MY REAL LIFE PLAYING AN UNREAL GAME

field notes — june thru december 2024

*in case you missed it —— i wrote a playbook. it’s linked below and offered as pay as you wish.

sometimes people ask what’s it like playing a game inside the system of reality? i recently ran this recap in my head and it was too much fun so i wrote it down. pls enjoy this slice from my real life [*from my pov.]

i touched a hand-stitched bra inside a lingerie atelier in istanbul and it turned on like a time capsule. i flashed and saw black rock. ‘oh, god,’ i said. ‘we’re going to burning man.’ it was already mid-june. no tickets, no experience. nevertheless, potential accepted. holographic obstacle course commenced.

my antenna dispensed a direction. run a human time machine on ibiza in july. the team coalesced but we needed our focus player. i cooked a steak in the kitchen on an organic farm of undisclosed vegetarians. it wasn’t well received. the faux-pas and perceived social exile led to a supper club mtg with a high-mexican, the first woman and the lost pilot. the lost pilot became our seed player.

we ran the time machine in the after glow of the microsoft blue-screen-of-death worldwide system failure. enough space to pierce the mainframe and lodge a rock in the door for undetected exit and entry.

the lost pilot invited us to garbicz. a music festival in the forests of poland marked by a genetic mutation. i observed how we can re-enliven ourselves from the thresholds of death (absence of creative impulse) through voltage and rain.

we spent the next month hunting the ark through navajo nation while the lost pilot organized our burn camp. at the camp, a man sat beside me and asked what i do. ‘build time machines.’ he invited me to a mtg in october with ex-CIA, physicists, mystics, special forces and matias de stefano. i had never met matias but in 2022, i watched episodes from his series and thought it seemed like we might be playing the same game.

that night the man came running up to me on my bike. he had just reviewed my website. ‘i know what the game is! i’ve played it! my wife and i paid a tantra master $300k last year to change our timelines.’

he said he felt the fee wasn’t enough. he saw the enormous amount of energy, logistics and concentration required. we didn’t speak about specifics but he said he knew the best players were either extremely advanced or complete novices. yoga teachers were the worst.

i took off and prepared to meet a turkish billionaire who had been entrusted with crystals from elon, putin and netanyahu. that story here.

we went to tahoe and played with a team of four while i prepared a proposal for the head of the reptilians. on the last night, the electricity reached a head. the lost pilot and i stared at each other for a long time. i went to bed and was visited by a dragon who fertilized one of my eggs. the next morning, the lost pilot asked if i had been in his room bc he saw a shadowy figure move through the doors.

we flew to hawaii for a client expedition. the reptilian rejected the proposal. we flew to california and showed up for the ex-CIA mtg one month early. i lost track of clock time. we re-routed to mt shasta and met an ex-military scientist from the underground black ops projects who offered to help me build my time machine. i asked why. ‘bc i can see the future,’ he said. suddenly i remembered my dream of touring a military site on an island and making eye contact with an officer manning a rip in the atmosphere. i wondered if it was him.

we followed him to the red rocks. he introduced us to an elder rocket scientist who built craft for the american military when he was 17 and later ran the saudi space program. he said time travel is dangerous bc of the psychological impacts. no one else will know you jumped except you. i said i was prepared to take the risk. he asked about my research. i told him about game mechanics. he said i should get a business card. ‘people are going to want to talk to you.’

we arrived at the mtg. the man who patron-funded it said he was very interested in partnering to build a venture around the game. ‘it wouldn’t have to make money,’ he said. ‘how much could a game could cost? 2 million?’ he dared.

the second night, matias was the headliner. he stood in the center of a circle of 100. for hours he seemed like an incoherent channeler. an SNL satire. i thought ‘wow, matias de stefano is bombing in front of all these rich people.’

those people began to leave. but i noticed something that kept my attn. some mumblings under his breath that felt like music i’ve heard before. i stayed. he made eye contact with me multiple times. after four-hours, around 1:30am, when there were eight seated around him, he spoke: ‘now we can talk. these are the rules of the hidden game.’

what followed was a 2.5hr dissertation on mythology, history and a breakdown of the ruins of time. the next day, he recruited us for a mtg in egypt in december and to be part of his team to fix the error in the system.

a khan brought us to meet a woman in the palisades who handed me italian blueprints for a time machine. i took them to berlin and the lost pilot suggested i write a proposal to the saudi royal family to build it for the world expo in 2030.

i went to egypt and matias said we need to relocate mecca. the person who can do this is the king of saudi arabia. robert edward grant introduced himself and showed me his latest findings on the chemical structure of advanced human DNA. i asked about use case. he pulled out his phone and played the scene from twilight in the forest when edward reveals his shimmering crystalline skin.

my brain melded the pieces together. the night i met the ex-military scientist, he told a story of driving a truck through the desert with an unsheathed grail entity in the backseat (no ark). suddenly the sand dunes morphed and they were surrounded by hundreds of coniferous trees. in. the. desert. (!!!)

we boarded a boat on the nile in the islands across from a site correlated with the ismaili assassins. matias came to sit with me. the map clarified along with the next direction. make a watch with gearings from the holy trinity of swiss timepieces that can unlock an ancient primer for time.

i found the primer and researched other applications. where else can these gears be found?

a film projector.

i had another military dream about a parallax program. it’s how soldiers enter different timelines. i asked my contact about it. does it exist?

‘oh, yes. the correct definitions are cloning hybrid osseointegration. i built the suits. my friend did the programming.’

as i progressed the watch, i had more dreams. i asked my friend, a robotics engineer, about them. i kept one piece of the rubix cube he dismantled on the nile. in the dream, i was piloting it btw a honeycomb and a tree. ‘what’s the significance?’ i asked.

‘the point is that it’s non-nodal.’

i looked it up to make sure i was clear. the first result read: ‘no parallax, or nodal, point —— moviola.’

he said, ‘you don’t know this but i was a moviola repair technician for years.’

his fiancée, a top-shelf hacker, leaned in close and whispered, ‘you have a baby dragon with you.’

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what game are you playing?

x d

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