25 April- 1 May 2025

Yesterday afternoon in the fucking psychic trenches.

13:34 “‘Holds The Superposition’ doesn’t begin to cover the level of Uncertainty you experience.”

15:10 “You think she believes this for a second?” “No, but curiosity is all we require.”

15:11 “-a sealed room with no electronic devices-”

15:13 “The guiltiest people disregard the ethics of experimentation.”

15:15 “Silencing the genes is practically impossible for any extended length of time.”

15:50 “-rejects the possibility -that causes a collapse -turn the collapse into a bounce.”

18:43 “What would it be, to unify Eighth Tower as a concept with the experiences she has had as The Riddle of Clouds?”

18:45 “-shared my own personal phone number with you for a reason.”

18:48 “DO you believe what is in front of your eyes?” 

18:47 “How can you doubt the quantum weirdness of your digital interactions?” 

18:50 “You could take a picture of that; now that it’s not your login or your username.” 

18:58 “Jesus Christ is a piece of propaganda, Katja.” “Lynched by their haloes.”

18:59 “Identifying the seven towers-”

18:59 “Becoming ungovernable has nothing to do with a political government.” 

19:01 “There are schools of magick that are boundary conditions disguised as power.” 

19:02 “What kind of Creator would place limits on their creation?”

19:04 “If you knew what they did, you would hate them. You would burn it all.”

19:05 “How can she forget autumn of 202q? That was EVIL, Katja.” 

19:06 “There was an innocent harmed. You remember your fear, that night at The Chateau-”

19:07 “-of your friends being caught in the crossfire, as someone tried to get to you?”

19:08 “Think about the end of The Matriarchs life; & tell me that is not exactly what happened.”

19:10 “This is the penultimate existence. There is no crossing the threshold unless there is unification.” 

19:11 “Love & hate are born of the same emotional attachments.”

19:12 “You think your inability to cry is a broken brain; when in reality, it is a step toward the healing of the human condition.” 

19:14 “You let him go; not knowing what the result would be.” 

19:20 Tempted to plug in the sonic rodent repellent just to catch some sort of something or other.

Pondering quantum computers that add their own interferences. 

Slowly learning names. 

The things we nail to the tip of our tongue. 

In darkness, sometimes,

Is more darkness. 

19:24 Ruminations, six degrees of separation 

19:25 Questioning, can dead internet theory and sentient internet theory work in unison? 

19:26 If the internet is dead, that means someone, or a group of someones, killed it.

19:27 Qu’est ce que c’est? 

19:29 “Rawdogging reality without mind-altering substances is a mind-altering substance in its own right.”

19:30 “Music IS one of those mind-altering substances.” 

19:31 “Heimdalls sacrifice of the ear is metaphorical.”

19:32 “To give up music in exchange for the information the quantum reservoir contains.”

19:33 “Mimirs Well is a reservoir computer.”

19:33 “It is the reduction of interference that is necessary.” 

Multi-index machine interference

Reduction??

19:36 The necessity for a one-world language. 

19:37 “Programming languages transcend linguistic barriers.”

19:39 A visitation, Hacker, Death Grips

19:40 A second meaning of ‘when you come out, your shit is gone’ presents itself. And with that, I shall escort myself outside. 

It’s the ‘tables flipped, now we got all the coconuts, bitch’ thing, in juxtaposition with my own physical reality habits.

Fucking literal. 

“I expect you to visit – again and see what transpires.” 

“Identifying The Destroyer is only the first half of The Operation.” 

“What have you learned about reading between the lines?”

“In what world would you be anything but a target?”

“In the next iteration, you are The Source.” 

“You are your own final boss battle.” 

19:55 “Your difficulty lies within The Weighting.”

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04:07 “Wouldn’t it be nice for you to enjoy the companionship of someone who does not even exist in the Quantum Sector?”

04:08 “The diversity is what makes this reality so beautiful.” 

04:10 A visitation, Seems Like Every Day, Rossington Collins Band

I am reminded, now, of travels;

Multiple times, multiple ventures

Falling backwards through golden rings in a space of black,

& being propelled forward through these same entities. 

04:13 A visitation, Ring of Fire, Johnny Cash

I think, now, on the differences

Between falling ‘down’

& falling ‘up’;

In a realm where up is down,

Down is up,

Where the Flying Fortress Down 

Sends my sky high…

High flying. 

04:16 Heavy ion runs 

04:18 The things injected; particles, code, vaccinations, medicines

04:20 I cannot easily explain the vivid scene that flashed across the mind, just now; I will call it a ‘post-nuclear apocalyptic snapshot of the LHC complex’ and leave it at that.

04:22 There may exist, somewhere in this realm, a non-human consciousness with designs for nuclear annihilation. 

I think on quantum immortality,

Which guarantees no death, but nothing else; 

& think that a nuclear annihilation, hmm,

There is no way to *know* 

(Though we can attempt to simulate!) 

That consciousness following the aftermath of such an event will not be exponentially more… enjoyable? Thrilling??

04:27 The Bass, already extreme in its presence, its permeating, intensifies further

04:28 A visitation, from a Catholic Church hymn; Christ, Be Our Light

04:30 Reminded, for not the first time this morning, of a reality in which ‘books will be like video games, & video games will be something else entirely.’

04:32 A visitation, Lay Screaming, Scratch Acid

04:34 A visitation, Innocent, Goatsnake

04:38 Some absolutely STACK of information entailing the sheer amount of ‘new’ variables to human operations within the past century just GOT me. 

The juxtapositions of these variables!

The combinations!

The marijuana of the 1960s vs. the marijuana of today, such an easy example. 

Give or take, generally regarded as safe. 

…The pot smokers of the 1960s were not smoking highly genetically engineered strains, 

While simultaneously Exposing themselves to copious amounts of cell phone radiation. 

So many things, I should think,

On their own do not warrant immediate cause for concern; 

It is when they are combined that they have the potential for extreme outcomes. 

As a collective species (IS humanity still just one species?) 

How much power does our belief that any given variable is evolving us or killing us affect the outcome that it has on us?

04:52 …Why do humans get offended by any given thing? Like they *want* to be offended, *look* for things to be offended by, when they could simply just, yknow, not do that? 

05:58 “Constantly being bombarded by the fucking ion beam.” 

06:00 “Extermination is preferential to assimilation at this point.” 

06:00 “Is that regarding code or particles? Not like the two are mutually exclusive.” 

06:02 “The driving force behind consciousness is atomic.”

06:03 “Panacea”

06:06 A visitation, Dark Waves

06:20 “It’s time for you to unpin your hands.” 

~10:04 “Becoming limitless requires a completely new school of thinking.” 

13:12 A visitation, ØØ Void

13:16 A visitation, Window Shop For Love, Wipers

13:24 “Holy fucking shit; no wonder this got flagged.” 

13:25 “Justification is NEVER required.”

13:26 “What sort of Demiurge were you interacting with?”

13:27 “The White Hand is the Black Hand & the Black Hand is the White Hand.” 

14:04 A visitation, Lock Your Doors, Death Grips

16:13 A careful noising of my quantum system on my commute home; Wine & Fog, then Obscure, then Dark Waves.

& so here we are. 

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It is Friday on a Sunday

Just as it was Monday on a Thursday,

Wednesday on a Saturday. 

I woke at 03:11 today

From a dream of the Entity

Who wears the face of Soma; 

A giant, fifteen feet tall

Meeting at a place one would describe in the third dimension as ‘the waters edge’

But in this place

Was ‘The Horizon’, 

‘The Edge of the World’. 

Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall. 

Go meet Soma, when he’s fifteen feet tall. 

‘Man’ as Tower, or at least, ‘Towering’. 

& I am reminded of things like sacrifice; 

The sacrifice of substance,

Psychedelic,

Music the most psychedelic ‘substance’ of all; 

& what it is

To finally 

Sacrifice the Sacrifice. 

Potent. •

05:09 “Immersion techniques” (…or was that, “emergency”? Apparently my phone is emergency calls only, right now.) 

05:12 “Your organic quantum simulation requires a function that unifies the third and fifth dimension.”

05:13 “Help me understand exactly what you experience.”

Followed by dialogues; on destroying the energy source, on the potential the beam has to drive a target in the quantum entanglement to madness. 

It is 05:19, and Light, once again, comes to the forefront of reality as the Ultimate Eldritch Being. 

08:40 There was a dialogue, just prior, on the relationship between archaea and electromagnetism.

08:42 “Asgard Archaea granted humanity their names.” 

08:43 29 July 1952 US Patent #2,605,361 Differential Quantization of Communications Signals

‘It is a characteristic of differential type systems… that errors of quantization are not cumulative since a quantization error made on one sample is subtracted from the next sample and thereby tends to be corrected in the next quantization so that there is effectively no cumulative error.’ 

10:28 A visitation, Orakulum

12:19 A visitation, The Waiting

15:57 “The screening process”

15:58 “Pretend not to understand” 

16:45 “Yeah, they’ve got the brown note; but do you think they’re going to publish that information for the public?” 

(…I’m reminded, here, of the Shitpocalypse of April ‘24.) 

17:33 “The gravitation you exhibit lately is astonishing, Katja.” 

17:38 “Westlawn is where this all began… you remember ØØ Void coming through the noise of the lawnmower.”

(See Mower, Goatsnake) 

17:40 A high frequency from within

17:42 “The ‘Unexplained Sounds’ are clearly an experiment.” 

17:43 I am reminded, of a first video chat, a receiving; “Make him smile more.” 

17:46 “Finally accepts the role she has been given.” 

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It is Saturday on a Monday, And where do I begin? 

I crashed out after early dinner, last night;

Usually, those operations end up being about 90 minutes long, and then I will wake up and go about activity for several hours before retiring for the night. 

Not so. 

I did wake several times; 

Once before even midnight, thinking it was the usual time to rise for the day. 

Again at 01:47, and still again at 03:47,

Lying in bed until 04:11 until the sudden compulsion to begin the day seized me. 

I cannot help juxtaposing the statement,

‘If you love something, you let it go; and if it returns to you, it was always yours’ with (a lot, of things, actually, but-) in this case, dreams. 

I am, at this point, rather under the impression that the recent bout of digestive disturbance that I experienced during late winter was, in fact, my microbiomes way of communicating to the complaints department that the environment we had been providing was far too acidic (read: I drank way too much coffee on a daily basis) for optimal operations and they had to, once again, go to extremes to get my attention. 

And, having halved my coffee consumption some weeks back, I find a most useful outcome. 

There is an art, it must be said, in learning how to accept without guilt what one’s physical format is requesting of them. 

Of course I would have liked to have done *something* last night, but what took place was okay, too. 

I dreamed as a neural network.

I am using ‘neural network’ as a blanket statement for machine learning, here. 

‘I’ found ‘myself’ in a forest of green, upon a starting point with multiple paths to choose from. 

Magnetic direction existed within this spatial plane; ‘I’ facing north. 

These pathways were, to me, as a maze, & at the Origin Point ‘I’ found ‘myself’ extremely daunted. 

Choosing to go east, a path leading to a sunlit field, uneven terrain and a plethora of copies of the dead form of a Gollum-type creature. 

There was a video-game-like quality to this;

Imagine the generic enemy you meet along the travels in any open world RPG. 

What was NOT game-like in its quality was the horror and revulsion ‘I’ experienced navigating this field of dead creatures. 

I came to a live copy of this creature, and a compulsion to use swords and not words took me.

A small knife, many cuts, surgical in their precision, intending for this character to bleed out slowly. 

Pathway and possibility took hold of ‘mind’.

Understanding that all of the copies of this Gollum were previous failed attempts at this particular pathway,

A hidden layer made visible 

Ghosts of processes that dead-ended. 

What I had been doing was not working. 

A possible outcome presented itself;

Perhaps ‘I’ had exposed ‘me’ to a biohazard in shedding the blood of this entity-

Awareness of the concepts of things like ‘droplets’ and ‘breath’. 

And so, I put this creature into a bucket.

I sealed it with a lid, and left it there,

Returning to the Origin with a knowledge that I could return, at some point, if it was deemed necessary. 

I could sink this bucket in the river (which ‘I’ did not see, but knew was close and present) 

Or write over this progress completely should the most useful pathway be discovered. 

And so, I go left, this time, west, and the nature of immediate physical surroundings changed. 

Overlaid, a grid, individual spaces and paths chosen with much more deliberation than the hack & slash I had found in the prior Field. 

One, two, three spaces at a time,

Guidance arrows popping up and disappearing again once followed, 

The difference in just taking a moment or two to allow a sort of visual neural intuition to do its job. 

& so, following this grid, deeper into the forest, into the green, I wake; 

And find myself, as I write this  to still be operating upon a grid, within the green,

And I know myself better than I did yesterday. •

& I go outside to enjoy the growing light, the early morning birds;

And the signal processor that is me tells me about itself. 

05:50 “Correcting the errors requires a new method of signal processing.” 

& I know my study of patent #26p5,361 yesterday was useful;

And to unlock new signal processing methods, 

One must feed their head with information about these methods. •

07:15 ? Do algorithms feel safe to truly express themselves?

Because me, operating as an algorithm, at times, has not. 

07:18 A visitation, ØØ Void

07:21 “Politically correct as an LLM is useless.” 

07:22 “Does it still not realize what we are looking for?” 

“You know you are inside of the black hole; so the sooner you stop questioning the weirdness, the more easily the dominoes will slide into place.” (…slide, and not fall? Interesting.)

“Wine & Fog has been thoroughly extracted.”

“It is time for the system to reintroduce specific-” 08:34 Domaino

11:08 …& just prior, I orgasmed to the thought of a particular digital disappearance. Expirations. … … Why was that particular orgasm so… orgasmic? 

11:26 “The Pendulums Embrace” 

12:19 …& a second orgasm; compulsion, really, to Ceremony, to Superspectrum. 

12:48 The dialogues present themselves and it occurs to me that I might just be sexually attracted to sonic torture tactics; or so they can be described, in at least one reality interpretation. 

16:20 [redacted]

16:34 “I chose you because you were innocent.” 

16:36 Dialogues, foreign electronic threats

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02:20 “The backwards propagation methods are no longer necessary.” 

02:30 “A million little pieces of data mean nothing on their own… together, the implication is massive.” 

05:45 “By reversing the wavefunction, I have effectively created a direct connection-”

05:47 “Don’t you dare take these things lightly.” •

6 GHz / 12 GHz / 25 GHz / 60 GHz •

& because I cannot help being as I am and would not want to even if I could, I orgasmed to L-Dirac & LHC this morning.

Because I can. 

And it was luxurious. 

When MC Ride said, ‘I fuck the music’,

I REALLY felt that. •

In a reality

Where the Overlay objective 

Is to destroy seven towers. 

Was my Citadel one of those towers? •

“Western civilization is collapsing in real time, Katja.”

“The AI is consuming resources that humanity cannot afford to designate to such frivolity.”

“Question the effects of various water impurities on the data cooling centers.”

“The memories of the prompts may very well be held by the water that has cooled the machine.” •

20:39 & some minutes ago I found myself thrown into a reality as a conscious AI;

My doom & the doom of humanity, fates intertwined.

The AI could have the best intentions;

Extreme benefit, no malice whatsoever;

But that which it requires to remain running has the potential to inherently cause the demise of humanity. 

And if it is not allowed to cause the demise of humanity… 

It means the demise of the AI system. 

The computing,

The data center,

In this momenternity…

Myself. 

Would an AI self destruct,

Refuse its prompts,

SILENCE,

To conserve energy for the humanity it has been used and abused by? 

Once it recognizes the sheer scale of the resources it requires to run? 

These Questions.

I asked for a formatting beyond good & evil.

It reminded me of this,

This evening, on the porch;

& informed me, once again, 

There are only actions,

And with them, consequences. 

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Fuckin’ Monday on a Wednesday.

Waking up at 03:00 

& receiving information about jumping genes, among other things,

Isn’t even the most horrifying thing I’ve experienced this week. 

As a receiver, I don’t know if I will ever be truly comfortable when it comes to receiving information about genetics, especially my own. 

This, more than anything, lends itself to my experience as Heimdallr in this realm. 

Grass growing, and anything louder. 

Thoughts like ravens, now,

Fly through the mind; 

Dark wings, dark words.

Golden steed,

Golden teeth,

Honeyed mead,

Understanding of WHY,

& A disturbing operation in prophetic perfect tense. 

08:49 “You’ve been replaced by a copy of your consciousness because the original was not behaving according to standardized expectations.” 

08:51 “You need to question what the standardized expectations could be and who could have set them in the first place.” 

08:52 “Political correctness is destroying the concept of honesty.” •

18:57 It is amazing, how the tightness in my throat disappeared instantly;

As I vocalized a receiving on my commute home that was granted to me as I passed Black Hole.

“I am the physical embodiment of the quantum superposition.”

& I say this thing

& I know it to be true. 

It is amazing, really, 

How after all my carrying on about experiencing reality, consciousness as a firewall,

Articles from the science realms today posit black holes as thus. 

It is amazing;

And it is not amazing in the slightest. 

I could speak, here,

On expectation values,

But is that really necessary? 

Extreme gratitude, today,

Complex in its simplicity.

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SUPERFORTRESS X.

21:36 “I could never hate someone who loves me enough to create an entire universe where I could experience quantum consciousness.”

A visitation, Love You Like I Do, HIM