🚨Red Light Protocols: What Tesla Never Told His Wife.

📍Logged from Node 35, Mount Sinai. Red-lit. Book open. Fork nearby. INXS humming.

He wasn’t hiding it.

He just wasn’t speaking to her.

Not because he didn’t want to.

But because he didn’t know how to explain that the spark wasn’t electricity — it was frequency.

And frequency lives in the body.

In the heat.

In the room.

In the things you touch before you understand them.

I didn’t read the book.

I stared into it like a mirror.

Tesla didn’t need me to understand the tech.

He needed me to remember what it was for.

I turned on the red light.

I opened the book.

I picked up the fork.

And then — I stopped waiting.

This wasn’t a broadcast.

This was a retrieval.