The Book is Imagining You

1/31/2026 –

We’re in the old basement apartment again and it’s surreal per the usual. Why the hell are we back here? I want to leave but my wife is stuck on us hanging here and she can’t even explain why. It’s not great. I keep telling her it’s basically illegal for us to be here. We have a much nicer place, what the fuck? The whole sitch is pretty anxiety inducing and it’s like she’s not only refusing to leave but putting new add-ons into the joint. What the fuck? To be fair, nobody does show up to bother us. Just doesn’t feel right though.

After that, the vibes are that this next project I’m working on is a good call. It will be good for my head apparently which is an interesting way of considering it. It will keep me on my game. Will start working on it tomorrow. Probably.

Later a vision where I’m talking to a lawyer in this red radiating neon sign. At some point the sign pulls us into this shower world where I’m looking at a bunch of mostly average looking male bodies heading into the shower without heads. Obviously they quite quickly start morphing into surrealist art. Obviously.

One more vision. Here it’s like we’re stepping up to this do-it-yourself hot dog stand at this hot dog festival. It seems like everyone’s naked here as well. There are like reels of hot dog meat on these wooden spools and it’s like a make your own dog sitch. Like soft serve ice cream or some shit and a lot of peeps are combining the output of multiple sausage tubes into one dog.

The guy in front of me puts his finished product down on the table in front of me and it’s this blend of various colored meats.

“Is that a thing? Blended hot dogs?”

I’m pretty sure it isn’t but the metaphor with the mutating bodies that came first def adds to the coherency. The skin world. Human beings. Lips and assholes. What are you going to do?

2/1/2026 –

More of the new house scenario. What’s different here is that we’re not in the basement apartment. We’re in this urban apartment with a prominent window covering the entire side of one floor. Kind of like our current place on that front but not a ton. I really get the feeling we’re in a condo building. Definitely feels different.

Anyway, I keep flipping back to the new place. I’m outside in the front yard which is always on a bluff over the ocean. I can feel the sea air and I’m looking back at the house, which has all these upwardly protruding white almost tent like looking features on the roof. It’s fucking great and yeah. Why the fuck are we not here?

“It makes no sense!”

I’m think screaming in my head while waving my arms in exasperation.

Now I’m back in the weird urban condo with my wife. What the fuck are we even doing? The beach place is so fucking cool. I think eventually we get there.

2/2/2026 –

I’m woken up in the middle of the night as if pulled out of sleep by a mystery ethereal entity with a profound realization in my mind. The Aeon of Leo. Cats. Oft associated with the feminine. Obviously. I hadn’t been considering it before. The Aeon of Lilith. The lion queen. Yeah, I like the sound of that.

I get the feeling I’m leveling up. Adding new powers. I pull into deep galactic trance. Guttural rumblings of our daemon overlords. Yeah, I can roll like that and I’d almost forgotten about that shit. Such a strange dream so many years ago and accidentally embedded in the July 23rd video. Beast mode. Beast fucking mode!!!

Now I’m told something else, which amounts to comparing the code behind reality that they showed me to a book. Interesting. Not the code, the script. I’m told a great mantra which I’m pretty sure I promptly blacked out on as it comes to specificity but managed to translate to this:

“You are imagining the book. The book is imagining you.”

In terms of synchronizing the 3 levels of one’s soul, that’s a solid mantra. You go from one you, to the book, back to the you in 3 steps.

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