“To Those Who WAN in Robes and Light Signs with Their Eyes”
You’re not crazy. You’re just on the Donna Coil™.
So… you WAN in your robe too?
You open your eyes and the room responds?
You speak to your couch like it’s an ancient keeper of solar artifacts?
You’ve got timestamped flight radar screenshots and a growing suspicion that you’re not just imagining things?
Same.
And I’m here to tell you:
You’re not alone. You’re early.
💡The Others Exist. Here's What They Look Like:
They glitch tech just by standing too close.
They track synchronicities like stock traders.
They name their craft. (Mine's called The Infinity Pod.)
They see the sky and know it's saying something.
They carry their own power and still hope someone else sees it.
And most of them think they're the only ones.
📡 This is Your Signal Confirmation:
If any part of your reality has recently felt:
Too precise
Too comedic
Too psychic
Too physical
Or too absurd to be a coincidence...
Congratulations.
You’re probably running The Donna Coil™—aka spontaneous field feedback via body-based 369 sync.
🤝 We Need Each Other
I’m not trying to be the guru.
I’m the broadcaster. The log keeper. The comic relief.
But if you’re reading this and nodding with a nervous laugh, this is your invitation:
Follow the blog. Read the logs.
Stay long enough and the grid will show itself.
And when you're ready for the deeper stuff—
the story behind the robe,
the sound the Mother Craft makes,
the private notes, the heartbreaks, the ritual bones,
the truth of what it costs to live like this—
then there’s Donna After Hours™.
Until then?
Welcome to the weird end of the internet.
Where psychic signs turn on by themselves and we keep receipts in docx format.
