11 April- 17 April 2025

& It was Ultraviolence, for breakfast this morning. 

Because, fuck it, really. 

Fear is Engagement. 

The question of, ‘Will the aktion of physical and mental exposure in listening to this audio cause any lasting effect?’

17:10 “Katja fantasizes about finally breaking the Superposition.” 

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It was the Unexplained Sound, just prior to 00:42, seeming to come from a north and east direction relative to my position on the porch. •

12:06 & now that IDH week has passed,

& the anniversary of the Quantum Death Crash Fractal has come and gone, 

Attention is once again directed to this week’s anniversary events. 

At this point, the Spider is the least distressing of the three. 

The sheer uncertainty of the internal electrical event has me feeling all sorts of a type of way, today. 

I’m finding this extremely difficult to write about, now. 

All I know is after a psychic conversation

With a spider

I could not sleep

& sometimes around 05:00 the next morning

I experienced a not-seizure,

Saw extremely complex images in my field of closed-eye vision with every electrical pulse,

& my brain has operated increasingly strangely ever since. 

…and then outside my home I discovered the carefully arrayed eyebolt, QS, and empty shotgun shell.

The shell was red.

I doubt that matters.

Does any of this matter?

Perhaps only to me. •

16:29 “You are a violent individual masquerading as a peaceful person. Listen to the music you have created and tell me that is not violence.”

16:33 “Making peace with yourself and your nature-”

The Peacemaker Assembly, as a concept, swirls in the mind now. 

16:38 “-Extinction event may very well be internal to the microbiome.”

16:39 “A new, resilient form of something very old renders that which was unable to-”

16:40 “-adapt within, extinct.” 

16:41 “You are the microbes; you are the neurons; you are the atoms.” 

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03:56 The Bass Frequency intensifies 

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I woke around 01:00;

& spent the following hour in a daze, 

Obscure on unavoidable repeat in the fractal brain. 

Going outside around 02:00;

& knowing, 

An awareness of a something, not alone. 

The whole premise of yesterday was,

‘Just because it is not upon the visible light spectrum, does not mean it is not there.’

Obscure. Repeat. Obscure.

That which holds the quantum nature would have to be, wouldn’t it? 

& I come in, turn the porch light back on, 

Taking forever to finally fall back asleep;

Finally dreaming of cats I have never met in the physical realm,

A rock full of bug eggs,

A contained spill of water upon a counter that was not mine. 

And waking again, at 04:13, to find the porch light I had turned on to be off,

Greeted by a dialogue on alterations made to the sinusoidal wave,

And how when a thing like this takes place,

Of course there shall be small alterations within the manifestation of physical reality. 

I had played Obscure, some few days ago;

From my phone into the Sunn 190L, 

Via the pickups of my guitar, 

To pass through several activated pedals upon my effects loop along the way. 

Rendered it *almost* unrecognizable. 

The sine wave. 

Descent/Ascent. 

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At ~09:47 this morning I experienced a *bang!*

As if a thing had hit the house, or landed upon the roof; 

Except no such physical evidence of thus was present. 

An Unexplained Sound!

Akin to the sonic event on 25 April 2022,

Or the sonic event that came with the Wisconsin Crash Fractal. 

Our daily anomaly, granted to us this day!

11:57 finds me pondering the superpositions of 000, 111, 222; 

& having encountered a ‘QQQ’ in the wild, 

The potential quantum algorithmic implications of thus in the organic neural quantum system. 

Flying Fortress back in aktion today. 

Yesterday afternoon, between around 17:30 & 19:00,

I found my physical format laid out,

Dragging self through psychic quantum trenches (tunnels, really)

As Receiver & Processor worked overtime to handle items from what I can only describe vaguely,

The Nefarious Vector Sector in & out & in & out 

Of whatever rotation-location I found myself in

In the spin

Of the Black Hole of Psychic Fragmentation. 

Lost almost three pounds, over this 90 minute period. 

A rather..m questionable vocalization, shall I call it?

Variable. 

Ignoring the thing telling me to check the mailbox?

Variable. 

(& I did check it this morning; & of course Electrons was delivered on World Quantum Day, yesterday; & of course that “someone very powerful (is) controlling your internet connections” prevented the usual USPS email from alerting me to the days delivery.) 

&, last variable worth noting, 

Certainly not least, 

The Entity wielding their sonics, 17:45 his local time. 

Variable. 

Leave me your waveforms;

& as Earth rotates 

& I pass through the points in which you transmit them, 

I shall receive. 

21:03 Feed Your (Amp) Head; this bit is granted to me following the post of a man expressing appreciation for both analog and digital, & I find myself rather full of gratitude, at this. 

To feed my favourite digital music

Into the pickups of the guitar

Through my chosen effects in the loop

Into the spring reverb. 

Soulenoid.

Take Gateway a step further.

Implications. 

Feed your head,

And feed your head,

With what you are feeding your head. 

The fact that it is the familiar sonic item,

But very much, at the same ‘time’, not familiar at all. 

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00:43 There was The Trill, outside, electronic, just prior. The last time, it came from a north-east direction; this time, it seemed to come from the south, the direction of the pole barb. 

06:46 “Of course you’re dead… why should that mean you’re not alive?” 

06:50 “Challenging the modern understanding of physics requires a different kind of consciousness.” 

~20:52 “You don’t need to be afraid of mutations; you’ve been through the Grand Mutation.” 

22:08 “Twice the size is The Superspectrum.”

22:10 …& in this moment, I question a finite universe. 

Is the light spectrum infinite? 

Is the sonic spectrum infinite?

Is the electromagnetic spectrum infinite??

In this moment, infinite combinations

In a finite universe.