The Schedule - Day 1240

The Schedule Day 1240

Nothing that is said in this room leaves this room.

5/24/2026 - Axiom Fiction Project

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Many years ago this friend of mine said this weird little thing to me. She said something like, 'one day you are not going to be married anymore and I am going to test you and if you are mean to me I am going to make a woman who likes you not like you anymore. And by that time, you will like her too, but you will have figured out a few things by then and if you are mean to me, I will know that you have figured them out and if you tell anybody what I did to you, I will make her really not like you.'

This is the one that my mother liked. My mother is an asshole. She hates everyone, including me, and everyone pretty much hates her because she destroys everything that she touches eventually.

So at first, I thought she was talking about herself and that was probably right around the time that I went through some kind of phone number change or something.

But after she said that, she said something about having the chance to undo it - meaning, what she had done, that I did not know was going to happen yet, because it had not yet happened.

Oddly, there was an incident when someone showed up and said there is a scenario where you get back together, that being the person who felt as if they had enough persuasive power who was just showing of now basically admitting that they were the one who caused the problem in the first place and that they could make it go the other way. There are people who are going either end up dead or in jail over this. Make no mistake, nobody cares about me. Keep reading.

And then she said something like, if you do not figure out a way to apologize for being mean to me, I'm going to do something else to you after that.

I said, so, you do something to me, 'in the future' that causes me to not be married anymore and I am mad at you, but if I don't apologize for being mad at you because of something you did to me, which hasn't happened yet, you are going to do something else to me?

This is an absolutely horrible way to try and write this, but this is exactly how this conversation exchange took place. Stick with it and keep reading.

I said, so, tell me about this woman that I meet in the future after you cause me to get divorced.

She said, you think that I am talking about me.

Yes, I do.

Well, I'm not.

Then she starts trash talking this woman that I supposedly meet in the future who she says really likes me and who she says I really like.

So I said, Let me get this straight; you cause me to get divorced, I meet someone who you describe as this amazing match for me, but it isn't you and you cause us to fight with each other because I was mean to you because of what you did to me?

Then she says, well, we are not talking at that point. And I didn't 'cause' you to get divorced, exactly...

I'm like, wait a minute, we are not going to...

She said, no, we don't.

So I am thinking, but not saying the next line: so you want to know why if I like this woman so much, why it is that I don't like you. So I didn't say what I was thinking out loud, but she verbally responded to what I was thinking. She didn't seem to see the problem with what I saw.

This is some psycho shit right here. Why didn't I just tell her to just stop calling me? Because my mother would probably say that would be rude.

She shows me a picture.

The image was of a person at a distance and it revealed virtually no personally identifiable features or characteristics whatsoever because of the placement of the subject and the clarity of the image.

I said something like, If this person were standing in front of me right now, I would not be able to identify whether or not this picture is of them or not based on this image.

Then she said something like, by that time, you are going to know who the person in this image is and you are going to have to explain how you knew that based on what you just said.

That's a clever little trick. Well, let's start with, what you just said to me.

But how are you going to know that it is her?

Because you just told me.

But how are you going to explain how you know that.

She continued, And then you are probably going to say something like, the only good lawyer is a dead lawyer, and that is going to be one of the ways that I get you to start fighting with each other and cause your next problem.

Is that right? Wow. Did I do something to you that I don't know about? How do you know this person? She's a lawyer at your firm?

Hmm, well, you'll never meet her, until after you are divorced, and then my name is going to come up and I am going to use her to lead you back to me, because if you would go out with her, then you would go out with me, and if you don't, then I am just going to make you two fight with each other until you need my help.

How romantic all of this sounds. I'm so glad we are friends.

Funny. No, this is real. And by that time you will have figured it out and that is why we won't be talking at that point. The problem is that by this time she is starting to figure it out as well. This could push you together. The problem is that there is no way that you could possibly explain any of the things that have been happening to you to any normal person with a properly functioning brain that would ever believe a word that you say, even though every word of it will be true.

By now, you have not only figured out what happened to you and who the people are who have been manipulating you, you have also figured out who some of the people are who have been manipulating her. And those people are not your friends. And there are people in her circles who are not her friends. At first you hesitate to write that last sentence because because you don't want to hurt her despite the fact that you have mutual enemies, but then you go back and put it in because it is true even though you risk her hating you even more by telling her that because you know she will be reading this. You don't have any friends at this point.

Thanks to you, it sounds like.

Yea, you won't be in a very good place by the time that it gets to this point. You could have met her sooner and you would be in a good place right now, but we made sure that didn't happen. We made sure to cause all kinds of problems for you around every opportunity that you had to interact with her in person so that her perception of you would be that you are just a jerk and an asshole, which is not who you are, but we needed to put you down first so we could control what people think of you.

Who is 'we'?

You are getting tired and you are going to have to go to sleep. It is 4:10AM now.

What is even stranger is that you can explain it

9:20A

After I woke up, I remembered a few more things. But just like these thoughts and images were put there, in my mind, it is still something like a play inside of a play. An immersive experience. The Degas in the lobby, the tunnel of lights, that dress, like living in Van Gogh's eye.

And I also didn't publish this post 10 hours ago, I saved it as a draft, yet there it was posted right out there in all its unedited form, broken undeveloped ideas. There is no more time. There is just now.

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And I woke up this morning, 9:19A and the post that I saved as a draft was published in all of its unedited, undeveloped glory. I saved it as a draft. Why would I publish it?

And so now, I am going to take the toxic uranium that has been inserted into my immersive experience and I am going to turn it into a nuclear weapon and go on a rampage after all of the tools that I bought and paid for and all of the work that I have been doing and all of the time that I have spent doing it has been wasted. The people who have been inserting themselves into my experience and manipulating me on behalf of the person who brought me into this world who said that if you tell anyone what I did to you... Well, it hardly seems to matter now.

This is how you make a person toxic so that everyone else around them won't go anywhere near them. And this is what happened to me.

The next thing that inexplicably stops working for me is going to result in real-world violence and this is not fiction. This is how you develop an asset.

The next thing that stops working for me, the tools that I bought and paid for and that I have spent a lot of time using to develop my work, is going to result in real-world violence. Read that last sentence again.

The architects who have decided 'what I deserve' will fail miserably under cross-examination when they say, "We have no idea how this happened." And as you 'round down' your life experiences and manage your expectations, it may come into focus for you. That being, the idea that created a false perception of your reality in the first place that has now generated a backflow. During this stage, all of your garbage and all of the garbage humans you have surrounded yourself with and all of the information that has been manipulated that shows up in your personal life data feed is going to hit the fan and get all over you. That includes your sh-t, and everyone else's sh-t that you have consumed. And now, I am going to consume you.

You can't stop the flow. My non-response and non-participation in your bullsh-t escapade has resulted in you consuming regenerations of your own delusions.

Who are the gatekeepers to your feed and who are the channel operators who open the various pipelines to the sewer of content that has flowed into your feed?

I can't f-cking wait until it starts happening to you. You have no idea what is coming.

Some of you are figuring it out. Too late now. Being 'nice' - there is no penance for what is going to happen to you. I might be long gone by then. Barely even another headline that does not make any sense, or an advertising campaign designed to insist that something that is not at all believable is true. That is the job of the media, to control what people think. Can't remember the name of the media exec who said the quiet part out loud like so many dopes do when they become so immersed in scripts that have been assigned to them that they forget who they are and become a character actor playing a character actor and read the stage directions out loud that were not part of dialog portion of the script. They have complete control over you at that point because you do not even realize or understand the gravity of what you are doing.

I love watching women do it to each other. So stupid, so many of them. Army of brats. So easily manipulated by each other. Guys do it too, act like bitches, sometimes. If the nicest thing that you can say about your cat is that it resembles a dog, then what does that say about cats? I have no idea where those last 6 sentences came from. They just popped into my head, like so many of the things that just got there somehow.

I am a dog. I like women, but I only love woman. I don't mess around. Stupidly loyal in that way. I don't love anybody. I hate people. One of the ominous statements from this person who deemed herself to be this lawyer friend of mine told me that love is a disease. This is the first thing that one would say to a patient before offering a cure for their disease.

I am a stray. I like being alone most of the time. I cannot stress enough how much I truly hate people because of the way in which the sphere of influence surrounding me has been corrupted and manipulated.

I realized at some point that I was not talking or texting with the people who I thought I was talking or texting with and so I just stopped doing it. This was after everything had already been burned to the ground for me the first time. Then they started f-cking with my phone and my apps. Directing me to bad people and directing them to me and taking over what could have been a genuine personal experience between ideal matches, but instead, was interrupted, disrupted and reimagined into a false context on my behalf without me knowing about it.

One of my superpowers is that I can take a woman to the deepest darkest reaches of her own soul. I'm not even really sure how I do it. That is probably the mistake right there. I am not actually doing anything. It isn't some sort of magic wand or manipulative trick, like the kind that women use. I think it involves mostly just shutting the f-ck up and listening. But therein lies the problem. There is a big difference between communication skills and influence campaigns. When I take you to the deepest darkest reaches of your own soul, you will never be the same. My love is deep. So many of you are easily amused by skipping pennies on a reflecting pond.

One day, maybe 8 or 9 years ago now, I don't really care to think hard enough to establish a reference to the exact dates and times because names and dates and times and places have all changed. I know what they are because there is a record. There is always a permanent record. On that day, I received a phone call from someone who I believed to be my actual real life sister, not a metaphor, saying that my mother told her that I was under house arrest.

The lying, manipulating asshole was using a voice changer, spoofing a phone number pretending to be my sister.

What are you talking about? I have never been under house arrest and I am not under house arrest right now. It was her, calling, pretending to be somebody else announcing one of the lies that she wanted me to believe she was spreading about me, herself, directly to me, under the guise of pretending to be my sister.

Now, I want you to imagine me really close to your ear.

This is a direct threat. And now you are going to have to explain why you think that I am writing about you. And in this way, I am going to light a fuse, or rather, get you to light the fuse and it is going to burn a trail that will illuminate all of the entities surrounding you who have brought you to me. I am ground f-cking zero. And now, you are here.

You (the person to whom I am making a direct threat) are not who you think you are. You and me have been welded together by design by someone who manipulated both of us. And on the deserted island in my mind, there is nobody I would rather be stuck in the middle with than you.

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Decades ago, a guy who I knew who was a friend of mine who was also a manager I had previously worked for was sitting behind a desk in an office. He knew me and I knew him, for years.

We started talking and I said something that I did not believe had anything to do with anything. It was just one of those conversational comments that was not intended to be negative in any way. There was no conflict between us that I was aware of.

"Who told you to say that?" he asked me.

"Say what?" I asked. Whatever I said was so innocuous that I didn't even remember what I said after I said it, but there was something about the exact phrasing of whatever I said that seemed to either scare this guy, piss him off, or both. The guy was not afraid of me and I was not afraid of him and there was no malicious intent in anything that I said. We were friends.

He asked me again, "What did you just say?"

"I don't know. What did I say?" I asked.

"Somebody told you to say that to me." He said.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I said. And I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. However, something that I said resonated in a very bad way. Nobody told me to say anything.

There was some very strange movement for a minute. I had the feeling that I should turn around and leave, but I didn't.

He said, "I believe you." And he did. Or at least he said he did. And he should have. I still have no idea what he was talking about to this day.

This seemingly off the cuff comment that I made had nothing to do with anything as far as I was aware, but it meant something to him and I have no idea why I said it.

It was a genuine misunderstanding. However, he seemed to make a connection between two things that did not involve me, but were linked together based on something that I had said.

Pass through entities do not know they are messengers, sometimes. And sometimes a Trojan Horse carries a gift wrapped package that a messenger does not even know he has which further complicates the juxtaposition of his or her role as a messenger.

I saw this guy many years later at the Barret-Jackson auto show in 2020. I was there by myself. I hear someone calling my name. Nobody knows me here. And the last thing that I wanted at that time was to see anyone who I used to know.

He was directed to me or I was directed to him, or both. I was rude to him and I shouldn't have been. I felt bad about it later. I did not want to see anybody and there he was.

It was my birthday. He did not know that. The only person who ever made an effort to make me feel bad on my birthday was my mother.

I also remember a time from before that when I was still married, before I knew that I was going to get divorced, but my ex-wife and all of my friends and family did (but nobody bothered to tell me) when my ex-wife said to me that I am going to run into this guy at some point and that I should stay away from him and she started trash talking him and I had no idea what she was even talking about. At that time, I hadn't seen the guy in years and I had no idea what she was talking about when she said this to me.

One time I watched someone I used to know try to gaslight me realize that what she was doing to me had been done to her by the person standing right next to her who brought her there to gaslight me. She did not realize it until I explained to her. Wow. Appreciating the beauty of that memory now, in hindsight, when at the time I had no idea what was happening is an amazingly beautiful thing. Memories are all we can possess. And sometimes when you realize the true context nature of something that seems like a nothing burger, you realize that it is really an extraordinary work of art. Like watching a would be arsonist accidentally light themselves on fire.

I would like to have dinner conversation on my deserted island by that candlelight.

My mother once told me that my father was diagnosed with cancer and then wouldn't let me speak to him. She cured him a few days later with prayer. She tried to put out the fire that she started by saying that a second opinion revealed a false positive diagnosis. My wife at the time, who was supposedly a doctor, pointed out that it takes a certain number of days for certain types of biopsy and other test results to be completed by a lab which would have made the timeline for such claims impossible.

I called my sister to speak with her about this and she told me that my mother never said any of that to her. I see. So now it sounds like I am making it up.

Just like when my mother called me, pretending to be you, saying that she had told you that I was under house arrest. I see.

And then I got a phone call from someone impersonating a police officer.

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I worked at a call center in Mesa briefly. One morning while we were waiting for the manager to arrive and unlock the front door, I was sitting in my truck in the parking lot. A woman who worked there arrived in the parking lot and parked the car she was driving. As she got out of the car, I got out of my truck and I said, "Good morning, doctor." She gasped audibly and made a choking sound that has uniquely distinct audio characteristics of the kind I remember hearing from my ex-wife when she became upset. Never saw her there again, she just stopped showing up there for work after that. Was it something I said?

I couldn't find any information on who held the lease on this space, but the office was just completely cleared out one day. I showed up there, parking lot completely empty. I looked through the window and there was nothing inside. All of the cubicles and desks had been removed. And here was that location. This was in early 2022.

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I worked another job in mid-late 2021 at this location. I have no idea what the company actually did. A guy just offered me a job and I showed up and they fired him the day he hired me. It was here that I worked with a woman who claimed she was an FBI agent. One day, this woman walks through the warehouse, where I was standing at the time. The woman who claimed to be an FBI agent points to her and says, "Does she look familiar to you?" I kind of looked at her, but she was walking away from where we were standing by that time, but she did walk right past me in this place where I worked. I said, "no." And the woman who claimed to be an FBI agent got this kind of irritated look on her face like she was mad or something. I said, "Why? Am I supposed to know who she is?" She just got mad and walked away. One day, I showed up to that place and everything was cleared out.

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At both of the locations that I mentioned above, there are time and date stamps left by the cell phones of the people who were in and around those locations during those times which can be confirmed based on their proximity to my cell phone and my location that can also be verified by the GPS data that is collected by my truck and the GPS data that they used to track me and my movement after they wrote down my license plate number and contacted someone they knew at the company that hosts my GPS and/or OnStar tracking data even if I do not have that service activated, which I do not.

So where were you during these times? We can certainly find out. I already know. My magic wand does not need a battery. You provide me with all of the information I need.

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