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.