Death Ejection

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 see these strings of mushroom eyes pulling out of a fresh grave.

“Death ejection.”

The mushroom gods live where we die. It has always been this way.

3/8/2026 –

Lots of intel on a project I’ve been working on basically telling me that it won’t be easy. Nothing about this project has been easy honestly so no surprise there.

Later during my morning meditation two visions. In the first I’m looking at this paper bag and there all these colorful Hot Wheels cars inside, except that they look like real cars somehow. Excellent and I pull out of this vision with the words:

“20 million.”

Echoing through my consciousness. Fascinating.

Now a vision where I’m taking communion. I’m kneeling and holding this gold-plated champagne glass shaped goblet thing. Mine is full of small round rocks. I am confused by this and also confused by the fact that I’m taking communion along with a bunch of other people in a seemingly official way. Like a rock. Kind of cool outfits and hats all these dudes surrounding me have. Kind of cool indeed.  

3/9/2026 –

I get into a ganj-i-tation wormhole or something similar. All of a sudden, I’m flying above these morphing black and white cityscapes that look largely Midwestern. Midwestern vibes for sure, which is weird considering I haven’t been to the Midwest in a million years. Very cool and also very strange when I detach from the vision and it now seems like a television set above me. Very video game like. The cars on the thoroughfare feel like they’re running on some sort of electronic automation. I’m sure both that, the Midwest, and the black and white are all metaphors for our shit world. Metaphors indeed.

I also just have this meditation session that’s all good vibes regarding one of the projects I’m working on. Good vibe city and yet I remember little of the specifics which is largely purely intentional.   

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