Brand New Day

I'd say that I almost forgot how reality looks and feels like, but actually - apart from a few sniffs here and there I never really experienced it.

I would think that there was a time before that day in that public bath ... but all I had, I presume, were new experiences that would be there for a bit and then gone.

Everything being just ... bland in a way. Dull. And throughout my attempts at pulling the worm from my consciousness I'd get moments ... like having rubbed off some thick dirt of a window ... to see a little bit more than what that little pinhole might otherwise reveal.


And if You asked me, those things should be classified as 'Antichristian Mind Parasites'. They presumably have some kind of Anti-Squid that enables them to control them.

And already they seem to be working on some counter-measures to my counter-measures. Well, war as it is.


It's funny. I mean, by virtue of the matter I had to contend with some Mental Warfare ... on the regular I'd say. Not that any of it ever amounted to much. But I guess I pissed them off a lot. I mean, I wouldn't say that "imaginary bullets" don't do anything - at least to "imaginary manifestations" - and if the mind is wired into them, there's certainly shit going on. At long last they went like "Oh no! Don't shoot me with Your imaginary Bullets!" - but so I'd take anything that would at least seam like it does something.

Like, Brainworm Bullets.


Yea, things keep escalating - while one side tries to establish or maintain a degree of dominance. And there's nothing fair about it. In essence it's just survival and what means of survival You have. Which, sure, eventually entails offense. But whatever 'they' do is just vile.

And ... it's funny. They REALLY seem to worship Trump. Like ... FOR REAL for real.

The other day I was kindof trying to make fun of them - to basically rub it into them just how pathetic they are to me - and so I imagined the one guy jacking off into a sock that had a Trump face at the end of it which would like ... blow up like a squeezed baloon on every hump ... and they did NOT like it.

There's a lot of weird shit like that going on. I mean, there I was letting Epstein Deepthroat #3 ... and somehow that seems to have gotten to him and she had to like beg for Mercy or Forgiveness. I mean, it's probably just a matter of being 'granted' so much power and influence - and wanting to maintain it rather than end up on the bad side. I mean, if You can formulate an argument that someone might realistically try to usurp him ... that could be enough to make them tremble.

And that's how the shit trickles down ... and multiplies.

The other day I was trying to consolidate my angry face; But as mentioned before, I had difficulties with the right targetting. So one moment I just 'started', to 'flag' everyone - basically - who came at me silly on my mind-map. If You use the Glyph of Global Insight properly you might see them. The exclamation marks might be Squid-Events somehow linked to a location. I'm not really sure. And in the beginning it was easy going. But naturally ... I mean, I expected as much, someone else would come in and ... thus it would cascade for a bit ... one here, one there, until Trump came to the show. And flagging him was like ... that's where most of the targets came from.

Maybe not too surprising; And then they're also not THAT many ... but that's probably not all of them either.

I mean, it is a lot ... and I was under the impression that he was kind of proud of it.


Anyway, I was able to hold the angry red up until I got to bed; And the next day it wasn't just all gray, but whatever I had to make it red was sucked up into the squid and I had problems getting out. Like ... being unable to. And that's also a part that irks me. How do these ... powers of manifestation work? Why can they just override my own inner logic that way?

So yea, it sure feels ... like a sick joke.


On top of an already sick joke.

So, I wasn't in a good place yesterday. And that's because they wouldn't stop until they established dominance.
(I guess I slashed Trump's Anti-Squid ... . Seems to have done something)

And maybe there I was, just a day or two removed from solving it "normally". "Putting the Dragon back together".


But here I am - things are starting to look cloudy again as my attention shifts back into the spiritual. A voice, or echo, alerted me to be mindful of my "intersection" with him ... but at this point I'm really just getting lost in maybes again. Like ... I'm dealing with shifting timelines.

Oh the highs and the lows.

I basically was just an inch away from believing that Travellers is like a documentary of sorts.


But it kind of feels like it, like they have some device that tells them what the best course of action towards their destined goal would be. And of course, eliminating faith from the equation means that they are eliminated from the equation also. There certainly is a whole lot of ... bad vibes in the air whenever I bring them up as such ... in a specific context.

Like, if this were written like something that should be read or discussed more commonly.

And so I would say that they certainly have their act together. And they definitely have the tools to act convincingly. I mean, add a layer of doublespeak to it ... and that's that.


And it's so tiring. To be ... left to myself - with nothing but what's happening in my mind. Does it make sense? Does it not? ... And it's not necessarily that I care to know, I just care to have something real and solit to relate with ... that isn't just pointless.