New World Old Tricks in '26: The Noxsoma Chronicles [0057]

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The Noxsoma Chronicles [0057]
11-16-2025 … Day 23637 (From Sol-2-Soul Sunday)

[Note to friends: I use this as the "secret archive." If you catch the references, don't blab to everybody, Ok?]

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It’s already 10 AM. Slept in today. Not as easy to return to 5 AM wake ups as we expected. Of course since we didn’t turn on the alarm, dot-dot-dot. Maybe tomorrow.

All activity on what we were working on yesterday will be suspended today. It’s beautiful and sunny and we are going to go outside. Maybe to the monkey bars. We are two days ahead on shows when we have generally been five days ahead. Sometimes seven. It feels like we are behind. But let’s get started.

We are making this a meat-on day because we have some left-over meat to eat. No waste. No worry. We can do three or four meatless days beginning tomorrow.

Weight is up a little bit. We have been close to 169 pounds since we started cycling meat-on meat-off and having protein shakes for breakfast and doing 100 (plus – now) biceps curls every day.

Let’s do that now.

If this gets too long I will cut it off and post it tomorrow. This was literally a drop from Universe. We had something else in Mind that has already been lost. Maybe misplaced. Perhaps it will return.

As the Women’s Liberation movement progressed, Jeannie stopped calling Major Nelson “Master” and started calling him “Tony.” [Memory is telling me that this is so. Maybe it’s not.] Mind recalls scenes when she [Barbara Eden] referred to [Larry Hagman] as “Major Nelson.” But sometimes as “My Master” – in front of Doctor Bellows – the command psychologist, who out ranked the Major. We can really go down a rabbit hole if we wanted to tracks how television paralleled the Womens Lib movement. Jeannie eventually married her “Master.” So much for Womens Lib.

So why did this come up? It was because of Jeannie explaining to Major Nelson that her “magic” didn’t work as he thought it did. Or should. [Paraphrase] – “If you flood a desert you might empty an ocean.” I just can’t figure out why this came to Mind.

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We’ve got enough for today’s transmission. Thanks for Subscribing. We will manifest abundance right into 2026. We have to cut you off here. But if you know where to find us – hop on over and read this lengthy [2500+ words] Transmission from Universe.

Monkey Bars Returns

Top of the week and a beautiful day to get back to the Monkey Bars therapy sessions. There is always a number of “thinks” that happen when we make comebacks on the bars.

First – the walk seems further. The distance manifests in “soreness” in the weakest parts of the legs, and a shortness of breath. When I mention “shortness of breath” this isn’t a dangerous circumstance. We notice that we breathe quicker, earlier in the journey. The trip to the bars is shorter than the trip to the markets and we can still make those. Just to clear that up.

Second – we get a good deal of footage recorded for the show. It’s a daily pre-recorded show and we put it together like TV. If we can drop a week’s worth of intros during the walk, we are ahead of the curve. That’s exactly where we like to be – just slightly ahead of the curve.

Third – we are always concerned – regardless of what we know by way of experience – that the vessel is going to under perform. We won’t be able to do a pull up. We will have to start from scratch again. That never happens. We always have a good training. Even when we get caught in the rain.

Finally – and I might add “inevitably” – we have a better workout than we expect. We have – literally – a broomstick modified for exercise; push up handles; a variety of resistance bands that we can use for both resistance and stabilizing the body to assist us in moves we cannot do without the boost … and an imagination full of, “let’s try this move” ideas.

And that’s how it was today. What was different – and we felt it too, albeit slightly – we were stronger somewhere in the pull ups, holds and hangs. We will credit the daily biceps curls. The seasoned “body builder” knows that hitting curls like that is doing more than working the biceps. Those elbows are bending with every curl and that is pumping beneficial fluids into those joints, tendons and ligaments. So although we were not bustin’ out mad rep numbers – it was like – “something’s different, – better.”

The return walk was more powerful of course. Another counter-intuitive cognition that blows away the conventional side when working out, is that we will be tired walking home. Honestly, sometimes we are … but we always get a bio-chemical boost [maybe adrenaline – but I don’t even know for certain these days] – that gets us back to Sanctuary. Five minutes further in distance than last year. We’re not – “I-could-eat-a-horse” hungry either. Although we do munch until we build the desire to prepare our daily meal.

We broke the ice today on the monkey bars. Maybe tomorrow we can break the ice on the 5 AM wake up. We shall see.

Forecast for 2026

In the series I talk about this guy I call Rico Noiter. He’s the pseudonym I use for a “real life” internet dude who I have been following for almost ten years now. Lately, Rico has been fullashit. That’s just my opinion. I had to quit listening to him for a while – but I peek in every now and then.

Back in the day – which was about 4 or 5 years ago – I would be on a frequency and Rico would be talking about a subject that I was just thinking about. Later – Rico started talking about stuff based on a video he had watched but didn’t reference. Well, your boy had watched the same clip and realized that Rico didn’t “gnosis-know” this stuff – he simply agreed with it. Many times the info he passed on turned out to be bullshit – or “horse shit” – as he likes to say.

Rico is one of these prognosticators. Let’s break down this word for the interested: pro -- means forward. Similar to the prefix “pre” which means “before.” It’s like they are homies. I point this out because some folks get it twisted. So the first syllable is not “prog” it’s pro. G n o s – is a word we use here often … “gnosis.” Biblically it means “knowing.” [The “k” sound morphed into a hard “g” somewhere along the trail.] In my lexicon “gnosis” is a spiritual knowledge. No proof. No logic. You just know. “Cate” indicates a process. So “prognosticate” is the process of “knowing forward” or basically predicting the future. In Rico’s case he would probably prefer to call it “forecasting.”

Rico has a rep among his fans for being “accurate” --- eventually. Especially in crypto currencies. The big one in particular. He also makes “vague” forecasts and then fits eventualities into his forecasts. It’s like forecasting “harsh weather” and when a tornado touches down somewhere within the forecasted zone … during tornado season.

These days your humble scribe is vastly more and better educated – particular in “his story” and the waves and patterns of civilization and human behavior. We are also sharp when it comes to listening to words and parsing the meanings thereof. Since we are still skeptical, [despite tsunamis of optimism] we catch contradictions in speech.

For example – Rico will explicitly state that he is not of a particular religion. Declare that he thinks all religions are horseshit – but knows enough about the religion he’s been casually immersed in --- [being an American White male from the mid-twentieth century] – to quote from its owners manual. Not hypocrisy in the “Book of Nox” – but a contradiction.

He also talks about manifestation, “gritology” ... [dead giveaway, if you know you know] and materialism and how the model is crumbling – and then, without even turning around – cites an example of how kids can “manifest” --- What? “Sports cars.”

Da fawk is that? If not materialism in its purest form? Exactly why the whirled is in the state it’s in currently.

Rico also “predicts” for twenty-six that cults will form. “No shit! Sherlock.” When have they not? New Thought Movement. Theosophical Society. Bavarian Illuminati. New Age Movement. Self Help Movement. Transcendentalism. The Secret. Course in Miracles. Heaven’s Gate. Jones-town. Pick Up Artists. Zumba. Cross-fit. When have there “not” been cults in America?

Rico also hedges by telling the audience that they probably won’t notice when his predictions come true because we are not paying attention. Once again we are back to the Matrix and Neo’s visit to The Oracle. “Her message is for you alone.” There are still a lot of heads who are not familiar with the Full Metal Ox. We live this stuff – so when someone like Rico makes “predictions” – and having followed for so long – we get it. He will throw out a dozen vague scenarios and when something bubbles up, he will claim that “this is what I was talking about.” It’s an easy call. [We do it here every day. But it’s lil shit. Small manifestations that assure us that Uni’s still got our back. In fact, we have a segment dedicated to this in the show. But it’s “our” path. If others don’t get it. It’s okay.]

Not impressed. But still I listen & read from time to time. Eyes rolling. Teeth grit. Because Rico has something that comes through even when he’s talking shit, which is more often these days. It’s like that vein of “gold” that was once plentiful, plus we were more interested in “gold.” Three “thinks” have changed. That strike has been mined out. We are no longer interested in the product and the product itself – ie the “prognostications” have less value.

Our 2025 battle cry was “Survive & Thrive in 2025” and that’s what we have done. We have celebrated our manifestations so much this year it had begun to sound like bragging to us, so we cut it off.

2026 is going to be better. If you watch the show – you already know. No reason it should end because we are stronger, bolder, more faithful & confident in our “magic” and beliefs. Plus, we don’t have to denigrate any of the world’s religions, nor promote others. We don't adhere or "belong" to any of them. However—they all have "something" that's useful daily. Just like Rico.

That my friends, is a great place to be.

We can assess and state our opinion that Rico is fulla-shit, without feeling like we dissed him. We are not cutting him off. Sometimes there is a wolf, sometimes there is no wolf. But sometimes a boy cries “wolf” and a bear attacks. Dig me? If Rico thinks some shit is coming – he might be wrong about which shit it is … but it will be worthwhile to be prepared on several levels nonetheless.

Bizarro Dream 111625

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For the first time in memory I am aware of being someplace I don’t remember getting to. I think it’s Miami. It’s early morning, [maybe a cosmic reminder to restart rising at 5 AM]. It feels like dawn. I am asking myself if I slept outside. I am inside my vessel – that is – I am not watching myself. I don’t know what kind of clothes I am wearing. I can guess. Cargo pants. T-shirt. Back pack. “Jesus” sandals with white socks. How do I know? There’s a point where I am kneeling and fastening the strap on my right foot. I haven’t worn sandals IRL since Thailand.

There’s a white man approaching. Middle-aged, balding light brown hair, comb-over. Faded yellow polo shirt. Untucked. He’s in a hurry. He’s late for work. But not too late. He has time to grab a “to-go” breakfast. He’s looking down watching his feet move. He’s not a threat. I remember thinking that. (Maybe I did sleep rough in this dream.) I also remember thinking that I will have to be more aware of my surroundings.

I have my mobile device in my pocket. I pull it out and start recording… “It’s finally happened friends,” I say into the camera, which I cannot manage to switch to selfie-mode, “I cannot remember how I got here.” There’s construction in the area.

It doesn’t occur to me that it’s a dream.

There are yellow horizontal railings. Like bars. They are old-school iron. Painted yellow. They keep humans from removing the shopping carts from the premises. [This is a very strong image and while Igo doesn’t think it important, the image is crying out to be exposed. Yellow. Iron. Railings.] Super market.

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I have walked to a strip mall. I enter the lot through a delivery driveway. The market is similar to a Milam’s but it’s not called Milam’s. It’s something A L B. It’s not Albino’s – but Mind is showing something like that. But it’s not the surname of the Australian PM either. Maybe Albanisi’s? I am looking at the sign, in neon green from a low angle. I am looking up and to my left.

[There are a remarkable number of details that have been retained from this visit.]

This place serves breakfast, like Dunkin’ (it’s no longer Dunkin’ Donuts is it?). The place is well staffed. All white girls – giddy and pretty – dressed in the old style uniforms, the dresses and paper hats that waitresses used to wear – when they were called “waitresses.” The place is crowded with morning people. One of the girls is talking about a “date” – maybe just an encounter – she had with a Spanish guy. She said that he kept saying “batcha-me.” It was weird because this kept echoing in Mind. “Batcha-me – batcha-me – batcha-me.” She’s trying to say “kiss me” – I think. “Besame.”

The place is too crowded and I decide to leave. Of course by now I seem to be in a completely different shop. A small like candy, chocolate & sweets shoppe. Glass front. Glass door. There’s a giant orange-haired gender-neutral critter in the doorway. It’s one of those “Heavy Metal” type characters. Childish, wide Cheshire cat smile that signals a playful kind of danger. An “Of Mice & Men” type that will hug you to death. This kid is tall, maybe twice my height, and fat – and standing in the doorway. And not going to move! I am semi-desperate to exit this place.

I squeeze by the oblivious critter and catch a cramp in my calf.

This is usually enough to wake me up because a cramp in a dream is a cramp in the vessel.

We returned to “Now.” No cramp. But another vivid visit to the astral plane. And a compulsion to write it down. We will post it behind the wall. And leave it here. When we have a thousand paid subscribers – you will come across it here. Like a message in the proverbial bottle. And what’s even more magical is that it will mean something to you. It will wake up some dormant experience you had. And it will be a benefit to you.

Let’s do the numbers.

Today’s Score (11-16-2025)
BC … 30
Rum… 16
Ody….. 2

This Month So Far (11-16-25)
BC …… 1206
Rum ……373
Ody……. 120

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