Funny how dreamland comes off as real as living through the daylight. Hit the pillow and bang, the universe is amazing. I’m in a hierarchy of beings and in this dimension, I’m elevated. But, as I look out my Bering 70 windows, out at the aqua green sea, reflecting off my gray hulled rapier with the negative bow so stylish, Monitor, the ironclad alum “inium” monster of my dream is but a steel yacht, my lottery result, in this dimension noooo, a more wide ranging toy. More capable more impressive. But then I no more wish to motor around Antarctica cold and lonely, than andromeda distant and mysterious. There I be I find myself where? Do I need to be there, is it fatal? What did I learn? Gain? An experience? Lol lol lol this level of effort just so I can dream about a more impossible power over chaos, temporary power, permanent chaos, I’ll pass…treating the ufo, as if it were Hunter Biden’s laptop. I leave that up to you all, trivializing existence afterall, a fly on a windshield and it’s last thought is? I just had to fly, spread these wings, take off, the aho is driving the car repoman
Speaking of Nazi’s, I happen to be watching this interview regarding this subject with a gentleman from Scotland when low and behold he happened to mention a name that I hardly recognized at first with the accent. Start at 15:39 for the reference:
Something about no bears will mess with Dr. Joseph Farrell?
