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Captain’s Log Stardate 12.25.2014.1227

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April 17, 2020 – I don’t actually think Neil Gaiman manipulates people, but I mock him because he’s such a pop tart. 

Thought of money (I’m having a bit of a crisis today, accidentally paid American Express 880 dollars instead of the 300 I intended), thought of having some, then I’ll be like Neil Gaiman, manipulating people all day.

There was a choice I had with Jody.  The Earthers had polluted the very idea of love and loyalty.  We were talking about this in a classroom.  I am reminded of a phantasm several years old, of a young Angelina Jolie in the same classroom.  However, I am also reminded of St. Augustine’s visions.

Thinking of how [a former landlord] shorted me $100 dollars.  It doesn’t matter.  I hear my grandfather say “It don’t matter”.  Why sit through this river of trivial shit?  I want an answer from Saint Germain and I don’t want this same evasive faggot “look within” crap about how my soul chose this.

I’m trying to decide whether to do the Lucky Hoodoo circle.  Compiling Enochian words for the Nuunar causes me to think about objectives “scorpion unto eagle”.

Philosopher’s stone.

Captain’s Log Stardate 12.25.2014.1045

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4/17/2020 – Obviously, I’m quite jealous of Neil Gaiman, the only entertainer I still wish I could be instead of myself.

A return to the Kingdom of Dreams.  I’m feeling more like myself.  I’m still having terrible rants against St. Germain, more vicious every day.

I was looking at the Museum of Contemporary art website, contemplating tickets for the David Bowie exhibit, and I saw that Neil the Special Faggot is back, reading a story on the last night of the exhibit.  Perhaps I should get tickets for one in the afternoon and then wait at the door for the last-minute entry.  I was looking at the picture of him and thinking about all these fantasies I have about Ravenclaw, Helena and Tim.  How strange they are.

I think they can disappear, though.  The dark cloud can go.  I could try to get control of my finances again.  I’ve moved my Log to this blog.  The magic is all on me now.  A brief image of [someone I used to know who channeled a version of Alice Cooper from another dimension].  Yes they were really doing magic.  An end to the story?

A scene of myself and Jody in High School.  As I write this a presence comes down to me.