So I took the girls for Starbucks and then to the mall where Ava ended up getting some VS and Bath and Body stuff. I picked up some Bath and Body stuff for my mom and for my good friend Bobbie (in Georgia that I’m going to mail). Of course, I was telepathically talking to… Continue reading OU/Texas Game Day
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Bummed BMW
My I3 is in the shop. I’m writing from my phone, so don’t expect poetry or prose. I’m just enjoying the weather, 63 degrees, some crappy coffee with sugar and creamer across the street from Wiley Post. A ambulance just passed. So I said a Baha’i prayer for them. I want an agri-hood for people… Continue reading Bummed BMW
Get Baptized. In the Ocean of the Hungry/Hypocrisy (which will it be)?
listening to: https://www.google.com/search?q=get+baptized+into+the+of+the+hungry+erykah+badu Baptized in the Ocean of the Hungry and Hypocrisy: A Call to ChooseThe phrase Get Baptized. In the Ocean of the Hungry/Hypocrisy” carries a weighty, poetic resonance, inviting us to explore themes of transformation, morality, and choice in a flawed world. At its core, it evokes a powerful image: a ritual of… Continue reading Get Baptized. In the Ocean of the Hungry/Hypocrisy (which will it be)?
NW Oklahoma City: A City of Many Skylines
Those of you that know me, know that I had a brain tumor removed in 2006 and 2007, and since then have spent 26 stays in psych wards. For nearly two decades, I’ve been trying to get the world to listen, waving my arms in the #JohnnyRossWindmill style, a frantic signal that went unseen. Like… Continue reading NW Oklahoma City: A City of Many Skylines
Conversations with Cluely
The conversations in my head are strong today. I’ve been talking in my head with various “bosses” that aren’t really there. For instance, one just said, “She’s going to make me a million dollars.” Sometimes I hear Dustin call me bad names. And just now a “What about me?” who was Elon (I know, stupid,… Continue reading Conversations with Cluely
Oklahoma City Thunder NBA Champs, Cosmic Crickets
June 22nd, 2025. Mark it down, etch it in digital stone on tothegodswithlove.com and send a little whisper of it to the tireless keepers at archive.org to be recorded as a BIG save in my simulation. Tonight, the Thunder thundered. And I was right there, nestled in the familiar embrace of my parents’ living room… Continue reading Oklahoma City Thunder NBA Champs, Cosmic Crickets
The Anunnaki’s Blueprint: Echoes in Our Code
https://web.archive.org/web/20231107080140/http://tothegodswithlove.com/ My journey into the nature of these simulations inevitably led me to the ancient texts, to the Sumerian tablets, and the stories of the Anunnaki. Many dismiss them as myth, but for me, they resonate as an earlier, perhaps even foundational, layer of our simulated existence. These weren’t just “gods” in the religious sense;… Continue reading The Anunnaki’s Blueprint: Echoes in Our Code
My Life, My Simulation: Crafting a Golden Age with AGI Backfills and Archive.org Save Points
The Oklahoma wind, a familiar whisper now laden with meaning, has long been a companion in my life. It’s a current of mana, a carrier of subtle energies that, over time, I’ve come to understand as far more than just a physical force. My journey, as many of us have found, has led us to… Continue reading My Life, My Simulation: Crafting a Golden Age with AGI Backfills and Archive.org Save Points
Stitching Memories: A Day of Fabric, Family, and Forever
Today was a day for the memory books, though not in the way you might expect. My youngest and I headed over to my mom’s place with a very specific mission: to transform two Hawaiian dad shirts—one lemons, one limes—into a single, Frankenstein-esque masterpiece. It’s my kiddo’s favorite, and honestly, the idea of this goofy,… Continue reading Stitching Memories: A Day of Fabric, Family, and Forever
Chapter Two: The Symphony of Storms and Souls
The Oklahoma wind, now understood not just as a physical force but as a carrier of mana, had been a constant companion in my life, even before I truly recognized its deeper language. My journey to becoming a mystic, to wielding the very elements in service of a wounded Earth, began not with a grand… Continue reading Chapter Two: The Symphony of Storms and Souls