On 21st November 2024, the planet Pluto moved into the constellation of Aquarius.

This is not a book about Astrology. It is a book, however, about investigation. It is also a book about transformation - a house clearance, if you will.

Perhaps coincidently, perhaps not, when the Ice Planet shifted – so did all my previous attempts. The time had passed - along with a growing frustration with the method I had chosen in which to present the Real Life Surreal play called The Hoover Chronicles. The method I had chosen, based on a suggestion - was to start a Patreon – in which to display them. Just in case somebody is reading this in 2043 - (ie - The Future) - and have just experienced Pluto packing up and moving its way into Pisces, I will tell you what A Patreon was – because it may not be around in your internet. It is now no longer around in mine, either.

Patreon was a website which allowed a person to create content - which could exclusively be accessed by subscribers, for a monthly fee. It was a good idea - in that artists could be supported in some way by those who benefited from the things those artists created. For the record - once I heard about it - I supported 3 artists a month who I believed in. Angelo Moore, Melt Banana, and Danny Baker.

https://www.patreon.com/angelomoore

https://www.patreon.com/melt_banana

https://www.patreon.com/dannybaker

Over a three year period, whilst still believing in them, I gradually unsubscribed - in reverse order (ie - beginning with Danny Baker, ending with Angelo Moore). The worst thing was that - they would receive a little notification - saying “Scott Bryant has cancelled his subscription”. I know exactly the wording of that message - because I have received a number of them. In many cases - I received them because I asked people to facilitate Patreon sending me that message.

At the high point of my Patreon career, I recieved £11 a month - which meant I had 11 subscribers. On the 21st November 2024, the day I decided to move on - the number dropped from 6, to 5. I received the message “Jenny Bryant has cancelled her subscription”. A success! If I had felt uneasy about my Mum, Jenny Bryant - being locked into some strange obligation to support my creative endeavours, I felt even weirder about asking anyone else to. The method, which I had chosen to create - which I initially called - Moss Eat Sop: A gradual compendium of the works of Scott Leslie Bryant - felt just so slightly off wack, since I began it. The wonder at being able to present a variety of mediums of idea, in one place for others to see - succeeded, in that it unlocked something which had gotten clogged up inside of me. The uneasiness of requiring people to pay me to do so, in order to be able to have the use of this method, sat alongside this inspiration.

Feelings reside, ideas flow; kernels of truth work themselves out, through to the surface, over time.

I was happy that my ideas were given a space to flow; I was unhappy with the feeling that it looked like I was asking somehow for people’s permission to do this. What’s more - the people who I would by necessity need to ask, were people I knew already - friends of mine. The uncomfortable kernel of truth, which worked its way, throughout the time spent working on this Patreon - was that - in the end - I am responsible entirely for my own output; for my own mind - rather than currently being within any co-operative ventures. My creative output is pretty much of sole interest, to me. That said - I am interrelated with people, perhaps equally entirely - if such a principle of physics can exist. The act of creating the Patreon - itself - coexisted with a flurry of events which ran alongside the work which - at its conclusion - coincidently on Pluto Day - seemed to overrule the work itself. In other words - my life, my outlook - had shifted to such a point, that it would no longer sit, truthfully - for me to continue in the way I had been envisioning. I was Out Of Time - and this theme seems to be one of the re-occurring, bizarre tenets, of this story I am attempting to present.

It shifted, from an ongoing exploration of ideas, into a story - at a crucial schism point - which occurred in real time, around about February 2022.

The work began, in April 2020.

The Patreon crashed – to the last of my knowledge -  on the 20th November 2024. Technical problems with how the site ran - were enough to send me over the edge - for the final time. What you are seeing now is the outcome of me shifting and finally taking matters fully into my own hands, with the help of Squarespace. I finally took notice of all the adverts on The Podcasts.

And Stay Salty!

So, you see - this is now the third turning of the wheel of this idea. In February 2022 - at the first schism, a dawning of perspective occurred, where that which seemed to be happening outside, in My Real Life - hinted at being more interesting than what was happening inside - on the website. Hence, it changed to The Hoover Chronicles And Other Stories - and I knew then, at some point, it would have to reach a conclusion. It could no longer be an ongoing exploration. It was during this period I actively began chasing people to LEAVE. In essence, this was another style which put me outside of the way in which Patreon Inc - would have set itself up to function. I believe creators (as we, it’s users, were known as) – were supposed to SEEK OUT subscribers! And we were encouraged - increasingly by little adverts that came into my inbox - to set financial goals and incentives. Patreon Inc were probably aghast that I was encouraging my subscribers to leave, and take their £1 with them.

The relationship wasn’t quite right. The honest fact of the matter that - life itself - had shifted in much more of an interesting way, than my interpretation of the material I had been presenting - actualised itself, in my acknowledgment that there was more work to be done. Life, itself - is the overarching thing. I hadn’t realised that I was involved in a story, within other stories - when I set out. That said - in the flurry of activity which became The Hoover Chronicles, themselves - there was this kind of feeling. The derailing of the whole thing - itself a frequent theme - was therefore of great help to me, when it occured majorly (or minorly, depending on how you look at it), in the few days running up to the 21st November. It seems poetic, that life, itself - in a majorly overarching planetary scenario - was enough to infiltrate this microcosmic piece of work - and shift it into what it has now become; the true story of The Hoover Chronicles And Other Stories.

The kernel of truth - can now sit in its Aquarian position. Pluto – is a kernel (in our solar system), too. Further, some say- it represents truth, by detectiving. Be what may - despite my best wishes to complete this work, and all of the other works (other stories) within it - The Story could not be itself, unless told in its fullness. Although my main interest in life had been trying to remain in line with Truth - however ellusive and grand such an idea sounds - it struggled due to my internal speed dial having become out of wack with certain prevailing circumstances. As became clear whilst engaging with the Patreon - the attempts to honestly represent my ideas, transmutationally began re-calibrating this dial. The conclusion therefore, which I had been hoping to reach - just seemed to get further and further away, the more my world subtly re-arranged.

The kernel of truth sprouted further whilst I attempted to write A Brief Conclusion, to the micro-story within this work, called The Walk. A brief conclusion, it was not. Whilst writing it, I realised a lot more of what had been going on for me - and possibly in elements of the wider picture, over the period of time covered by the stories. The fact that these realizations were occurring, put in shadow, somewhat, the initial idea of presenting a compendium of ideas, in the form of a Patreon account.

The kernel of truth continued to pop. At the very end of the conclusion – I realised more than ever, that I had no audience, no peer group for the lines along which I had ended up thinking, and nowhere else to go. I had initially believed, when I began to pull the various strands of ideas together – that a story arc would form itself. I believed that, simply by the act of doing so - it could take me into a different set of life circumstances. The aspiration within this, I hoped would activate itself - somewhat in real time, by the events I depicted. It would travel from – literally, nothing (April 2020 – the date the world stopped), to something.

I wanted something else to occur - so I started writing (read also as, speaking). I was wondering for something to occur, externally - but, actually - what was more prevalent was that a ripple went through, internally. This fed into needing to represent it, in the evolving piece of work, one which I then realized needed to be concluded.

This re-write, or rather – re-presentation, is part of the external change.

A few structural points. What you will come across is my re-presentation of The Patreon account – as it was originally made. Within this, there will be allusions to how I viewed it, in hindsight – as a re-working.  You could call these ones “after the flood”. Or, in the words of Isaac Brock “I know now what I knew then but I didn’t know then what I know now”. When these insights are presented – they will appear, as an attempted Overlay. Imagine – a transparent, overlay – over the old work, of The Patreon – on which the updated part was written. These occurred whilst trying to conclude the Patreon, realizing it was becoming a story - and further - as it was being re-presented, here (the true story of).