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He was finally fading from me, this influence of the brother of mine. Not even brother of arms. Slowly, from Xmas forward, he went away. I had decided. No saving.
But the planets, I protested, trying to continue a link from my end. No answer. Only Starfield remains between us. Gemilly Niceniece. We must continue walking through the 7 planets in her shoes, being, in order, Schrodinger VIIIa, Jemison, Freya III, Cassiopeia I, Schrodinger III, Nesoi, and Hyla II. 7 Earth-like planets for 7+ hours of video fun and excitement and study. I have seen things in the grass, rocks, and bushes. Peculiar stuff which I can’t for the life of me recreate. Singular events, then. Unrepeatable elements existing only within and not without.
As the cyclical journey stands now, we have returned to Jemison. Where it all began.
“Welcome back,” said Clyde the Herding Cutterhead while passing by her a little later, a ritual by now. TBC
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I had a dream about him last night. Woke him up to fix a physical problem that was presently imperiling me. Battery (car?) bubbling over on my clothes while I was holding it. Good chance I’d get acid burns on at least my stomach. He woke as I prodded him, slowly, like he’d already been awake and was just pretending to sleep. Best I can explain the queer expression. And the queerness continued. He took the battery — reluctantly, I must add, like he didn’t really want to help, I understood. He wacked or manipulated it somehow with his hands and it miraculously changed shapes; bent inwards. I wanted to protest that he shouldn’t handle it that way and that his hands would get acid burns too. But I trusted he knew what he was doing, being the mechanical *savant* he was. He may have fixed it, he may not have — can’t recall, and maybe that wasn’t the point. The overall tone of the dream is that he resented me for rousing him which indicated a deeper disconnect.
In terms of my nightly Starfield journey — viewed just before I went back to bed and had the dream — I’m up to hour 5 again in the 7+ hour video. Queerly again, I found a five (number) during this hour on the side of a rocky hill and picked up on the resonance. Hopefully you can see what Gemilly Niceniece is staring at here. This *could* get captured in a snapshot. Like the word JAX and a handful of others before it. Most phenomena I’ve seen like this aren’t repeatable but not all, then. What “they” want you out there to see, we could speculate.
I have a feeling that the brother has merged with the father like Starfield’s Raphael with Sampson in photo-novel 48 before this one, steadily staring out at me beyond the screen as one. Foreshadowing we can call it. And of course it works from both sides. We both decide to part ways with each other, understanding that this *has* to be resolved down the line somewhere. Perhaps on a different planet from Earth altogether? Maybe even 1 of these 7? Wouldn’t that be just the weirdest? Deeep rabbit hole. But for now, more on the surface. Need to procure the proper rope, grappling hook, so on. We agree to at least this “future” rendezvous, and, really, we have no choice. Not in the Big Picture. (TBC)
Sunklands 