Today: 1/8/23

I was questioned. I was debriefed. They said I was eligible. I followed instructions. I waited as told. We met. The words were said. The intention was set. I did as I was instructed. I listened to the sounds. I read the words. Ego death was on its countdown.

I took the pill chased by cider. Went back to my imaginary world, but as a nomad. Time could not stand. I sorted through the recommended music. After weeks of curating, it would not do.

Amadaeus. Yes. The Red Violin. Yes, please!,

Wait. What?

Russian Doll. Vol 1 & 2. Yes. Yes. Yes! The Universe found me and caught me with my guard down. It was all here and the winnings were piling up. Pippin. Magic to do. No time at all. My corner of the sky. Fosse pop! Hand snap!

I was very motivated by what I had seen and felt. It was not an intention of avarice or greed but of desperation to find the solution to the mystery of me. I went to bed and slept and dreamed and awoke wanting the progress to continue.