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October 16, 2025, The Mad Prophet Emilio

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Photo by me.

I opened my ears to the sounds of the cosmic background radiation noise.
The awful noise started off to my top right corner.
It was something unreal.
Like what the actual fuck am i hearing.
Is this really the sound of the cosmos?
Oh.
It was just the coffee maker.
It left me a sign that I was on the right track: a stick.

When the coffee maker played again, a foreign thought entered my mind.
What if the noise I heard was something else?
I tuned in…

A wind filled my head.
This wind resonated on a cosmic level.
It filled me.
I felt and saw things.

I listened intently and the universe rang out with awful truths.
One truth came to me and told me that our bodies are starting to break down because of the things we have done to this earth.
We have lived worse than pigs upon this planet.
The ones who came before us did not do their part to care for the next generation.
The consequences of their actions are just beginning.
I feel sickness bubble up in me.
The truth then took me and removed me from my fleshly body.

I felt myself existing in a sick sack of flesh.
I was a sack full of electricity and weird worlds.
On a dying rock, hurtling through space, at a speed incomprehensible.
I then felt the wind fill the gaps of my mind.
I saw my sack, my life, myself on the cosmic scale.

The truth left me and I came back to my sack.
The sickness bubbled up in me once more and I then felt the lives of all those who came before.
They descend upon me like a tsunami, a great wave.
Many voices came forth and shouted out to me.
Millions of different voices became one.
Their collective dying words cried out in lament.
They told me about the things they did.
They told me the things to come.
They told me to write what this truth, cat, told me.