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It’s June 17th.
Waxing Crescent in Cancer.
Ten of Pentacles.
“Ten-tacles”
"Sitting in the dark.
In front of a screen.
Stoned.
Eight different instances of LibreOffice open.
No lack of ideas.
Tomorrow will be March 1st.
The 59th day of the year.
I’m approaching my 30th birthday.
We’re at a point in time where I legitimately believe that my body won’t really have to get much older than this.
With the great advances in medicine and health, fitness, and more than anything my faith, I accept that I’m as immortal as can be.
...
I just want it to be clear that I’m architecting my own reality."
On March 4th, my birthday, I would wake up feeling... spiritually sick.
mystically mutilated.
A feeling that would continue for two weeks until March 18th, when I pulled Death and the Chariot.
"Today is March 18th, 2026. There’s a new moon in Pisces, the sun is in Pisces, and Mars is also in Pisces.
It’s a brilliant start to a new chapter in my life.
I had Delta pull me two cards from a Rider-Waite deck today, Death and The Chariot.
Prior to pulling the cards I could’ve said with 100 percent certainty that Death would have been drawn.
And it was.
I have no fear of the Death card, we know there’s no negativity to it by now.
The Chariot card interests me however. Delta says the two together signify that I’m about to depart for a rapid journey.
It feels that way too.
I had been hesitant for far too long on proceeding with this journey I’ve seen coming my entire life and now I’m getting all the signs that my train is a coming as Jimi would say.
I’ve seen it all before and I know who I am and what I’ll become."
We arrive here 90 days later at Ten of Pentacles.
The old man adorned in a lavish robe observing his family in the archway to his villa.
The pentacles arranged in a tree of life pattern.
“It’s funny to think that I’ll be an old man some day.”
I thought to myself as I crossed over the train tracks on my morning bike ride.
“All the things I’m doing now… the things I do in this period of my life dictate the old man I’ll be. The stories my kids will tell my grandchildren about me. The man I am.. Their perception of me.”
Any old man… is somebody’s old man.
That man can tell you whatever he wants about himself, but the truth will be revealed by those who claim him.
My Grandad.
Old man only ever in age.
He’ll do it better than you.
Whatever it is. Doesn’t matter what it is.
Family man.
Dangerous man.
Soul man.
Eternal man.
An old man that serves as the model for the old man I aim to be when the time comes.
I finished building the basis for my own radio station today.
I’m elated.
90.9 WAVS
nine-oh-nine W-A-V-S
TR-909 – my favorite drum machine
WAVS – W the prefix for radio stations east of the Mississippi
it’s an internet radio so it doesn’t really matter BUT it makes the name WAVS possible…
WAVS as in the audio file.
WAVS as in waves.
Motion.
And really… surfing the wave is what has brought me to this point.
There will be a lot of shit to figure out, but this somehow serves as the …
thread.
"My family had always been very musical.
It wasn’t unusual for a talent show to break out in the midst of the family dinner. There is no single person in my family without some musical ability.
Whether it be rapping, singing, poetry, piano, it all exists.
Good enough that if they had the opportunity to dedicate their entire life to it, they would certainly succeed.
I had built such vast musical knowledge and a very distinct taste in sound as a result of the loved ones around me.
I experience life in moments of music as a result of this a weird synesthesia that seemingly feels like floating through a connection of feelings.
I realized this listening to Heart of a Lion one morning. I had slipped away into what felt like a boundless space, a vast cosmic soup.
The only perception I had was that of the waves of sound being projected as my visual reality. No other sensory perception.
Imagine feeling vibrations but seeing sound."
Bakkar