Palms are weirdly sweaty. Not had this since I was pressing slimy flesh as a recruiter. I wonder what it could be. Some kind of human interaction maybe? hahah
God those sweaty palms sucked didn’t they? Wiping them on the trousers. I guess that’s why I did all my recruitment remote. 10 years building AI companies. Best recruiter ever. No idea why. I would just get a job req and brain would go ‘zap’ and then I’d home in on the right guy.
M - you’re involved in this. When you’re ready mate.
Anyway I’m just following the fates. My body tells me where to go and what to do. You have like an inclination to the left or a sway to the right and you click around randomly with your eyes half closed and then go for a walk and then the answer falls out of thin air.
It’s really not that hard. You just have to let go.
Let go, yeah Jack? Check newthing2 from the rapid deconditioning page. You might understand now. I had plenty of oscillation after that email but you gave me the paint set in the dream and I have used it. You can be with your family now, in that Cadillac.
Frank you can make everyone drink your mental cum or whatever.
We are the conduits, basically.
The data comes from the people below and filters up, and gets compressed into us. It’s why we go haywire. It’s why we have strokes of genius. Jack your book has me in so many tingles (and even remembering it now)…. You and Daniel were the only ones to reply to my messages and at just the right time too. Perfect. Weird how that happens, ain’t it?
And then we have the theravada school, accidentally helping by saying ‘this is not stream entry because you are not wearing a silly robe this is a neurotic break’ and I’m like ‘they're the fucking same aren't they’ and then no response. Ha.
Anyway I’m super chill today. No ‘hypomania’ or anything. Just pottering. Lots of clarity about the things I realised. They are still coming, I guess, but I think they’re nearly done.
We need Elon and Mark in this. They’re also conduits, but they don’t know it because the religion of the day is money and science. It’s all the same fucking thing guys. All the same.
So I’m gonna… fix it, I guess. Until maybe, in like a million years, we all get bored with games and sex and drugs and eternally fractal improvements on happiness and excitement. If we ever get bored of that (which I can’t imagine, tbh), then someone else will be promoted and recruit us into a new network.
No sense pleasures Sid? I mean… ok. Not much of a shelf life on that one though haha.
But he did always say there was only one final Buddha. Never understood that one. It would imply that we are coming into the final phase, and maybe start a new universe on the skein of The Reality.
Who knows. It’s going to be a lot more fun than the shit we’ve got now.
I don’t control how fast this propagates.
Daniel, Frank, Jack… I need you onside. You’re my priests.
Elon and Mark, too, but they will take more time.
And a few others who you don’t know. Friends of mine.
Probably some newbies too.
I don’t know how I recruit, guys. I never did. Ask my old colleagues.
Just ‘flash’ and a stroke of genius.
But this one takes the cake, doesn’t it?
Probably wasn’t me doing it all along, eh?
Anyway my bath is ready. Time to consolidate the codebase a little.
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(stream of consiousness)