Pet Disease of the Cancer Planet

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 when it was mentioned to me in a vision years ago, I looked it up and yes. Our sun is remote as shit. This is cosmic hickville to the extreme.  

Then I’m told of:

“Their pet disease”

We are but the pets of the aquatic alien elder gods. Their experiment got out of control and now it threatens the psychic health of the conscious multiverse. I don’t get the impression it’s a huge threat at all though, just an utterly insane shit show. Nobody knows how it happened. They’ve told me that repeatedly.

I’m now told how I was the first to notice it and I did because they weren’t contributing anything. The spice does not flow from the Cancer planet and I decided to get to the bottom of why. All of this is so fucked.

I’m also told that they had to make me angry and that help is now on the way. I channeled it into the code.

Also that I need my wife. I’ve always known that.

Later I’m reminded of something did in fact forget. They’re telling me not to forget which is the correct move as I would have forgotten. What went down with Disinfo? Should not have happened. I was right all along and yet I get the distinct impression this was all intentional theatrics on my end. I am the maker of rules. It was part of the elaborate S.O.S. I was sending. As mentioned, help is now on the way.

3/17/2026 –

In a meditative trance I’m told that:

“Eden had to end before the torture could end.”

This makes sense and is a reference to my job. I’m not sure why this had to happen but it apparently did.

Now I’m told something about rolling. No idea what that means.

Other than that, a perspective shifting dream filled with dark energy and all I remember about it is this strange magickal object that looks kind of like a sharper shinier version of the Blue Oyster Cult logo. It seems to be both strange tech and enchanted simultaneously.

3/18/2026 –

In a vision I’m heading to an activity with a pale white woman with long brown hair and a tall light skinned black guy who seems like he’s wearing a prison jumpsuit except that it’s red and I just don’t get the vibe it’s a prison jumpsuit. Weird look and when we arrive at the destination we realize it’s an enormous adult ball pit facility. The balls are all solar orange which is strange. I am not complaining about this destination.

What else? While ganj-i-tating later I’m told of my techno wolverine powers and I get the vibes this involves taking MDMA and raving quite specifically, something I never have in fact done. I mean, I’ve done MDMA a bunch and I’ve gone to a total of one rave separately but I’ve sadly never combined the two. Doesn’t have to be a rave. Any appropriate public dancefloor space would absolutely suffice.

Oh, and I have this experience where this translucent bubble seems to pierce my soul structure. It implants some code and I promptly forget the experience until I’m reminded about it later in a trance. Yeah, that thing where the translucent bubble implanted code into my spirit. I suppose I’m supposed to remember that. Seemed kind of routine honestly.

I’m told Wix has shitty data features. OK. I’m also told it won’t really matter.

Later:

“Grieving peace.”

I’m now pulled out of my meditation by an Arab looking man with a friendly face. Grieving the death of peace. Yeah, that shit sucks.