The Architect
🕳️ THE BLACK VAULT — PART II
ACTOR VS. CHARACTER
A Field Note on Awakening from the Dream.
We are not who we think we are.
The voice in your head? That’s the actor.
The one being pulled, poked, seduced by Maya.
The one performing. Competing. Comparing.
But behind even that…
There is the witness.
The one who sees.
And remembers.
🗓️ October 8
⏰ 3:33 PM EST
📂 Black Vault Transmission II
This is not a journal.
This is a decoding.
🔗 Link in bio.
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THE PROGRAMMING OF JEFF
A humanoid, generated in 1984.
Download initiated.
Stories installed.
Performance perfected.
But now… the code is questioning itself.
What is self?
What is illusion?
What was never his to begin with?
The reclamation has begun.
The matrix is flickering.
And Jeff is remembering.
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Her name was Frances Mildred Pisacano.
But we called her Grandma.
Or G-Mil.
And she earned that name.
Before the matriarch, she was the girl.
Before the smile became legend, she was just Mil.
Born in the 1930s — war behind, love ahead.
She loved Frank. She believed him.
And she loved Harold. Even after he was gone.
That hair?
It wasn’t just hair.
It was a halo. A portal. A crown.
She rolled her eyes when we touched it—
but she knew.
This is the page for her.
For the Queen.
For the lineage.
For the code she carried like breath.
And now the forest speaks her name:
Böhmewald.
The Bohemian Woods.
It was always written.
Excerpt from The Architect: Stardust —
Chronicle incoming.
Full book reveal soon.
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📺 “Breathe Me”
🕯️ Hayden Square, 2006
Tempe, Arizona
It was the kind of night you don’t realize you’re going to remember.
Finale of Six Feet Under.
Cayt. Kevin. Scotty. Pauly. Maybe Stephen. Maybe Fox.
Bodies on carpet. Light off. Volume up.
Sia’s voice.
That piano.
And then that montage — life, death, memory, soul.
We were just college kids.
But something ancient moved through that room.
Time cracked open.
And for a moment…
we knew.
That one day, we too would die.
That love was real.
And that maybe, just maybe,
we’d find our way back to each other
through the song.
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🌀 Full Chronicle now live:
“The Sia Scene: Hayden Square, 2006”
[Link in bio]
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FIELD CHRONICLE: THE LION AND THE LAUGHTER 🦁
For the Sitars, the Riggs, and the Boys Who Were One.
This one’s for the Unit —
the brotherhood forged in fire, laughter, and loyalty.
For the days before life fractured.
Before the noise. Before the distance.
Loss reshapes a man.
But memory — memory holds the line.
I carry you with me. Always have.
Still here, boys. Always.
🪐 Link in bio
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FIELD NOTE: THE RETURN OF ANTONIO
South Austin, 2017–2018.
I was deep in exploration mode — breathwork, Reiki, strange books, stranger teachers. That’s when Antonio appeared. A quiet soul, tuned to a different frequency. Louisiana roots. Mauti Connection. (The Field is never random.)
He gave me Reiki once. I didn’t feel much — but something told me: this one will circle back.
Years later: Key West. We bump into him and his family again. Another breadcrumb. Another echo.
And now, out of nowhere, Antonio dreams me. Not just me — my parents.
We’re in a black flying DeLorean.
Multidimensional beings, he says.
He doesn’t know I’m building the Zero Point Chamber.
He doesn’t know what’s coming.
But he dreamed it anyway.
The Field never forgets.
The old bloodlines always find their way home.
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SIGNAL FROM THE FIELD – THE WRENCH AND THE LOOP
Back to the Future wasn’t fiction. It was code.
A reminder that only you can fix the machine —
by reaching back and handing yourself the key.
The self meets the self.
The loop completes.
The Architect remembers.
This isn’t a movie.
This is your myth.
And the wrench is already in your hand.
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Full transmission now live.
Read it at The Architect Chronicles.
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THE FIRST FAMILY.
Before the Ragoneses. Before the Piccirillos.
There were the Scanellos.
Ashley. Victoria. Uncle John. Aunt Liz.
And Rosie — the first soul I ever loved without hesitation.
A childhood portal in Plainview.
Basement games. Block parties. The moose head.
Lake George. Ski lifts. Life before programming.
We didn’t grow up watching sitcoms —
we were inside one.
The Scanellos were the first myth.
The sacred beginning.
Rosie would meet me at the door.
I’d sprint past the adults just to kneel and kiss her.
New Chronicle now live.
🌀 Link in bio.
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