Of Fractals and Fruit Flies

Well, friends! I have been SWAMPED! All good things, (I think) but transitions are hard and I promise not to complain about it here, since no one likes complainers anyway. Suffice it to say that I am both nervous and exhilarated!

I am sharing above, an excerpt from the adult clown show I co-wrote and devised with my creative sister and best friend, Gillian Hastings, or the clown Gilly Willy, as it were. We play hyperbolic versions of ourselves where Gilly Willy has gone full woo-woo and my clown is a tinfoil hat-wearing lunatic. What’s it about, you ask? Well, here’s a snippet from our marketing materials:

Gilly Willy and Toni Woni have had a huge revelation and are now preparing themselves for... something... although they can’t seem to agree on what it is. Spiritual enlightenment? The apocalypse? Only time will reveal the answer. In the meantime, the system never sleeps, and so they must work… on internet content for you! Steeped in silly, this show offers a philosophical journey through a range of existential questions, perfectly suited for the perplexing modern era we inhabit.”

I really hope you send your eyeballs to the Silent Theatre Substack if you wish to know more about this project, or if you would like to collaborate on producing it in your neck of the woods. We are clowns for hire!

What I am certainly most excited about is the fact that Mary Poindexter McLaughlin, fellow theatre nerd, Substack Sister, a woman I am lucky enough to call a friend and who is crazy enough to agree to be our first director for this show, has agreed to co-produce this little play in Florida! I am beyond tickled to go on a roadtrip with my bestie and spend 10 days with Mary!! As much as my life is absolute chaos, I have a remarkably eclectic and wondrous existence! Thank you, Universe!

If you have been here for a while, you know that Mary Poindexter McLaughlin is a beautiful writer and poet and she even wrote a review of our show last year:

Thank you, Mary, for adding your artistic juju and unique lens to our journey!

EDIT: In a very drumroll turn of events, Mary is also launching her new production company Art of Freedom LIVE, and your humble writer is simply over the moon for what it can bring culturally to us as a society. Check out these vision goals:

My vision is twofold:

1) to produce this staged reading as a living example of varied viewpoints co-existing on the same stage, and

2) engage the audience in a talk-back after the performance to encourage open-hearted listening and dialogue.

Ultimately, my vision is to harness the inherent power of theatre to build bridges between and among local folk.

2026 — you are turning out to be one heck of a year!

Now, while in Florida, we’re launching in-person post-show discussions. After holding an intimate bonfire conversation with CJ Hopkins last fall, I am so moved by the power of face-to-face interactions. As my clowny co-conspirator says:

We really want to get people talking to each other. As the clowns in our show learn, even when it seems like we are seeing the world from grossly different perspectives, it is the shared miracle of being alive together here on planet earth (wow!) that can help us see through the lens of love, rather than fear and division. We want to create space for that kind of dialogue.

Gilly Willy

If you’re into what you’re seeing, I could love your help:

* share the STC Substack post

* share the video on YT

* come to the FLORIDA show on the 27th or 28th of March if you’re in the vicinity!

* email me if you or someone you know might be interested in co-producing this play!

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A neurodegenerative disease is a condition in which nerve cells (neurons) in the brain or spinal cord gradually break down, lose function, and eventually die. These disorders tend to worsen over time and currently have no allopathic cures, though treatments can help manage symptoms.

There are many ailments that fall into this category, such as Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s, though some autoimmune diseases — including MS — can present with overlapping symptoms and also lead to progressive neurodegeneration.

Some people manage to live long lives with these conditions, and while medicine may slow their progression, it cannot reverse it.

Or so we think.

Enter nature, stage left. Or I should say, nature has always been there; we just had to remember to look around for its magic once again.

I first heard the word “Iboga” when I was doing research into addiction therapies. Desiring to find options for my cousin, whose alcoholism had taken hold beyond the help of conventional treatments, I watched this documentary:

At that time, the logistics of flying someone from Bulgaria to a place safe enough to administer the medicine turned out to be an impossibility. But the information stayed with me. If someone truly had the desire to kick a bad addiction, the high recovery percentage rate was impressive, nay, miraculous.

Dubbed the ayahuasca of Africa, the Iboga root is capable of making you face your demons; it is as intense as the Iboga Gods deem it necessary for your healing; it brings salvation through purging of dark forces that have taken hold and often comes to those only after every other option has been exhausted.

This all might sound a little woo woo. It’s important to remember that we are spiritual beings having a physical experience, and that there is far more we don’t know we don’t know than what we know we don’t know.

About a month or so ago, an online friend Caleb inquired if anyone knew anything about Ibogaine in a chat group. I shared the above documentary and mentioned the impression it made on me. At that point, I knew nothing beyond the addiction reduction qualities of Iboga so it came as a surprise that Caleb was looking to alleviate neurodegenerative symptoms from an ailment that the doctors had trouble pinning down, let alone healing.

I asked Caleb if he would be open to an interview to document his experience as close to the procedure as possible to capture it as fresh as it can be. To my delight, he agreed.

A couple of weeks ago, he took a leap of faith and flew down to Mexico, accompanied by a friend and a cane to help him walk through the door. The next day he sent me this video:

We scheduled the interview for September 10th. While the world was gripped by a televised assassination (whether WWE’d or not), Caleb recollected his experience with Ibogaine and how it profoundly changed his life. And he is at the beginning of this journey!

Our conversation covers allopathic and holistic approaches, psychedelic influence, costs, expectations, a few mentions of Gary Sharpe (this was on my end as he is the stacker most visibly writing about Parkinson’s), and the courage to go beyond standard of care.

For those interested in pursuing the clinic that Caleb attended, you can visit Ambio Life Services website. I encourage everyone to do their own research (otherwise known as reading) before you leap into any new healing modality.

Apologies for the video quality: I made the noob mistake of putting the Zoom windows in speaker mode (a habit meant to avoid looking at my own stupid face) and the recording jumps around between the two speakers. But you can also just listen.

If you find this information valuable, please do let me know in the comments. I have a few people I would be interested in interviewing who might help provide more information in alternative medicines and healing pathologies, some who appeared in my life through my own cancer research. Perhaps every couple of months, I can drop a new interview, not to saturate the airwaves as we already have several prominent stackers doing the good work. Shout out to Doc Malik!

I wish Caleb a durable recovery and hope he is open to a follow up perhaps a year from now. Blessings, Caleb! You look ready for life uninterrupted!

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It’s quite possibly a fact that all nodes lead to Margaret Anna Alice. I have met numerous stackers due to her tireless connection and amplification of people’s work (mine, included); it is because of her that I have the opportunity to meet and host CJ Hopkins on his Strangers in a Strange Homeland American tour (and please, do come if you’re in the Chicagoland area and say hello!)

I have had the absolute pleasure of collaborating with Margaret on several of her pieces, words that have withstood the test of time:

And so it comes as no surprise that it was all Margaret’s doing that I crossed paths with Noel Spangler. A man whose Substack alleviates the burden of the psychopathic times we live in through humour. I had subbed after only reading one post a while back, but in my constant desire to catch up on all the brilliant writers here on Substack, I failed to return. Until Margaret brought Noel’s stack back on my radar. A short DM exchange with her, a few hours of unexpected solo time, and the opportunity to noodle with some new AI tools, and the video above was born.

Luckily, Noel didn’t hate it because I am rather happy with how it turned out, considering it was my first use of these specific AI tools, and I wanted to share it widely. Check out more funny stuff at NewWorldHumor.com and give Noel a well-deserved follow:

I have said it a few times, but I’m going to say it again: Substack has provided a platform for deep thinkers, creatives, and top-notch writers to come together and help lift the veil of the reality we’re sold while we walk the world amongst those who have bought it line, hook, and sinker. I am honored to stand shoulder to shoulder, my brothers and sisters, even if we don’t agree on everything, even if we passionately argue. At least, we share an understanding that it’s all smoke and mirrors. (This is after I posted a pretty level-headed observation on FB (I know, I know, but if we don’t say these things to the normies, we’re just preaching to our choirs), and although I haven’t gone to check yet, I was already told privately it was a dumpster fire with unhinged emotional responses. I’d much rather hang out here and have real conversations with you lot. The delusion and madness of crowds is best left to Charles Mackay.)

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Are you tired of Epstein’s face yet? I sure am. But we can’t stop talking about him, can we? Because if we stop, they get away with it. His (s)mug is just a blunt reminder that we are ruled by psychopaths.

When I first heard Thumbnail Green’s track, I knew immediately I wanted to do an Epstein collab. But the weeks turned into months, my plate kept getting fuller, and then, the most recent ado with the unrelease of files or, rather, the lack of evidence that the files existed in the first place, unleashed a tsunami of epic Epstein memes that now became the focus of the background visuals for the track.

The memelords outdid themselves. I still have about 30 unused Epstein memes that couldn’t be included in the video. I’ve stretched the reasonable amount beyond capacity, including my expectation that you either be a speedy reader or pause frequently. And this is after I looped The Green Man’s chorus 3x to extend the song. The struggle is real for a meme lover in times of memelanche.

I’ll keep this post short because I’d rather take up your time with watching the music meme video. (memideo? 🥴) Thanks for taking a gander, and please do give my talented Aussie friend a Substack follow.

FWIW, here’s proof of my own street cred as I dangle this on my car rearview mirror:

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I wrote this piece three years ago when I thought I was going to do some audio-related content.

I always wanted to animate it, but with a full plate of projects, I never got around to it. I’m currently working on a Thumbnail Green track and have been trying to expand my arsenal of video tools. My kids were bugging me to get CapCut, so I finally aped into it and as a test, I threw in this old piece to see what AI would do.

The voice has trouble with the rhythm of the prose, and it sometimes mispronounces the words. Granted, it’s not the easiest thing to sort, and I imagine its predictive speech struggles to understand the string of words. But, all that said, I don’t hate it. The machine chose the imagery, and I do have the option to get more granular with the edits if I wanted to, but I thought I’d throw it up here as is. I also tried it with b-roll film clips so it can be more dynamic, but I hated it. If only it could create dynamic animations that matched the imagery! Then we’re talking! I’m sure that’s around the corner.

If you have the 5 minutes to spare, let me know what you think of the choices AI made with my words.

Hope everyone is having a great summer!

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One of my biggest joys in life is having deep conversations with my soul sister about things people don’t tend to talk about in polite company: conspiracies, spirituality, death, anything esoteric. About a year ago, we thought it would be funny if we did a clown show in which we would play hyperbolic versions of ourselves; an opportunity to exhibit some of the things we don’t say around normal people, but from the mouths of buffoons, perhaps a modicum of truth will stick.

We stewed on this idea for a bit, and then about three months ago, we decided to try and put it up. We started meeting once a week, and finally, about a month ago, we patched together a script. I am currently trying to memorize my lines. Yes, we open this Friday, and yes, I really should have had my lines memorized already.

A mutual friend had a spot in her space and graciously offered to host this crazy endeavor. Maybe a bit underprepared, maybe a bit lunacy, but this Friday, May 30th, Chicago is about to get two clowns who don’t mince words get up on stage and hope no one brings rotten tomatoes. Or maybe we hope someone does. I expect some people to walk out.

Anyway, the full pitch for the show is under my theatre company’s Substack, so you can find out more here:

3 weekends. 2 clowns. 1 apocalypse.

If you’re in Chicago, please come. If you’re not, we’re toying with the idea of filming it and broadcasting it here. Quick poll: Is this something you’d tune into? Would you sit through 90 minutes of buffoonery that ventures into lifting the veil of reality on a corporeal and spiritual level? Would you watch?

Either way, we’re doing it. I’m eager to get it out in the world because it has consumed my life this month. Live theatre, in theory, takes a lot longer to produce, but sometimes events happen, and we grab onto that wind and go with it. I’m pumped!

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Margaret already wrote an exquisite post about the significance of this video and the kindest words regarding our collaborations, and I sincerely hope that if you, perchance, don’t also subscribe to her (and you really, really oughta!) you click on this link to get the full experience.

My life has become enriched by having this magical woman in my life. Not only is she a wealth of knowledge that she freely shares, not only is she a powerhouse writer, but she also happens to have the rare quality of lifting your soul and empowering you to forge through the darkness. Margaret’s strength is inspiring. Even in the face of a monumental loss, she shows grace and unshakeable love for humanity. Sometimes, the universe knows exactly what it’s doing when it shuts some doors while opening others. I am ever so humble to have had my path crossed Margaret’s.

In a way, it doesn’t seem like five years have passed since the time the world turned upside down. The covid years feel like a black hole in my timeline. It shook the foundation of all my beliefs, it changed the relationship I held with people, it got me off the hamster wheel of life. And I am grateful for all of it. Even if it meant losing friends and reinventing myself. Evolution is painful. Last Monday was my husband’s (we aren’t actually married, but I’m going to use that as shorthand since it’s the closest to what our relationship is) birthday, and we had a big ol’ party. Five years ago, his birthday party was the last affair with all of our friends before the lockdowns. The composition of who was there was altered, but the spirit of folks celebrating the life of a friend, of lifting their voices in harmony, (and perhaps of imbibing a bit too much - not me, I don’t drink anymore, but I’m not judging) was the same. Most of us crave community and I am grateful for those who stuck around in real life and equally so for those I have met here in this digital corner of the internet.

And because in her post, Margaret mentions that we’re five years away from the big 2030 year that hangs out rent-free in the mind of any respectable conspiracy theorist, I thought I’d offer my own Apocaloptimist vision of what that might look like. And what better way to express that than in a simple pronoia haiku:

Everyone’s awake

Laughing, building, living free

Dawn licks every shore

In 5 years, those who welcome sovereignty will outnumber those who wish to be governed. In 5 years, those who build and shift paradigms will convince the rest to leave the paradigms that no longer serve. In 5 years, the world will be a kinder, more beautiful, and more fair place than it is now, and most definitely more loving than it was 5 years ago when we thought the end was nigh. We have already started a new beginning. It seeded deep inside us and the transformation was internal and, therefore, hard to see. In 5 years, though, the external will catch up. I offer this not as a prayer but as an affirmation.

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Thumbnail Green from the Oxymoron’s Substack wrote another banger, and I couldn’t help jumping into the collab. If you haven’t already, check out his music. When I hear people talk about how artists have become a hive mind of one ideology, I still insist that there are plenty of us out there who refuse to swarm to acceptable comforts and continue to speak uncomfortable truths. I got the opportunity to play with new AI techniques too which is always a treat. This is my second collab with TG. Take a gander at the first one which I was thrilled with how it turned out:

I have been terribly busy in my normie corner of the world as well. The International Puppet Festival was in town, and I got hired to shuttle performers for it (a job I was prevented from being hired for three years in a row because I refused the you-know-what), but since I was still substitute teaching in the morning, the last two weeks have been 19 hour weekday shifts and 14 hour weekend shifts long. This broad is tired. However, driving around in Chicago traffic and weather (it was -7F last Tuesday) also kept me on my toes, and I used every in-between moment to work on projects, ultimately managing to edit a few of my theatre company’s retroactive productions, and a music video for my dear IRL friend Alžan.

I have a couple more projects on deck for February I hope to share with you all. Including with some of Substack’s favourites. I know the world is burning. I am keeping half an eye on the news. As I was editing the Kill Box video above, RFK Jr. was getting grilled at his confirmation hearing. The anti-vax issue came up a lot. Every time it did, he reframed it as “pro-safety,” which is valiant, I guess. But I, personally, would have rathered him stand up tall and say, yes, absolutely, I am anti-vax. And if you deciphered actual studies instead of getting them filtered through the corrupt bought-and-paid-for-by-pharma regulating agency, you would be, too. And if you read “Turtles All the Way Down” or “Dissolving Illusions,” you would be too. And if you had any sense to look behind the curtain instead of parroting the crowd, you bet you’d have questions in dire need for answers. Why are we still tiptoeing on egg shells?

After the year I had I welcome all challenges to making America healthy again with open arms. We won’t get everything right. But I’d much prefer to eat crow than to have my children be slowly poisoned inside Kill Boxes by invisible powers profiting from our labour and our illnesses. We should have the courage to pull all our chairs up to the uncomfortable table. Americans got grit. Pass it down.

Make America Brave Again.

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Dear Embattered Americans,

There is no use mincing words: we are at the End Stage Empire. As I write this, merely a few hours ago, there was an assassination attempt (staged or real, who cares?) on a presidential candidate and the media took their sweet time crafting the narrative to bring us this:

A fall. Does it even matter? We’ve become so familiar with and accustomed to bread and circus that we’re part of the show.

It’s useless to mention that if TPTB wanted him dead, he’d be dead.

And it would bake your noodle just as much to ponder if no matter how grand the theatre is, don’t actors still f**k up their lines? The play doesn’t matter. Only how it makes you feel matters.

But every circus, sooner or later, has to pull the flaps of its tent and strike the stakes of its Big Top. The empty shells of the fire-roasted peanuts will litter the floor, the mud tracks of countless footsteps will harden under the blazing sun, and the stage bills will be picked up by the wind only to end up stuck in a pasture somewhere nearby. I’m not going to pretend that the demolition is going to be a light-hearted affair. I’d like to say America has had a good run, but there are oh, so many, many, MANY countries around the world that would strongly disagree. And they are surely popping the corn and pulling up their front-row seats at this very moment. Heck, some of our own fellow Americans are doing the same.

So, let’s give them one last big show. The world is watching.

Wipe off the flaking makeup. Put your smile back on. Turn the house lights back on. It’s time to break the fourth wall.

Dear Embattered Americans,

We can no longer ignore the set pieces falling around us. The more we engage in arguing in the stands about what we’ve been sold to believe, the more time the naked emperor is prancing around without anyone pointing at him. Even if you think you have escaped one reality for another, the hall of smoke and mirrors is endless; getting out of the maze requires not only knowing that we’re stuck in the maze in the first place but also our collaboration. Yes, past the identifying markers of what we look like, who we vote for, or who we invite in our beds, we’re a people of a relatively still new nation; a nation made up of all the different people of the world. Can you imagine if we left the stands of the arena empty, the empire’s thump frozen in mid-action, and we went to grow community gardens instead?

The storm is upon us. The empire uses our labor to pay for its avarice; it asks for the sacrifices of our children for its glory; and it engineers our consent to hold up the illusion of governance. No more. The line has to be drawn here. No further. The dissolution of big government might be painful but it has to be done. Participating in the voting process only prolongs the inevitable death. Holding your money in the banks is buying into the magic trick. Sending your kids to school is providing new generations to indoctrinate. What if we really did stop acquiring licenses, getting certificates, registering for events, asking for permission, paying taxes…?!?

What if we learned how to cohabitate in harmony not because it pissess off the empire (although, bonus!) but because deep down the spirit in me recognizes the spirit in you and it knows we can break bread together, and laugh together, and maybe, just maybe, find a way to make America OK again.

And look, there won’t be any applause at the end of this. No one is gonna be giving you a bouquet of flowers or sticking around for autographs. The marquee lights won’t flicker off immediately. But by then, the dust from the empire’s fall would fill the wings and we wouldn’t have to wait around inhaling its poison.

It’s time now. Leave the costumes and the props behind. Where we’re headed, no need to play pretend.

Blessings to you all

This post was made in response to Kathleen Devanney’s call for citizen’s SOTU addresses.

I also wanted to play around with some of the AI Lip Synch tools, hence the video. Of course, the irony as I ask folks to stop play-pretend is that I’m using the biggest play-pretend of them all: Artificial Intelligence. Maybe that’s a turn-off. Or maybe that only helps expose how much of an illusion we really do live in.

But a funny thing happened on my way to export: I either don’t know what I’m doing or there is some kind of safety mechanism built in for catching unsavory rhetoric because I was only able to export half the video, the rest kept blowing up with error messages. I changed my specs several times to see if it was a length issue or a size limit issue, but I could never get the other half of it out, finally letting it be in the wee hours of the morning. So. I hope you’re reading instead.

Kathleen, thank you for prompting this exercise. Even if I’m not quite a proper American, I still love this country. Not many places that will let you go around saying this s**t.

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I’ve been compiling a memelanche post for the end of the year, which I’ve been pleasantly distracted away from by other projects and so a brief update post:

First off, the last few months, I’ve been really interested in all this supernatural and occult hidden hand behind what we perceive as reality. Coming from the theatre world, it’s no surprise that I’m drawn to it: stories of mysteries are spell binding. It’s also interesting to see what stories take hold; why do they sound totally credulous to some and wildly unbelievable to others. Where do I stand on the believability spectrum? My needle fluctuates on a framing scale that itself shifts against the metric of civilization.

I had stumbled upon a podcast that set me off in a few different directions and then Mathew Crawford of Rounding the Earth Substack met with Matthew Ehret of Matthew Ehret’s Insights to talk UFO Cults and it might have melted my brain a little bit. It definitely moved my needle so I put together an 8 min highlight video (pasted above) to distil it for myself and to recap it for others if ever a Part 2 to the conversation was to take place. And there is. Tonight, December 19th at 9p ET on here and here. So, I’ll be wrapping presents taking part of a holiday that is based on a supernatural tale, one that I could not partake in growing up under communist buzz-kill only to now be exploited by capitalist feudalists to extract as much value in a commercial craze and the dang carols are so darn catchy and pass me the ribbon because kids, ya know? But while I’m doing that, and sipping some vino, I’ll also be listening to Part 2 of UFO Cults because I want to wrap my brain around this lever of control and I want to expand my understanding of all THIS. The post comes at the heels of Mathew’s conversation with Gabriel from Libre Solutions which only recently having caught up with, filled in many gaps in my understanding. Watching them riff off of each other is also pretty remarkable.

And so I was extra thrilled to join Gabriel and friends Liam and Margaret for another Digital Autonomy in the Arts conversation.

Substack is wonderful for enabling access to the minds and talents of unique thinkers and creators and I am overjoyed to be a part of this ecosphere. We got to discuss AI and art and war and unique gift ideas, and even managed to sneak in more collaboration potential. Coming soon!

And lastly, on a random monday a couple of weeks ago, I got the opportunity to fill a spot in the Rounding the Earth podcast. I put my youngest to bed without a hitch, I managed a quick shower. I even prepared notes, you guys! I wanted to talk about all this woo woo in the Matrix because that was now inexplicably butting up against me wanted me to engage with its mysteries… and as fortune should have it, one of the twins woke up from a nap with a fever. I tended to him and I jumped in the stream but in my haste, instead of expanding my notes, I clicked out of them. With hundreds of tabs open and the countdown reaching the end, I tried winging it all from my chaoting brain. I don’t suggest you watch, but posting here for posterity, so here is that malarkey of mine:

For sharing the UFO highlight reel, here are some options:

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The author of Visceral Adventure believes in the gift economy and therefore offers all content with no paywall, asking you to contribute whatever amount feels good to you. Since value is unique and subjective, only you can decide what (if any) contribution is gifted at this time. All contributions benefit and support my family.

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Thank you for being a part of my journey!