Listening to: Sia – Cheap thrills
The boundaries between the internal narrative and the physical Oklahoma grid feel paper-thin today. A few nights ago, Haze and her friend sat down to sort through a massive pile of copper—organizing reality by Mint and Decade. A localized restructuring of history, coin by coin. Today, the simulation required a physical manifestation to anchor it: masking tape and Sharpies from Walgreens to label the rolls. [1]
But running errands in the OKC metro is never just a simple task; it’s a walk through previous save points of the simulation. [1, 2]
While entering Walgreens I locked eyes with the owner of Splurge/Baskets with Love. Instant energetic shift. We have a heavy, complicated “crazy” history that instantly blocks my frequencies from feeling friendly or confident. For years, I had this vivid dream of running a booth inside his shop but my past mental health struggles and ungrounded “crazies” got in the way. It’s hard seeing a physical manifestation of a timeline you missed out on. Maybe someday the stars will align, the frequencies will match, and the code will rewrite itself. [1]
But the creative mana is shifting into a higher gear regardless. The blueprint for what’s next is already running in the background: [1, 2]
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- The Traditions Grid: I want to step into Traditions with KC and the staff to manifest custom leather goods.
- The Alchemical Dice Bags: I am picturing crafting leather dice bags, filling them with Haze’s sorted pennies, and adding unique physical fragments and trinkets harvested from places like Sawyer’s Salvage, the Feathered Nest and Edens Antique Emporium.
- Bethany Mythologies: The voices are quieter now, but the maps remain. I need to make more comic books and coloring books detailing my delusions and psychically deployed realities across the OKC metro—but primarily anchoring the narrative right here in Bethany. [1, 2]
Speaking of old code, I am officially hitting “delete” on a major delusion. I am kicking it to the curb.
For a long time, I wanted to drill physical holes straight through my entire penny collection to turn them into “Holy Abraham Lincolns.” An intense, literal manifestation of the sacred geometry I was processing. But I’ve decided against destroying the whole collection. It’s too dark. It’s really not that funny, punny as it is. The timeline doesn’t need that. Maybe we’ll do something with the ones we don’t need for a collection.