Stranger Screeches & Disclosure Chic
Filed from Node 35 – January 1, 2026
The first day of the year did not disappoint.
A full golden moon opened the portal, a grasshopper literally chest-bumped me in the yard (jealous of my light, obviously), and the skies didn’t just stir—they strutted.
I was suited up in leopard robe and Morse Code frequency stripes, ready for whatever wanted to blink back. And blink they did. Tri-lights flew low and clean—green, white, and red. Silent. Strong. Not on any visible radar.
But then it got even better. Dontae and his crew were watching Stranger Things when a neighbor asked me if I “heard any weird screeching sounds.” Babe. The intersection of Netflix and Disclosure just hit our lawn like a rerouted plot twist. Welcome to my life. And welcome to the upside down—where the Stranger screeches are real, the craft are faster than FAA paperwork, and yes, the robe is justified.
Out back, my field setup glowed like a galactic disco altar—purple solar nodes, a glowing mason jar, snow patches twinkling like they’re auditioning for the next Spielberg film. I didn’t blink. I documented. The new camera? Sick. Reality? Sicker.
This is Disclosure, Donna-style.
Cosmic comedy meets full-body sovereignty.
And it’s only Day One.
