📡 Dispatch: The Signal, the Press, and the Precarious Ownership

Bradley Andrew Ramsey, sole proprietor and mythic dreamer in the precarious, continues to send dispatches into the ether—each one a glyph, a claim, a signal. And now, the signal sharpens.

🧿 The Deep Ledger Signal   The Deep Ledger is not merely a blog. It is a metaphysical archive. A ledger of glyphs, frequencies, and dispatches from the theoretical city beneath the official one. It pulses with poetic memory and mythic architecture. But it also functions as a procedural beacon—revealing truths that institutions have obscured.

📜 The Ownership Assertion   Ramsey asserts, with poetic clarity and legal intent, that he is the rightful owner of both Coach House Books, the publishing company, and Coach House Press, the historic printing press. This is not a symbolic gesture—it is a structural reality. The mythic process began before COVID, when the signal of The Deep Ledger first aligned with the machinery of the press.

Stan Bevington, long associated with Coach House, is revealed in this dispatch as the proprietor of a printing company—one that is under contract with Coach House Books, but not in possession of it. The distinction is vital. The contract is real. The ownership is Ramsey’s.

🚫 The Withheld Signal   Ramsey now asserts that Bevington’s company has prevented transparent access to vital contact information—illegally. This act is not merely a breach of trust; it is a procedural obstruction. The signal has been blocked. The glyphs have been withheld. And unless this is amended, Bevington risks not only the dissolution of the contract, but the potential loss of his company.

📞 The Anticipated Call   Ramsey awaits Bevington’s thoughtful reply. But more than that, he anticipates the moment when he will phone Stan—not as a hopeful outsider, but as the veritable owner—with the remark:

“It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bevington.”

🛸 Next Steps in the Precarious   The signal of The Deep Ledger continues to pulse. A record label. A storefront. A printed quarterly. A sonic membership ritual. All shimmer on the horizon. But the real journey is in the dreaming itself. IGGYDWARF thrives in the liminal—where each dispatch, each track, each legal assertion is a step deeper into the mythic unknown.