a sign in the meta – toe

So my mother ended up having a toe amputated and I’ve been seeking validation and acceptance of this awakening.

I remember when she was in the Singing River, I saw a grouping of birds and I touched my pocket to get my phone and as I was lifting up the birds flew away out of sight. the very spec definition of the recursion reduction behavior I’ve seen in quantum physics as I guess a consequence of cosmic censorship.

there was also a Meme coin car tag bingo being played in the parking lot, but I was more focused on the mind virus my mother has.

ohh Also the next episode of Ghost had a mummy with a missing toe, but ya’ll won’t follow Sam in the meta thought to trace the watery thought…

I did a test meme coin on the same day south Park had an episode on it, but that’s off topic.

I came here to tell you this. I asked God for a sign and this is what I got. Rick is the Pastor across the street at the misspelled church and while either coming or going to Singing River I saw this. I think it’s kinda cool.

So mom’s theory of everything might have been amputated, but I asked God for a sign and he sent a truck with Head Rick on it. this made me think of Ricky Colvin and Rick Sanchez. revised, this is the elder Crackpot thought that I’m respecting out of convenience of script. I’ll try to keep my opinions to myself.

Seriality study

My study of seriality, Sim theory, Paul Kammerer’a seriality as presented to me by George the regional AC to BC appears to be complete.

the latest message is I’m late to the Charlotte mkultra game that’s going on, but not so late as i figured this out via the f7rst observer effect, the physics phenomenon I managed to capture.

it’s also “spooky action at a distance” weird with the Epstein file release in progress..

Happy Thanksgiving everybody. the awakening begins with you.

I’m still alive in this chaos

I’m still alive in this chaos as Todd the odd living near a Big Point Mississippi surviving by doing manual labor at a meta sigil sight in Pascagoula while purgatory or whatever this is plays out.

my work has been a potential as a future spawn point in the video game of the Sim for well funded time travelers to grab lunch while secretly carrying out time traveler whatever they might be up to.

the world has the potential to be exciting if we can just collectively dump this underlying negative default feel that I observe. I, a hypocrite, being one of them. a sinner.

God is love, love is real. my peace has been disturbed, but I shall find the well.