Category: diary

My diary entries of both magical and dream work going back to my childhood in 1986.

  • The Start of Covid

    2020-03-15

    Having been thrown out of work found myself home watching that very stable genius downplay the disaster pretnding somehow positive thinking alone could work by a miracle to disperse the plaugue.

    Its possible it is an exaggerated threat or its possible its not until it hits its a guessing game of terror.

    The silence in the streets is a testament to how little people trust the powers that be. The stores empty out but people will have to keep showing up for work.

    While schools have been closed there has been no order to work remote, only some companies such as Google and Amazon have asked IT staff to work remote.

    However other staff in other companies cannot do their work remote it has to be done onsite.

    Hopefully the news is being at least somewhat truthful and most working people are not at risk.

    Ultimately most business isn’t willing to lose 2 weeks to prevent mass illness. However you may see labor walkouts if you see deaths from this and it turns out to be wors than the news had promised.

    You see people clearing out the entire inventory at markets if things get too bad it won’t be safe to go to the market.

    The we hear Genesis P-orridge passed away and wondering whether its related, certainly people currently battling cancer would be prone to any illness.

    But more on Genesis for that art’s own tribute.

  • A Season of Insects

    This is the hottest time of year, and with the rising heat we’re seeing a future that could be devoid of basic things like food and water.

    Too much power to too few actually enables very isolated and emotionally unstable people to make harrowing decisions for us all.

    I’m not a gambler, while I like music improvisation when it comes to survival and “doing life” I prefer a more moderate and balanced approach.

    Not suprising with the decision made to absolutely ruin the climate now every summer its more and more biting insects, like Mother Nature herself expressing her outrage.