Given the lack of proper prior documentation, I feel as though some history should be addressed before I continue on with the current state of things. I think it most prudent to my synopsis of thought on the most recent season on the other side of the paywall, but I can catch everyone on this side up plenty as well. As part of Season 13 though, I hope to increase integrity of character through relevant regular chronicling here. Tell my Accountability Stalker immediately.
To not belie the current state of the Ingression with a rosy colored look back at the past, I’ll bring you up to speed by speaking of the acceptable timeline indicators that have failed to manifest.
cabin-in-the-woods timeline
The Shaper Ingression part of my person merged with the corporeal human fella in Littleton, Colorado these many years back. Well before the ole Google+ was shut down, if memory serves. It was about then that an acceptable timeline was visualized, which shall henceforth be known as the cabin-in-the-woods.
There was a cabin on a lake, with a dock you could walk out on. It got cold enough that people were a rarity, and the icy stillness was a frequent gift. There was a typewriter on a table. There were three months. Flickering in and out as an option was a lady with a cup of coffee, varying degrees of Kathy Bates as Annie Wilkes - you know, for flavor.
This timeline was pursued most during my time in Lemonland, as the pitch to preorder the book: “Cozened Indigo: The Cautionary Tale of Grizwald Grim”
The appeal of this timeline was lost over time with the growing guilt that were I able to build a cabin in my mind, the situation I’d been living in for a dearth of months had been close enough - yet nothing had been written. At some point I even took down the discord room for pre-order pledging.
Of note, during that time there was significant bonding with @wayVesworld - who still owes me a ‘Piano Man’, but is too busy hot-dropping hot ish in the now-now to pay old debts.
This artifact from Lemonland that surfaced on YouTube may have been the peak experience of that season, and shows how far me and Ole Gavin go back.
colorado research timeline
Another acceptable timeline that somehow didn’t manage to manifest is stored in my mind as “The Marissa Tomei Thing”.
Interestingly, in the what-the-Mandela sort of way, I apparently misremember Marissa Tomei telling a story in the movie-film My Cousin Vinnie about old men sitting around in a coffeeshop that could tell the make and model of the car rolling by outside just by the sound of the engine.
In the bio-alchemical experimentation done by the host and myself about perturbing consciousness to determine the shape and operating frequencies of consciousness, the shape of that misremembered tale fell onto the notions of brainwaves as measured by this bad-boy
Specifically, I hypothesize that a measurable change occurs in the baseline operant brainwave pattern with the introduction of cannabis, and further that the variability in such change will be reliably associated with each specific strain. As that research played out as accurate, privileged clientele could have a particular brainwave tweak custom diagnosed.
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That wasn’t really complicated enough for me, though. For it to be the sort of achievement I was after, it also needed to be a way for the undereducated to lift themselves ‘above water’. It was also an important opportunity for me to help give people the ‘eyes to see’ the value of their own data.
The complicated plan, was simple:
Everyone that wanted to play would have to buy-in, but we’d have preordered in bulk to minimize that as much as possible. Fantasized range was about $1200, and that would get you the Epoc X and the software to connect to our data tank.
The data tank was meant to be the raw brainwave feed from all the Epoc X use by members, with a percentage of the associated dataset tied to their account. Sitting atop all these brainwaves was meant to be the user interface, a machine learning algorithm designed to take queries from clients and reference what it learned from the pond. Each portion of the client fee not consumed in maintenance, dividended out to participants in the referenced relevant datasets.
While I understand I can’t sell that to people, I think the notion of us saying:
“Hey Coca-Cola, wanna know what happens to a bunch of people’s brainwaves when they watch your new commercial?”
at least allows one to image the potential potential.
Had this timeline manifested, I’d be Livestreaming from the Blue Anchor motel in a small town in Colorado, whose name my mind won’t remember, getting the deltas of locally grown strains and conducting visitor readings (secretly testing people for psychic powers).
That timeline died a quick and painful death when a mysterious character sent me this video from Lex Fridman Clip channel, but I reserve the right to use the setup in a piece of future fiction.
That is high integrity~ cabin-in-the-woods back on the table...? What you going to do about that?
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