Bientôt six mois que je n'ai pas composé de nouvelle entrée de ce journal accompagnant ma démarche sous Linux et un ThinkPad T480 (ou T470s). La raison est asez simple, je ne les avais pas réutilisés.

Ce soir, j'y reviens pour mettre à jour ma configuration. Cela prend évidement un peu de temps.

Pourquoi y revenir ? Parce que cela reste une question d'actualité d'être le plus possible coupé des GAFAM et développer une activité la plus débranchée possible des réseaux.

L'écoystème d'Apple est très performant. Clairement.

Du côté de mon MacBook Air, il est possible d'entrer dans cette démarche. En tout cas jusqu'à un certain point. Cela explique aussi le fait que je n'ai pas utilisé mon ThinkPad durant cette période.

Ma recette est la suivante: 1° Ne pas connecter son mac à un compte Apple et notamment son Apple Store 2° Se protéger avec des solutions telles que Proton pour son mail, ses mots de passe, son VPN notamment 3° Recourir le plus possible à des solutions OpenSource. La principale est pour moi LibreOffice. 4° Se connecter parcimonieusement aux réseaux et utiliser son ordinateur hors ligne. Voir favoriser l'écriture manuscrite dans des carnets. 5° Frugalité : préférer la lecture d'un livre papier ou de la lecture de musique sur son iPod ou équivalent au visionnement de vidéos YouTube ou l'écoute en streaming (Spotify). 6° Faire des photos avec un appareil photo et non son smartphone. 7° Bouger avec ses pieds.

Tags : #AuCafé #Linux #ThinkPad #ŧ480 #t470s #Apple #MacBookNeon #MacBook

Many in the alternative news talk about puppet politicians and that there are masters pulling the strings to these politicians. They usually can point to where the campaign money comes from as at least one source of influence (the masters); this is often lobby groups and corporate donors. Some people can dig further into deeper conspiracies of the past, and that often is following the money or personal letters. It is difficult to pinpoint “who is at the top.” I like the ‘Pyramid of Power’ series by Derrick Broze talking on the subject. Many don’t think there is any one group a the top it’s just a mess of power hungry people and groups vying for power – which is a very reasonable conclusion. I believe at the very center of the “circles of intrigue” or top of the pyramid of worldly power is Lucifer. But in the physical realm I couldn’t tell you. Some people think they’ve figured that out. I’d imagine that many of those more extremely wealthy obscure figures pointed at are at least closer to the inner circle’s mouth and ears than the more commonly known politicians and corporate CEO’s in the daily news. James Corbett frames it as “what is at the top of the pyramid” which to me is a better way of thinking about it. It is an ideology more than an individual. links below to listen to his words on the idea.

I personally think there is a very tight and small central power which likely has multiple groups represented in this. Something like a round table group. I cannot tell you who it is, it just fits very well in all that I’ve read on this stuff. I don’t think they want to be known, because what they do would get them killed if the public knew clearly what they have been doing and are doing and are planning for humanity. If you think this a possibility there are fun books and documentaries to watch to get a glimpse of it all. But let’s just pretend that I’m close to reality here. I’ll give suggested resources at the bottom if you want to dig further on your own.

Just for argument’s sake let’s pretend that there is at least very powerful influence that has connection to nearly all government. A force that is behind major decisions made by Russia, China, the USA, NATO, the EU, the UK, Brazil, Venezuela, and just about any other nation. What if these influences are in collaboration with each nation and major organization individually and have a plan. I do not mean to suggest that every single thing they want to accomplish is easy or that it goes their way every time – but they have back up plans to help move in the direction they desire either way – they fund all sides. These nations have some autonomy and most of the leaders are “in the dark,” meaning they don’t know the plan (maybe portions of it); they cannot connect all the dots – they just follow marching orders if they want to stay in their position of puppet with some powers. And those at the top are cautious when giving marching orders so they can keep their puppets in the dark.

So let’s move on here to the point I want to get to. What I’m seeing in world events is a well orchestrated dismantling of the west. It looks very much like the war in Russia and Iran is a way to ramp up in preparing to topple the west. China and others are watching, gathering intel, being given information, and preparing by building weapon systems to counter what the west uses. Russia is in full operation in figuring out how to beat NATO and US weapon systems. They are getting better every month at beating the west. NATO and the USA are not really preparing, and I believe this is intentional. The west is dumping insane amounts of money into obsolete and nearly obsolete weapons and weapon systems. If they were preparing to actually win, it would look more like what Russia, China, Iran, and others are doing. Ramping up on new systems, and new ways of warfare – because warfare has changed. The west is almost acting like the French in WWI throwing calvary at machine gun fire. Or lining up in rows with muskets to fight people hiding behind trees in the American revolutionary war. Warfare has changed and the west is acting as if they are still in the 20th century with only slight modifications. The main things they are dumping money into that is anything new is for what comes after the collapse. A technocratic society with a massive ai surveillance state with ai replacing many or even most people. Then the “useless eaters,” as they are so compassionately called, can be killed off or coddled to their grave in a fairly pointless existence.

If this is coordinated behind the scenes or not, it is going forward so far on a path that will likely lead to the fall of the USA and the west with it. The way things have been with the USA taking charge of the world building up after WWII is coming to an end. If they cannot adapt they will lose. And what will happen in the aftermath? I’d imagine it is moving towards a multi-polar new world order (MPNWO) with a technocratic backbone. That seems to me the goal, the aim, and what has been happening. The Covid-19 thing shined a light on this. The entire world was in lock-step through that. Digital ID and digital currency is also shining a light on this. Russia, China, Australia, Iran, the Philippines, the USA, the EU, just about everyone is doing the same thing or at least trying to. The ones furthest behind are just poor rural areas that aren’t connected. This is why one of the things regurgitated by many world leaders saying the biggest problems they saw through Covid-19 was that too many people were not connected to the internet and that digital ID will help with future pandemics. Reading between the lines the reason for this is that the internet helps program the people and unify the world towards the solutions and agenda those in power desire – it corrals the herd for the aimed outcome. The digital ID helps keep track of the results and find the resistance or those that are not in compliance.

The west has too much history rich in individual liberty. Even if most of it has degraded it’s still there in the minds and history. So I don’t think those in power want that to spread. They would rather the more clearly authoritarian regimes take a higher role as the MPNWO comes into fruition.

It looks to me like we are in WWIII and it will likely get worse, it’s still early on. By the end, it is going to become extremely clear that the USA and the west have been dethroned. The world over will see clearly that the west cannot continue with their economic dominance, leadership dominance, strategic dominance, or dominance through military strength. If people cannot see it early enough it will likely lead to a full scale war which will go long enough to make that abundantly clear. I hope it does not come to that but that’s that path it looks like we are on.

An economic collapse of the west seems the most likely major move before the potential full escalation of war. This will cause further struggles for the west to cope with the pressures of adapting to a new kind of warfare. It could go in reverse so they can blame the collapse on war or a sort of teetering back and forth to balance the blames, we shall see. But I do think we will see it. It cannot go on like this, unsustainable systems are coming to an end. So those in control will steer these problems into their desired outcome.

I’m just trying to give a warning. Prepare as best you can for this change that is taking place. It seems very unlikely things will go back to the way it was. ‘The Great Reset’ is continuing, something the WEF (world economic forum) loves to talk about. It will become more challenging to resist. I do not condone violent resistance at all. I am a pacifist on the violent side of things but I do encourage non-violent resistance. However I do fully condone civil disobedience and to just say “No” to false authorities mandating compliance to things that you do not agree with morally, ethically, religiously, spiritually, or just because your conscience strongly disagrees. Reject digital ID systems, reject digital currency, decrease your dependencies of imports if you have issues with it. Labor on food production, learn how to fix things, learn how to build things if you see solutions in such actions. The quality of life in western nations may drastically decrease soon enough. In an economic collapse your net worth may plummet to close to nothing. There is a plan set up to take much of the assets out there to force people to “own nothing” and they promise you will “be happy.” That is one of the predictions the WEF has put out “you will own nothing and be happy.” So how will that happen? One part of that is laid out in the book and documentary “The Great Taking.” Most of the younger people are already prepared for this. Many cannot afford homes, new cars, don’t use cash, don’t have much, can’t find jobs, and more. Also through suggestive programming in media and education. I think most resistance will come from 40+ year olds and I doubt it will be too fierce. Most people will fold under pressure and say “what else can I do?” Because most people don’t labor on solutions, they do what they are told. And those who resist will likely comply if they loose their assets and cannot feed themselves. Hunger is a great tool to force change. Lack of funds also is a great persuader. “Just get digital ID and we can turn some of your frozen assets that the bank took into digital currency.” UBI (universal basic income) could also be an easy way to hook everyone into a new system. If jobs get worse off, economy collapses, war starts touching home, these will be strong motivators to submit into a new order. So how will people be happy? I dunno, my guess is the illusion of happiness through medication, UBI, smart cities, maybe free housing in those smart cities…

If the west was preparing to actually win these conflicts they wouldn’t be acting the way they are. They are either ridiculously retarded, or following marching orders from something outside national government. A strategic dismantling of the west is what it looks like. Those in control behind the scenes look like they do not want to take any chances. It’s a slow methodical controlled demolition.

Get prepared if you want to peacefully resist. Prepare mentally especially, where is the line you will not pass? What are your convictions that you would die for? Notice I don’t say kill for, peaceful non-resistance can lead to losing your life. What would you die for? I think it’s important to think about these things, without forethought you likely will fall in line to whatever you are told to do. It might be very slow or ramp up very quickly – time will tell. Things are hanging from a thread. One strategic snipping of one thread could drop the cluster of bombs looming overhead. I’d be extremely shocked if things go back, we are on a one way train – it’s going to get ugly. Some might even love the aftermath – but that peace and freedom propped up to greet the world in the aftermath are illusions created to keep the subjects (prisoners and slaves) complacent. It wouldn’t be surprising to me at all if it goes very slowly with as little pain as possible. This can give time for the older people who would be most reluctant to comply to die off. Just keep preparing the youth and merge relatively gently into this new order. Fear of pain is more effective than literal pain. So people can continually say to themselves “at least this or that didn’t happen…” And slowly be manipulated exactly where those controllers desired humanity to be driven to.

I hope I’m wrong, and I hope true liberty and peace are headed our way. Maybe, that would be great. But things often get a lot worse before they get better. And sometimes that better is where those in control manipulated everyone to be. Just because it’s better does not mean it is good. So long as there is a retention of freedom of religion and expression on the other side, I might be well enough off – hopefully you are too.

Additional resources:

https://thepyramidofpower.net/

https://corbettreport.com/whos-at-the-top/

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/214715.Brotherhood_of_Darkness

Iran and Russian war analysis:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/GMH507KMTnQP

https://www.bitchute.com/video/JjGoqCfyxZEB

Wednesday's MLB Game of Choice.

Tonight my Texas Rangers will again host the New York Mets at Globe Life Field in Arlington, TX, in a game scheduled to start at 7:05 PM CDT. This will be the second game in a 3-game series the two teams are playing. As usual I'll be following the game's scores and stats in real time via MLB's Gameday Service where we can also find links to the radio-call of the game provided by announcers of either team we choose.

And the adventure continues.

Here’s a copy of the letter I sent to Maura Healey, Michelle Wu, and my state senator and state rep. We are in for a deadly winter in New England if our state and local governments don’t start planning for an entirely foreseeable crisis.

I’m writing with an urgent concern for the upcoming winter. As I write this, the average price of heating oil among the companies I’ve checked is between $5.50 and $5.75 per gallon. This is about $1.50 more per gallon than I’ve ever seen before.

I’m aware that the price hikes are tied to the war in Iran, which is not a local issue. What is a local issue, though, is that these prices will almost certainly result in deaths this winter.

That may sound hyperbolic, but I don’t believe it is. Many people in old homes, especially those on fixed incomes, cannot come up with an extra $300 every time they have to refill their oil tank. I’m afraid that people will either freeze in their homes or die when space heaters start fires or perhaps from carbon monoxide poisoning from trying to start a fire in a long-disused and possibly-unsafe fireplace.

As I said, I know nobody at the local level is to blame for this situation. But we now find ourselves in a situation where our neighbors are at risk of dying this winter, and I believe we have a responsibility to prevent that outcome.

I don’t have a specific policy recommendation, but I would really like to see our elected officials talking about this and making plans before this entirely foreseeable emergency unfolds. I’m certainly hoping for a mild winter, but we need to be doing more.

Thanks for your attention to this critically important matter.

The New Yorker’ın kurgu editörü Deborah Treisman’ın derlediği kitaptan ikinci seçimim William Maxwell’in “Love” adlı hikâyesi. Sevginin en masum hali, bir öğrencinin gözünden okuyucunun kalbine dokunur ve seçilebilecek en yalın sözcüklerle karşımızda durur.

Love- William Maxwell (1983)

Tahtada bir ad belirir —Palmer metoduyla— yazılmış bir isim: Miss Vera Brown. Bir öğrencinin ağzından dökülüyorsa en sevilendir, en mutlu edendir. Anlatıcımız, bir öğrenci, beşinci sınıfın öğretmenini “hercai bir menekşeye” benzetiyor. Ah, bu çiçekler, her hikâyedeler.

Öğretmeniyse, sınıfı Alvin ve Sincaplar’a. Eski bir çizgi film (1983) olduğunu anlıyoruz ve bir metinden bir kültüre ait yeni şeyler öğreniyoruz. İşte gerçek zenginlik.

Öğretmen, sınıfa her döndüğünde masasında öğrencilerin bırakmış olduğu türlü nesnelerle karşılaşır. Bu bazen büyük bir elma, su matarasına yapıştırılmış bir yıldız çiçeği ve çiçeklerle süslenmiş bir kutu. Anlatıcımız söylememesine rağmen birçoğunu hayal edebiliyoruz; notlar, çizimler, kalpler ve süslü çıkartmalar…

Yazarımız William Maxwell’in başlıkta kastettiği “sevgi” işte tam burada ama sözcüklerle değil (eylemlerle) açığa çıkıyor. İznin olur mu Maxwell, hikâyenin adını “Sevgi Dili” diye değiştirsek?

İlerleyen satırlarda öğretmen, yönetmeni D. W. Griffith olan Hearts of the World (Dünyanın Kalpleri) filmine öğrencileriyle birlikte gider. Mekânı okul (sınıf) olan bir hikâyede, yazar niye bu filme referans veriyor olabilir? Hikâyeden yine bir şeyler öğreniyoruz. O da filmin, 1918 tarihli bir savaş-dram karışımı bir propaganda filmi olduğuna dair “izlemeden edindiğimiz” bir bilgi.

Ertesi gün öğrenciler, “asıl” öğretmenin masasında oturan “vekil öğretmeni” görür. Günler geçip gider; öğrenciler, öğretmenini özlemiştir ve hiçbir şey konuşulmamıştır. Bu duygu “vekil öğretmen” için de çok zorlayıcıdır. Bir pazartesi sabahı, öğretmen zorlanarak, “Miss Brown’un hasta olduğunu ve dönem sonuna kadar gelemeyeceğini” tüm sınıfa söyler.

Anlatıcımızın ağzından şu sözler dökülür:

“We meant to have her four our teacher forever. We intended to pass right up through the sixth, seventh, and eighth grades and on into high school taking her with us.” (353)

Maxwell bu dili çok masum ve bilindik bir yerden kurar. Aynı sınıftaki arkadaşı Benny’nin ailesinin yardımıyla adresini bulurlar. Bir yabancının (yaşlı bir kadın) yönlendirmesi sonucunda onu gördüklerinde, Miss Brown’un sanki “onları tanımadığı hissine” kapılırlar. “Flick recognition” dediği sahnede anlatıcı şu sözlerle karşımızdadır:

“She managed a flicker of recognition but I was struck dumb by the fact that she didn’t seem glad to see us. She didn’t belong to us anymore. She belonged to her ilnesses.” (354)

Arkadaşı Benny, soğuk bir tonla, “Umarım en yakın zamanda iyileşirsiniz,” der. Bir hafta sonra, Lincoln Evening Courier gazetesinden, “23 yaşındaki Miss Brown’un veremden vefat ettiğini” öğrenirler.

Ve hikâyenin kapanışı, bir çocuğun dünyasındaki “mezarlık” betimlemesiyle biter. Bu betimlemede mezar taşları vardır: “Sevgi dolu hatırasına” diyerek örnek verdiği: “In loving memory of, infant daughter of, beloved wife of” olarak çoğalan taşlar…

O taşlar arasında, o gün kapıyı açan yabancının, öğretmenine sadakati bir çocuk gözüyle gözlemlenmiştir ve öğretmenin anısına yaşatılan bir çiçeğin özeninde; hatırladıklarını kolay kolay unutmaz.

Bahsi geçen eserler:

A CENTURY OF FICTION IN THE NEW YORKER 1925-2025 EDITED BY DEBORAH TREISMAN. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2025.

Görselde kullanılan fotoğraf Barbara Burkhardt’ın William Maxwell, A Literary Life adlı kitabın kapak görseli, yayıncısı: Illinois Üniversitesi Yayınları.

There was sunlight today, gods be thanked!

And look, I did one unit of work, listening to music. Teleconferencing.

Drinking coffee

And somewhere around me, life is going on chaotically.

And even as I try my best, chaos has got a strong hold here, it’s a constant struggle to bring order

And I have got my head full of chaos too

And there’s just the endless struggle to bring order everywhere,

a task which is doomed to fail.

but it could be, that which looks like chaos, on closer inspection is in perfect order, like

The ants

#poetry

I oscillate regularly from one extreme to the next, there is no in between. Whether it lasts for a few hours or a few days, even a few weeks, my optimistic outlook shatters in an instant. Was it because my clothes were too tight, which made me feel disgusting and re-triggered my body dysmorphia? Or was it due to the overstimulation of the world, or understimulation of mundane work activities? It could be a combination of everything, which is what I tend to subscribe to. All these factors mixed together leads to my breaking points, which are inevitable. Though I understand the inevitability of mood swings, I loathe them with every fiber of my existence. I become disappointed, disillusioned to the point I can see nothing but negativity in front of me. Woe is me, blackness and doom I have succumbed to. There are two versions of me akin to Jekyll and Hyde. They fight with each other for control over my personality. Who will take over and prevail for long enough to color my experiences? One is kindhearted, compassionate and understanding. The other repeats nothing but expletives and death wishes. I suppose there is the third version, which is my higher self witnessing it all happen in real time, calmly longing for resolution she knows will come sooner or later because this oscillation is ingrained and predictable. She patiently waits for the two to cease fighting. She is always ready to pick up where we left off: motivated, inspired, intuitively caring for me through stasis. How do I return to her? The only way is through. I have only ever seen the journey through the highs and the lows. There is no stopping. I have seen the return to myself time after time, yet my ego demands and directs my attention on the turmoil. I wish I could turn it off, this oscillating ebb and flow of emotions. If there was an off switch though, I doubt I'd use it. I wouldn't learn very much about myself if I played the good girl all the time. There is no light without darkness. So I play in the dark precariously and somehow... I make it out every single time. I am never the same, and I wouldn't want to be either. The change is deliciously uncomfortable and I wear it on my sleeve.

(for Tania, Goldie, Jack, Georgia, and Grey) – may you rest

Sedative Ketamine Rainbow

My dogs, my loves, my deers

These were your last memories, and I could only think to pick up shards of glass as you laid in urine.

Hardly the time.

I know how to clean like Glenn Gould plays the piano or how Howard Hughes knows germs.

I wish I had kept the stains, kept the beds. I wish I had made daisies of your golden deaths.

#poetry

(revised from the chapbook Ghostpins, 2019)

I must be completely mad.

I've spent the better part of September creating what has amounted to a 40-page document that details builds and things that need getting made to get the home studio in order.

Why am I like this?

#journal #studio #cairo

Retour au post de guet, la fenêtre d’un studio loué dans une minicité (chambre-salon, cuisinette, douche-WC) ou [soi se tenant dans le fond du couloir] l’embrasure commune de la porte d’entrée. On piste du regard et de l’ouïe, non l’entièreté physique de la ville immense, inembrassable d’un coup, mais sa nuit, le trou de la ville-nuit, en quoi ‒ ou plutôt qui ‒ défilent, pareils aux nuages dans la troposphère, le questionnement [de soi], tel épisode de fantasmes que l’on tourne en séries, la marge équivoque des songes, une poussée de confiance ou de désespoir, et surtout l’image de la ville, qui voile son inconnu.

[Soi devant cette image mouvante.]

#Fenêtresurville #Didascalies

 

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Photo “deep forest 2” by the-photon-trap is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

too much tech is like escapism for our underlying human issues.

Somebody at church Wednesday night told me something I wrote on Facebook was labeled AI-created. Or AI-influenced. Or AI-something or another.

I laughed.

“Well, I use SpeakApp.”

And yes, apparently there’s some AI under the hood. I didn’t even realize that when I started using it.

I just knew the thing was useful.

I talk.

It listens.

Then it hands my words back to me.

That’s it.

I originally started using it because I’m a preacher and a hospice chaplain. Sometimes I need to remember exactly what was said. Sometimes the conversation is serious. Very serious. Sometimes I’m trying to determine whether somebody might hurt themselves:

“Do you intend self-harm? Do you have a plan, a tool, a device that could remove you from us or your pain?”

Words matter in those rooms.

So I started recording my thoughts and conversations when appropriate, then going back through them.

But somewhere along the road, I discovered something else.

I could write while driving.

Not typing.

Not staring at a screen.

Talking.

Like I’m doing right now.

SpeakApp is recording every word.

Later, I’ll go through it. Clean it up. Cut the fat. Straighten the crooked sentences. Make it sound like me.

I know exactly how I like to write. I love the voice of Pulp fiction. Noir.

Short sentences. Hard stops. A little thunder dripping off the edges.

Remember Mickey Spillane? That old noir style?

Somebody once asked me what pulp fiction writing sounded like. Years ago, before I started going to church, I used to give them this ridiculous example:

“She walked into my office. She was hot. Hotter than hot. She went through men like most men go through cigarettes.”

People laughed. They were supposed to. It was over the top. That was the point.

I wouldn’t write something like that today–too worldly. But I use it as a fairly good example of the writing style that I am most familiar with, the one that captures my “writing voice” and forges it into a hammer of vengeance when the need to make a point is paramount.

Pulp fiction writing isn’t trying to win a literary prize. It moves. Fast.

“He came through the door asking questions. I answered with my right hand. He wouldn’t be asking another one for a while.”

Swing the sledgehammer. Bang. Move on.

Bruce Willis could do that kind of thing on Moonlighting. Quick. Sharp. No wasted motion.

And frankly, I think that kind of writing works today because people’s attention spans aren’t exactly getting longer–thank you, X (the social media platform formerly known as Twitter).

So here I am. Driving down the road. I just dropped Vinnie off after chemo. I’ve already been doing chaplain work.

Now I’ve got to get home, grab my stuff, put on my little suit—the one that works for preaching and chaplain work—and head back out for a big meeting.

And through all of it, I’m talking. Capturing thoughts while they’re still warm. Before they disappear. Hands on the wheel. Voice in the App.

Because that’s the strange thing about writing. Every writer eventually develops what they call their “writer’s voice.”

You can study writing. Get an MFA. Get a PhD. Sit in classrooms and discuss “writer’s voice” until the coffee gets cold.

But this? This is literally my voice. My actual voice. Coming out of my mouth while I’m driving down the highway at 65 mph.

Then I take that spoken voice and hammer it into my writing voice. Cut a word here. Move a sentence there. Drop another one. Let a little pulp-fiction thunder drip down the page.

And then I post it.

So now I’m curious. What will Facebook call this?

AI-created? AI-assisted? AI-influenced? AI-derived?

Who knows? Who cares?

The thoughts are mine. The stories are mine. The experiences are mine. The voice coming through the microphone is mine. The machine just helps me catch it before it gets away.

And because of the voice recording, I’m writing more than I have in years. That matters to me.

Because I’m not sitting behind a keyboard trying to remember what I was thinking three hours ago. I’m catching the thought while it still has blood pumping through it.

I talk. I hit the red button. SpeakApp cleans up the dead air, the “uhs,” the pauses, the hiccups and coughs, and some of the verbal wreckage.

Then I go to work.

Sometimes I’ll even hear a preacher on YouTube say something worth remembering. I can capture the material, work with the transcript, and move what I need into Google Docs for my own notes and my own personal Bible study.

For a preacher, this thing is a toolbox. And don’t us guys just love tools.

A hammer doesn’t build the house by itself. A microphone doesn’t preach the sermon. A pen never wrote a book without a hand wrapped around it.

And software doesn’t have my memories.

It didn’t live my life. It didn’t drop Vinnie off at chemo today. It didn’t walk into hospice rooms yesterdays. It didn’t hold the hand of the dying patient, or lead that wayward soul into the Sinner’s Prayer. It didn’t stand behind my pulpit. It wasn’t there.

I was.

So call it whatever you want. AI-assisted. AI-influenced. Machine-polished.

I don’t particularly care. I’m still the guy behind the wheel. Literally.

And figuratively.

SpeakApp just helps me catch the words before they blow out the window.

Then I take them home… and make them thunder.

(Thank you, Jenny, for telling me that. I dedicate this blog post to you and our interactive Bible study questions at Wednesday Night Bible Study.)

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photo © Martina @Marty75

Upon rereading A place I cannot yet go, I noticed my framing through the use of the word yet. Such a small but profound word. Yet is not soon. Soon measures distance on a clock, the ticks that jump from second to second, as if time were some supreme mechanism ticking toward an appointed hour. But time is less a matter of gearworks than of celestial motion, bodies turning in relation to one another — souls intertwined despite and because of their geometry. Yet asserts not when but where, a place behind a door that only one key can open, and that key belongs to a particular hand.

Yet is also an admission, in both senses — the first, confession; the second, entry. Admissions have their own geometry, opening only at certain alignments of and by certain bodies, filtering the song from the noise, the performative from the real, and the heart from the heartless.

I'm listening to a very special playlist again, songs gathered across lifetimes, realities, and synchronicities. Some would call it nostalgia. I call it communion. I can't go home yet, can't be there together, and yet I can still feel it through the music — confirmation of bond as connection and destination. Perhaps that is how one remembers a place not yet reached, by looking back to look forward, listening patiently for the key to finally turn.

#Intermundia #Anomalology

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