Dreams & Stubborn Staph Infections: Take Charge of Your Life

Today, we’re wondering if we can record a podcast in the symphonic cacophony of Mexico and why some cities are like a blonde with big tits. We’re dissecting the cost of keeping your butt cheeks closed at the TSA and why San Miguel de Allende is a Neo-Gothic fantasy in pink. Plus, I’ll share how a stubborn staph infection in my mouth led to the realization that I’m just a tourist in my own life.

Whether you're here to decrypt the metaphors in your dreams or you just want to know how much arsenic is in the water, let’s drill down.

For more Chron Con, including tips on how to seek salvation in an insane world: https://chroncon.com/. And if you like futuristic and fun fantasy, check out my newly created Substack: https://chroncon.substack.com/.

Transcript

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Crime time Crime Time.

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Welcome back. Welcome back to the show. I wanted to apologize. Last week there's noises. It's tough in Mexico to keep the audio clean. It's just the truth. There is going to be dogs barking, there's going to be fireworks, there's going to be lawnmowers, there's going to be people yakking in a different language. I uh can't control it. Last week, for example, you might have heard some clipping and clopping like a Clydesdale. Well, that was because the woman upstairs decided to wear her high heel shoes all day long, and she decided to walk basically a fucking marathon during the day. Alright, I won't bore you with the tedium of the audio.

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Okay.

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Um I will tell you this, that same woman, she arrived here in Mexico one dreary evening around nine o'clock, I think it was a Thursday, with her husband from Texas. They have a big SUV. They backed that motherfucker right into the spot, and they wasted no time getting down to having sexual intercourse. So here I am in my chambers at night relaxing when I hear a curious sound above me. It sounds like this, it's And I'm like, are they having sex already? Sure enough, they were. And interspersed in between her delicate moaning was him kind of like shit talking, but I could hear it through the floor, so it's muffled and murmured, and it's like let's go ahead and put it all together. You get the point, but I will say this, it's so funny with married couples, there's like a dual personality, a dual persona. You get the daytime couple where one person, Dennis, might be like, Hey babe, if you go out later, could you get me some orange juice? And she's like, Okay, Dennis, no problem. And then at night the freaky shit comes out, and he might be like, Swurf your tits together. And she's like, Like this, Dennis. And he's like, Yeah, source those tits. Anyway, welcome back to GronCon, baby. I've made it, you've made it, that's all that matters. As always, I'm bringing you the truth from my bathroom booth. And the truth is, ever since the age of twelve, I've had the ability to discern fact from fiction. I realized very early on that we are all sort of walked away in a carefully constructed prison. Our freedom is illusory. Those institutions that claim to work in our best interest are the very ones that hold us captive. Public school, that's where it starts. Government, media, that's how it's perpetuated. Financial institutions, it's all a clever ruse, wake up. Our chronic conundrum is that we remain trapped by these institutions, and even when we start to see the truth, we still can't break free. Why is this? Because the game is raked through the control of society through so-called experts, teachers, senators, news anchors, financial advisors, you name it. We are taught, starting at the age of six, to give our power away to authority. That's what public school is all about. It creates a lifelong Stockholm syndrome. And we saw the effects of this during the whole COVID scandemic, the whole trust the science, trust the experts, brainwashing campaign brought to us by governments and big pharma. The bad news is that this expert class has controlled us for millennia. The really bad news is that with the proliferation of AI, it's only going to get worse. AI chatbots are slowly and surely training you to accept one answer, the answer to any given question. What could go wrong? Well what can we do? Well, I'll tell you what I'm doing. Me and my family, we've hit the road. We're we're down in Mexico right now, okay? But we plan to bounce from country to country. Yes, we're trying to escape the control of legacy institutions like public school, but we're also attempting to evade the digitized tentacles of a cybernetic borg. No big deal, right? I'll tell you the great news. You can join us on our adventures, me and my family as we fight for our very fucking humanity. To learn more about what we're doing, you can go to crowncon.com that's chr-o-n-c-o-n dot com. Or just click the link in the show notes. You can check out my writing on Substack, you can check out some artwork, and you can even check out a very secret site, okay, where you can get more information about us. And as always, if you like the show, please share it. I do not want to go on Twitter and whore myself out. I don't want to go on Twitter at al. Not at all. So help me out. You got an uncle that likes to hear about people having sex, send it to him. You got other people that like to hear about neurotic things, send it to them. I would be indebted. Alright. Enough of all that. Let's get into the show. I have been sick, I will be honest with you. It's been two weeks that we've been down here in Mexico. I've had some shit. I've had some shit. I've had some gross stuff. I've had some nasty stuff, and I've had some awful stuff. Do I want to say I had a staph infection in my mouth? I might have. Did this staph infection cause like these cracks and bleeding lips and awful thing? Yeah, they did. Yeah, it did. Did I have diarrhea? Was I shitting out green fluid yesterday with little bits and specks? Yeah, I was. Yeah, it's been awful. But today, I feel pretty good. I am never gonna be one of these Instagram darlings that only shows you the wonder and beauty and splendor of a place. No, I'm gonna show you the fucking diarrhea specs. I'll show it to you. I'll put it in the fucking show notes if I need to. This is not how I was going to start the show. I just wanted to let you know in case I don't sound in tip top form. Yesterday I was half dead. I was literally half dead. I thought, you know, if yeah, I've said this before, I think, but if an asteroid was coming, I wouldn't be sad. I would say thank God. Let's end this shit right now. But I suffered through a dark night of the soul last night. I had a lot of weird fucking dreams with like geometric patterns and numbers and like fucking mystical math. And then uh yeah, I awoke feeling pretty chipper. Like I was like, oh, I could have sex with my wife. That's when I know I feel good. I'm like, hmm, I could have sex. When you don't want to be dead from an asteroid and you're like, oh I could have sex, you're back. You are back, the life force is back, and it feels wonderful. It's a celebration, honestly, because for two or three days I'm literally half dead, and now today I feel good. So thank you for putting up with me. And let's get into the real show now. On the way here, on the flight down, we witnessed some stuff. It's funny, you know, travel is so funny, people are so bent out of shape and stressed out, and you know, the TSA doesn't do anybody any favors, and we're going through TSA and they have the facial recognition, facial scanner kind of stuff, and there's this poor guy in front of us who was going through, and he was uh yeah, he was a great day dingling, to be honest with you, but it's not his fault. If you picture like a Milton from Office Space, if you're familiar with that or better yet, there's this Irish movie called Filth, and this guy, the character Clifford Blades, it's this kind of character, this kind of like loser, chubby guy with glasses, and I'm not here to malign this guy, I'm just trying to set the stage for you, okay? Because this is the kind of guy for which facial ID won't work for whatever reason. Yeah, it's kind of like a cosmic, karmic joke for this guy. I feel so bad for him. He's squinting into this device and saying, No, the woman's saying, Nope, it doesn't recognize you, you're gonna have to back up. He backs up, nope, you're gonna have to move forward. He squints, he takes off his glasses, he tips himself down, he brushes his hair. And the whole time that this is going on, his wife is behind us, somehow she got behind us and she's rolling her eyes and she says, This always happens to him. Yeah, this is going on for like five to seven minutes. And if yeah, I'm thinking in my head, I'm like, why the fuck do we pay for TSA Pre if we have to stand here like a fucking Jamoke? If you're not familiar with TSA Pre, you're from another country, it's you can skip some stuff, right? You skip you, maybe you don't have to take off your fucking shoes or like spread your butt cheeks and you can leave your computer in the bag. But in this case, you know, it didn't matter because we're waiting and waiting and waiting for this guy. And the biggest fucking joke, the most ridiculous part is that there are signs everywhere. There's a sign that's highlighted at the end of the queue. There's a sign above the fucking camera for the facial recognition that says, you do not have to do this. You can simply opt out. So this fucking boy I'll call him Clifford because he looks like a Clifford. Clifford's going through this whole fucking thing with his wife waiting, rolling her eyes, getting impatient. You know, she goes, It's because he got a haircut. I'm like, I don't think so. I think it's because he's a fucking Clifford. So they finally, another TSA is like, Jesus Christ, bring this fucking guy over to me, you know, to ask him some questions. His like shirt's untucked now, he's sweating, his glasses are skew. It's a fucking shit show. And I'm looking at those signs, I'm seeing that they're highlighted, I'm like, how the fuck didn't he see these signs, right? One time my wife and I, we did, we did, we got our we got them taken, the pictures were taken, I regret it, because I want to opt out of the technocracy. Fuck you. And technocracy is not technology, don't confuse the two. But the technocracy will use technology to lock us down. So anyway, I get through the thing, you know, the whole thing, screening and x-rays and all the bullshit. And so did Clifford finally, and he's tucking his shirt back in or he's fixing his glasses and he's mopping his brow. And I walked up to him and I said, Hey, I just wanted to let you know. And he gives me this look like he's fucking traumatized and terrorized because he thinks I'm gonna make him do something else, right? And he's like, he's he's been abused. And I go, just so you know, you don't have to do the facial uh recognition. You can opt out of it. And he gives me a very doubtful look, and he's like, Oh no, no, I know you it says it right on the sign there. It's highlighted, look, look, you can see it. And above the camera it says, you don't have to do it. So you don't have to do it, just so you know. Like we we didn't do it. We just said we opt out, and she's like, okay, and we had to show her a license, and that's it. But some people, the Cliffords of the world, they just can't see the signs. Even when they're highlighted, even when they're right in front of their fucking face, they can't see the signs, and there's nothing you can do about it. Now, I don't want to say that I'm so have so much integrity that I would never do X, Y, and Z, okay? They're the Cliffords of the world, then there are me. I will break for convenience. I'll tell you what happened. Uh our flight, as I mentioned last week, it all fucked up. So when we finally were gonna get on our flight down to Mexico at like 12 at night after such a long delay, an eight-hour delay, we are getting to the front of the line, and I see to get on this international flight down to Mexico from there is a fucking facial scanner. And I go, fuck it, let's just do it. Let's just fucking do it. I gotta get on this flight quickly. And we did it, and our data was already in there from that first time that we did it, so it was like bing and it recognized me as myself, and I got on the flight. Alright, so finally, we are finally down in Mexico. I'll say this, my wife got us a gringo friendly complex to stay in for the first month because she didn't want to traumatize my son, you know, pulling him away from his friends, from his culture, from his schooling, you know, his homeschool program, from his sports. She wanted to ease him into a life down here, so it's a gated complex. There's security, there's the pool, there's pickleball, there's a jacuzzi. That is Mexican for a hot tub, okay? We've been using the Yakuzzi every night because not many people are here because it's the quote unquote rainy season. That means afternoon showers, but people don't tend to come down here in June and in July. And so yeah, we've basically had the whole complex to ourself. There's like maybe three other families here, so it's been pretty badass. Now, is that our ideal to stay in a no, it's not, to stay in a complex. You know, we want to stay in one of these little charming Spanish influenced houses at UC Yeah. That's what we're looking at, you know, to transition into after that. And I will say that the rain at the beginning of this trip, it was atypical because a hurricane had come through off the coast and there was some unsettled weather, and so it actually rained a fair amount of the day, four days on end, and so like we don't have a car, we gotta walk to the grocery store. It was a little bit challenging. Thankfully, that happened before I was sick. Thankfully, because that would have been awful. But not having a car, it makes you make decisions to what is vital. It limits your consumption because outside of technology, it limits the ability to consume. Yeah, you can still sit in your house and be on your phone and do all that. Yeah, we have Wi-Fi, we have all that. But when it comes to the real world, like grocery shopping and using Google Translate to do it, it limits what you can buy. And so every day is a challenge, and every day is an opportunity to reevaluate what is most essential to you and your family. And I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I I tend to skew negative, in case you didn't know, at least at the beginning of the show, I skew negative, right? Until my higher self, my better self can come through. This is not a rainy place, this is not a dismal or dreary place. This is literally a place called the land of eternal spring because the weather is so beautiful. It's low 70s to mid eighties year round, very little rain, no humidity, kind of LA like. And uh San Miguel itself is a beautiful city. I know I've been to Paris, I've been to Rome, I've been to Copenhagen, I've been to Kyoto, I've been to Florence, I've been to Sydney, I've been to lots of places that are beautiful, that are notoriously beautiful. I'm not bragging, I'm just saying I have the perspective to make a judgment. And San Miguel is a wildly charming place. Okay, it's like walking through living art. And maybe it's because of the artist expats that came here in the 60s and kind of rejuvenated the place, you know. They took a an existing template that was a Spanish architecture, you know, and they they made it their own. And so yeah, when you walk around here on these cobblestone streets, you just it's an adventure. When you peek into doorways, you see the most extraordinary interiors that you've ever seen in your life. Not something that you would expect in Mexico, I have to be honest with you. It's just extraordinary interiors. And I love cities like that where you have to kind of tease out the beauty where it's not so in your face, you know. Some cities it's like a blonde with big tits. This is more like a neighbor who's French who moved in next door that makes her own bread, but it's beautiful. But with any city of beauty, it's always you gotta watch out for the parasitic leeches, and San Miguel is like that too. Like any city with charm, with beauty, there's the same progression. The city was built through some type of industry, and then there's an abandonment as the industry changes, and then artists come in, like weeds to fix the soil. So they stay in these cities for you know ten or thirty years and they revitalize them, and then normal people, some normies, they see it and they go, I want to live there, it's so beautiful. And then they go, you know, it's like the sweater vest mafia comes in and they start buying fucking condos and they fix things up and they gentrify it, and for a while it's like perfect. It's the perfect mix because you can go, you can live in beauty, and you can get some good food, but then it crosses the line, and I feel like San Miguel might be on the verge of crossing the line. But have no fear, there's still a very large contingency of hippies and wanderers and troubadours that call San Miguel home, and we have met many of these people. In one of our daily adventure walks the other day, we met this woman, Andrea, who comes, she's 65 years old, if memory serves. She's from Oregon originally. She has a son who at age 18 decided to take off. This is years ago, he's 37 now. He said, Mom, I don't want to go to college. What I want to do is I wanna take a bus, buy an old bus, and drive it down to Mexico and Central and South America, and just live life on the road playing music. And like all reasonable moms, she was like, Oh, do you really think that's a good idea? And he's like, Yeah, I do, and you know, I'm gonna do it, and you should come with us. And she was like, Hell no. She was working like slinging tile or something at a shop or countertops or something like that. And she had a house, and but she'd just gotten divorced, and she's telling us that she has this little coffee shop in San Miguel where she actually sells an alternative to coffee. Okay, she sells mesquite seed pod coffee, believe it or not. Mesquite trees grow all over San Miguel and they produce these pods, and once a year she pays local women to go harvest these seeds and she makes coffee out of it, and it's really fucking good, to be honest. I'm not just saying that. So yeah, she's telling us this story, and ultimately after the divorce, she has a house. She's like, man, maybe I should fucking do this. And yeah, she did it. She sold her house and she spent twelve years. Did I start? Twelve years on a bus touring Mexico, Central, and South America with her son, playing music for money and in order to eat. So for me, what an inspiration. Here I am completing a goal to the grocery store, it's drizzling out. Fuck you, retard. If you want to change your life, if you really want to live by a credo, a motto, a set of values that you hold near and dear to your heart, you have to make certain sacrifices. This lady, this Andrea, she chose in the twilight of her of her life, although she is very young and energetic and vivacious, she chose to jettison her conventional life to join her son on this fucking magical adventure. And she did it. Yeah, twelve years on a bus. I can't even imagine what the bathroom situation is like. That's what I always think about. I'm like, are we pooping in buckets? Are we wiping our butts? I couldn't handle it. God bless her for doing it. It's amazing. Yeah, she has a temporary home here in San Miguel. She's selling this coffee alternative. It's fucking amazing. It's an inspirational story, and her son is still doing it. Again, 37 years old, on the bus, playing music for money. Some of you might be thinking, well, big deal. He's pooping on a bus and he's playing music for tacos. Well, let me tell you, buddy. Andrea told us that this summer he's in Europe in at the Glastonbury Festival. He's playing music there. So he's like, he's designing his own life. He's not living the status quo. He's making his own life and he's making it his own. Some people are able to see the signs, recognize the signs, read the signs, and then follow the dictates of the signs. You know, Andrea's like, where's my life going at age whatever she was, fifty something at the time that her son proposed this amazing trip to her, and she's like, Well, I have this house, I have my job, I can't leave that behind. But the signs were saying, You gotta go, girl. You have this opportunity to have a second act in your life, and you better take it. And she did, and and some people do, and we're trying to live that life too. It's like a secular pilgrimage, as I said in the first show of this season, you know, it's a journey of faith, a journey outside of the safety of institutions. And uh I'm not saying this for myself, because I'm not there yet. I'm still in the Gringo complex. I'm saying for the Andrews of the world. This is a brave thing. This is a thing that unites yourself with your soul. In fact, that's a name of her son's project. His magical, mystery, musical, torbus, roaming carousel of characters is called the Soulfire Project. I'm just saying when you s read the signs, you see the signs, you take in the data, you make decisions, even if they're not pragmatic, and you leap. Sometimes you leap before you look, and you live a life of adventure, and you live a life outside of safety. Sometimes magic does happen. That's all I'm saying. And do I know that we're on the right path with what we've done by putting our stuff into storage, by traveling and not really even having any income, right? And seeing where things are gonna go, following our intuition. Is we crazy or are we doing the right thing? That's what I wake up in the morning thinking sometimes. I'm like, are we doing the right thing? What are we doing? The morning after we arrived here in San Miguel on a beautiful morning, we walk downtown from where we are up on the hill, took about twenty minutes, we get to the center of town, and the center of town is somewhat famous from its appearance because it's so beautiful, and in the center there's this anchor point, which is a church called the Parroquia de San Miguel. And if you look it up, you'll see what I mean. It was built in 1709. There was an architect that drew inspiration for the design from drawings, engravings, and postcards from European cathedrals, and he managed to combine the gothic elements with indigenous elements, and so it's a sort of neogothic fantasy in pink, and it can be seen from almost any point in the city. And the three of us entered this church that day, and you know, again, I've been to a million beautiful churches and I appreciate them for what they are, the beauty, the majesty, the architecture, I love it all, right? I do love visiting a great church. Um but in this case, as we entered the church, we made our way to the front, we sat in a pew, sitting in between my wife and my son, I was overcome with emotion. I just started to cry. And I'm not talking about breaking down, sobbing, you know, where people are giving me looks like what he did and what you don't. No, it was more like Ryan Gosling at the end of Lalaland, giving that look with the tears in the eye, conveying all sorts of emotion through his eyes. But to me, the kind of we'll say burbling up of those emotions at that moment, I think, of the beauty and the splendor and the opportunity that so few people have to travel the world like that and to live a life of adventure with your loved ones and leaving certain things behind. It's just uh a sign to me. Like I was uh something is saying, hey, listen, man, you are on the right path.

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Dream break.

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Yeah, it's time for a dream break. And new listeners, you might be saying, Dream break now, are you crazy? Let me explain. You can't wake up one day and say, fuck this, I'm leaving this chronic conundrum behind. No, it doesn't work like that. The reason is because you've been traumatized quite intentionally. You were branded at birth by governments and the medical industry. Then a few years later you are ripped from your parents and forced into a cinder block prison. Then you are coerced into becoming a wage slave, trading your precious time for freedom for income which they then tax. So deep down there's a collective, unconscious rage and sadness simmering inside of all of us. Something that can only be safely assessed during the dream state. We can't be free until we discover the truth. What about me? Well, I'm not your average dreamer. My sheets aren't just yellow from sweating, they're fucking brown. I've been recording my dreams for almost three years now on a spreadsheet. I have more than two hundred and fifty of them. I sort these dreams by themes and by keywords, and I try to get to the capital D truth by analyzing these dreams with the help of my wife. We spend one third of our lives asleep, unconscious, paralyzed, and defenseless, and yet most of us spend zero time thinking or talking about our dreams. It's time to change that. So listeners from season one of Chroncon will know that I suffer from sleep paralysis slash sleep demon dreams. Okay, and if you're unfamiliar with these types of dreams, I'll briefly tell you you're just frozen in bed. You're frozen, you're paralyzed, you can't move. And typically in these dreams enters a malevolent presence. It comes toward the bed and you cannot do anything to stop its approach. And in my dreams, because a lot of people have these dreams in the collective unconscious, the sleep demon, sleep paralysis dreams are very common and they're common throughout the world, and different cultures will have different terminology for the sleep demon. But in my dream, it's always a struggle to unfreeze myself from that paralysis so I can sit up in bed and I can give that demon the finger and say, fuck you, buddy. And in season one, we went through the whole progression of why this might be wrongheaded, that the sleep demon is really the sleep buddy that's just trying to show me that there's a deep dark well of sadness and despair inside of me that needs to be explored, and that I was approaching the dreams in the wrong manner. Alright, now that you're caught up on the details of my dream world, um, in this particular dream, I've woken up in my apartment in Arkansas at 5 a.m. Now, with these sleep paralysis, sleep demon dreams, you don't know if reality is reality or if you're still asleep. That's why they're so fucking frightening. And uh I need to calm myself down because my brain is racing because I had just had an anxiety dream. I don't know if this is a dream within a dream, or I had the dream and I'm now awake. But regardless, I must fall back asleep, and in this dream, I sense a presence over to my left, and it's Lucky the Leprechaun, which is my sleep demonslash sleep buddy. Now this dream is old. This is a dream from November 1st of 2023. So at this time I still thought the sleep demon was a foe, someone there, almost like a demonic presence in my life. Yeah, so I can sense old Lucky the Leprechaun squatting down to my left, down by my nightstand, and my blood, it runs cold, and I'm I'm suddenly overcome. I slip into my usual paralysis, which is a very strange feeling if you've never experienced. It's like you fall into the paralysis. But as is usual in these dreams, I have a desperate urge to unfreeze myself from the paralysis so that I can yell at Lucky, I can square at him, I can attack him, I can say fricky Lucky. But then, in some sort of semi-lucid state, I decide to relax into the fear, and I try to ask Lucky if he is a friend or foe in my mind sort of telepathically. But Lucky doesn't answer me, it's just silence. So I continue to try and relax. But my body begins to vibrate at what seems like ultrasonic speed, mostly my abdomen, hips, and upper legs. Then I notice that my legs are starting to drift to the right edge of the bed as they vibrate and hum. And I try to keep relaxing. I say, uh, go with it, see where Lucky's taking you. But I'm scared to end up not under the covers. So I pull myself out of that vibrational trance and I reposition myself in the center of the bed where there's safety. But Lucky doesn't like this. I gotta be honest with you, he does not like it. He was taking me somewhere, I chickened out. Now I don't know if he's friend or foe, so it's like, was he trying to kill me and he's mad because he wasn't able to kill me? Or he's trying to show me something and he's mad because I chickened out. Regardless, he's not thrilled, and as is usual in these dreams, I'm terrified, I'm frozen in fear, so I go, I'll go find my four foot tall Korean wife to save me, and I usually go running to her and I or I scream or I try to scream in my browse and say help me, help me. And I'm so desperate in these dreams for my wife to come in and see me in that state and wake me up, but it never happens. In this iteration of these nightmares, I'm calling out from my bed, I'm saying, help me, help me. This sort of sorrowful wail escaping me, and I'm stuck and desperate on that bed and I want her help. And then I see the sliding barn door to my room on tracks it opens, and then I see silhouetted by the kitchen light, my wife's hand waving back and forth in a repetitive, quick and friendly manner, kind of reminiscent of how the Queen's wave is, both welcoming and reserved. And I think, oh thank God, she's here, she sees me, she's gonna rescue me, she's gonna see how painful this is. But I continue to scream, I'm saying, yeah, I'm here, I'm here, help me, help me. But I soon realize that the hand is just a projection from Lucky. It's a sort of disembodied trick. It's just a white, gloved hand, almost like a cartoon hand floating there in space about seven feet off the floor. So it's hard to articulate that hand, that wave. It's a taunt, but it's also reassuring. It's very, very hard to describe. But I think, oh god, she's not there, she's not coming, I'm on my own, and it just adds to the kind of terror and loneliness that I'm feeling in this dream. And suddenly I wake up and I'm in that room, and it looks exactly the same as it did in the dream. The only difference is is at the barn door, it's closed. So I'd like to pause and take you back to the almost near present where last week my wife and my son and I were in San Miguel and we're at Benito Warres Park near the center of the city, and it's close to where these great white egrets nest up in these trees. They have this commanding view of the surrounding landscape. And the three of us are walking through this park on a perfect evening. It's 72 degrees, there's no humidity, the sun is out, and as we're walking, there's this bush to our right, and coming out of that bush about eight to ten inches above it, is a singular tall reed of broad green grass with some yellow accents, and it's gently undulating in the evening breeze. And I pause and I look at it because I say, Oh, I've seen that motion before, and that's the same motion as my wife's disembodied hand from the dream. And remember this dream was way back in november first of twenty twenty three. Yeah, but that undulating motion was such it was unmistakable, and I stop and I go to articulate this to my wife and my son, and I go to point emphatically towards this waving blade, just knowing intuitively that it's going to stop waving the second I point to it, and it does. I give them a brief synopsis of the dream while still pointing at it, holding its motion at bay, as if I am indeed controlling it. And when I'm done, I sort of snap my finger away, and sure as shit, that singular reed of grass standing above that bush like a beacon, like a message, like a sign, it starts to undulate again. Now remember, this is the this is my awakened reality. This is not a dream state. So the message is that I I can't rely on my wife to save me. It's a reminder from a year and a half ago. Just like in the dream lying there paralyzed in fear, scared to even move. Well, my wife is the one who found San Miguel, she's the one who researched Benito Warz Park. I'm just a tourist. I'm a fucking tourist in my own life. The dream world and the waking world, they're interrelated despite what empirical science tells us. There are signs, there are symptoms and symbology everywhere if you know how to read and interpret them. The Andreas of the world, which by the way is my great grandmother's name, the Andreas, the one who had the son with the bus. They're the ones that listen to the signs, they read them, they interpret the data. These people, they're not as batshit crazy as people seem to think they are, and they better not be because in my more advanced years I'm becoming one of them. In order to truly live life, you have to have faith in the etheric in the possibility of transmission outside of conventionally accepted pathways. You either get the message or you don't, but if you don't receive these messages meant for only you, it's ultimately to your detriment because these are the messages either to or from your soul. The source isn't really indistinguishable, and besides, it's inconsequential so long as you get the message. But am I getting the message? What was the parrochia de San Miguel trying to tell me as it continues to stand there boldly in the middle of this old city rising up in pink hued neogothic glory? Why the suppressed tears? Why the soul squashing sequestered emotion? Is this the reason I got sick? And what about you, my cronconos, my cronconiacs? What messages are you ignoring? Are you like Milton or Clifford from the beginning of this episode too fucking daft to read the signs? Are you just a tourist in your own life waiting for someone or something to wake you up? The signs are there, my friends. They are. Trust me. You just have to want to see them.