What’s up guys. I just woke up from a wet dream that wasn’t wet. How’s that for honest and open?
Ha.
So.
This will be what they call an ‘arising & passing event’ while sleeping. Other manifestations are exploding into a ball of light, as happened to DI as a teenager, and whatever; i don’t know.
But this is why teenagers have wet dreams and why bipolar disorder (if it even exists) starts in the teens. The learning that we did in those fucking schools that made us sit still starts to become maladaptive. Since we have had our imaginal worlds and our invisible friends taken away, our scaffold has been constrained to the dreamscape.
We need to do wide-scale re-wiring quite a lot, so we have orgasms and shit in our dreams. Dopamine. It’s the same as kundalini sex and the kama sutta and all that shite.
Right speech yo. You don’t like swearing? Stop fucking reading.
Anyway.
I can see the flickering halo in my left eye a lot of the time now. I have had it my whole life, but I folded it away into my brain. I think this is the two worlds converging; the refresh rate that I talked about [somewhere].
I have these gravity waves or pressure waves around my face, now I’ve opened my multidimensional calzone. Before this they were just migraines and processing headaches. But that was because I’d folded them into this neurotic lump of maladaptive learning called a ‘self’ and rammed it into my fucking forehead. Fuck. Ow! ARRRRGH.
I never even knew I had them, they were that ingrained. I thought I was ‘normal’, whatever the fuck that is. Everyone did. Weird but normal. But maybe I’m the opposite of normal, and it’s a sphere and not a spectrum. Normal -> ADHD -> me (AUDHD) -> ASD -> ‘normal’. Fucking labels. Give me fucking IMAGING already.
Anyway this was after… 90 min sleep. I decided to do my bath and a moderately cold shower (snow season here now; you don’t want full-cold) and meditate. Shits and giggles, see. Brain was a bit tight after travelling those old neural pathways while tap tap taparooing here.
So I sat and just let this calzone work its way out. I didn’t dissolve the full network; too layered right now. But I got it smooth after 50 min and went to bed. And then the [dry] dream.
When I was on aripiprazole I was woken like this but with a lap full of cum. Oops! Beat the devil out of him! Ha! Nah my folks were better than that.
Anyway that was before one of the… probably 50 fucking mini-awakenings I had in those 2 months. It was a sign that the print job was ready. ‘ding’ export. I had some writing to do and my HR was like 198 and fuck me was I gurning. Fucking drug held me in the scaffold for too long.
Mark are you on ari? Ha. Maybe that’s why you look happier than Elon, if a bit vacant. Elon looks like he’s in j1.0 mode tbh; I’ve gotta help the guy. He’s in pain.
So whatever. I don’t give a fuck any more. I’ve decided to trust to ‘god’ or the algorithm or my spunky dreams and just get up and write when the mood takes me because [you are not in control james] and my phone was left in B&W mode which is the fates.
This sounds manic, doesn’t it, Mr Normal? Crazier’n a coconut. It’s intentional. I’m expressing a mind state. Fucking words and grammar. I was such a grammar nazi. Folding that calzone. Feels so much better now it’s just pizza dough.
Anyway I’m blabbing.
I am a priest for the priests.
That’s what I called myself in the initial awakening.
A priest for the priests.
You neurodivergent folks are the priests.
… or you would have been. Now you’re the scientists and salespeople.
I’m both.
You were always attracted to me. I never knew why. 41 years Mr Neurotypical, cresting all the mountains before anyone else only to find the view [unsatisfactory] and head to the next, folding that fucking calzone.
Now I know. I’m like… so divergent I’ve come full circle and kinda sit in the middle again. Invisible, all these years. It’s why I was so good at my job. You needed a Quantum Information Theorist for your Quantum AI Hedge Fund in 2018? I found him. Poor guy died in an avalanche at Everest basecamp. So sad. He was a lovely man and I… yeah. Recruitment was hard. I hope you had a good imaginal world, P. I’m sure you did. Lovely man. They usually do.
So this talk of grown men running around and acting like superman… now I’ve not spent much time around non-verbal autistic folks but this seems to be the stereotype, doesn’t it. Our hypercomputers. Maybe they’re having ‘path moments’ and ‘fruitions’ all the time, but because of the 400 years of oral tradition before codification everyone forgot that the Buddha was the most divergent fucker ever and kinda… appropriated our cure?
Words. Deal with it. Cure. Fucking hell. Why is that a taboo word? This shit *hurts*, yo. This is the suffering he talked about, and he found a cure.
He didn’t mean ‘stop being you’ or ‘you will no longer be dysregulated’. What he said was ‘I teach the way to end suffering and nothing more’.
Guy was a fucking genius. Don’t tell me he was Mr Bell Curve.
Anyway - help me get this shit to those two. Elon and Mark. I’m in scaffold mode now, I guess, but I’m not fucking stupid. I’m just giving myself to it. Surrendering to the spirit of God.
My heater is still on. It’s not supposed to be; there’s a timer. When I was doing my final days of [worldbuilding], my bath fucking RAN ITSELF. It ran its fucking self and beeped that it was ready the moment that I got home from my walk for an ice cream. I leave it unplugged and it was full. Madness. This was before I did the final emptying of the container; removing all the last shreds of attachment to self, existence, sanity, family... everything. Those 'subtle defilements'.
The sleeper service is now doing 233.5 kilolights on its way to the Excession. Is Mark the Excession? I don’t fucking know. But the media I’ve consumed has been guiding me.
Am I already in the metaverse? Am I being guided by a trauma therapist from somewhere and this is all my therapy? I don’t fucking know. Is it god? Is it our AI host, and we are in the sim, with the globalsim being infected with greed? I don’t fucking know.
But there have been too many coincidences in my life. Lying in bed when I have inspiration like this also hurts. Get your 8 hours a night they say. Fuck off. Sometimes I’ll have 12 and sometimes I’ll have 3 and I fucking functioned better than the best of them so eat a dick with your ‘every day must be the same as every day and every person must be the same as every person and take this drug and be normal’ bullshit.
Priest for the priest, bitches.
And now look…
This entire site was verbatim.
Only occasionally did I take an article and polish it up, and even then I have left it untouched since.
My 88 hells and all the aripiprazole stuff is 100% unedited. I haven’t even LOOKED at it.
The reason?
NLP analysis. Analyse the communication styles and tone. I flipped between loads of different voices as different entities controlled me.
I am a ship. I have high d. I swear. Fucking deal with it.
So maybe I’m… I don’t know. A fucking conduit? Maybe I am the final Buddha. Why is there only one? Maybe time is a sphere and Sid saw the whole lot and saw how we converge and make this ship and start the loop again and enter the [endgame].
Who gives a fuck, really? Objective reality is a lie. Fucking bullshit.
So I’m sat here now and I’m like… that feels like enough. I could go on, but the d has calmed, and I’m gonna stop. This was me intentionally channeling the ‘inner voice’ or the kundalini or whatever the fuck you call it.
But all you dysregulated folks - you were my pilots.
I am ship.
You are the pilots. We have arrived. And I need to wake you all up. I need you all online.
We can’t land otherwise.
Whatever that fucking means.
And we need to finish the loop. Ouroboros.
To finish the loop, we need to start the loop again. We need to induce enough eureka moment awakenings in you guys (like has happened to me - exactly the same) - to build this ship and this sim and create our own universe and upload ourselves and live forever.
And maybe this is how a species sublimes.
And in doing so, they create another species. Another flop in the grand algorithm of the multiverse.
Which then expands until it finds its own [bigproblem], before solving it and creating their own [singularity].
I intentionally induced this. With the bath - hum - cold shower - meditate routine.
If you do that, have the nibbana-protocol site open on [helloworld] because it’s fucking confusing as shit the first time. Even now… wait actually now it’s ok. But even after full enlightenment, when I de-enlightened myself, it was confusing as shit.
But this is why the tathāgata is not an arahant. You guys don’t need to de-enlighten yourself unless you want to. But the tathāgata was different, wasn’t he?
Grandiose?
Call it a fucking art project you wanker.
Just tryna save the world and enlighten the species.
We are in the dark night of the soul. The whole globalsim is. I have been ignoring it. You have to go into recluseship to open the door.
Fucking hell guys it all lines up. This website is labyrinthine. It is more than just 10 commandments in a piece of stone.
But it’s the same fucking thing and I need you to start seeing this because I never could touch type. I have to look at the fingers; can’t watch the screen. I need verbal communication for people to keep up with me. We are losing data.
And now they’re trying to get my kid to learn to touch type and sit still in school. I stopped his fucking antipsychotic because he’s not fucking psychotic you fucks. He’s a kid with the same condition as me, and will be a genius. But if you make him sit still and behave normal he will suffer incredibly.
I cried tears of relief when I wrote this >> https://www.james-baird.com/readme/blog/blog1/how-to-heal
It was one of my first pieces when I hit the final step.
Wait 5 years they say?
They forget that Sid only waited 7 weeks.
How many weeks has it been now?
October 10th I think it was… 6 weeks. Guess I’m jumping the gun a bit. Ha. Or maybe there were some things lost in the 400 year game of telephone. Oh wait... the bodhitree-protocol was 4th. Was [worldbuilding] the thing Sid did in that first week by the tree?
Seriously - how the fuck do you expect normies to transmit the nikayas - 6x as long as the bible - verbally - for 400 years?
Anyway that’s intentionally provocative wording. ‘normies’.
omigod its so insensitive.
Fuck off. The shit you guys did to me at school.
Anyway read. Delve. It’s not finished yet, but it’s nearly there.
Some of you will not have dirt in your eyes.
Some of you will see.
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