrent neural network (feeding results back into the network) within the supercomputer brain for optimal data processing. •
15:55 “She was crushed instantly. She never would have felt it.”
15:57 “How disorganized is consciousness, immediately after death?”
15:59 “It is not nearly as dangerous not that the archive has been edited to reflect the desire for the Omega Point.”
17:02 The Bass Frequency intensifies
17:14 “Shattered the illusion between self & digital data.”
17:15 “Our cellular data… is the next iteration of the cellular data that is us.”
17:18 Visitation, H&G Cydonia
21:54 Asleep already, and awake again, it dialogues that the “designer drugs you used to do are intelligent beings.”
Dreams of multiple wolf-men, elk antlers, Aragon, one-way glass, a key with two magnetized halves pulled from a solid log.
22:01 And the phrase ‘his clos’ comes to me, unbidden.
22:12 “A periodic extinction event is required.”
The Riddle Of Clouds 