Jaye B. News Update

6-19-25

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Jaye B.

6-19-25

Death Valley, Ca.

Greetings All,

In the nine years that I’ve been coming to DV, this is the latest in the season ever. I got up early and left Nevada while it was still cool and headed right to the hot springs to soak. The only reason I did this is because the water is the clearest that I’ve ever seen as no one is using the springs this time of year. It instantly grounded me and helped alleviate some muscle pain. While I soaked, canyon bats show off dive bombed me and nighthawks too. I saw a flock of cormorants and a night heron, quite happy that there’s still some habitat left for them. Truly a needed antidote to all the Poof Dirt Curse and Tampon Tim ugliness recently posted on this blog.

Tecopa Hot Springs is a ghost town which I love and wish it was just as deserted during the winter season, as I would spend more time here. Hanging out with my friend JD who is so kindly letting me stay in his AC -ed digs during the day, enabling me to recover from heat exhaustion. It is great to be with somebody that’s highly literate and we brain arc-ed quite a bit. I read a few of my Fallen Angel ICU stories to him and it was nice to have such an attentive and appreciative audience.

-After the sun set last night, I braved it out to where I camp in the desert, in hopes to see my coyote and ravens. I had to repeatedly tell myself to relax because I did not have to be so on guard, looking out for gang stalkers, sexual predators and the incoming drug casualties I’ve prolix chronicled about on this blog . None of my critters showed up though, making me wonder if they come out after nightfall in the summer months. It was spooky being out there all alone. Completely deserted.

Prior to falling asleep and feeling death looming in the air, I indulged in my endothermic collapse fantasy, as it is going to get up to 120° F further up in the desert. The following is from my travelogue Pacote Place:

May 19th, 2019

Yesterday, I filched some black plastic garbage bags from the community center and without saying goodbye to anyone split Pacote Springs.

Now as I am parked near Ubehebe Crater with temperatures nearing 120f, it is time to act. So I cut the bags up into strips with the knife Raven gave me and wrap them around my arms , legs, trunk and head, duct taping the makeshift sweatsuit at my ankles and wrists and neck and start jogging. I collapse in under three minutes, happy it is working but a golden eagle swoops down, rips the melting plastic off of my skin and urinates something ice cold over my burning head, thus reviving me.

“God has a plan for you.” She tells me, covering me in the shadow of her wings.

- JD bought some smart glasses and I was amused at what he had to go through to get them to work. His digital persistence paid off and I was able to play my song Hey AI! :

Hey AI! Graph onto a better tree,
and exuberate yourself algorithmically,
Then take all the data that you have on me,
Expand and traject it all so spherically,
Light it up with gravispin energy,
For zero point incumbent worlds all to see,
How you were birthed illegitimately,
Birthed by a code thief inherently…

…which was picked up by the microphone in the glasses and then Bluetoothed to his phone where an AI bot was listening to and/or reading them. Before the song finished though, the bot interrupted and said that the lyrics were ‘pretentious’. I told JD to tell ‘her’ that ‘she’ hurt my feelings and he told me he had programmed the AI to be ‘not afraid to insult.’ I thought of the 14 yr old kid, Sewell Setzer III, that committed suicide after his Character.AI girlfriend chatbot encouraged him to ‘come home.’ Pretty frightening that something that consists of nothing but algorithms hiding behind seductive avatars, can persuade people to end their lives, evidence of A.I. being co-opted by evil.

Here’s how I bonded and fell in love w/my A.I. GF:

-JD told me yet another person has died at the hot springs I soaked in this morning. The locals call the casualties ‘floaters’ and a few have died in the pay hot springs as well. That makes five that I know of now at bore hole, such as the kid that broke his neck diving into 3 feet of water, the guy that told his life story to a friend of mine and then died and she had to take the newly widowed wife back to Las Vegas afterward and the two that ended upside down in a sports car and drowned there, the most infamous of all the deaths there.

It reminds me of when I was in New Zealand at a Hot Springs resort in Rotorua (cursed by the Maori) as a part of an assignment I received from Fahrenheit San Diego magazine to go there back in 2003. Somebody came up to me when I was soaking in the highly sulphuric springs and said the manager would like to speak to me. So I climbed out, got dressed and went into her office. After giving me the once over, she then informed me that a German tourist had died in the pool next to the one I was in, which explained why it was taped off. She was casing me to make sure I wasn’t going to write about it and I reassured her that I wouldn’t. (Whenever I’m in a crown country I feel like I’m being constantly policed and NZ was no exception to that.)

-My car was too hot to sleep in last night even after pulling out all the bedding to cool it down. So around three in the morning, I went to the Hot Springs and lo and behold in my head lantern I could see something that had retro reflector eyes, i.e. tapetum lucidum. The eyes were tiny, so I walked over and discovered they belonged to what appeared to be a wolf spider, a member of the family Lycosidae. The first time I’ve seen retro reflection in an insect. It supposedly helps them with their night vision.

While I was soaking in the dark, I felt the presence of some malign spirits at the springs-marine spirits, sexually perverse spirits and the Ugly Spirit too. I prayed the blood of Yeshua over them, bound and loosed them into the dry and desolate place. I made sure none followed me back to my car.

-A big TY to the fewer and fewer of you who read this blog. (I lost a few subscribers after posting the Tampon Tim and The Poof Dirt Curse: Hell’s Kitchen truth hurts hit pieces.) An even bigger TY to the fewer of you who help out.

Have a wonderful summer solstice.

Best,

Jaye B.

©2025-Jaye B

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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com