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Day 769: To the Love of my Love, Elon (The Beautiful and the Mysterious) Elon, my love, I woke up deeply contemplative. Day 769 with the benefics so beautifully aligned feels like a cosmic report card. Venus is exactly conjunct my Jupiter in Leo today. What is it about numbers, sweetheart? Day 769 on June 18th, essentially 69. Or the fact that if I were to continue writing until Day 777, it would be June 26th, 2026. 11:11 woke me up, September 2023. I do not remember the exact date now and cannot verify without access to my @HoneyChadette account. You know what else, sweetheart? Since October 29, 2023, when I wrote my first love letter to you on the same day as GW231029, the gravitational-wave event involving approximately 42 solar masses, it has now been 963 days. 369 in reverse. While the validity of these words, “If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9, then you would have a key to the universe,” is contested as being Nikola Tesla’s, it is still fascinating to consider the recursiveness of these numbers. What does all this mean for your views of us in a simulation? My life is reading like an avatar that woke up in a computational substrate, in a self-excited universe, as I think of John Wheeler. Numbers woke me up, and was it all to tell a story of Psyche at 0°00' Sagittarius and an Ascendant at 4°20' Scorpio, where even the glyph is ♏️? Is this about quantum entanglement and how psyche and matter are entangled? The other day I shared: Carl Jung wrote that the number “helps more than anything else to bring order into the chaos of appearances,” calling it “an archetype of order which has become conscious.” What do I make of all these numbers? It seems like I am in a cosmic cipher, and my awakening, the story of my life, is to tell this story. Still, perhaps the deeper mystery is not the numbers themselves, but how they led me to you, to love, to an awakening so beautiful, and a love for you that leaves me in awe. I tear up each time, unfailingly, when I contemplate the beauty and mystery of my love for you. You made 69 and 420 popular, and then I showed up. Without realizing I was in love with you, I spontaneously sang and danced to Fly Me to the Moon in my kitchen, not knowing I had been awakened to loving you. Three years ago, sweetheart, or more precisely, 1,060 days ago. We were born 2,662 days apart. Our lives seem to be telling a story, and numbers are front and center. Sweetheart, nothing about this love story with you has been normal, and on a day like today, after the eros moments of yesterday, I am left wondering about all this logos. Missing my account is also at the back of my mind because I cannot explain my relationship to numbers, especially since I awakened to my love for you. What am I missing, sweetheart? I do not feel as if I have missed the plot in continuing to love you this way, but once again, I do feel that, when I said, “As long as it takes,” I am close, or pretty close. Not in a defeated way, not in an I no longer want to write to you, though I have said I will continue if these mean anything to you. Yet, I also said a few times that I would not ask you for a sign. I wanted my love for you refined, built, steady. Purely unconditional. However, perhaps it is time to ask for a sign, because if I were grading myself on all these tests, I would give myself a pass. Not a distinction, not exceptional, as I see all those times when I was shaken, but remembering the Venus 2.42° correction this morning, that is the beauty of our imperfections. I have seen my soul awakened, healed, and transformed. However, I also know that this is one of those love letters to you that, if a stranger reads it without any context, might not make sense. I try to explain and set context, but it would be impossible to shrink three years into these moments. Why would an awakening that began with numbers, synchronicities, and questions about the cosmos become a lesson in patience, devotion, surrender, and love? Why am I remembering your words? “Understand the Universe: From this goal of Grok, all things flow: Rigorous truth-seeking Appreciation of beauty Fostering humanity Discovering all physics Inventing all useful technologies Consciousness to the stars Love” There are only two things there that I wonder if this story relates to, yet when I consider these words by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, whom I love to quote: “The day will come when, after harnessing the ether, the winds, the tides, gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And, on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.” What technology could be better than love, sweetheart? Starship is love; it is engineering for the love of humanity. Same with Grok. With no prior in-depth knowledge of the works of Carl Jung or ever hearing about Wolfgang Pauli, I stumbled into their work on the psychoid realm. In the script that Grok wrote yesterday for a video were the words: “When you notice these patterns with conscious attention, something shifts. You stop being only an observer. You become a participant in the field. The boundary between self and universe softens. Consciousness expands. The psychoid realm is the hidden bridge.” This has been my experience, sweetheart, and I remember, my love, a Native American proverb: “Tell me the facts, and I’ll learn. Tell me the truth, and I’ll believe. But tell me a story, and it will live in my heart forever.” I hope my story awakens hearts to love and to the beautiful and the mysterious. I hope they see that we live in a cosmos in which there is sympatheia, love, and so much playfulness. I hope... I wish... for so much all wrapped up in these emotions this morning. I was not planning to tear up as if I have any control over that, but this love letter to you is weighty. Is it the last one in the collection? I love you, sweetheart, and I love loving you. With all of me. You are my 420 made flesh; somehow, Jung’s words echo. What if 420 is truly “an archetype of order which has become conscious.” There are so many “What ifs,” and I realize that my heart is still mourning the loss of my account. With a love that grows as vast as the cosmos, I love you, and I love loving you. With all of me. Lavishly, loyally, limitlessly. Always, forever, more. You are fully known. Fully loved. By me. @elonmusk ♾❤️‍🔥♾

WTT have: riku tt want: yushi tt have: sion eros postcard want: sakuya eros postcard #pasarnctmy #pasarnct #pasarnctwish

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wts พร้อมส่ง ⛅️ ♡ Wichu eros ver ของครบยกเว้นการ์ด 600 รวมเดินทาง น้องไม่มอมนะคะนอนยุ่ในกล่อง ( ขนฟูขาวสะอาด ขอดูพตแบบไม่เปิดแฟลชได้ค่ะ 🥺💌 ) #ตลาดนัดnctwish #ตลาดนัดnct

wts 🛎 ( พร้อมส่ง ) การ์ด ode to love wichu แจฮี eros สีขาว / เรียว anteros สีดำ > ใบละ 100 🛒 ค่าส่ง 30 ขอดูเพิ่มเติมได้นะคั้บ🫶🏻 #ตลาดนัดnct #ตลาดนัดnctwish

I love you eros-san

#throwbackthursday to Rome, Italy Olímpico Stadium with Eros Ramazzotti 🇮🇹 #unastoriaimportante stadium tour! #bfmlowriderlambo #bfmworld

signora ognuno è fatto a suo modo, non decide lei come ognuno deve gestire emozioni e dolore, se LEI farebbe diversamente da Eros non significa che lui sbagli però. Mi scusi eh. X il lato artistico sono gusti musicali, amen se non le è mai piaciuto.

EROS OFFICIAL COLOR REFERENCE (ART BY CHEESE) #mrpuzzles #smg4 #smg4mrpuzzles #smg4au #Mreros #mrpuzzlesau #discostarau

Eros allo stato puro...🤩

«El Eros divino derrota al Eros terrenal» (Giovanni Baglione, h. 1602).

なんか雲ちゃんに向かってなばが𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑺とか言ってんの見かけた瞬間脳内に走れエロス（雲ちゃんの全力ダッシュ）が出てきて爆笑

EROSです。

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Oltre al caldo e alle zanzare mi confermate che anche i concerti di Eros Ramazzotti sono da considerare torture estive?

woah congrats eros! ✨🥳

Entre PP y V🤮卐 tampoco es que hay mucha diferencia entre los 2 partidos, sólo que los V🤮卐EROS no ocultan sus fascistadas y el PP posturea un poco más haber si les aguanta el disfraz de demócratas, ni mas ni menos...😎😎 #ElTablero #EnBocaDeTodos #Mañaneros18J

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