She's a Cosmic Mind Conductor

10/5/2025 –

I at this raucous book related event. It’s very official looking with business like tables and chairs and seems to set up inside and outside at the same time. There’s a person leading the show at the front of the venue who seems like a judge. An MC Judge. This all does seem to essentially be a huge book discussion event. Eventually this short black guy takes control of the proceedings, belts down the middle of the chair aisle, then warps the entire world into this urban gun violence fantasy.

I look back at the guy next to me and am remembering how tame these things used to be. Like, they were boring as hell. Nobody ever showed up. I did but it was pretty sparse and in my head I’m understanding why. Yeah, this shit used to be run by this academic type. A professor I believe. He was boring as hell. Then this other normal dude took over and now it’s lit. Gee, wonder what the metaphor is there. It was school, now it’s a show.

My perspective now warps into this situation where I’m a slightly pudgy office worker couple. Both are wearing white short sleeve shirts with ties and gray pants. It’s almost like uniform and they get a call from me. We set up a meeting and they feel very important about this. Like, they feel like they’re going to get the hook up and the whole thing is flattering to them. They’re very important people.

So they show up to this meeting at my hotel. I am now all 3 people here and we’re all wearing white short sleeve shirts with ties. All of us have glasses.

“Uhhh, really, there’s not much I can actually do for you as it turns out.”

I tell them. There really isn’t. Also, it has something to do with insurance and that’s sort of what I’m telling them. There’s a standard employee package. That’s about the best I can do. They know that it’s true.

Which leads me to a situation that’s mirrored just like the book club earlier, except that there’s a different aesthetic sheen to it. It’s a comic book club and it’s excellent. I head up to look at all the comic books displayed. They’re kind of coded in white and black tones. Standard super hero stuff has a white tint to it, then there are these crackling black punk rock looking books. One seemingly has an electrical storm combined with the big bad wolf on the cover cut up style. These books look cool.

Eventually we splinter off and reconvene to the back of the venue where we form literal comic book clubs. This blonde woman sort of takes the lead in our group and sort of asks what we’re looking for. I tell her that I typically read the white more mainstream books and I’d maybe like to form a program that mixes in the crackling black art books.

“Ooooooooooh. I think that’s a perfect idea.”

She says in a way that makes me know she absolutely lives for shit like this.

10/6/2025 -

What the fuck was that? There was just a giant coordinated dance performance of people in these crazy orange and white jump suits. Everything was shifting but at one point they were in front of a giant, go-go dance leveled red velvet background set. They had style. One of them played the drum into a visual oblivion. I don’t remember much though, just the feeling. The significance here is that I felt the entire production leaving my memory and I reached in and pulled a minor amount out. It looked like a tiny pink package. It’s not much but at least I remember the vibe of the thing.

In the next vision I’m looking at this silver other dimensional comic book woman. She holds her hands up and turns around, looking like an energized living art hood ornament person. She thrusts her arms downward angularly, like a cosmic mind conductor. As she does she cuts a radiating silver swath through the lower dark dimensions. It is exceptionally awesome. I mean really. I see a lot of shit and even I’m taken aback at how absolutely choice the execution is here.

A slightly pudgy blue round headed man is floating behind a cloud eating balls of light. I’m thinking maybe he’s a sky monk. Is that a cloud of smoke he’s eating this light sphere’s behind? Hard to say. Is he more than just a floating blue head? Also hard to say.  

10/7/2025 –

I head into a ganj-i-tation state and come face to face with an otherworldly mole entity. Swaths of wavy flowing fur on top of waving flowing fur swirling in galactic patterns forever. No eyes just spherical fur. At first, I’m sort of taken aback by this deep tan entity but eventually I understand that there’s a cuteness to it. God, this is so beyond normal reality. I start projecting flashing light sigils into the thing. Rainbow windows into other realities open up. It is both otherworldly and amazing. Underground. This righteous mole god is all the way underground. All the fucking way. 

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