The Facts of Existence

A Safehouse for Muses
SANCTUARY

We may solve, circumstantially, the augmented reality of a parallel universe.

Eurasia, a penultimate groupthink epiphany arises out of a simple equation.

Spillover effect

Spiraling, extreme, volatile, carbon-dated, altered sequences of DNA adapting to robo-vacs, wired rocks & the smart abacus as dimensions revert to chaos, incrementally – because

chaos is where it goes.

THEY ALREADY MANIPULATE OUR WEATHER PROJECT woodpecker

Woodpecker Project

American scientists working for the Pentagon have published research which demonstrates how to hide history as it happens.
A team at Cornell University working with the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (Darpa) has published a report in the journal Nature demonstrating how to hide an event for 40 trillionths of a second.

Two beams of particles travel round this tunnel are made to collide

The dispersion of the material is manipulated in time

Time:

the black hole in orbit

semantic equivocation.

the black hole of inaccuracies

  • dark energy

  • The black hole sun

    time is invariable through all portions of the universe

    These firms support mission-critical, high bandwidth applications involving cloud-based computing utilizing machine-to-machine connectivity.

    Chimp

    like chips

    clip

    Stockholm

    Stepford

    Saints and sinners,

    frozen dinners

    But you don’t

    can’t say how

    all that you do not know

    accumulated,

    Tied up in a bow

    semantic equivocation.

    the blockchain-backed registry provides a decentralized mechanism for centralized mechanics’ collateral damage


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  • Elsevier – one of the world’s major providers of technical information.
  • As opposed to non-technical disinformation.

  • Their grip on information
  • ‘includes the entire academic research lifecycle, including software and data-management, instruction and assessment tools.[4]’

    a fragile mental picture of what was happening with each step of the algorithm.

    It is Friday before memorial day

    What you give away

    It occurred to me the other day that you might be lying about whether Ray Ray was a pathological liar.

    Aren’t all junkies?

    Creeps.

    No. I was gonna say, everyone’s favorite junkie a premiere funky who gets sulky in his freewheeling scene -stealing calamide lotion staring down the street while you pop those friggled uptown

    home of the brave my ass I heard her say as you walked away

    But save that for another day

    Sing the song of truth

    No one knows your name

    Bring in

    calamity Jane

    Citizen Kane

    Nathaniel Zane

    What?

    Are you insane?

    Some people call me loco

    Mean Jean Feline

    Coke machine

    Powerful but

    enamored

    with the “wrong”

    Crowd

    Out with the g-damn old already

    It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak.

    Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year.

    I’m in some kind of hell, with anger issues all around me and I’m just a stoner from Goochland, Virginia who happened to be in the New Yorker last week.

    The yelling is bad for me. The lack of any form of patience and the jail house rock. Training for trauma. Again and ago and more system install.

    “Which country has New Year first – New Year 2019 and last uninhabited places to observe New Year 2019 – 12 hour format World Time Zone”

    https://www.worldtimezone.com/newyear.html

    So here’s to the nineteenth may it be our last chance since 2020 the sources of the sources say it’s all over now.

    It’s been a year of onslaught and I iSsubordination, firings and I quits from our pillars of piety, trust and wisdom.

    Yeah right.

    We walked the talk

    Activate another device

    *228

    Now we belong to someone else™️

    Switch accounts

    Registered to the wrong me

    HappyNewYear

    The Specialists

    Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore.

    Never stop looking over their shoulders.

    Is that any way to live?


    I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years struggling to get by – with a reprieve absolutely ruined by forces that have left me broken, afraid and without conviction. I’m just so tired of it. Soul-weary from this collective mechanation of the mind, commodified body, no way to find a way through the muck.


    Miss Maslow.

    • The hierarchy of needs like a diaspora of the mind, a momentary lapse of hit send, revoke access, shut out shut-ins littering the lowlands.

    <li>Disappeared.</li>
    <li>Were they ever here?</li>
    <li>She cried for the forgotten. Took that to her grave now forgotten.</li>
    <li>
    

    Who will weep for me?


  • Then.

    There was suddenly, overnight, in dog years (our conception of time is flawed, I feel in my bones), it would seem, there was too much information. Too much noise. To tune out. A body to maintain as advancements perplex the mind, solder the soul to empty turrets of half-chewed advice.

    You simply can’t learn enough. The rewards in society are ambiguous and strained. The fodder is there. The boat explodes. We are all adrift on the Miss Maslow.

    The criticasters are telepathically hypothetically signaling their displeasure seconds before the wiring between brain and mouth engages, at variable rates of play.

    So there is that. The obvious urge to be stratocaster mcsnark is overwhelming when one feels helpless and realizes it’s actually much worse.

    Everyone, literally and figuratively, in due measure, according to their thought machine‘s neediness, and seeking any available encumbrance, is starving.

    Some quite literally for nourishment of the body (which stalwartly holds up the capricious brain), some in the beveled corners of their soul. All, for replaying of time.

    The hierarchy of needs prevails. The soul gets bled out. The machine overrides the individual. All is collectively lost.

    The main feature of the plan is that it moves credit

    creation from private hands to public (government) hands, with the public unaware of whom is really moving the government hands.

    It would seem some of our species cause this. It would appear they are gearing up for some sort of purge. Just like science fiction. Notice who is bearing down on your brain.
    Paralyzed by inequity, uncertainty and dissolving commonality, every man becomes an island. Existing in hypostatic congestion. Coagulants of amorphous soul sauce, baked into the pan.
    Attack on all fronts
    Trauma Centrifugal Limit
    Sacred Geometry

    The number two health issue
    Time slides & we forget
    C-PTSD YEAH YOU KNOW ME

    Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t.

    G-force
    G chord

    And contrary wise, what is wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?

    . Alice in Wonderland🍄

    🛴Newspeak👍🏿

    But who’s

    Watching the

    Watchers

    Youth Against Garrulousness

    ‘He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have.’

    Due to integration with shortcut bells & whistles, the washing of the brains has been accelerated.

    mythological entanglements form integumentary patterns

    a format to interface

    with or without your

    platform

    terrifying ancient techniques to turn the Chinese people into mindless, Communist automatons. He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have. The process was meant to “change a mind radically so that its owner becomes a puppet.

    But that’s China, right? Not the USA where freedom is celebrated and your mind is owned by capitalism not communism.

    So, what’s the difference?

    State-created borders

    They are amorphous when you consider the history of wars.

    Because most possible answers are wrong, and there is no force to guide us to the correct answers. 

    So we are adrift, prepping for six month power outages, outraged over various multiple choice questions and just plain starved for what we’ve missed in letting the lesser of us take over the control over the rest. The money man over the teacher, the lawyer over the doctor, the marketing genius over the farmer.

    We’ve let this happen because everyone is too busy supporting a family, burying head in sand or building up defensive reactions to new ideas or old ideas repackaged in new millennial-friendly bytes since millennials are all that matter any more. Or so they believe and they have the upper hand of 83.1 million representing more than one quarter of the nation’s population.

    And because we are the tenth most dangerous country for women:

    The United States is the lone Western nation to make the Thomson Reuters Foundation ranking. The United States is ranked 10th because of its third place rank in sexual violence — which includes rape, sexual harassment, and coercion into sex — and sixth place rank in non-sexual violence, such as domestic physical and mental abuse.

    And this is our hierarchy of experience.

    Don’t hold your breath

    We stood at the precipice

    staring at bones

    they didn’t lie

    but had shattered

    with time

    That endless roar

    between the eyes

    herding us home.

    This is not as bleak

    as it sounds,

    we pander,

    to no one in

    particular.

    By holding on to that first note, it

    generates a feeling of suspense

    This time

    We inhabit together

    Can we make something

    of it,

    together?

    Do we not have the

    capacity to be

    compassionate,

    fair and wise?

    Saddened

    Sorrow fills the

    night air

    eery calm

    the center of the

    universe

    Mind mapping

    Dream leaving

    desperate by

    the side of the road.

    from the forthcoming

    Chimera Climate by me

    Dream Weaver

    Your battle already won

    Attack like the fire

    And be still as a

    Mountain

    Funny girl

    Funny, I never thought of a machine as “being.”

    The end was in sight.

    Shelley be damned

    Ozymandius had won

    in the end.

    Not knowing

    Not knowing or not being aware

    are so different

    from

    your not wanting to know

    Last Wednesday in March

    March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so..

     

    With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives you a 9.7 or something because you don’t know it’s pain, it’s in and out of who you are and what they’re trying to take from you. In this case, my life.

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    And that is the problem I face as I go through each day, with noises startling, except here, ironically, across from the UPS Delivery hub and near the brewery with its famous artist buttressing the 5 Freeway which always feels like it leads out of this place, whereas the others bury you right by the side of the road where they found you.

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    It’s hard to have hope and faith when for the past 8 1/2  (one of my favorite Fellini movies) months, I have been consistently victimized by the system, which my frontier nature hates to say, I don’t believe in that, but it’s happened from a hostile neighbor to an illegally operating management company to the police themselves, twice now, once being tossed in jail for no reason and then treated as if I were some most wanted criminal because, quite simply, I was white. They will never say this or let it be told, everyone hates the dying race so much, they think it’s okay to be hating, berating and almost killing us – for the ‘sins of our fathers’ — they think it’s okay to destroy our lives, for no apparent reason, these are not people we even know, no crime of passion, no well-orchestrated specific reason to be brutalized over and over again except those of race and gender.)

    The lawyer who committed slander, defamation of character, malicious intent and actually lied publicly in a harmful manner, deliberately trying to harm us by preventing us access to housing when we did nothing that she claims but because I was beaten and barely alive, could not do anything but try to recover for many many days and weeks and then someone lies and causes strife, illegally, a lawyer? Not such a great track record for our legal system from enforcement through supposed guardians of justice.

     The Sheriffs who detained us for picking up my own car because the tow yard is a chop shop about a mile from where I got beaten within an inch of my life, while trying to get a burger at McDonald’s. Who witnessed this? Why did the hospital then not call the police but told me they thought I was drunk so they just let me wait, and never questioned why my supposed husband never said he would be back or seemed to care if I actually woke up–somehow I did. I still have the stitches. The bruises are mostly gone. The head trauma, alas, will be with me longer, if not forever.

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    The nerve damage done by LAPD and that first fiasco was permanent to my hands but this last beating and the hospital’s irresponsible treatment of me (all because I was unconscious — no one thought to consider that perhaps I was not drunk but had been harmed in some way maybe a car accident hit and run, as I thought, until we heard the recording of my call to my partner, which I still can’t bear to listen to, 6 weeks later…I cannot bear to hear it, it is too traumatic, still, overwhelming in the shadow of the past eight and a half months of consistent persecution — and for what reason? Who knows, if there even is one. Those who blame the victim always seek to find a way to plant their evidence on you, to keep their corrupt privilege operating without you in the way, or they just beat a woman almost to death in a parking lot for no apparent reason).

    This is the first I have written of this publicly and some of you know or I tried to tell but you simply didn’t believe me or thought oh there she goes again, I seem to have the worst luck, maybe or you have already written me off for my freelance career and struggles to survive in a world that just was not ready for me. I was certainly ready to make my mark, a positive one, to live in peace and contribute positively to this world. That is all I seek and have ever sought. I don’t know how far I will get in that path as I am overwhelmed and exhausted each day, “just not the same” those around me notice, and for that I am pained, mentally, knowing ‘what has happened to me…’

    To reiterate: around the third week of February the night before checking out of a very strange airbnb experience, I was severely beaten in a McDonald’s parking lot in the early evening hours and taken to White Memorial Hospital, who broke protocol at every turn, never even reporting my near-fatal ‘accident’ (accidental beating???) to the police, which is actually the law.

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    I am invisible (adoptees know that), and expendable (the ‘film and television industry’ taught me that, after working with the most unloyal f-%$s you can imagine, and very few ‘friends,’ who actually have a soul in this town, I realized way too late) but now I feel destructible, worn-down, beaten up, tired, sad, soul-tired, suicidal on occasions but from existential nihilism more than any other specific, so don’t worry, I never do it, I love life and butterflies and the earth way too much, and I am just now trying to recover.

    Please be kind. Please if you know me don’t use my honesty against me. I am just a human, trying to survive after someone speaking spanish probably two men, it sounded nicaraguan, beat me within an inch of my life near my car, which was impounded for $ 1,395 (all tow yards in Los Angeles say we were fleeced) and they called the sheriffs, who of course illegally searched us, what else do they do?

     

    I suppose this is my statement since no police officer has ever asked. I have yet to see a judge. My case is a rare form known as a wobbler. Murderers and rapists are given the right to swift hearing but not the victim of police brutality.  This is the story of the past eight and a half months of my life, since last July.

     

    Namaste, be well, my nerves are telling me to quit, the nerves in my hands, always from numb to pain now thanks to LAPD RAMPART back in July 2016.

     

    Katherine E. Walker

    born 1965 Cleveland, Ohio adopted 6 weeks later, my birthname we think is Turner