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Tower of Babel:

I dig dig dig into the ground and I find golf balls, bits of broken glass and what seems to be a mix of sand and microplastics. I don't know what year it is. I gather this polystyrene and I stack it. I wrap it with wire, I twist it all around, I wring out my hands with confusion and resolve to learn more. I learn more each time I speak with her, when I commune with her divine grace, when he reaches towards me with joy and squeezes. There are spirits in this plastic. Benzene, flame retardants. Holy things. Strange things. I live a little bit more and observe the trail I leave behind. I trace my fingers through the muck and dust and leave remnants behind. I am a remnant, I am left behind, borrowing from the giants and tucking myself in using their big smelly socks.  

I-we use my-our voice to climb the Tower. I-we used my-our voice to ground each other in the realities of our shared experience. This life. In all of its nuance and intricacy. Disconnected/connected. I feel more connected than ever, yet society spins in a death spiral. Have you ever seen an ant death spiral? We are a death spiral. Gimme a parameter. Gimme direction. I want to listen, I know that the spirit I push into these objects will persist through time and space. The cockroach people may be able to interpret my shudderings.

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Voice message received 8:33am, 8 July, 2025.

Alright I got another cool story for ya, this one ties in with dreams and my ah… I guess you’d call it, my astral self. Other Half and her father have both had these dreams since they were little, ah, basically like a black figure standing over them when they are sleeping, sort of like sleep paralysis kinda being. They're stuck, they can't move, and this black figure just sorta stands over them. Other Halves' dad has always had this dream, and Other Half has had this dream since she was a little girl. It comes and goes…sorta came and went all through her life and when our daughter was born she started to get it again.

It was a couple nights of the dream and then one night she actually reached out and touched the figure's hand. Another week went by, the dream happened again, and then she started to dream that this thing was standing over her, but there was another one manifesting over our daughter, this was when she was about, ah, probably about one years old. It was sorta like, you know the TV static that you see, that we know about on the old TV's, static between channels sorta thing, It was like a big black mass of TV static starting to manifest over me daughter, and so Other Half was obviously a bit worried about it, told me about it, and this was at the time where I was trying to astral project. I, well, long story short I’ve got a mate who calls himself the Astral Viking, and he's kinda the guy, I guess my spiritual guru who I talk to about a lot of this stuff. He's from Canberra, he’s a crystal shaman, and a very interesting bloke. 

Anyway, I spoke to him and he sorta just said well what I’d be doing is imagining yourself with your eyes closed, as a wizard, whatever you feel like, and just kinda shoot light and love all over your property, in your daughters room, and imagine yourself protecting them. So I started doing that, I imagined myself as Piccolo from Dragonball Z and I’d throw Destructo discs all over the property, all through the house, I’d go stand in my daughters room just above her, and I’d do it for my wife as well, and I’d sorta just put the thought out there, like, you’re not welcome, get outta here, y’know. I’ll destroy you with destructo discs kinda thing. 

No shit of a lie, it stopped. The dreams stopped, never had one ever since. 

Weekly I still do that, it's sorta evolved now, I’ve turned myself into a wizard, I shoot myself up over the ceiling and then I shoot green, misty fog all over my property, as my light and love and my protection for my family and all my stuff.

So yeah, just another cool story I thought you might like!
Cheers!