I recently gave up social media. Twitter. It was always a bit of a cesspit, but the bollocks was amplified after the left migrated to pastures new. Leaving a rump of right wing nuts cases who don’t know what Conservatism is, even if it walked up to them, introduced and explained itself.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a Conservative, nor wholly left wing, definitely not a Labour Party supporter. However, I sympathise heavily with the plight of the working class man, because I am one.

Still. The twitter algorithm is a menacing beast. It’ll feed you tits and violence in equal measure. Not constantly mind, just enough to spike your dopamine levels to keep you engaged. Then you’d have a stream of subjects you find interesting, intermittent with political messaging that the leading cabal wants you to believe. Left or Right, they own the political landscape. And manage the messaging into those ecosystems with absolute precision.

But here’s the thing, as a sentient human beings we have our own ability to manage what messaging (data) we allow to enter our minds. Our sacred place. The most important realm in the universe. yet most of us don’t even have a picket fence surrounding it, let alone sturdy walls of to defend it. Your own castle. Or monastery, depending on your inclination. And how can you ever hope to know, to discover your own inclinations if the data used to acknowledge and explore your inclinations have been placed there by an app’s algorithm?

You think that’s your thoughts you’re thinking?

Anyway, it’s been 10 days since browsing, Twitter. What’s been the most difficult thing in giving up social media? Time. There’s so much of it now I’m not sure what to do with it. Like fucking loads of it. So I thought I’d give remote viewing a try.

I don’t think I’m very good at it. All I’ve seen so far is the back of my eyelids and although they’re technically a little distant from my eyes, I don’t think they count as “remote”. Definitely got the viewing bit, just up close and personal.

However, it’s good meditation practice. Especially if you’re dead poor and have lots of time to spare in the evenings. Have you ever tried remote viewing? You should try it.

I tried remote viewing aliens, and time travel, was thinking about watching a live porn show but the moral ambiguity wasn’t that ambiguous and I’d probably stumble in on my grandparents or something. The amount of therapy I’d require after that doesn’t bear thinking about. What else? Ah yeah, goblins.

After I exchanged a buried copper spoon’s location for a .sh script and a broken bell (which I never received btw) with Gemini AI, who made a rather convincing goblin persona, I thought I’d see if i could remotely locate goblins. No Luck there either.

I’m beginning to suspect that RV was a CIA pysops and a way of Lobsang Rampa to sell books.

Aliens, and goblins are worthy targets I’ll grant you. But tonight I’ve scheduled RVing the wood pigeon that keeps appearing in and my garden. And there’s a back story to this.

See, I thought that if anyone was deserving of a nightingale it would be me. Yes, that’s rather presumptuous, big headed and, perhaps borderline narcissistic. Yet I would fully appreciate the spiritual significance of the bird; and that in itself is all the required necessities as far as I can tell.

But no, I get a wood pigeon. And no ordinary one either. It sits on my fence and just stares at me. Last week with a frigging stick in its gob! And this evening when I left the house for a walk, it was perched on my roof. Staring at me.

I’m hoping (probably the Prometheian kind) that it’s actually a nightingale, only a magical one disguised as a pigeon. You know, like an old crone at the well who asks for a pale of water? So tonight, I’m going to stare into the sacred void and see if the cheeky bastard stares back.