Circular Mind Knives

12/13/2025 –

We’re in this swanky high-rise hotel and shocker, we’re supposed to be leaving but that’s not happening. I’m just pacing around in my rather swanky room trying to get in touch with anyone who’ll pick up. What is the play here?

Eventually I get a call from my brother. They’re bringing a crew in to party in the lounge room up the hall. I head over. It’s a cool, fairly swanky soiree but I’m not that into it. Weren’t we supposed to have checked out already? Whatever, I’m going back to my room. My swanky red room with gold trim. I text my brother again? Are we supposed to be in the same rooms we’ve been in?

Whatever. I guess so. I’m going to sleep and it’s exquisite.

My bed is right next to this enormous elongated window. My head is by this golden view of the city from above. The shining lights merge in and out with my consciousness in a swirl of bliss energy. It seems very odd they’d put a pleasant mind sucking window right next to the bed. Odd and delicious.

In the trance state I’m getting a text from an unknown person with a gray icon on my phone. First word: Rectify. Second word in a separate text: Obsolete.

Then into the next scenario, which once again involves some sort of school but here it’s seized by the show Pluribus. Most of our classmates are now a hive mind but a few of us aren’t. We’re at a mid-sized classroom/auditorium type thing. Most of them are hive mind but I think if I really dive in deep into the front row and a bit back stage I might be able to glean secret information about the hive.

Everyone is skeptical of this and after putting my nose quite literally to the ground on the rubber mats beneath the seats, I’m thinking maybe they were right. It doesn’t seem like this exercise is accomplishing anything. So I head out the door and try and catch up with these other non-hive mind dudes. We’re supposed to be heading out, remember?

We warp from a café into a UK looking red double decker bus. It’s mostly hive mind people in here and they start telling me I’m not complying. Like, if we ask this certain thing, you have to answer our question? To which I’m all:

“Can’t I like, kill millions of you just by yelling at you? Do you know how loud my voice is? Of course you do, you’re a hive mind.”

They move back and pull into regroup formation when confronted with this possibility, shocked that I went there.  

12/14/2025 –

I pull out of trance with the words:

“Mind Knives”

Reverberating throughout my headspace. Later I’m shown these circular saw things with extra-long spike knives pureeing the circular red mind energy in these heads like a Cuisinart. This actually reminds me of something about my magick that I was shown in the whole possession/trance thing. I am the eviscerator of minds. Fair point.

A bit down the road we’re at a restaurant with this guy that’s supposed to be my dad but absolutely isn’t my dad. Much younger and in a blue suit with slicked back hair. We’re sitting at the bar in what seems like a fairly expensive but not over the top fancy joint. Steak house vibes. There are these red energy icons floating around that seem like the eviscerated minds.

“Obviously we’re getting desert. I mean, since we’re here. I wouldn’t normally do it but like, at this place you sort of have to.”

He’s almost sold me with this pitch but I’m still not quite there. Will have to see how I feel after dinner.

12/15/2025 –

I’m in a café eating breakfast. Food is about to be served when this woman at another table starts talking about coffee refills.

“Getting your coffee refill is basically the best part of eating here.”

She tells me. Huh. It hadn’t even occurred to me. I look down at my to-go cup and I’m guessing the to go cup is what lead me to think there were no refills. Thanks for the tip lady. I’m now realizing my wife is sitting at a separate table just in front of mine but a smidge enough away that it doesn’t look like we’re together or anything.

She leans in and tells me to get her a refill too, then reaches over and plops her to go cup on my table briskly. But like, weren’t you having a different kind of coffee than the one in the carafe the waitress currently has? Whatever, I’ll figure it out.

Later, while meditating, I’m in a bliss state when I’m told something about mommy bloggers. The bliss state mommy bloggers.

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