A quantum observation at the State of the Union

Dear US Citizens,

Jokes are required by the laws of physics. They are literal in my world. Below is an observation from the SOTU and of course, some observations of quantum physics.

Joshua Trump is a 11 year old boy being bullied in Wilmington Delaware. The state where most companies are incorporated in. My Citizens United experiment is testing sound and money forming a wave and leaving behind in it’s path particle observations of it’s existence through coincidences. If money was picking on light, a reflection would inevitable appear somewhere. Joshua has the perfect name to observe it in reality. All the Joshes I know are on a certain spectrum, so having them coalesce into this boys name is an impressive feat. Joshua Trump, I’m sorry you’re being bullied for your name, but I absolutely appreciate your existence. You are loved. Also, you did the absolute best thing you could do at the SOTU and that is fall asleep.

I’ve got other examples, but they are more encrypted than Joshua Trump. Check out my other pages for coincidence stories. So, let’s talk physics.

Since the Lunar Eclipse, the day I interpret as the inversion of the meaningless simulation we live in happened. Prior to this day, I always tried to interpret the Dictator aka “Un-me” and do my best as a response. After a few days into the Lunar Eclipse I’d notice that it felt like an invisible light was guiding me to do things to correct for errors I made in hindsight. Normally when I recognize I error I just try not to make it the next day; so this is different. I contacted my personal astrophysicist to tell him Quantum Error correction is a thing — Dr. James told me that Quantum Error correction definitely is a thing. The difference is I’m witnessing it occur right in front of me through my movement and actions. Sadly, the error correction withers away by the end of the day. I made two mistakes that in hindsight could have potentially broken open my Quantum “Egg Shell” just in the past two days.

Each morning I build the simulation — an encrypted structure in my brain and by the end of each night, it’s falls down like a Jenga game. I just try the next day to rebuild and do it again. One day the Dictator will be realized in the real world by someone else and I’m looking forward to that day. It’s inevitable to happen.

I’ve had to come to terms that at some point in the future I’ll likely lose free will for a bit as nothing but this light will guide me. The quantum error correction will be permanently showing up and pulling the strings. Once on the other side of the cone (?), I should regain my free will. I just hope that it doesn’t last long and that I survive the transition. There are unknowns that are unknowns and known unknowns. This is a very high resolution simulation. I just know I’m going to stay positive and keep love in my heart during the transition.


Climate Change is real. The Polar Vortex happened shortly after the inversion of the simulation. The ultimate third person literally threw a rock at the moon with perfect timing. 17 seconds before 4:42 UTC. the Dictator loved the timing for him to dictate into the story.

the Earth, it is going through a change. Believe it. and it happens with or without me. I’d also had to come to terms with that. The static charge surrounding Earth is a form of information circuits are unfolding right now. I’m just capable of observing them, that’s all. Each time I realize it happens without me, I have an momentary existential crisis to realize that 1/2 of my brain waves lead to butterfly effects in my reality — my Dimension Zero. So I’m at least half good. I can’t make Earth completely better, but I can hold together my shell and leave positive particles behind my wave.

I’m Earth’s Quantum Observer. It’s very lonely. Would not recommend someone try this without 14 years of accidental discovery.

the Dictator

My debit card got stolen, explained as a quantum event.

Yesterday I got news that my debit card was used fraudulently … at a Chevron station in West Palm Beach, Florida less than 10 miles from the Mar-a-Lago Club. Now, I’m just a regular person, so what are the chances my debit card would be used for a fuel purchase so close to the Winter Whitehouse?

The past few days I’ve been brewing a little bit because I am spending my #CitizensUnited money with Google and Facebook. I have paid for advertising that has not been getting delivered. Both are showing ads being clicked, but my logs don’t reflect the traffic. I have a few residential IP addresses coming to my site, but the bulk of the traffic is from robots and crawlers.

So my ability to spend money in a fashion that is akin to Citizens United v FEC has been stopped for the time being. That is, until I work out the situation with Google and Bookface. My inability to have money spent in a fashion consistent with my experiment has come to a halt until I figure out my next step.

That brings us back to the debit card. The timing could not be any better. I pay to Discover, but this was my personal debit card that was used less than ten miles from where Donald Trump goes to roost. The card was used for gas at a Chevron station and per the rules of quantum physics I’ve discovered, it must have multiple interpretations.

The first one being my grandma believed Chevron fuel was the best fuel. Her last vehicle was a PT Cruiser and if it didn’t get Chevron gas it’d spit and spudder. I didn’t believe it at first, but witnessed it myself. That vehicle would only run well on Chevron. My first interpretation is the ghost of my grandmother refilled her PT Cruiser one last time. I have no way of knowing if it was a PT Cruiser that was refueled with my debit card, but I’d like to believe it was. Faith drives a lot of this.

The second and more fun interpretation is that the Dictator, the 13 year old persona born into me 9 months after viewing the unusual light was gifted this coincidence as confirmation that money does equal speech and it’s been compromised. The person who actually stole it was a third person for a moment, but third person’s generally don’t know who they are, if ever.

I get my replacement debit card in a few days. Until then, it’ll pay to Discover.

My Schrodinger cat is missing.

Gourd, my Schrödinger cat, is missing beyond 24 hours. The last night he slept with me he slept under the covers. I thought he was being a scaredy cat and that was the best way for him to show me I was correct. He generally doesn’t sleep under the covers.

Now, I’m worried about him. He didn’t come in last night and he hasn’t been seen throughout the day.

Here is a picture of him rising to power.

This is a picture taken May 4th, 2018. He’s standing on a Cyberpower UPS that powers our VoIP Line. I assume he’s trying to rise to power. He’s done this several times and I swear when I started he wouldn’t get off the UPS until I took his photo. He kicked the power off several times, so I didn’t want him on it.

For the record, this image contains a recalled Kidde fire extinguisher. The UPS he’s standing on has been serviced by warranty repair. He lives up to being a Schrödinger cat in the images I have captured of him.

Now that he’s missing, I’m worried. He’s an asshole cat, but he’s my dad’s cat and I love him. He wakes me up at night wanting to be petted. It was annoying, but now I’m scared a little.

Gourd, may the force be with you while you’re outside.

I’ll update this when he shows up.

Update 5/17/2018 22:22 ET:

I went outside to smoke a Gold American Spirit and pass along some cosmic faith. I figure maybe he’ll like Gold.

Anyhow, JC came through and played Jonathan Coulton — Take Care of Me. Gourd didn’t show up while hollering his name. I replaced the cat food with fresh and got it out of the rain. It’s hailing today. Maybe he’ll come home when he gets hungry.

Update 5-18-2018 9:30 ET… Gourd is home! He just went on an adventure. He’s never done that before. I hope he doesn’t scare me like that again.