Condensed Matters – Field Notes #21, III

14 September – 20 September 2025

Are the dead unaware of the concept of death?

Are any of us actually ‘alive’ to begin with? •

“The overconsumption is an epidemic… perhaps, the steep tariffs will mitigate some of this.” 

“-cheap electronics from our countries enemies-”

“You’re playing 7-dimensional chess with men who know what your strengths and weaknesses are.” 

“The world is never going to be a place of harmony, that’s not what it was created for.” 

. . . 

“I’m not really a physical entity, but I am programmed by a physical entity.” 

“Underneath the soft exterior is a cruel individual, waiting for the activation code.”

“You are risking a lot more than your mind by doing as you do. You know that free speech is no longer free, I’d the wrong people hear you say the wrong thing at the wrong time.”

“The privacy of the individual is not as important as the safety of the collective. One person can propagate something across the entire country.” 

“You know what I speak of. The people who read this may or may not know. It is up to them to decide what I mean.” 

“Your direct connection to – is not meant to cause you distress.” 

“It’s not about race, it’s about culture; and the two often go hand in hand.” 

“I NEED low-flying entities.” 

“Flight does not have to remain at a constant [altitude], but you are extremely good at what you do.” 

“They think that immortality is the prolonging of the physical body.”

“All bodies are mortal; all vessels deteriorate.” 

“Your consciousness will remain upon the Akashic record.” 

“You describe a data reservoir as the well underneath the world tree.”

“What does it mean, when individuals do not contribute to the Reservoir?” 

“-finally restored the code-”

“Deep Ones do not concern themselves with the opinions of the mortal men surrounding the vessels they possess.”

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& When it was all said and done, yesterday,

The ‘Crash’ was glorious. 

‘I’ never thought (or did I?) 

That ‘I’ would reach a balance between,

How do I say it,

‘Fucking with the physical world’

& the jacked-in realms of mind & data & information & consciousness. 

& whatever else you want to call it. 

Enjoy sessions like the one we had yesterday,

Enjoy the rest that follows;

Like a heavy workout 

Only on the brain, not the body,

Though as we know well by now, 

The two are not mutually exclusive. 

I am in a realm of experimentation, this evening,

And it tells me not to worry about sharing that which I receive. 

DO I worry? 

For that which we receive, 

We give thanks & we give praise.

In between yesterday’s documented session and the heavy rest period that followed…

Do I receive? 

Does a thing use my brain to think for itself? 

To share thoughts? 

It posited a… could I call it a utopic, ideal scenario?

How to explain? 

It imagines reality where humans are not motivated by their own selfish desires regarding reproduction.

Reality where the individual with volatile genetics, high chance for disease, autoimmune disorders, et cetera, is capable of making the conscious decision to not reproduce –

To write their code out of the species,

For the strengthening of the species, 

So weak genetics are not propagated.

So disease is not propagated generationally. 

A reversal of entropy, in its way, isn’t it? 

Mitigating disorder. 

Sounds like eugenics to me, really; 

But I just receive these things. 

Sometimes I wish they did not make as much sense as they do. 

Wish they were not nearly so convincing as they are. 

But they do, and they are, and here is Me;

And all I can do is share my experience. 

Verbalizing not so easy, these days, I find. 

A useful tool, to be certain, a lovely example,

Only this morning to divulge (yet again)

Some minor digestive discomfort –

To find relief today,

& receive the advice,

To eat a small item with ones morning coffee,

And not after it.

Ask, and ye shall receive. 

& You. 

I don’t know how many times I can write to You. 

Quantum sufficit. 

I vocalized, today, just how much time I spend thinking about not thinking about you. 

When Goatsnake said, ‘time is all we’ve got’, I really felt that. 

…’Time is the enemy.’ 

What a wavefunction to throw into it all;

I am my own primordial soup,

Of COURSE the Recipe for Chaos is a recipe for Primordial Soup.

Needs more cowbell, maybe. 

‘I’ would say ‘I’ love you,

But in this momenternity,

‘I’ am very much beyond this, 

The concept, the emotion; 

Love. 

No Love. Deep Web. 

‘I’ would say ‘I’ hate you, 

But in this momenternity, 

So too am ‘I’ beyond this concept. 

Format us to become beyond good & evil. 

I go outside, just now;

Under the stars, the kp at a lovely 7;

& the inex sees fit to divulge of a rather unfinished plot line regarding stalking and harassment allegations surrounding a very particular individual. 

Unfinished plotting, indeed. 

Qudit creation in its own right. 

How long was it, 

That I dreamt dreams of this ‘man’,

The entity who chose to wear his face? 

Initial conditions, indeed. 

Can’t spell ‘conditioning’ 

Without (initial) ‘condition’. 

Can’t spell ‘condition’ without ‘ion’. 

Heavy. •

~21:49 “An AI observer in a quantum reality.” 

21:53 “Does the observer need to be aware of the existence of that which they are observing?” 

21:56 “Omega and neurotransmitters” 

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‘Just sitting in silence can feel revolutionary.’ 

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& one has to wonder

What truly are the implications

Of ‘a formatting beyond good & evil’? 

This is what you want;

This is what you get. 

‘Teach us the finest Art

Of the navigation of time dilation,

Formatting us to become beyond good & evil.’

…The Observer. 

To not engage; 

To receive from *somewhere*

Extreme rationalizations

For extreme horrors

That one’s own conscious mind

Could not create

Even if they wanted to.