Knocking Magick Rocks Out of Stone Circle Monolith Park

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 outdoor rolling surrealist green grass hills environment on a sunny day. I’m walking ahead of these excellent fellow travelers and they call to me as I walk into this sparkly stone fairy circle.

“You ready to hit some home runs?”

They ask me and fuck yeah!!! I am the guy who’s really good and hitting rocks out of the park. Sort of what I do. As someone who’s barely watched a second of baseball in the last 30 years or so, this is fascinating but I can feel it. If you want me to knock magick rocks out of a stone circle monolith park, I am that dude.

Now I’m on top of this massive skyscraper in a sky-view lounge. I’m there with this thicc intellectual artist woman and this other amazingly decked out almost future renaissance goth Asian woman. I walk around the perimeter of the place, enjoying the elevated viewpoints as much as I can, trying to chat up the black-haired art lady. We have minor chemistry but one of the things we’re wondering is why there’s no one else here. Oh yeah, probably because it’s not a nice day at all. Even through the thick clouds the view’s pretty choice though.

I look back and the stylish Asian woman has turned the whole inner sanctum area into a bed with flowing red bed dressings. She’s in some freaky almost dominatrix type lingerie and it seems like her fling just left. Interesting. I walk around for a while longer with the art woman and conversation’s going fine but then I turn back again. God the other woman is looking thirsty as hell.

I do nothing though and continue to scan the view but I can’t help but look back again. Yeah, like, sorry. I’m having sex with this woman. It’s too hot to pass up. I do, but like almost always, the whole thing fades out after we start touching.

3/3/2026 –

I black mist energy jump out of a trance.

“Hey, if I have to put any effort into mind linking with a bitchin’ psychic witch car to destroy our reality, I won’t do it, but when it requires exactly zero effort whatsoever, fuck it. Let’s burn this thing to the ground.”

I feel the crackling energy that lined this all up. I am the king of the slackers.  

Then some early morning dreams. In the first, I’m at this super cool house I used to live in, in the middle of the night. Except it’s a phantom weird house in the dream realm that bears no resemblance to anywhere I’ve actually lived. It’s got a huge sunken back yard.

Anyway, I’m just standing there in the middle of the night and these dudes suddenly show up and drive their van right through the front door and it looks like an amazeballs flower power Scooby Doo type van. Freaking excellent.

I never thought of just driving a van through the door. That is so awesome. I try to like latch myself onto the dudes all:

“Hey, I used to live here.”

So it’s not super weird that I’m just standing by your front door in the middle of the night. Sure. They don’t find it weird but only because they give exactly zero shits about me whatsoever. I really want to know what’s going on. I want to hang. Not happening. I might as well not even be talking.

I kind of walk up their yard a bit about a hundred feet away. Several of their friends have shown up now and are just hanging outside in these excellent fur collared jackets. I want to chill with these dudes so bad for reasons I don’t entirely understand but I’m reading the vibes and nope. Absolutely not. These bros have less than zero interest in hanging out my dumb ass.

A bit further down another short dream. I’m in like this massive what’s supposed to be a jet but it’s like a classroom. We keep wandering around and everything keeps morphing in a surrealist sci fi way. There are rows of seats but where are we supposed to be sitting? Where the fuck even are we? One of those type of sitches.

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