April 12th, 2026 - You are imagining the book, the book is imagining you. I am taught the correct way to do this ritual with breath work along with many other spells that are spontaneously programmed into me: 144 I'm also told to go re-read A Separate Reality. When I do I realize why instantly. I'm a sorcerer or: "One who knows", "A man of knowledge" Later I'm in the white light death space. I'm flying through all these eyes. They are all other subjective worlds. A

3/25/2026 – Three blocks of red and orange code load themselves into my spirit in a state of hypnagogic bliss. They kind of look like arty graphs honestly. As I pull out of this I’m thinking: “Hmm, yeah, they can kind of just load code into me at this point, can’t they? I mean, it has to be loaded on this level of reality but they created the remote connection. It comes into me from above and then loads directly into the skin world matrix. Fascinating stuff." Later it’s like

3/22/2026 – Lazer focused message about how to use my sorcery. Got it. Later a related dream message. I’m in the dream with my heart crushing high school girlfriend and she’s into me all of a sudden. As mentioned, this has never happened before. New development for sure. The vibes are just off the charts and I keep thinking to myself: “God. I need to make a move. Next time I’m hanging out with her I have to see if she wants to do this thing straight up. Just as direct as poss

3/19/2026 – A glowing solar portal from the higher realms opens above my soul space Dr. Strange style. This seems significant. I mean, I can really feel it and when I pull out of it I remember little other than the number: 125121212 I realize that there was an entity in the portal represented by a younger coworker but I have no idea what this means. “AR Codes” I’m told. I’m on it. At some point I’m also told to delete my Facebook. Not the worst idea and I don’t think it’s en

3/16/2026 – I’m getting caught up on the Cancer planet. I’m told of the: “Singular star of the Lovecraft system” It was phrased so much cooler than that though. I’m going to have to start getting out of bed and writing this shit down. There is an intuitive communique here though. We’re the most backwater ass solar system imaginable. Crab planet. The thing that’s interesting about this is that it is some Dogon tribe shit. I did not know this on a conscious level at all but whe

3/13/2026 – “Baby GOAT” Comes into my meditative headspace. In the morning I relax into a very deep meditative dream. I’m living in this cool ass house that has a bunch of amazing art displays around. It all looks like my stuff and the arrangement is surreal and fantastical. I love the blue painted walls. This is a fantastic place and I think to myself. “Well, even if we only get to live here for a short time, it’s cool that we got to live here.” I get closer to the one art i

3/10/2025 – God, not much really although I’m told to briefly refocus my spells on psychic defense. I do and that’s the second time this week where directions about how to focus my magick have been given to me in meditative states. I am but a puppet. I’m also told something about Zeke and I think it’s related to the psychic self defense shit. He’s the best. Then later I’m told about my mother-in-law. Yeah, that tracks based on what she deals with in her relationship vs. what

3/7/2026 – I’m told something about doing nothing. This has dual meanings. One: thinking that a meditating monk is doing nothing is a ridiculous way of looking at the world. Also, I probably could start doing more with myself. Not long after I’m told something about a super hero. That is the dream. I also invade someone’s mind. So there’s that. That’s a new thing that I think works. Other than some more glowing bliss meditation energy states, as I’m finally pulling awake I

3/4/2026 – An angelick orb penetrates my sleep states. It communicated something to me but what that something was? No idea. Maybe I’m not supposed to know. Later I’m told something about: “Driving to LA.” That’s it. 3/5/2026 – This much older kind of grandmotherly woman pops up in this fancy kitchen and proclaims: “The race has started.” It feels cinematic. Also British. Everyone around her is excited. In a dream there are two new Noel Fielding projects. One is supposed

3/1/2026 – Barely anything except this vibe that being tied to this lower level of reality is important for some reason. It helps them focus. Gives them power. That’s what I’m told. Power. A limitless bounty of power. Now I enter a meditation bliss state and in a vision this trashy looking energetic energy blonde woman materializes in a portal above the between the front seats storage console of my new car. Seems about right. 3/2/2026 – We’re walking in this fantastical outdo

2/26/2026 – Three cool dreams. In the first I go to Amsterdam and I’m just wandering through this freaking amazing cityscape. No roads and all looking like an enormous campus rather than a city in a way. Such interesting stone architecture. A mixture of old and modern but nothing ancient like we have around these parts. Definite alien vibes to it all in a way. Like something a sci fi design department cooked up and a talented one at that. In the next vision I’m meditating and

2/23/2026 – I’m sitting by this weird sci fi/fantasy portal that’s almost like a campfire type sitch. I’m not sure how any of it works but we’re creating worlds. My brother is sitting next to me and he’s talking about how he’s made these ridiculously overexaggerated almost like plastic surgery parts for his world. Ridiculously accentuated tits and asses. I’m flowing along with this convo until I realize: “Wait, what? Why would you be doing that?” This is never explained. Late

2/20/2026 – A dark energy woman is riding me from above. Forcefully. This doesn’t feel like sex though unfortunately. It feels like dark energy plunging into me from a spectral woman from above. She’s aggressive. It’s weird but I like it. Victor Webanyama is in the 3-point contest and it’s really embarrassing. Miss. Miss. Miss. Miss. Miss. We all feel bad honestly. It’s hard to watch. Finally he makes at least a few but yeah. He should not have done this. Later in a dream my

2/17/2026 – I plunge through a dark energy void into the arms of a deliciously voluptuous blonde woman. It’s an excellent feeling but also brief, very brief. No complaints about falling into the arms of an exaggeratedly curvy astral plane witch woman though. There was certainly a feeling of significance to it. A dense and profound black smoke energy surge. Other than that, one meditation vision where I’m walking through the crosswalk of this intersection in upper Fremont that

2/14/2026 – Just a very boring dream. I’d say a red nightmare but more a red mild anxiety dream. I keep waking up and going dream within a dream but here it’s less cool than it is most times. I’m just slightly uncomfortable with the disorientation. And what’s with the weird red vibes? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m waking up next to my wife who’s sleeping in another bed at the foot of my bed. At a certain point I walk around a bit and explore. I’m outside the school see

2/11/2026 – I have a vision of this used car on a lot. It makes no sense but there’s like a huge middle section of the thing that’s made up of like Bud Light boxes. Like, what I’m looking at makes no logical sense at all. Doesn’t look like a car but I’m like: “Yep. Yep. The whole section made of cardboard Bud Light packaging should have been a sign.” I’m later essentially shown that this has something to do with my wife, which tracks. A bit down the road I now have a vision o

2/9/2026 – Here I get super deep. Ganj-i-tation heaven with that thick black weight to it. These are the old gods from the secret depths of the ocean. They’ve been controlling our dreams. Mine in particular and I think they mean both our literal dreams and this entire realm I call the skin world. Things are going to get increasingly fucked. I’m shown shit about psi and sports. Gotta get that momentum. Gotta catch that wave. That rising inertia. Down the road in another trance

2/6/2026 - I’m in this classroom, then courtroom situation where I end up chatting with these black gay guys who were somehow ensnared in this bullshit. They seem like they’re lawyers. People who overcame it and are still fighting the fight. They’re telling me just how much everything is stacked against them and it’s not like I can argue. I’m about to bring up how weird arty people and people into psychedelics are persecuted too, then I look at them like: The one guy has neck

2/3/2026 – I’m walking down a stairway out the door with a couple of other chaps. One is this well-dressed thin dude in a suit with shortly cropped hair who starts hitting on me, which of course spawns the classic: “Man I so wish I was gay.” Rant I always do and the other dude is just sort of rolling his eyes at me. But like, he genuinely doesn’t seem to understand what I’m saying and I’m not understanding that. Interesting. Maybe it’s the delivery. I would say that half the

1/31/2026 – We’re in the old basement apartment again and it’s surreal per the usual. Why the hell are we back here? I want to leave but my wife is stuck on us hanging here and she can’t even explain why. It’s not great. I keep telling her it’s basically illegal for us to be here. We have a much nicer place, what the fuck? The whole sitch is pretty anxiety inducing and it’s like she’s not only refusing to leave but putting new add-ons into the joint. What the fuck? To be fair