That's the Static

2/23/2026 –

I’m sitting by this weird sci fi/fantasy portal that’s almost like a campfire type sitch. I’m not sure how any of it works but we’re creating worlds. My brother is sitting next to me and he’s talking about how he’s made these ridiculously overexaggerated almost like plastic surgery parts for his world. Ridiculously accentuated tits and asses.

I’m flowing along with this convo until I realize:

“Wait, what? Why would you be doing that?”

This is never explained.

Later I walk out into the floating void cosmic campfire and project my long-time romance sigil. I push the red numbers out of my mind and into the central black portal void space. This is a done deal. It was the second it was initially cast all those years ago. I then fly through a sequence of beautiful wonder. Animals and humans intertwined in glorious joyful and arty shenanigans. That’s the static.

Much later in a trance I’m told about how Seattle has such weird energy. It had to be here. You can never put a read on me here. I could be anywhere.  

2/24/2026 –

As I’m pulling out of a vision I’m told:

“Legendary athlete.”

I’m starting to see more how this soul synchronization stuff resembles athletics. All about reading the terrain and reacting to psi wave patterns accordingly. Play at your own pace. Can’t let anyone speed you up.

Later while pulling out of a trance something about:

“Grunge”

Then:

“Hair”

This is the second time I’ve sort of been told I could up my hair game.

Now I’m told about the:

“Super moon!”

I think this relates to the master ritual but I’ll have to look into it.

Now:

“Sansa Stark”

I have zero clue what this means because I don’t like fantasy and I haven’t seen a single episode of Game of Thrones. Will have to do some digging but maybe not. Maybe it’ll make sense eventually.

2/25/2026 –

I wake from a ganj-i-tation trance with a vision of me choking my wife during sex, which I’ve never actually done (although I’ve been with other women who’ve requested it). Then some info about our relationship that I don’t entirely remember. Conflicting smoke vibage.

Later yet another basement apartment dream. My wife and I are hanging out there. I’m anxious about it. Eventually I go outside on the porch and meet the neighbor who’s hanging out on his porch. I don’t think this is cool seeing as I’m not supposed to be here but I head back in and like: I don’t think anybody gives a shit. This always seems to be the point.

Down the road, it’s the same stuff except that it’s this grand moving project and we’re moving our shit out of all these different locales. The basement apartment is but one of them and once we’re done there it’s onto the next via psychic mind warp. Thrilling stuff. About as thrilling as actually moving with a bit more anxiety and a tad more non local artistry of consciousness.

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