You are on the threshold of a dream… or perhaps a nightmare.
Poised between what you know and what you only suspect, standing at the narrow border where certainty begins to dissolve.
Do not adjust your radio.
There is nothing wrong with your receiver. The wavering you may detect is not interference — it is alignment. A subtle tuning, a careful merging of frequencies. Yours… and ours.
In this moment, the familiar world loosens its grip. The solid becomes uncertain. The ordinary slips its mask. What you are hearing is not merely sound, but an invitation — a signal reaching past habit and reason, synchronising with the quieter parts of your mind.
We control the transmission.
If we choose, we can bring it to a whisper… or raise it until it fills every corner of your thoughts. We can sharpen it to clarity, or blur it just enough for imagination to take over. For the duration of this broadcast, you may find that time behaves strangely, logic feels optional, and coincidence grows teeth.
You are not merely listening now.
You are participating.
Your reality is harmonising with another — one bounded only by imagination, populated by half-seen ideas, uneasy laughter, and questions best left unanswered.
So sit comfortably.
Close your eyes, if you dare.
Let the pictures form where sound alone must suffice.
You have crossed the threshold.
Welcome to this week’s show.
Come on in… it’s about to start.
Don’t worry.
It won’t hurt.
Much.
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You are on the threshold of a dream… or perhaps a nightmare.
Poised between what you know and what you only suspect, standing at the narrow border where certainty begins to dissolve.
Do not adjust your radio.
There is nothing wrong with your receiver. The wavering you may detect is not interference — it is alignment. A subtle tuning, a careful merging of frequencies. Yours… and ours.
In this moment, the familiar world loosens its grip. The solid becomes uncertain. The ordinary slips its mask. What you are hearing is not merely sound, but an invitation — a signal reaching past habit and reason, synchronising with the quieter parts of your mind.
We control the transmission.
If we choose, we can bring it to a whisper… or raise it until it fills every corner of your thoughts. We can sharpen it to clarity, or blur it just enough for imagination to take over. For the duration of this broadcast, you may find that time behaves strangely, logic feels optional, and coincidence grows teeth.
You are not merely listening now.
You are participating.
Your reality is harmonising with another — one bounded only by imagination, populated by half-seen ideas, uneasy laughter, and questions best left unanswered.
So sit comfortably.
Close your eyes, if you dare.
Let the pictures form where sound alone must suffice.
You have crossed the threshold.
Welcome to this week’s show.
Come on in… it’s about to start.
Don’t worry.
It won’t hurt.
Much.
Step carefully now, listener — for the air tonight is thin between what is and what could have been.
You have arrived once more at the threshold of uncertainty — a place where imagination still hums softly beneath the static, and the walls of the world are thin enough to whisper through.
Beyond this door lies a dimension untethered from clocks or coordinates… where the familiar rearranges itself, politely at first — then entirely without your consent.
Here, stories do not simply unfold. They reconsider themselves.
Reality blinks. Shadows hum. The past rehearses its mistakes — and the future, as ever, refuses to learn its lines.
So take your seat, brave traveller of frequencies.
Tune the dial not to reason — but to wonder.
For you have found your way once again…
to The Intrepid Birdman Show.
The Intrepid Birdman Show
You are on the threshold of a dream… or perhaps a nightmare.
Poised between what you know and what you only suspect, standing at the narrow border where certainty begins to dissolve.
Do not adjust your radio.
There is nothing wrong with your receiver. The wavering you may detect is not interference — it is alignment. A subtle tuning, a careful merging of frequencies. Yours… and ours.
In this moment, the familiar world loosens its grip. The solid becomes uncertain. The ordinary slips its mask. What you are hearing is not merely sound, but an invitation — a signal reaching past habit and reason, synchronising with the quieter parts of your mind.
We control the transmission.
If we choose, we can bring it to a whisper… or raise it until it fills every corner of your thoughts. We can sharpen it to clarity, or blur it just enough for imagination to take over. For the duration of this broadcast, you may find that time behaves strangely, logic feels optional, and coincidence grows teeth.
You are not merely listening now.
You are participating.
Your reality is harmonising with another — one bounded only by imagination, populated by half-seen ideas, uneasy laughter, and questions best left unanswered.
So sit comfortably.
Close your eyes, if you dare.
Let the pictures form where sound alone must suffice.
You have crossed the threshold.
Welcome to this week’s show.
Come on in… it’s about to start.
Don’t worry.
It won’t hurt.
Much.
