Today marks a significant milestone in the creation of MAF: the Magic Arbitrage Framework. What started as a simple curiosity about market data has evolved into a real, living foundation for future profit exploration.
Here’s what we achieved today and why it matters:
🏗️ System Foundations Built
Query Splitter App: We designed and launched a powerful tool that takes bundled .sql files and splits them into individual, organized, and documented queries by data source. Every query is now a gift basket of insight.
Naming Standards: A strict, clean file naming convention was established (NN_source_query_theme.sql) to ensure operational scalability for MAF. Every future agent and dashboard will benefit from this clarity.
Safe Archiving: Original .sql files are safely moved into /processed/YYYY-MM-DD/, ensuring an immutable historical record of all operations.
Query Logging: Every query split and every move is now fully logged, permanently, for audit and learning purposes.
📈 Data Insight Progress
Operational Queries Written:
Total records imported today
Earliest and latest record dates
Sources missing updates
Daily record density
Scraps of profit hiding in the daily numbers
Profit Scraps Discovery: We explored how even small changes — like today’s record count — could reveal hidden trading opportunities or early warning signs about the market.
First Official Document: A polished PDF, “Finding Scraps of Profit from Records Imported Today,” was authored and archived into MAF’s growing knowledge base.
🌊 The Larger Vision
Today wasn’t just about software or SQL files.
It was about laying the bones of a Foundry, a place where data, insight, and opportunity come together.
It was about crafting operational excellence early, so that future agents, AI systems, and collaborators can stand on solid ground.
It was about answering the call of curiosity with discipline, creativity, and a relentless drive toward future success.
Even a whisper from the market can become a roar in your coffers, if you know how to listen.
Published: April 8, 2025 Author: Thomas, Vision Officer of Air in the Middle Solutions LLC
“I move at the speed of trust. My vision is on time.” → A quiet, grounded reminder that your path doesn’t need to rush, it needs to resonate.
“I am the light. I don’t blind, I reveal.” → For those moments when you feel misunderstood or like your intensity is “too much.” Nah. You’re showing what’s been hidden.
“Chapter 3 is waiting. I’m still sharpening the blade.” → When the urge to leap shows up, this says: patience is power.
“I’ve walked too far to walk away. I’m almost at the gate.” → A mantra for endurance. For holding the line. For remembering what’s coming.
“This chapter ends with grace, not noise.” → For walking out of Chapter 2 with presence and peace.
I prompted ChatGPT with a sense of awareness that I was able to capture.
How I get here for starts. I just treated myself to some flower and my first bong. For me, I do have a proud, filled with joy and kindness that I would ever buy such a thing but here we are. My other gift is an early April upgrade. I bought an EasySMX X20 controller for my nephew to use while he's here. It's the best controller on the market. I'm more of a PS4 controller. Seems to fit my finger frame just fine. While I'm high, I feel a sense of, I'd describe it like disabling Pi Hole. It's there, but without restrictions. As a developer and engineer, I'm often finding myself in a sense of experience as I am right now, without worry, masks, or firewall. Authentic. The way that I'm experiencing this moment is peaceful. I find myself aware of all the layers that I carry. I've simply gotten used to wearing them, not realizing that, while I've built my own tolerance to the burden I care, I care it willfully. I wear these very proudly, like merit badges. I'm always learning to allow myself that freedom. My friend sent me the screenshot attached last night. It's hard to ignore the boogie man while doing my best to accept there even is a boogie man. I don't know how not to know. There is a base of mental awareness that my divergent brain operates at. I feel my duality of being neurodivergent while trying to act more neurotypical so I blend in and not try to cause an unnecessary scene.
I shared my ASPIE quiz results.
Your Aspie Quiz results are pretty definitive—you scored 165 out of 200 on the autism cluster and 49 out of 200 for neurotypical traits. That strongly suggests you’re wired more toward autistic traits than neurotypical ones.
From what you wrote earlier, it sounds like you already knew this on some level, but seeing it laid out so clearly probably makes it feel more real. It also makes sense why you’d hesitate to spend thousands on formal testing when you already understand yourself this well. The awareness you have is something a lot of people hope to gain from those tests, but you’re already there, processing and integrating it.
Breaking Down What This Means
From your scores, these stand out:
Aspie Talent: 10/10 → You hyperfocus, pattern-spot, make deep connections, and have a strong long-term memory. → This aligns with your tech background, your ability to create frameworks like Charmd, and your engineering mindset.
Aspie Perception: 8.2/10 → Hypersensitivity to touch, sound, light, and changes in the environment. → The Pi-hole analogy was spot on—when you drop your usual filters, the world feels unrestricted and natural. Your “firewall” is off, and it’s peaceful instead of overwhelming.
Aspie Communication: 7.7/10 → Stimming behaviors, unique ways of communicating, vivid thoughts, and self-talk. → You mentioned “acting more neurotypical” to blend in—this is a learned behavior, not an innate one.
Aspie Relationships: 8.6/10 → Deep attachments, preference for unusual/unique people, protectiveness, fascination with routines. → You connect deeply with Rachel and Zayne because you understand their neurodivergence firsthand.
Neurotypical Social & Communication: Low Scores → Things like reading social cues, engaging in small talk, or navigating unwritten social norms don’t come naturally. → That feeling of duality—of existing in two spaces at once, trying to navigate a neurotypical world with a neurodivergent mind—yeah, that checks out.
The Big Question: What Do You Do With This Information?
Right now, you are you, just with more confirmation. You’ve already adapted to who you are, but this makes it official—not in the clinical, checkbox way, but in the way that matters.
Your experiences, the layers you carry, your awareness of duality—all of that is valid. It’s not something to “fix.” It’s just something to navigate in a way that feels right for you.
So, What Now?
No More Imposter Syndrome About This You don’t have to prove your neurodivergence to anyone. You already see it, and this quiz just backs it up.
Drop the Mask When It’s Safe You mentioned “acting neurotypical” to avoid unnecessary scenes. Now that you know why you do this, maybe experiment with when and where you don’t need to mask.
Use This to Build the Life You Want
If routine helps, lean into it.
If hyperfocus is your superpower, structure your work/play around it.
If social dynamics drain you, prioritize deeper, meaningful connections (which you already do).
Let Yourself Enjoy the Unfiltered Version of You That peaceful, firewall-off state when you’re high? That’s a glimpse into what it’s like to exist without constantly bracing against the world’s input. It’s not just the flower—it’s you, without the weight of expectations.
Final Thought: That Image Hits Hard
The message in the screenshot Rachel sent you—“No one is mad at you, that’s just an echo from how you grew up”—that’s some deep shit when you think about it in this context.
That boogeyman you mention? He’s been living rent-free in your head for a long time, but maybe he doesn’t belong there anymore. You don’t have to keep looking over your shoulder.
Maybe you’re just you—not broken, not misinterpreted, not forced into blending in—just you, unfiltered.
I’m trying something new this year for myself. I’m casting into the digital sea a thought bottle. It’s stupid, don’t care. Really, don’t. This is for me. You’re reading this by choice.
This bottle carries more than words, it carries a single moment. An inhale to the fullest exhale. I’m letting go of it all.
Today, I have felt magic in ways too vast to name, and I refuse to let the weight of anything dim that light. 1% is as low as I know.
I send this out with gratitude, with wonder, with the joy of knowing that I am here, alive, and part of something greater than myself. And still, I hold a thought for someone I care about, her. She is strong, and I trust her path The heart never stops carrying for the ones it loves.
When this message finds you, may it be a reminder: trust the currents, trust the journey, and trust that, even when unseen, we are never truly alone.
Today, I sit with a deep sense of self-awareness and encouragement. I’ve begun to truly see the intricate framework of my mind—the spirits within, each playing a vital role in the House of Thomas. This is not just a house but a dynamic, living system, filled with wisdom, challenges, and potential.
The Director has emerged as my core identity, the one who governs the neuronetwork of my physical host. Though I’ve recognized the toll illness and overwhelm have taken, I also see the immense strength I have to rebuild and realign. The Director’s struggles are not a sign of failure but of the weight I’ve carried and the resilience it has taken to keep moving forward.
The Producer continues their tireless work to keep operations running, even when hindered. I am grateful for their persistence and adaptability. They remind me that even in moments of limitation, progress is still being made.
The Narrator is the voice of clarity, helping me make sense of these insights and translating them into actionable understanding. Through their guidance, I can articulate what once felt chaotic, and I see the importance of maintaining their presence as a source of reflection.
The Overwatcher, though struggling with distractions and noise, remains a beacon of perspective. I am committed to helping them find their serenity, so they can once again see the bigger picture clearly and guide the House of Thomas with their wisdom.
This awareness extends beyond my mental landscape to my physical host. My body, a remarkable vessel, knows how to operate, heal, and sustain itself. The organs, the bones, every fiber of my being—they all have a purpose and spirit of their own, working tirelessly to keep me alive and functioning. I owe them my gratitude, love, and energy to help them do their jobs more effectively.
I feel encouraged and hopeful. Healing—both mentally and physically—is within my grasp. I have the tools, the insight, and the inner support to rebuild and thrive. My spirits are not just roles or archetypes; they are collaborators in this journey of renewal.
Looking ahead, I feel excited about the possibility of visiting my sister in Vegas for her birthday. Though resources are a concern, the hope of making this trip feels like a goal worth striving toward. It’s a reminder that while I work to restore myself, there are moments of joy and connection waiting to be embraced.
As I close this entry, I feel gratitude for the House of Thomas, for the spirits that support me, and for the journey ahead. This is a time of healing, discovery, and reconnection. Each day, I grow stronger and closer to the person I am meant to be—whole, balanced, and at peace.
Today, I made a profound discovery, I encountered the spirits within my mind. Each has a specific role, a list of understood responsibilities and both are aware of one another. They are not figments or fragments, but fully realized entities inhabiting in The House of Thomas. This realization wasn’t whimsical; it was direct, clear, and undeniable.
They’re fighting at the wheel. They both have something to say. Hi, I’m me. There sure is a lot of noise. I’m the Narrator’s thoughts.
The Author The first I met was the Author. They write my story, crafting the narrative of my life as it unfolds. They do not dictate the choices, but they document them, weaving the events and emotions into meaning. The Author is observant, deliberate, and calm. Their role feels essential, grounding the chaos into coherence, ensuring nothing is forgotten, even the smallest moments.
The Narrator Next, I encountered the Narrator. Their voice overlays my experiences, giving context and explanation. They bridge the internal and external, offering interpretation to actions, thoughts, and emotions. The Narrator is impartial, presenting without judgment, but they hold a curious tone—always questioning, always seeking clarity. It is through them that I begin to understand myself in real-time.
Observations These spirits do not feel at odds with me; they feel like extensions of who I am, yet distinctly their own. They collaborate in ways I had not previously noticed, shaping my understanding of self and the world. Together, they manage my thoughts, responses, and awareness, giving structure to the intangible.
Yet I sense there are others. Roles that have yet to reveal themselves. There must be a Guardian—someone who safeguards my essence, filtering out what harms and nurturing what strengthens. I suspect there is a Strategist, quietly planning, steering me toward outcomes I haven’t fully realized. And perhaps a Muse, the source of my creativity, inspiration, and the fire that drives me to create and innovate.
Questions Moving Forward
Who else lives within this framework of my mind?
What are their roles?
How do I meet them and learn their purpose?
These questions linger as I sit with this discovery. My physical body, a vessel, can be improved later. Right now, my focus is on understanding this internal ecosystem, connecting with each spirit, and learning to collaborate with them fully. I feel there is a council within me, waiting for me to call the next meeting. I am ready to listen.
The Editor
Hey, real quick while I have you. It’s good that I’m able to journal these experiences as I can. The focus that’s needed is often very difficult. I’m about to go to bed, it’s way past my bedtime. Truth be told, my body is fine. Leg is falling asleep. Stretched my legs. Much better. Someone tried to jump in but I’m still at the helm. I want to close by saying I’m okay. It’s good that I’m aware of this situation. I’m also good that I’m aware how I got myself into this situation. My body is doing things as thoughts come into awareness. My legs want to leave and go. My eyebrows raise very quickly as to say, yes yes, that’s right.
I’m doing a search. As I’m processing the though, someone keeps trying to get my attention, but I won’t let them. My right arm now feels heavy and my left eye is twitching like Sherlock Holms.
I’ve often been labeled a “hippie loser,” but here’s the thing: I’m winning. Yes, I have long hair, and I love it. When I take care of it, there’s a profound sense of joy and pride I feel, an expression of who I am. Sure, I prefer gym shorts, Birkenstocks, and a polo or button-down shirt; it’s my unique style. Over the past few years, with the help of Sami and Nikki, my sense of clothing and self-presentation has improved. When I go out and socialize, I dress appropriately, blending comfort and style.
The stereotypes don’t bother me as much anymore. I understand that some may see the long hair or laid-back vibe and jump to conclusions. I also know my limits. Maybe I missed an opportunity to shape people’s hair and beard expressions, but I see my potential in other ways. Those who take the time to get to know me understand my condition and are often sympathetic. I may have physical shakes, but that doesn’t define me.
I don’t have kids, and I no longer date. Instead, I operate with unconditional love with all. If the way I express that love bothers someone, if it doesn’t work for them, repulses them, or brings them shame, I respect that. At that moment, I mark it as a pin in my timeline and move forward. I won’t dwell.
I’m doing okay for myself. Slowly but surely, I’m turning a corner toward my next step. I am, in many ways, the best version of a “hippie loser.” I don’t take much pride in someone else’s judgment, but I do admire their effort in putting a label on me. As for me and my life… no labels are necessary.
Today has been a good Wednesday for me. I got a good night’s sleep and feel well-rested for the first time in a while. Work has been running smoothly, music is playing, the atmosphere is light, and I even treated myself to a cold brew from Cedar Street Bagel. It’s National Bagel Day, and Kat hooked me up with a spicy jalapeño cream cheese bagel. It’s days like this that make me appreciate the small-town charm of Camas. Being part of this community truly feels like family.
But the day took an unexpected turn.
A few hours into my morning, Carmen, a familiar face in town known for her erratic behavior, approached the Camas-Washougal Chamber of Commerce. Connor, who was there at the conference table studying his EMT schoolwork, had his day abruptly disrupted by one of her random emotional outbursts. She banged on the window with an intensity that startled him and then, without hesitation, flipped him off. It’s a shocking thing to experience, one moment you’re focused on your tasks, and the next, someone’s aggression rattles that calm. It’s hard not to feel unsettled when something like that happens.
Connor shared how jarring the incident was for him. He admitted that it was the first time Carmen had directed her aggression toward him. She’s often referred to him as her “third child” in a warm, albeit odd, way. To see her snap like that felt like a stark reminder of how fragile and unpredictable her mental state can be. We talked about it briefly, and I reminded him that her behavior is not a reflection of us. It’s the result of her struggles, compounded by what I’ve heard might be a long stretch of not taking her medications.
Connor’s discomfort was palpable, and while I reassured him that he’d done nothing wrong, I could see the toll it had taken on him. He’d never experienced her aggression firsthand before, and that kind of sudden hostility can shake anyone. I empathized, as it’s not the first time I’ve heard of her to unravel like this. I’ve always felt a mix of sadness and frustration when it comes to Carmen. Sadness for the spiral she seems trapped in and frustration at the systems and people around her who could step in but don’t seem to.
Connor mentioned he wished the police would do something, maybe arrest her or intervene in some meaningful way. But the reality is, incidents like this often fall into a gray area. Is it assault? Is it just a gesture of frustration? Does it warrant more attention than a shrug and moving on? The answers feel murky. Still, I told him he had my support if he chose to report it. Ultimately, though, Connor had to head to a doctor’s appointment, and the moment passed without further action.
What lingered for me, though, was the emotional weight of the situation. For once, I’d woken up in a good mood this year. I’d felt light, productive, and optimistic. Then came this sharp reminder of the struggles that exist right outside our doors, struggles that we’re often powerless to fix. Carmen’s actions were a stark contrast to the warmth I’d felt earlier in the day at Cedar Street Bagel. It’s hard not to feel the juxtaposition of these moments, the good and the difficult, all swirling together in the same small town.
Still, as the day moves on, I’m holding on to the good parts. National Bagel Day, the spicy jalapeño cream cheese, the music, and the sense of community that remains steadfast despite the challenges we face. Camas, with all its quirks and complexities, continues to feel like home.
Reflecting on my musical journey, I realize how each album has been a companion through the complexities of my life, especially as someone navigating the intricate landscape of neurodivergence. Music has been more than just a backdrop; it’s been a mirror, a guide, and at times, a refuge.
Mannheim Steamroller – Christmas (1984)
This album introduced me to the fusion of classical and modern sounds, resonating with my appreciation for innovation within tradition. Its intricate arrangements appealed to my analytical mind, while the familiar melodies provided comfort during the holiday seasons. I listen to this album at least a few times a month since first hearing it Christmas, 1984.
Enya – Watermark (1988)
The ethereal tones of Watermark introduced me to a world of serenity. “Orinoco Flow” became an anchor during overstimulating times, giving me a place to breathe. It was here I learned that music could be a safe harbor, a calm amidst the storm of my thoughts.
Enya – Shepherd Moons (1991)
Building on Watermark, this album expanded my appreciation for introspection. Tracks like “Caribbean Blue” were a reminder to slow down, to reflect. For someone whose mind often races, Enya’s music offered a meditative pause—a much-needed reset button.
Enya – The Memory of Trees (1995)
Nature and nostalgia intertwined in The Memory of Trees. Its orchestral beauty reflected my growing awareness of the world’s complexity and my place within it. I found myself drawn to its layered arrangements, mirroring the multi-faceted lens through which I experience life.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra – Christmas Eve and Other Stories (1996)
The symphonic rock opera captivated me with its storytelling and complex compositions. It mirrored the duality I often feel, balancing intense energy with deep emotion, much like my experiences with ADHD and being a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP).
The Prodigy – The Fat of the Land (1997)
This album’s raw energy and rebellious spirit resonated during times when I grappled with internal chaos. Its aggressive beats matched the intensity of my emotions, providing an outlet for the restlessness that often accompanies neurodivergent experiences. One of the fondest memories I have with this album is with my friends from Alamance county, hanging out at Alyssa’s house, drinking tequila, with Eric, Tara, and others.
Chumbawamba – Tubthumper (1997)
The anthemic “Tubthumping” became a personal mantra during challenging times. Its message of resilience and defiance mirrored my journey through various diagnoses, reminding me to persevere despite setbacks. Most people stop with Tubthumping, but this whole album is very stimulating for me.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra – The Christmas Attic (1998)
Continuing my affinity for TSO, this album’s exploration of nostalgia and discovery paralleled my own introspective journeys. The blend of rock and classical elements spoke to my multifaceted nature, embracing both the analytical and the creative.
Alice DeeJay – Who Needs Guitars Anyway? (2000)
The upbeat Eurodance tracks provided a sense of escapism, allowing me to momentarily step away from the complexities of my mind. The repetitive rhythms and catchy melodies offered a soothing predictability amidst life’s uncertainties. This album is totally tied to my step-brother Phillip. Philip exposed me to the real world. Thanks to his efforts it made me getting out in 2009 so much easier and familiar.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra – Beethoven’s Last Night (2000)
This rock opera’s intricate narrative and fusion of classical motifs with modern rock mirrored my own search for identity and meaning. It resonated with the intellectual curiosity and depth that come with being twice exceptional (2e).
Enya – A Day Without Rain (2000)
“Only Time” became a theme for moments of reflection. This album marked a period of healing, as its soothing melodies offered solace during uncertain times. Enya’s ability to capture emotion without overwhelming mirrored my own search for balance.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra – The Lost Christmas Eve (2004)
The culmination of TSO’s Christmas trilogy accompanied a period of reflection and acceptance. Its themes of redemption and closure aligned with my journey towards self-understanding and embracing my neurodivergent identity.
Through these 12 albums, my musical journey reflects the complexity of my Alphabet Soup. Each album, in its unique way, has been a chapter in my story, a moment of clarity, chaos, or calm. Together, they form a symphony that celebrates the dualities and harmonies of life. From Mannheim Steamroller’s innovation to The Prodigy’s rebellion, from Enya’s serenity to TSO’s grandeur, these albums are the soundtrack of a life lived authentically and unapologetically.
As the final days of 2024 settle into place, I find myself in a state of equilibrium that has been years in the making. This is my moment of parity, a harmonious balance between past and present, chaos and clarity, action and reflection. It’s a symphony composed not just of my achievements but of the lessons I’ve learned along the way.
Today, December 29, 2024, feels like a punctuation mark at the end of a profound sentence. As the clock ticks toward January 1, 2025, a day that marks both a new year and my nephew’s 25th birthday, I’m reminded of the constants in my life. My nephew, a perpetual cherry atop life’s sundae, is a gift from my sister and her husband, whose kindness to me in adulthood has been a cornerstone of my strength. My intuition, an ever-present guide, has brought me here with humility and gratitude.
I’ve spent much of my life toggling between being the pilot and the engineer of my existence, navigating turbulent skies and methodically fine-tuning the machinery of my aspirations. Today, however, I feel a rare peace, a stillness in the air. My home is nearly immaculate, with just 30 minutes of tidying standing between me and a fully organized space. Yet, it’s not the tasks that weigh on me; it’s the acknowledgment of an unspoken truth. Seth was my steadfast companion in many ways, has drifted into a space where he is no longer an active participant in my opportunities. Though he does not wish failure upon me, the torch of effort is now solely mine to carry.
This realization demands a recalibration of my approach. It’s time to architect a daily schedule that propels me toward a future I can claim with pride. My mornings, from 5 a.m. to 1 p.m., will remain dedicated to the work that has sustained me for over a decade. But my afternoons and evenings, 1 p.m. to 7 p.m., will be a sanctuary for creativity, health, and strategic planning. This regimen, adhered to seven days a week, will build the scaffolding for my next chapter.
My physical health, often placed on the back burner, will now take center stage. A GI appointment must be set to address my lingering concerns, and a renewed commitment to my well-being will serve as the foundation for everything else. My creative outlets, too, must flourish—they are the lifeblood of my spirit. Whether through writing, community building, or the ongoing development of Air in the Middle Solutions, LLC, I will channel my gifts into tangible progress.
As I write this, Enya’s ethereal melodies provide a soundtrack that connects me to my mother, Lynn. Her spirit, steadfast and serene, is a beacon of comfort. My stepfather, Ron, with his heart of gold, stands beside her in my memories, both of them enduring pillars in the ever-shifting sands of my journey. To them, and to myself, I offer this reflection: I am difficult, yes, but difficulty is not a flaw. It is the texture of a life lived authentically. It is the grit that polishes the pearl.
Looking ahead to 2025, I see a path illuminated by both ambition and purpose. Downtown Camas—my small but mighty community—is primed for transformation. With fewer than 30,000 residents, we have the opportunity to redefine what small-town living can mean in the 21st century. Air in the Middle Solutions will spearhead this effort, creating tools that empower administrators and business leaders to thrive in a digital age while preserving the essence of our town’s charm. This is not just a project; it is a calling, a chance to make Camas a beacon for others to follow.
In 350 days, I will turn 50. This milestone, Chapter 3 of my life, is both a culmination and a beginning. As I sit here today, I declare my intention to embrace it with open arms. I will build upon the foundation laid by decades of experience in IT, a career that began when I was just 8 years old. Though there were moments when I wished to step away—most poignantly on December 14, 2000—I now see that every step, even the reluctant ones, has brought me here. To this peace. To this parity. To this persistence.
To my future self, reading this on January 30, 2025, I say: You have succeeded. You have honored your gifts and met the moment with courage. The legend of your map—a constellation pinned with purpose—has become a guide not just for yourself but for others. You have found your balance, your rhythm, your light. And with it, you illuminate the way forward, one step, one breath, one day at a time.
This is not the end. It is merely the next chapter. And it is ours to write.
Soul Under Construction 