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I’m writing this because I’ve noticed a drop in synchronicity in the past week. That’s my perception of life — I can’t explain it, but it’s something I feel in the background.

I thought about what’s changed and what’s changed is “The Dictator”, a character created by the person writing this, has not “Dictated” recently.

I write privately coincidences that I witness, preserving evidence basically, but even with that I’ve left gaping holes in what I’ve not written.

Since I can’t write an “incidence” out in its entirety, I figure I’ll span the Dictation out like a gradient. I’ll write publicly something new!

So onward!

On April 4th, 2018 into this world was born a new Schrödinger cat! It shall be known as Caterpillar!

Caterpillar is the name of six kittens. Caterpillar is washed in quantum information from birth — an observed as incidences of synchronicity over time. When I first met the group of six kittens they were wrapped in a curl lined up from widest to narrowest strips. The middle one, the original Caterpillar, was the most ugliest and average of all of them. That little guy made an extra effort to love up with my during my visits. Just my luck — the ugliest likes me and I want to bring home a single Caterpillar.

The name Caterpillar is named such because the first time I realized I was seeing low level information I saw a CAT Road Compactor, owned by Caterpillar. Also, when Original Caterpillar climbed up on me once I mistaken him for a split second as a Caterpillar crawling up my arm. The name stuck.

The next few visits though the Original Caterpillar started looking more like the rest of the kittens, so at that point is when I decided since I’m only bringing home one kitten and I might fall in love with another. So for convenience, all of them are Caterpillar.

After a few weeks of visiting with Caterpillar and waiting for them to mature enough I can take one away from mom, I come over to discover that four of them were rounded up and taken to the pound. Caterpillar was now two kittens. Original Caterpillar was not among the ones that stayed. To be able to tell the difference between the two one was named Cater and the other Pillar. I brought home Cater and Pillar is our control group to see what happens when a Schrödinger cat is left with it’s mom until adulthood.

ttt66666666666666fffffffffffffffffffff <– Cater’s aka Caterpillar’s contribution to this post.

Caterpillar is the most generic of all the Schrödinger cats I’ve encountered. She’s still discovering her capabilities. I refused to look at her junk to see what sex she is, one day my sister in law looked and told me Caterpillar is a girl. No Balls. Damn. I wanted a boy, after 14 years of Fake Mary, both Cater and Pillar are both girls. While thinking about her “coming out” with her gender, she started chasing her tail. My girl — I can literally say this: Caterpillar, my cat, discovered she was a girl and immediately started trying to get herself some tail.

I just got lucky with my first two Schrodinger cats. Gourd had a tinge of Donald Trump in him and Fake Mary had a tinge of Russian Prostitute in her. That was just pure luck they were the Dictator’s cats. Gourd is still around, but he’s become an outside cat by choice.

One thing I’ve noticed about synchronicity is it seems to increase when a plot point for “The Dictator” happens. The day I brought home Cater aka Caterpillar I met the African American version of my sister in law at Walmart as a greeter. I took a selfie and told her that her mere presence was enough to make my day. My brother’s African American mirror works at Circle K, or did. He may have quit. There were other instances that day, but it’ll all absurd and doesn’t seem to matter.

On to other subjects. . .

I believe for the first time I had a “third person” speak through me. I was at work and talking to someone and I had to call her baby. I slipped a baby into the conversation and immediately felt something leave my body. I then told her that was a third person and I didn’t mean to call her baby. She’s a very nice lady. Nothing came of the conversation at the time. Looking back, I did, for the first time, speak for a third person to someone else. Gives me a new perceptive on God I hadn’t considered. Another perceptive of “The Third Person”.

I haven’t been contacted by anyone in months. Just in the past few days I was sent a message that said “Speak no evil. Hear no evil. See no evil.” I googled the name. He seems to be a Pastor from OK, I haven’t heard from any people interested in my project and for the first time in months I get contacted by a pastor. Seems about right. I’m running a Google Ad Campaign that likely attracted him. I hope it spreads to others, 320 million Americans can’t all not see me.

That’s it until next time. I’ll try to write more. One day a ghost writer is going to have to come behind me…