The Noxsoma Chronicles [0021]
10-11-2025 … Day 23601
Today’s Score
BC …...46
Rum….17
This Week
BC …… 404
Rum …..159
How far back is “Back in the Day?” Is there a minimum? You wouldn’t say “back in the day” meaning last month would you? Or even last year?
It’s a funny thing about time. It’s inculcated into us from birthdays to paychecks. Every age-related privilege or “requirement” is a derivative of time. You must live so long before you can trade your labor on the open market – but you can labor – for free – in your home or maybe your church as soon as you can stand up. You spend your entire life one way or the other living within something called time … maybe you are one of those humans who like chronometers; (also known as watches) and you are so successful at trading your time for currency that you put your currency to work for you and reward yourself with an expensive watch. Time is money and money is time and you wear your money-time on your wrist.
But then some podcaster or mastress of ceremonies at a tropical retreat (for which you forked over a significant chunk of that time-cash) tells you that time does not exist. And even though it doesn’t exist you are a slave to it. This is guru talk – “You are a slave to something that doesn’t exist.”
“Hunh?” I don’t have time for this shit.” So you skip all the Master Classes in favor of getting drunk at the bar and hitting on native girls … or ladyboys if that’s your thing … (who charge by the hour, thus re enforcing your gnosis that time does indeed exist.) But there’s this “thing-think” in your mind that keeps fuckin’ with you.
Even on the flight back … which is delayed of course – you are fighting with the concept of time being an illusion. “Maybe I should have sat in on one of those seminars. Looks like I am going to be late (not on TIME) for my connection. Shit! Hell yeah. Time exists all right. And this flight is not on it!”
In our Full Metal Ox series, your humble Vagabond Philosopher has accidentally compiled a handful of clips about stuff that doesn’t exist – but we think it does. Time is one of those things. We accept it to the point that the above scenario is real enough that maybe certain emotions are stirred in you simply by reading the story.
We are not going to debate it. If time exists for you that’s okay. Don’t tell … it exists for me too. However as mentioned – we are in a zone where we know that what exists “down here” in the density doesn’t really exist. Get it?
So here is a story about time. It’s the story about the time your humble scribe arrived in corporeal form upon this realm. I hesitate to use the word “born.” “Born” is the past tense of bear, as in endure. So exiting the womb wasn’t really about “me.” It was Mom. This woman’s work. Her “travails.” (This incidentally is why the words “to work” in French is “au travail” and “a trabajar” in Spanish.)
Bear down.
That entity that is no more – just residual shadows – arrived on the first day of March. On a Wednesday under a full moon. (The first of two full moons that month.) Just a note – to have two full moons in a single month the first one must appear on the first or second day of a month with 31 days in it. You might get away with one in a 30 day month … such as September 2050 (compliments of AI calculations.)
[Another Note: I put this challenge to two different chatbots & got two different answers. I had to confirm. The 2050 year seems correct.]
This is further evidence that time is not truth. Here is my truth about truth. It doesn’t have to be Your Truth. I am sharing it so that you will know what I mean when I say or write “truth.”
The truth must be true every time and for everybody. It must be immutable. It cannot be truth this minute and change the next because of opinion or perspective. Remember the meme about the shape? One guy sees 6, the other guy sees 9. That’s symbology. 0 0 0 0 how many zeros? This is truth. Regardless of the language or symbols we use the value remains the same.
There is no truth in time as I dis-covered long ago and is being proven as I search for the answer to the following question.
There are six elements involved in the day of my arrival; 1. Day of the week. 2. Month and 3. day of the month. 4. Phase of the moon. 5. Constellation of the Sun & 6. Constellation of the Moon. Just to make it 7 … we can identify the year, but the year isn’t really relevant to the “puzzle.” (But it’s not really a puzzle.)
[Note Number 7 could also be the time of day, but I would have to wing that. I usually say “around 6 pm” because my folks told me “it was around dinner time.”]
So here is the question.
“When is the next time (if ever) these elements will be in the same alignment as the day I arrived in The Simulatrix?”
Here is the six point graph.
- Wednesday
- March
- First Day
- Full Moon*
- Sun in Pisces
- Moon in Virgo
The short answer is … “never.” The more accurate answer is “no time in the next 500 years.”
if you are reading on Hive and you are still here. Try this with your own birthday. Why? Because I think you will find the same uniqueness.
Time isn’t just “time.” It’s measured relative to observable and quasi-calculable movement. And those measurements are not standard. One chatbotwas using Tropical astrology, based on the seasons and the other one was using sidereal (side real) astrology or is it “astronomy?” Anyway … on the sidereal side - I was born under a waning gibbous moon in Leo and the Sun in Aquarius.
It was a WTF moment that led to some cathartic words & feels. [See yesterday’s Transmission 0020, I believe.]
On some calendars March 1st is a 99.7% Full Moon followed by a 100% full moon the next day. On other sites it’s just a Full Moon. “We will let you go for the 30 cents.” On March 3rd … just for information the Moon was 97.26% illuminated. It was 97.1% on March 30th preparing for the “Blue Moon” (second full moon in a single month), which was 100% illuminated in Libra I would guess. (This is correct, although the lazy search-bot says it was still in Virgo.)
So if you are going to do this you have to double and triple check and get several answers and then rely on what you read before the data age … if you were around them.
I have only been south of the equator once. In Australia. The sky was remarkably different than it is in the northern hemisphere. The “tropical” or “western” zodiac is said to have been developed in the northern half of the planet.
An actual “coincidence” in the simulatrix – but part of the cosmic plan – is this idea downloaded from Source that relates time slippage to climate change. This is just an idea. Putting that 7 dimensional puzzle together again.
We are already long here and we have an involved Bizarro Dream to summarize. We have heard/read about how ancient time keepers weren’t exactly accurate when it came to keeping time. Because of Earth’s wobble (maybe flat Earths wobble too?) Time doesn’t align exactly from year to year. The exact number of days in a year kept having to be adjusted. It was surmised that there were 360, but that turned out not to be correct. Then, for example, it was 365. But that wasn’t exactly right (in terms of coming back to an exact “time” in a year) either. So 6 hours … one quarter of a day was added at attached to the end of every fourth year, which back then was February 29th.
But what if they still don’t have it right?
What if earthquakes and volcano eruptions and incidents like Fukushima, altered – however slightly the behavior of this living Planet – not even to mention the relationship of Earth to Sun, Earth to Moon and other planets in the neighborhood. When we experience 75 degree F Christmas days in Philadelphia, maybe it’s not December anymore? Maybe the seasons are slightly off due to wobble, precession, the above mentioned and who knows what else? If the Sun is changing its position in the galaxy, then Earth’s position is changing too. Since time is based on the Earth’s relationship with the Sun – everything might be thrown off.
The climate somewhere might be perfect … if it were March. But the calendar says October. But Mother Earth thinks it’s March. And humans are yelling … “CLIMATE CHANGE!!!”
Bizarro Dream … 101125
Awareness begins during this visit behind the wheel of the Ford auto that Number-One-Sister drives. She’s riding shotgun and a girl named Jen is in the back seat. I ask about the brakes. Do they work? The brake pedal feels like they don’t. Like all the way to the floor. Yes. I remember the feel of bad brakes from my dream. We are driving up (the hill) of the driveway that’s covered with snow. There are dead dogs buried in the snow. [Don’t even ask. I do not know. I don’t look to interpret these dreams. What do dead dogs, frozen legs up – mean to you?]
There are more cars and more driving in this series. Number-One-Brother and I are going to work. One of his projects. Of course the road turns to dirt. Mud in fact. There are deep trenches that were made by the huge tires of construction vehicles. Dump trucks. No construction vehicles are around. It feels like we are in a car… maybe a truck … but it also feels like we are floating and I don’t have the sense of anything material around us.
We stop off some place of his. Maybe ours … because I have bags of clothes and stuff there. (There is a memory of dis-covering rescued clothes of mine at his actual real life house. So maybe that’s a link.) Anyway – the clothes were in a shopping bag with a supermarket logo on the bag. The clothes had been laundered. I was like, “I was wondering where these were.”
Usually in these Bizarro Dreams I am losing items. This time I am finding things that had been previously misplaced … but not from other dreams. Anyway … Number-One-Brother decides he’s not going to work. I only know this because I asked him as he was changing into non-work clothes.
Speaking of finding things, I found the meat I had purchased and set aside. It was frozen and hadn’t completely thawed out. It was in no danger of spoiling. So I stacked them up and put them in the fridge. There was one package that had a single – I presume it was beef – patty in it and the package had been ripped open. Like a slit in the plastic.
More driving. But it’s not your boy doing the driving. I am waiting at a location. Kind of a big house. Maybe a mansion. And there’s one of those circle drives. You enter, veer right, circle round to the left and pull up to the front of the house. There are two luxury-posh autos already in front of the house. They pull off. Then a car comes onto the drive. This is my ride. It’s a former colleague – let’s call her Barb. Barb drives right across the grass and skids onto the pavement and picks me up.
No consequences.
Finally … (this is a bonanza compared to previous nights) … there’s something about cocaine and weed and raw film. The film was in black boxes in a shape I would have to draw for you … if it were that deep. Which it isn’t.
I jot these down here just in case we have any dream interpreters in the house. And for content.
The Night of … 23601
We had a very cool and sunny morning and we went out to the middle park for some work. There was a friendly lady there and we exchanged some salutations … in English. At the end of the workout she asked if I was a veteran.
“Yes.”
“I knew it, Vets never quit.” Something like that. It was great to hear. She also complimented my hair.
We did get it in for an hour and after the 5 AM wake. Morning workout and all this stuff, plus footage for our next season and monitoring the mayhem.
I promise you I am not obsessed with Bad Bunny. Just the hype. The hate-hype – as I identify it. One of these days this Beef marketing is going to backfire. Guess it doesn’t get any worse than dead rappers. But anyway. I didn’t bother to read the garbage but the headline was revealing. Typical Hollowood reporting. The trash talkin’ tabloid invokes the late Charlie Kirk (hate-hype) and his TP USA organization is doing some shit to “protest” BB’s halftime show. Speaking of Bibi – it’s the Israeli Bibi that (I hear) Tipping Point is protesting. But what do I know?
Finally – at the UNSC (United Nations Security Council) Russia pledges to support the Venezuelan government … which the United States says it doesn’t recognize … against any US belligerent activity – or something like that. The Russian delegate … who was presiding I believe… let the US have it. Right between the legs.
This is what economic, technological and military impotence looks like. This is what we have been warning was coming. There are many waves. This is one of them. Those of us who cannot flee or adapt better prep. Surf’s up Dude!
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