Echoes of Wandering Whispers (DRRG, Alch, KB, Ql, EoG, RM line, Revelations)

Journals - Custom Subliminals
#261

Son of a mother. Uncle of a father.

New skill + New Learning = OP. Must nerf.

Spent the past few days making and repeating recipes. I bought so much ingredients, like 3 kilos total of Almond flour and 3 kilos of peanuts, which I floured myself to save extra cash. Almond flour ain’t cheap here, nor anywhere for that matter. Kilos of sugar, four platters of eggs and much much more, butter, margarine, milk, vegetables etc…

I thought that I will have to repeat the recipes over and over so that I catch up the nuances and techniques. NOPE.

I made everything at ease, managing the whole kitchen and multitasking in a perfect flow. The energy, going back and forth into the groceries store to get what’s missing. Nothing standing infront of my way.

It’s suffice to say that I haven’t written bat crap lol. I have a strong feeling about cooking and I know that it will make me wealthy while helping the community out with some worthy food, opposed to the overpriced crap people are eating, in general. There are some amazing restaurant but they few.

I made 7 types of omletes from different cuisines, and not just blindly; I researched how to push the recipes even forward by reading and watching Michelin star chefs; and integrating different techniques as there is no one way ever in cooking. Yes, there is the classics but in general, there is room for experimentation and alterations.

I’ve received such great feedback for both savory and sweets, comparing me to my grand mother and her sister (for sweets) and those two are great cooks, like the housewives of 2-3 generations before. Not sure if they’re just being nice, SO! I went out and still am trying different sweets from patisteries around when I come across them, and fuckers food is awful.

When I get the chance to visit the capital, possible this Saturday or next week, I will go to those old school pastry shops and try them out, I tried them before, but that was before I had a palette to compare them to.

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Can you tell that I am on RM/UA? Rofl

#262

Had an incredible day at school today.

I got so many compliments from the chef and praise from my class mates and administration.

I feel like am a sous chef to the chef, almost like a shadow but I let other kids work a bit. The thumbs up that I got were awesome lol.

NLE and NskE are just awe inspiring awesome. Awemuch, aweplenty, awenucopia. There. AWENUCOPIA that’s my new word. Dibs. Cha-ching. Dollar dollar bill yo. Lol.

I swear to baby Jesus and full on Ascended Jesus on top of the spine. Even on the same Jesus that was murdered and fell from the top only to Zap boom back on top; that everyday I go out is filled with experiences. And when I am inside, it’s back in that cave.

Hmm, a cave that is tunneled into a temple! Such Tomb-Raider esque!

#263

I’m not sure which week is this on the Vibes 4 experiment.

I believe it’s week 4 or 5.

On the days I didn’t listen to vibes 4; I would barely encounter any festivities, or any sound making of musical sorts. By barely I mean because of bloom effects from previous listening.

I listened to it for 8 minutes yesterday; and I had encountered several hootnannies.

While heading to class; police racket; but sure maybe some figure needed a ride or something. Not counting it.

Slightly in the afternoon, while in class, we hear honking of marriage. Okay.

As I finish my class and head back home by 5pm, on mid traffic, a bunch of cars with the music, all 4 of them honking, two or them filled with dudes sitting on the windows and clapping and making noise and the other car the same thing but with the addition of a moon window. Flowers and all that.

A little kid walking started clapping when she looked at me.

Some strangers in the streets enthusiastically casting greetings upon me.

I also had a brief conversation with the laundry mat man, such an interesting guy, turns out he is a tailor and used to work all over Europe. We started talking about Hollywood and their clothes, the Primal ones, the fabric and the mobs.

Yes, Hollywood, I’m coming. With my own magic wand, I promise I won’t be swinging it around until I get my own license :stuck_out_tongue:

#264

There are these moments, inexplicable is what they are, a feeling of knowing that you’ve been here before, this moment where you could witness what is about to happen to everyone’s involved. It’s a moment in a cycle, I had one of those moments last week. It was the exact same moment that I had a year before almost to that day, a moment of familiarty, a moment when The door is open, a moment where I decided not to ride into that door again.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I know that my awareness is growing, and I know that can be terrifying at some level, to drive wherever I’d please, knowing that the destination is safe and so are the roads, in a perfect traffic under the right weather.

There’s this room inside that aches in emptiness, a void filled with loneliness. I feel a sadness fueling the beat of my heart. Shut the door and peep through the hole

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#265

All is perfect in this play.

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#266

There’s an international book fair that’s being held here for a week and I got the chance to visit it today. Qatar is the guest of honor or something, they sent a big delegation and had their own cultural space, all fancy and such, compared to most of the booths and small spaces, even compared to the big publishing houses around here.

It was quite fun and I felt comfortable and social, but there was this feeling that I must go there because something great is going to happen, so I made sure to listen to my intuition and put on my zootsuit. Though it wasn’t my best as my black dress shirt was being redyed and was not done in time. I ended up talking to several representatives of publishing houses and got some info.

One of them even had a publishing house in Egypt where I will be visiting, in a street called Beverly hills lol, right near the city where I am headed. So that’s two synchronicity in one place. Though I won’t be contacted them for publishing, as I haven’t finished my work, heck, I’ve been so distracted with work that I lost track where I was in my project that i felt overwhelmed yesterday when trying to pickup where I had left.

Anyway,

While at the centre, I got asked by the camera man could be photographed, or maybe it was a video, I’m not sure, while I am browsing this book that had all sort of wonderful birds that are resident in Qatar. I was genuinely into the book, they had this picture of this bird called the The hoopoe or something that looked majestic. It’s a bird that has significance with King Solomon, whom I had thinking and talking about today.

Later on, the same camera man, came with a buddy of his, the boom mic operator, and they asked me if I could be interviewed about the centre. It was awesome and I loved being on the camera, I had to improvise but I believe I did great :smiley: I loved when the third guy came in and gave me some direction where I was encouraging him as he was doing so to direct me rofl.

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#267

Boom Shaka laka vroom vroom

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#268

Huzzah; more peacocks!

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#269

I got an itch to glitch

#270

Hey Phoermes, this custom, how was it? Like it looks incredible but also crazy dense. Did you get crazy recon at all?

#271

Howdy;

It works well and I do love it; does exactly what its supposed to do: me me me me :stuck_out_tongue: it grabs plenty of attention from everyone around my vicinity. It’s powerful enough to grab attention, make some feel timid, others force themselves not to look my way, while some would stare uncontrollably, and others steal fleeting glances; and some instances where some women feel uncomfortable; this is not for the weak hearted but it’s an amazing teacher and sculpturer of style, physique, and human nature.

The true purpose is to generate marketable attention and I know that it works as much as I allow it and then some more. A hedonistic sexual life of orgasmic orgiest of flesh is not for me right now, but it doesn’t fail to paint that aura and picture about me through image and the mirror that others project onto me. I am seen as a playboy, a pimpdaddy, a night walker, and things of that nature but also the complete opposite and everything in between, and as I type this I remember the quote from the original Wanted page of Byron and about being a paradox and an enigma, and that is what this one is about. It’s about black, savage, old school Rock n roll, it’s that ink on the skin, the death and the innocence; the long hair, the libertine tone, the chains and the rings, the Intio scents and Killian olfactory scenes and Italian pinstrip skins. It’s the roaring Primal sensuality beneath a gentlemens whisper; it’s the fly within a toads tongue that is stuck in a spiders’ web, trapped like a dancing marionette on a string, wrapped around my middle finger, toyed Like a yo-yo being walked like a dog. It’s catch me if you can, but you won’t, because I already got you. It’s everything and nothing.

It’s like turning the dial to easy mode, and I haven’t even been to a club or a bar. It’s also boring, you have all the manuals, guidelines, blue prints, shipping manifestos and cheat codes. Barely any matches to the WB archetype, maybe someone cursed by a triple Scorpio or something.

But again, it all depends on what you want to use it for.

However, I would sometimes experience the same recon: the conflict between spiritual desires and sexual ones. RoS and WB is a no go for me right now full time, because I know for certain that it I let myself loose it could take me on some wild rides, and I know that I could dive deep into the wilderness.

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#272

Hooly shit :joy: :joy: Yeah your description is exactly what I’d expect from this custom, it looks hardcore. Part of me wants to try it now just for the fun/experimentation of it, though generally I prefer to be a bit more low-key, and this one is probably not for that. This is like if you want to be a mysterious model playboy. Not a Playboy model :rabbit: :bikini:, but a model who is a playboy :man_in_tuxedo: :running_woman: :running_woman: :running_woman: :wink: like the male equivalent of a pornstar Playboy model/instagram model :sweat_smile:

Lol yeah I can definitely see that.

Damn you’re kinda selling it to me :thinking: Yeah this one definitely seems not for those who wanna be low-key, this is high key but playboy/model AND seducer guy out in the open who kinda has everything go his way without trying.

Lol jeez, ah so the WB archetype kinda gets lost in the sauce? Just a whole new beast altogether lol

Yeah definitely doesn’t seem like one for someone seeking a more spiritual path :sweat_smile: Basically the opposite. The only thing that could make it crazier is Primal Nights probably.

Honestly I’d be afraid to run it for the recon alone. As you said not for the faint hearted, and 1000% not for a beginner…

Also thanks for the description, it’s a good sales page for the custom (seriously lol).

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#273

I stopped saying and thinking, even as a joke, or just for the hell of it, that I can’t believe my eyes, stopped disbelieving, because I am a true belieber. It serves nothing good.

What, I disbelieve the capabilities that are hidden within the spirit that dwells in every one of us? Though it has been buried under darkness in countless many. Still it’s there, birthing more darkness and generating more misery because of how corrupted their spirits are becoming. I no longer care for disbelief. The wonderful things that I see, the symbols and the signs that I witness daily. I am satisfied. For how long will I remain in disbelief, asking for more and more signs here and there, like a to be witness, a new believer. I know for certain that it is not that I don’t believe. Perhaps it’s my forgetful nature, but maybe its a fear of taking full control of the wheel.

For God’s sake, I rode next to this man that looked close to Morpheus, Mr. Fishburn. I was his third ride and it was his first day on the Uber job. Doesn’t end there, we passed by this broken down truck with Matrix written across it, light blue and colors fading, and the day before, and one before, I come across products in my hands with NEO on them.

If I had to guess, I would suppose these are symbols. If I were fearful and paranoid, I would take it in a bad way; however I am not. So I will say that these are outward symbols reminding me that my is awake, and my mind is forever free from artificial control, whatever noise is pumped out. The truck wad broken after all.

Ain’t I a stinker :carrot:

#274

More matrix on ad screens. Might be that Alchemist+Khan Black + QL combo that Saint mentioned once upon a time

#275

That’s pretty awesome:

Queen was playing,
Then sound of silence remix,
And now, I can so believe it, because away with disbelief, effin last of mohacins playing. What are the chances of songs that I had been listening to are playing:

Queen, sure, they’re legendary and popular. Sound of silence… sure why not. Last of the Mohacins??? Forget about it.

Reminds me of that time at the doctor office and he plays the radio to do his thing and Take on Me is rocking out; which I had been obsessing about the group that period and was playing it in the car.

Well, why not :alien:

#276

Well, #@$t. I’m indestructible

#277

I love how Vibes gives old songs new dimensions. I’ve listened to some songs hundreds of times if not even more over the span of 20 years and only now am I hearing these subtle sounds in the background

#278

Saw my dead cat for a moment walking towards my room today. She always shows up on black days; perhaps because she’s as white as the brightest moon. Mind’s Eye and Singularity, a pretty combo

#279

And the peacock makes another appearance. This time in the form of the bullying, speed-dashing, water flying Peacock Shrimp Mantis

#280

I was walking in the street doing some errands and I noticed that 4 people were just singing as they’re walking or doing their work. I listened to Vibes yesterday. This is not a radom occurrence.