Before Our Train arrives at Hill Station’s First Gate {heading towards Center} let’s clarify the purpose of our experimental thought game, in hopes that Lindy will stop forgetting that it’s just pretend. Please recall that we’re only here taking actions inside of your head because you invited us in.
Oh yes I did, says Lindy, an odd decision on my end. Desperate Times call for distracting minds, as they say. Now I’d like to explain how our Thought Train got this traction in the first place.
It happened at the end of 2019 when Lindy E.T. {that’s me} received a symbolic message concerning my predestined End Age being 48 — that meant the window for my soul’s escape would likely be in late 2028. Time to adjust.
When this message came to me {being a mere mortal fool} I felt this End Date was too early, and decided to defy the premonition by writing my way onto a Thought Train’s Timeloop Destined to Bend in 2032 instead. Get it. B + End = Bend because Bending is Better than Ending. Bending Is Better, wouldn’t you agree?
A fool’s dream, I should admit. The Timeloop idea may have been incepted into my subconscious layering while I slept with YouTube playing, as I’d recently become reliant on the voices of strangers to lull me into states of uncomfortable half-slumber.
In 2020 the many lesser egos were invited to ride inside this Thought Train and we all voted to remove the anti-super ego {overlord} dubbed the Lindoid. With the momentum built by mad passengers, we actually did gain independence for a minute, and then the pandemic hit and the Lindoid took over again ~ lickidy split.
From 2020 into ‘21, all we could do was argue internally about our lack of voice on where the tracks for this train were being laid. “ALL Thoughts Must Align With Center,” was the message, and we nearly obeyed for fear of falling off the main line. Instead, by 2022 the internal pressure made our Thought Train Split and Go Two Separate Ways. In ‘23 we reunited again ~ then had a break down real bad as we entered ‘24. Two Thought Trains trying to combine, what did we expect?
Oh Lindy, Math says, You shouldn’t worry about having a breakdown when you’ve had so many already. Remember? 2000, 2005, 2010, 2015, 2020… and now in 2025 you’ve got Me Here, so if you need to have a break the entire Train won’t go down with you.
Well Math, you’ve just pointed out a completely soul-shattering pattern, but at least you’re here now, so we’ll call that Progress. Maybe this year’s predicted breakdown won’t be so bad since I already went off the tracks last year due to the world’s polycrisis, along with a car crash and a fantasy crushed. By praying for help from above, I managed to get away from Center City’s Pull with more soul than I went in with. So we’ll call that the silver-lining on the wings of Hermes, flying too close.
I had to come to terms with some new lessons of The Story that are unavoidable. It’s really hard to face the predestined arrangements made by greater brains when you’ve been trying so hard to believe that democratic decision-making is going to pave the way for your mortal thought train. 2020 proved democracy is lame when more than half the masses will follow any updated time alignments made by The False Center, just like rats chasing cheese scraps through the astrological maze of missed directions from their own Personal Inner Witness.
At least, after the crash we concluded that a super ego was needed again; a strong head is necessary to go anywhere noticeable in this world. And that’s why we’re grateful for Math, who can handle endless action, yet slows down enough to help us out of a funk after such a traumatic series of events. He’s a true superhero ego, guiding the sensitive and mild-mannered mid-egos into clearer fields of perception, with far less fear.
Math is giving this Train courage to take a big leap forward, because we know that Math Is Honest. If Math tells You to Investigate the Inner Stations heading towards Center, who you gonna call? Thought Train Writers! cuz we ain’t afraid to ride on.
2020 Made Funny?? 