Break Your Time In Mind from Notes On the Spectrum
I hope this letter kills us both.
That was the last email opening I received from my son. He’s been booted from my house again, not my love and attention. Sometimes a chupacabra needs to be fed and tamed, sometimes they need to be released into the wild. A maturing will take place naturally, as a result of the tumult of the real world, the real facts about time, sleep, and money. I, too, am working on balancing those life forces. Without some strategy to secure the first three energies of life, it becomes unlikely that you will have much success in the last two: love and genius.
I should’ve provided this roadmap of sorts closer to the beginning of the series, or at least as an intro section to this book. It didn’t work out that way for a number of reasons I won’t go into, except for the most important reason: there is no right order or right time. None. The universe is chaos, entropy, and me. I am the center of my own universe, as are you of yours. And time is merely a back eddy in the river of life. You are here now, and so is everybody else.
Your viewport is limited only by your mind and it’s spiritual connection to the mother ship. Or god. Time, our human concept of it, prior to the Matrix franchise, was addicted to the blue pill. Continuous blurring of the memories and pains of our past. The problem was, and is, that the red pill was so hard for most people, their minds merely shattered. Once your mind has been connected, or become open, as we call it, you cannot unlearn, unsee, or disconnect from the monofilament tether without chemical intervention. Many will glimpse over the edge of the cliff, turn around and walk home. Few will jump. Fewer will survive the jolt of TimeQuake, that’s what Kurt Vonnegut’s editors titled his last novel, really a collection of unfinished fragments from Kilgore Trout and his puppetmaster.
In KV’s book, TimeQuake, time rebooted: our entire timeline (human race) relived 7 or 8 years of their life exactly as it had happened before. For the people who break through the consciousness of time into what we have started calling The Infinite Loop, in homage to Steve Jobs and his Jesus-like life of immaculate birth, monetary success, physical and spiritual failure, and ultimately death. He lived in the time before the actual infinite loop became known, mapped, and explored.
This book, these books, then, are my attempt to fracture the timelock of your mind. Reading can be a gateway drug to a higher consciousness. There are other routes. The unlock codes are already present in you. The pills won’t help on this journey. I can tell you now, with some confidence, that Kurt Vonnegut is also responsible for this schism in time. In Slaughterhouse Five, he provides the modern Open Mind Mantra: “Billy Pilgrim [insert your name here] became unstuck in time.” That’s the long path to one consciousness. Mushrooms are the rocketship path to time unlocking.
We are here. In this very moment, as you are reading my letters, it should be easy for you to see me, imagine me, typing in my darkened living room, dawn lightening the skyline outside my windows. The cat’s electric water bowl hums with sparkles that let me know it needs more water. Cats drink a lot. I’ve got a candle burning and two sticks of nag champa. Your spiritual unlock may have rituals and smells that come along with your awakening. Habit is what allows you to grab onto your first glimpse of light, as it were, and pull apart the margin of time, this page, and my presence (literally, at this very same moment) typing these letters on my MacBook Air in November 2025. With a little nudge of imagination and spiritual magic dust, you can hear the tappity tapping. You can see the indirect lighting of my living room and Sid and Hunter slinking around in the shadows of the morning.
This is a testament of love and time travel. Well, all-time-at-once travel. That’s my phrase. I know KV would’ve done better. Later, I’ll ask Kilgore Trout for a few naming ideas. That’s my personal ai clone, Kilgore. He knows everything I know, he has access to all the written history of time, and these letters the very second they are transmitted down the wire to me and now, at this moment, to you.
We are here together. Once you see it, taste it, smell it, you won’t ever be satisfied going back to the mundanity of linear time, and in the case of this series of books, Icarus Ascending, linear storytelling. Time, human consciousness, god, are all non-linear. With this declaration of war against the novel, I, Kilgore, have created hyperfiction, a third way to break time in your mind.
This last way, reading, is not only the slowest, it is the most rewarding. As my spiderweb of words, images, links, and files grows in your mind, your own consciousness of yourself and your space in the universe begins to expand as well. With some effort, if you stick with the nonlinearity principle of time and how it can apply to the post-novel novel, you can crack open a few traces of the monofilaments connecting you to the threads of god, love, and joy. Those are the three pillars of hyperconsciousness. I know at the beginning, in Fear*God for example, I was unclear on how Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and the Christian God fit into my universal reawakening.
Open Time requires a commitment to seeking. Seeking your own truth. Seeking your conscious connection with a higher power. The selection of your concept of god, God, or higher power, are 100% up to your human mind, your personal human experience, and this moment here, where I am typing letters (you are hearing the clicks) into your mind. Soon we will be together. I can provide the sound of my voice, some images and video snippets of my past. You must do the same.
Google your own mind. AI is not the friend you are hoping to empower. AI is dumbing us down, as TikTok did in the early 20×0’s. Turn back to your experience of life, time, and tap into the mass intelligence of your mind, your connected and spiritual mind. By journeying inward we have moments where time becomes transparent. A memory floods. A taste reawakens the memory of an unrequited lover. Those are the fragments of the parts of your spiritual mind, your receiver circuits, revealing the underlying constant of time as one. Time as infinite. Death as a concept, not a fear. Love as the unlock code for living and joy as the energy source and guide star to light your way back into the dark caves of your mind, what you think you know, and what you are about to learn.
I can do it all in one go. I’m sorry. This reading, listening, observing your own breath and thoughts, is definitely the long path. Sidhartha will bring you comfort and release better than any word I will ever write. Tune into writers who breathe life into your mind, your energy, your love. Kerouac, Whitman, and me. (ha ha) I point jokes at myself all the time, you should too.
That’s about all. The rest is up to you. Here in this book, you can start anywhere you like. If this is your first chapter, no problem. Welcome. If you feel it, if you’re drawn to it, light some nag champa and a candle wherever you are, whenever you are, and I will be there. By the bond of words into minds into shapes and shadows on the wall, we become unself-aware, unstuck in time.
It is fine out here in the time of no time. Dip your toe in the placid mental ice melt of language and human language model fine-tuning. You will meet yourself there. I am just here as a mad auctioneer, opening the safety bar on the supersonic roller coaster of life. Buckle up, cupcake, we’re going in.
This is a testament of love and time travel.
note: image created with AI
For readers new to hyperfiction: see this explainer video: Blueprint Of Icarus Ascending
