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.
Welcome back, To that peculiar corridor between dreams and nightmares. You know the one — where time hums like an open fridge, and yesterday’s thoughts gather like fog on a bathroom mirror.
You’ve arrived, though you never recall the journey. This isn’t memory. It’s the pause between knowing and guessing — where the familiar turns its face just slightly, and something in the corner tilts its head.
The clocks here tick sideways. Conversations unravel into thread. Someone wrote “help” in the dust on the vending machine… backwards.
You’ve been here before. You always come back.
There’s no door. No exit. Just the faint feeling you left something unfinished.
Your grip on reality is slipping , "They" are calling you, from, "the other side." your hold on this place here is light, and getting lighter.
And now the voices return. Half-remembered, echoing, stories that tap gently, then scratch harder. Not to frighten. Just to remind.
Remind you that your life may be real…
But this?
This is where it’s rewritten.
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.
