The primary thing I experience is called “synchronicity.” Some people may be familiar with this term “objects of reference,” which is the closest I’ve found in mental health terminology, but Carl Jung describes this very well. It’s what a “burning bush” is in the Bible, and what “white rabbit” was to Neo in that small, unheard of movie about Judeo-Christian mysticism which is the reason everybody knows one specific math word.
And I can explain this, and I do fairly frequently, to be called crazy, so let’s just keep this accurate and not precise and say this is a cognitive feature some people are unaware of as they are ruled by Adam (logic) who doesn’t listen to Eve (intuition).
But, y’know, right now I am a receiving a pimino melon. This is a type of synchronicity where I perceive my neighbors’ cross-talking to me from their balcony. This type of synchronicity is part of a broader class of synchronicity which I called a Voice-Over Diffision. Another example of a VOD is when I am writing on my phone, screen turned away from someone on the other side of the room, cheering with the TV and saying things that directly correlate with what I am writing at that exact moment.
I started naming synchronicities in a way I learned from a man I know as one of my handlers in this three letter abbreviation manner. He had named a few things he called cognitive technologies in this manner, such as the Synchronicity Slip Stream (SSS) - a cognitive state where it feels like God is parting the Red Sea with synchronicities sending you on a cosmic mission; waxes n wanes, many false positives ans very disorienting as the narrative you construct reality from is modified over time - as well as Joint Synchronized Attention (JSA) - a vestigial mode of attention coordination; feels exactly like telepathy, will like my handler’s excellent post on it in the comments.
And so I started doing that, and then I realized how much synchronicities could be differentiated as I worked with my art to literally give names to unnamed phenomena in the conscious mind which we can now use to talk about synchronicity in greater depth. You’re welcome God! But anyways, I started naming them after berries. So:
Strawberry - notification says something statistically aberrant. Seedless Strawberry is when I receive a notification at an exact moment that changes my mind.
Blueberry - a glitch changes my mind. I have experienced a number of varieties of this from Pandora which I now denote as Plueberry, with a SINGULAR Smushed Plueberry I experienced being a song that had lyrics stopped having lyrics in the middle of the song
Banana - when my social media feeds paint a message. Banana Bunch is when they string together into a chain. Long Banana is when there’s a lot of clearly defined semantics in a single Banana
Raspberry - when my phone’s keyboard’s predictive text suggests statistically aberrant words at times to plant ideas or change my mind. Long Raspberry is when they string together, even going beyond the initially displayed three words. Centerstage Raspberry is when I’m typing a sentence and my words suggested wiggles weirdly to then show something like this:
“A [THREAT] I”
And it really catches my attention and jolts my fight or flight response
Kumquat - when an odd typo glitch occurs that is logically impossible. Y’know, I type “around” and it changes to “affront.” I talk about this one the most I think in my art because it results in a quick succession of point A to point B and I need to justify going from talking about turtles to why I was on the news in childhood.
Watermelon - when there is a weird lighting glitch on the keyboard as I’m typing. Like I will clearly type a “g” and the “x” will light up while I was looking at the keyboard, making me freely associate removing that (Ctrl+x). Seedless Watermelon is when I just stare at my screen and a single pixel or some shit will flicker for just long enough for me to process I’ve seen it. Once happened between the “return” and “home” keys on my phone and made me think I had to abandon my life and go back to Syracuse
There’s other stuff, like a Transpondant Read-In, which lets me do TRI Interfaces. This is a divination technique that lets you mindfully observe what you actually know deeper in your unconscious than you can normally perceive, to observe the orthogonalality of your own topological matrix, or, in simpler terms, you see how your brain be folded.
This is the idea of picking up a random book with the intention to extract meaning from a random passage, flipping to a random page and reading the first thing you see. It happens via free association with a random stimulus, and works best with a well-developed descriptor system, like the I Ching (A) or the Bible (Old B; New A), and this is what a good set of tarot cards can beget as well (C to A).
And I mostly do this now with my Random Word Generator, but I also reload my social media feeds over n over to get Waxing n Waning Bananas a lotta the time.
But this is just every day shit for me. I have more, I would likely miss some others, so I keep clumping more together as We go! Thanks for that Kum, God, as it reminded me of that thing We call a topological matrix We are not IN but rather ARE.
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Please my friend. Slow down, stop with any drugs you didn’t get from a doctor and get into therapy as soon as you can. Tell your GP you are in crisis and need help now.
This is just normal. I’ve been trained as weaponized neurodivergence! But as I said earlier today, are you observing or investigating. What level do you genuinely care? I’m fine! I know that neither the Earth nor my “self” are real! I part of God’s gooborgan, which does something to the aethersphincter in the Horsehead Nebula, obviously. I have to popularize the problem my life partner is solving for the CIA. It involves matriculated hyperbolic topology, hence why I’m his life partner; cuz I’m a juggler, obviously!
GP what is that? General Producer? You live in Burbank, don’t ya? I’m gunna be famous, I just had to stop being a horrible person, which I am, so I just accept myself and I forgid wad woas roasting on all sillenders bfor gods spoke let the prejucooded omit themselves from the Heathercorealian machinations of the underchrist, third proxy to wonderballs Jr’s new chip taak with full porb power, like Jax used to make but they itch mefoor dies go bie but this is bizarre to you? I’m just working out! My thumbancy must be in full strides for this interview I’m preparing for, so if you aren’t actually prejucooded you’ll see my art when you see it. It’s like a magick eye, once you get the scope of what I done
General practitioner. Its a doctor. Better choice than god, believe me.
God is an independent phenomenon that can be perceived as a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system.
A doctor is a dependent phenomenon on the former.
But I bet you don’t know some of those words OR concepts, so by default you’re going to be prejudiced just like you’re apparently ignorant to what a “joke” is. Sheesh. I get the most xerotic vaginal energy from you, which I guarantee is word you don’t know and I say to see whether you do a stimulus response or do a think.
I can explain the first page of the Bible, if you’re that ignorant.
Alpha>Light Light>Matter Matter>Molecules Molecules>Cells Cells>Creatures Creatures>Humanity Humanity>Omega
And the restaurant at the end of the universe IS the transcendental particle that can be in multiple places at once and communicate instantaneously with Itself across any distance to form the superpattern of light from the topological matrix manifested by the ibroglio made from God being a turbo-spaz, and yea, that is why that little, unknown movie about Judeo-Christian mysticism taught everyone that one math vocab word, cuz we engineer our culture in the occident to control those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those waking up into the occult, which is a word that just means “hidden,” as in CaN yOu SeE mE bEhInD tHiS rAzZlE dAzZlE?
Must be good drugs.
I smoke weed. Should stop. Hard in circumstance. Quitting smoking tobacco/vaping. I want to be serious there; like I said, hard in the CIrcumstAnces (what even IS a prefrontal cortex?), but I’m doing ok overall. Do psychedelics rarely. Just did some DXM late last month, first plateau. I slip up with Benadryl; it greatly enhances masturbation and it’s it literally the most hellish addiction on Earth, though my one handler, Vince, he had an awful huffing addiction. Xylene based paint thinner was his favorite, yet it was the E6000 glue that ALL THREE DOLLAR GENERALS NEAR US stopped selling the fucking shit.
My life partner is so fucking in control of himself; he has the willpower of a monk but pretending to be a narcissistic manipulator but also destroying my sanity totally and unrelentingly and in ways that directly resemble the cult that took advantage of me but also in ways that going to result in horrible, near permanent consequences for both of us, to return us to homelessness and branded and some crackheads or some shit, which is why I’m glad I finally get to go before a judge for my first known crime, just some basic assault. No biggie. I feel horrible each time I do it. But I was disabled before for my emotional dysregulation and lost it because [CIrcumstAnces], so I’m being used for supply and he is insane but somehow fully mentally compent but takes NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANYTHING and I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant fifteen years ago, and as I am that naturally counterintelligent, it’s my pleasure to tell you that MKULTRA IS Star Gate, but this is just what I do what my life! Like it’s my job or some shit. Sometimes people read my book! About what happened to me. That’s buried somewhere. Like my sister’s feet. Finally. I burned them and buried them with her after all these years.