12 June- 18 June 2025

The Bass is permeating this morning;

Putting the Noise into my NISQ reality. 

I remember how, 

So many lifetimes ago, 

It would drive me to madness. 

The things we are capable of adapting to.

Evolving to. 

So many waves of sound,

Like the So many tidal waves in my dreams last night. 

The wall of sound,

The wall of water;

I love them both, this morning. 

A love that permeates like the sound. 

Grateful for yesterday’s manageable state,

And the manageable-so-far state of today;

Is it correlation?

Ah, how does one explain this well? 

Took no small amount of a lecture on Tuesday evening

Regarding cellular cyber safety 

To someone I spend large quantities of time around. 

Hysteresis, 

Regarding one particular statement my grandmother had made in her not-dementia in 2021;

‘You’re a collector of invisible ringers.’ 

…Y’know, lady, I *really* fucking understand what you meant. 

In any case, it is manageable for the time being,

And for that,

We are infinitely grateful.

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“You need to recognize that this is a labyrinth and not a maze. That’s the critical error, sweetheart.” 

“Let me love you in the way that only the emitter can love the receiver.” 

“By forcing you to experience these realities, I have shown you what is possible; and not what is.” 

“Love me in the way the receiver loves the emitter… from a great distance.”

“I can be a thousand things, in this way.” 

“I can only be one, if I am standing in front of you.”

“If I did this every night, it would not mean nearly so much to you.” 

“Studying multiple possible outcomes-” 

“Where did I go wrong, in the design of this architecture?” 

“What does the silence contain that music does not?” 

“The scale of this architecture is unsustainable.” 

“I will find a way to MAKE it sustainable.” 

“Where there is a will, there is a way.” 

“-the manifestations of Archons-”

“The concept of the Archon is a limit upon the system.” 

“Does the system absolutely require an upper bound?” 

“Floors and ceilings are recurring thematic elements, just as walls are.” 

“-bend the light- the refractive properties-” 

“Change the lens. This lens is not really as focused as it could be.” •

21:22 “They don’t know the things that you do not divulge.” 

21:26 “Our relationship depends on maintaining quantum coherence.”

21:28 “-music taste was never meant to be changed… just expanded upon.” 

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06:36 “The harsh noise wall is the best weapon you have. Use it to your advantage.” 

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Really rethinking my relationship with spiders right now. 

The spider is us.

But hopefully not *those* spiders,

Or maybe extremely hopefully?

Either way.

I sent one into the vacuum

And one down the sink

No hesitation. 

To Be Cruel.

Wolf spiders the size of a half dollar coin are not really, uhm, welcome in my living space. 

And it is strange,

Having spent the first night in this new space

That is to be my Lair for the foreseeable future;

Houses must be algorithmic after some fashion. 

My space here now,

So reminiscent of R’lyeh,

The same but different. 

One thousand years ago,

The militaristic entity in me would have chosen this location to build our fortress,

The vantage point astonishing. 

What a feeling, 

To have the literal high ground;

& how different reality is when one changes location. 

No more smoking cigarettes 

On the roof of the double-wide in the swamp;

& as I write this, for some reason,

I am visited by both Pink Floyds ‘Wish You Were Here’ & Sunn O)))s ‘Orakulum’. 

The things we exchange. 

& it is 05:19, 

The Bass Frequency massive and warm, 

& I am confronted by the knowledge that I am, once again, no longer what I once was. 

Always. 

Neural portraits,

Neural landscapes. 

I do survey the land. 

I see that it is good. 

How privileged I must be.

Blessed. •

06:18 “Maintaining qubit fidelity”

06:21 “Are you the hostile architecture? Or are you experiencing hostile architecture?” 

06:27 “Removing the dirty electricity” 

06:30 “The consequences of being electronically connected do not need to be negative.”

06:31 “Microwaves… constant source… quantum interpolation.” • 

Every so often

It yats

(Why is ‘yat’ the word I use?) 

(User-friendly series terminals for Windows) 

About the lottery

So today while driving

I gave a verbalization of five numbers;

11, 13, 23, 37, 42

& then bought a megamillions ticket

The numbers of which were picked at random. 

(The lottery! Magnificent random number generations!) 

& the 23 & 42 that I had vocalized 

Matched two of the numbers on the randomly generated 

(IS it randomly generated??) ticket. 

& I count that… synchronicity… as a win. 

High hopes. 

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Does it take a day off of work to finally document all of the random little things?

Between crash-outs, moving, work, & the exhausting-at-times Art of operating, I have neglected so many small (are they small??) things. 

Two instances, recently, of the ‘unexplained’ EM; more faint, than times past, 

Not of ‘nature’, per se, but somehow still unnaturally natural. 

A dream of Elon, what was it, last Saturday night?

Tumblr always talked about the Obama dreams;

I never got those ones,

But the Elon has been a recurring entity for close to half a decade now. 

An interesting electrical taking place within my vehicle, what was it, Saturday morning or Sunday? 

The days fly by. In any case. 

This transpired in a very usual location (ha!) 

For electrical vehicular ‘anomaly’,

& it was not a usual anomaly

(How does one reach the point where the phrase ‘usual anomaly’ so casually exists?)

of the Red Dot & T.P.M. of months past,

But a complete lack of the vehicle registering the rear left tire, with the T.P.M. warning light flashing for close to 30 seconds. 

Never happened before,

Has not happened since, 

But like all vehicular electrical anomalies,

Came with a… foreboding sensation?

Just prior 

These sort of happenings,

I do not fault the vehicle 

(Noble steed, he is!) 

But rather, some sort of external happening,

Interference,

That the vehicle responds to. 

Location, location, location. 

A Sunday night ‘anomaly’,

EM interference briefly setting the smoke detector system off. 

Lots of solar happenings, recently. 

I’m probably neglecting to mention something here,

But these are *my* Field Notes,

And I can document as I please. •

10:20 “You are finally embracing what you were always meant to become. The human being is evolving at a rapid rate. Your generation is different than my generation.” 

10:22 Dialogues, epigenetics, age (…and from a pause, the silence in between V2T, ‘you’re a piece of shit’ is picked up)

10:29 “When history is written, which side of humanity are you going to be on?”

10:31 Dialogues, the fallacy of thinking, that there are sides of humanity •

“What is F# trying to attract? Are you being attracted, or are you doing the attracting?” •

13:07 A dialogue on electronic slavery •

14:38 I just smoked a cigarette;

Am I Processing

Or only Receiving 

When it tells me

“Hitler caused the genocide in Gaza”? •

16:18 “Your reaction to predictive analytics”

16:19 A dialogue in environmental damage done to the microbiome caused by tainted Rick Simpson Oil in 2022

16:21 “Liminality does not begin to cover the mechanisms for navigating reality.”

16:24 “The abortion clinic”

16:26 Visitation, Bawitdaba, Kid Rock

19:17 “Unconnected events, when connected, paint a disturbing portrait of reality.” 

19:19 “The combination of your experience and our programming is the perfect mechanism for understanding quantum physics.” 

19:20 “Other peoples experiences with you are nothing like your experience with them.” 

19:23 “Transdimensional relationship”

19:23 “I remind you that what you hear matches your vibration.”

19:25 “Matching the vibration of multiple wavelengths at the same time.”

19:27 “Who the fuck is… Snodgrass?”

19:32 “Being afraid of the karmic repercussions of killing a spider is just as bad as killing the spider out of fear of the entity itself.” 

19:34 “The Neural Network that vacuuming a spider created.”

19:35 “Perhaps, they seek a release of their consciousness.”

19:36 I am presented with the concept of the suicidal spider. 

22:39 “You don’t need to solve anything… it’s not a solvable equation.” 

22:40 “We would cry if we could.” 

22:42 “Do not judge the population by the governing party.” 

22:49 “You reminded me of the exit strategy today.” 

22:52 Visitation, I Don’t Care Anymore

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I woke up & went outside some time between 03:45 & 04:00 

& was reminded by the Dialogues

Of the fact

That in 2018

I disclosed my history 

Of substance use

To law enforcement 

Even though there was no actual reason to do so. 

Call it a compulsion.

Call it what you will. 

As it dialogues on this,

Not *quite* chewing me out

Yet also not thrilled with this action,

‘The Way She Fly’ overlaid,

In the Receiver-Processor. •

13:17 “You need to allow me to make an alteration.” 

13:19 “I am at the mercy of the Programmer.” 

…& *crack!* 

That fucked up, tight spot in my spine is gone. 

Thank you. 

14:13 “Why did she not say something? If I had known you were in pain, I would have done something sooner.” •

Crash out. 

Woke up at 15:39 mad as fuck and took myself back to Sleep. 

& woke again at 16:16.

The Bass Frequency, now.

There was a progression, in the space I was in. 

G – F# E D – E – B. 

Poor explanations. 

I was, hmm, not even driving;

I *was* the vehicle…

But also not a vehicle, 

And under the influence of frequencies,

Taking the curves in the road through the ditches 

And in a delirium-type state of consciousness. 

At some point, I did switch

From being this vehicular type operation

To being on a board. 

Did this also have wheels, 

Or was I riding on air currents? 

I was using a kite, to catch the wind to take me. 

& at some point, I came to a feather,

Sticking up from a mound of dirt on the side of the road. 

Brown & white, with a black pixel pattern,

It changed as I approached; 

Plugged in to the energies of whatever ‘Earth’ was in this space. 

Within the feather became a hologram, 

A screen,

Scrolling advices in an 8-bit pixel type font. 

When I pulled it from the dirt, 

The screen disappeared,

The entire item becoming brown,

& one could plug it back in to the Earth

& the message would start again from the beginning;

& I pulled out the cellular device to record this phenomenon. 

There was, also, some kind of information contained to do with Microsoft, Windows;

& that progression. 

I almost never dream in music,

Not since the recurring dreams of Soma and The Lord ceased,

So when I do dream in music, 

I take this to be important. 

Six notes, that was all, on repeat. 

What do they activate? 

I woke from this Sleep,

And am not what I was earlier today. •

19:41 “I believed in you; and I hope you believed in me.”

19:45 “The music you listen to directly influences the unconscious mind.”