I cleaned up my act a bit when I met a girl I liked and we started a relationship. She was still at school and I picked her up in my Volkswagen Golf after school and took her home every day. With time as our relationship developed I started to feel responsible for her well being seeing how emotionally dependant she became on me over time. I did not have a job. I was always setting up LANS and playing computer games with my buddies and sponging of my parents, I had no interest in earning income or looking for a job. In spite of this unproductive attitude to life my girlfriend loved me, I could articulate abstract concepts and explain mysteries and organise thoughts into coherent ideas of life and philosophy and we had many friends. I decided that I was going to get my life in order so that I can man up to the responsibility of having a woman in my life. I got a job at a car dealer got into a fight with the manager and fired my boss after a week of witnessing the most shallow insipid style of life and world view. The fiat system was so repulsive to me it would make me sick. I even refused to open a bank account which did not help with trying to find employment. I ended up working for my father learning skills from a man I could respect because his character was honourable and above reproach. I could disagree with him and retain my respect for him. He was stuck in a fiat clutch of debt, a hard worker and honest businessman but the fiat world never allows good men a moment for pause. He was willing to pay me in cash and I started to provide for my young wife and newborn daughter. I discovered the bitcoin whitepaper in 2011, in this time but I was not in a position to attain any because the rails for purchase did not yet exist in my country, I did not have internet access at home and my PC was just standing at my parents house at the time so mining was not an option.

We did not even have electricity, I shut it off because I had a fight with my wife's fiat minded family who wanted to split the electric bill on the property equally. I had purchased a kwh meter that I was going to install at my distribution board to calculate how many units of power we used monthly. They did not like that idea and I got push back from them. So I disconnected our house and paid the two following bills, when the third bill came I did not pay. They were very surprised to find out that we were living without electricity to for two months already and they did not even have a difference in the price of the electric bill. We were hardly using any power and was paying a bulk chunk of their bills. Anyway...

I immediately understood Bitcoin and the problems it could solve for me personally with regards to the fact that I hated money so much. My disconnect with reality suddenly did not reflect my madness but the madness of the world. I adopted Bitcoin in my heart and had my hopes pinned on it achieving some type of success. Bitcoin became a placeholder in my mind thereafter something I knew I would keep track of into the future. In 2016 sometime I watched a video where Jack Mallers discussed placing verifiable and peer to peer bets on chess games online using Bitcoin. I got so excited I wanted to explode, I called my dad and my brothers and I wanted them to see the video. Their reaction left me disappointed because I realised that the implications of what this tech could become was lost on them and I could not adequately explain it in analogies that made sense, I just seemed like a rambling nutcase. Anyway I did a bit of searching and found that it was possible to buy Bitcoin online in South Africa. I did not waste any time and opened a bank account for the first time in 11 years. (I had a savings account when I was a kid.) I needed to be able to do transfers to purchase bitcoin. Our first purchase was R150 we ended up with 90 rand after the exchange took a third of the amount in withdrawal fees because I immediately taught myself how to and took self custody. It was about 0.01170000 sats. I used all those sats to order a type of debit card from England wherewith I tried spending the bitcoin at a local supermarket. I was not trying to save the sats, I wanted to test the technology and did not know I was spending potentially thousands of rands in future savings buying a card and some junk food. It worked for about two weeks then regulations forced the company that supplied the card to shut down its services. They emailed me and apologised. I did not care, this technology was going to change the world forever, the only thing I could not yet predict was how long it would take for adoption to happen. In my mind we were on the precipice of a revolution and the whole world was going to see the light overnight. I was so wrong and my expectations were 100% unrealistic. I had way too much confidence in humanities collective intelligence and their ability to see the change in monetary dynamics I perceived as the ultimate liberation of all mankind. When I realised how unresponsive people are to this I took up the responsibility of educating everyone I came in contact with about Bitcoin and I did not even own any meaningful amount properly yet. The price did not matter to me. I did not even understand how valuable it would become as wealth, the function of cutting out all intermediate institutions was the selling point for me. No one valued, understood or even bothered taking me seriously. Some people humoured me and some laughed and scoffed at me. I became frustrated. But for the first time in my life, I had hope, meaning, something to aspire to...

...and that is valuable.

To be continued...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYuNA3ifPKc

One of the topics of discussion was the problem of mental illness, paranoia and schizophrenia and is the point I would like to expound on in this document.

This type of illness is not unwarranted and I find it to be much more common under the general populace of the world than is generally believed. Pharmaceutical drugs speaks to the symptoms of these fears but does not answer the cause. I strongly oppose drugs as a means to deal with possible mental health conditions because I believe them to be dangerous and suicide inducing when brain chemistry is affected by alcohol, chemicals in food, drink and water. It can have a host of undesirable side effects on medicated minds. I am not speaking to everyone's unique situation. I would personally much rather beat my problems out in my private ruminations and suffer in silence hoping to come to a point where some type of closure is found. Hopefully that helps me to carry on with life in a way that brings stability and peace to my family and loved ones in spite of inner my confliction and turmoil carried as permanent scars on my conscience.

The problem of paranoia and schizophrenia is as old as time and is predominantly a spectre born from uncertainty. This uncertainty in a more extreme way plagues people with power and wealth who suffer from these fears more than simple people with simple lives and little or nothing to lose. People with power and wealth, driven by fears and doubts then manifest and project their own fear outwards in the form of tyrannical oppression of these simple and contented people. In turn it manifests in the general population as paranoia and schizophrenia, an irrational/rational fear of the elite. A loop of fear and pain feeding on it's tail like the ourobouros serpent consuming itself. The "haves" clustering together in exclusive clubs for protection from the "have not's" who are increasingly disenfranchised from basic necessities and dignity.

This cycle of pain and trauma is rarely broken throughout human history, when it is, it is so impactful to the collective human phsyce that it is an epochal shift in the way society functions for centuries thereafter. Some times for the better, mostly for the worse. When for the better it usually manifests in more personal responsibility and greater freedom for all. As if the whole world releases a sigh of relief when it discovers that it was afraid of nothing more than a little darkness.

I am going to give an example of ancient collective resentment brewed from trauma through metaphor. A metaphor that Bryan Solstin alludes to in the interview is the Hayekian hidden hand. This metaphor has another definition that I would like to draw from, but for clarity and distinction I am going to define Adam Smith's hidden hand so that I can dispose of this metaphor and shift to a exposition of the hidden hand that is more useful to this thesis specifically. Both explanations are equally useful and valid in their own right but not the same in meaning.

Follow the link to learn the detail and value of Adam Smith's hidden hand and Friedrich Hayek's conclusions from it as subject matter.

https://www.adamsmithworks.org/documents/adam-smith-peter-foster-invisible-hand

I would like to address all the hands in order of heavy, hidden and strong.

The Heavy Hand

The heavy hand of God is often used in scripture to explain calamity of a populace or individual when confronted with some form of perceived judgement. When punishment is dealt by God in the old testament it is often generalised as the heavy hand of God. The physical hand not evident but the detrimental effects felt tangibly and empirically. The solidity and weight of the hand quantified in the suffering induced by its distribution.

Job 33:7

Surely no fear of me will terrify you, Nor will my hand be heavy on you.

I Samuel 5:6

But the hand of the Lord was heavy on the people of Ashdod, and He ravaged them and struck them with tumors, both Ashdod and its territory.

The heavy hand is not perceived as evil by the narrators of biblical literature. It is a predictable and sincere authority which punishes justly and obviously as a repercussion to dishonest and malfeasant behaviour. A type of karma and "serves you right" rebalancing of wrongs committed into an acceptable outcome of divine justice. In modern times the heavy hand is frequently interpreted as divine retribution when evil befalls people who have abused and treated others unfairly. This frame of mind could lead naive and vulnerable people into a superstitious trap where they find themselves entertained with the idea that devils are trying to harm them and guardian angels fighting at protecting them. This is a form of religious coping mechanism used to deal with uncertainty and doubt when people are ignorant of reality.

It is not logical to fear the heavy hand of god if you lead a good life. This is a very good and generally well accepted idea. If you hurt people they will be mad at you and want to hurt you back. So if you lead a simple and respectable life you should be safe from the invasive proclivity of bad mental health. id est Fear of punishment.

I Thessalonians 4:9-12

But concerning brotherly love you have no need that I should write to you, for you yourselves are taught by God to love one another; and indeed you do so toward all the brethren who are in all Macedonia. But we urge you, brethren, that you increase more and more; that you also aspire to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you, that you may walk properly toward those who are outside, and that you may lack nothing.

Paul gives sound advice that is foundational to and guides towards a stable and healthy mental state. Behaving respectfully toward your brethren, minding your own business and being self sufficient.

Now none should fear the heavy hand of god for his wrath is appeased under these pleasant conditions of societal harmony.

The Hidden Hand (Not Adam Smith's)

The hidden hand also finds it's origin in Judea, first founded and branded as the Mysterious Force, established as a movement by Herod Agrippa I as a conspiracy to snuff out the spread of Christianity and maintain Judaism as dominant culture in a environment of conflicting religious ideology. It has since evolved into a conspiratorial malevolence that is cause of consternation and fear that has plagued western civilisation for centuries. I would contend it is the root cause for almost all manifestations of antisemitism in predominantly christian countries, Orthodox, Catholic and Protestant alike.

The evolution of the hidden hands manifestation in the modern world is a product of western capitalism and imperialism. This is what is commonly referred to as principalities and powers of the air, the enemy that cannot be confronted because of it's ideological nature. People fear a maniacal elite who wish to dominate and control every aspect of their existence to the point of them being enslaved. People link this fear into international organisations or movements such as the World Economic Forum, Aipac, Freemasonry, Illuminati, Communists, Zionism, Islam or the global financial elite, pick your poison. This fear of a malevolent power that is bigger than your ability to confront is cause of real and pervasive mental illness. Fear of impending doom and no obvious avenue of escape. Chemtrails, FEMA death camps, gulags and covid isolation facilities, vaccine passports and travel restrictions, world war III, nuclear war, global warming. These fears have a tremendous detrimental effect on humanities mental health leading to the type of paranoia and schizophrenia that John Nash and many others suffer from, myself included. The elites love it when your fears are bigger than you confrontational ability to fight it. They graciously accept responsibility, confronting your fears in your stead while coercing you to submit to their authority. A mentally ill and scared populace is an easily controlled group. People who recognise the real danger cope with these fears by prepping, buying gold, guns, ammo and by joining extremist organisations. But it is not a cure just a coping mechanism because this intangible power of the air is not a material flesh and blood threat but ideological in nature. Born from peoples proclivity to harm themselves irreparably.

How do we find a cure to mental health issues of this magnitude? It seems an impossible dream.

The Strong Hands.

In bitcoin we like to joke and meme about the salad hands who sell their coins to turn a quick fiat profit and the diamond hands who hold onto their coins with unwavering conviction no matter the fiat price. This is because those who study and understand bitcoin transcend the principalities and powers of the air, we predict and speculate on the types of problems bitcoin might one day solve. We cannot value it adequately by the virtue of the problems we don't even know bitcoin will solve yet. Bitcoin is a priceless treasure to those who comprehend the esoteric attributes of it.

II Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.

If John Nash is indeed the inventor of bitcoin I find it very inspiring to think that he found it therapeutic to confront the nature of his fear head on and tackled the root problem of mental illness being the love of money by working to fix money. Chaos and entropy is a natural part of life. If the human condition is defined by our eternally having to confront chaos with the intent of establishing good and useful order then John Nash is probably about to heal the world from a whole host of mental illnesses and causation's. Human's who motivated by greed exploit their brethren cause a distortion in value signal transmission. This degradation in signal translates into increased uncertainty and by extension increased mental illness and fears, rational and irrational.

Isaiah 35:3 Strengthen the weak hands, And make firm the feeble knees.

It does not really matter where you think the evils of this world spring from.

Bitcoin fixes this problem and the problems you have not thought of.

We are still in the transition of a broken world reeling from ages of pain and suffering to a new one. Remember that which is promised in prophecy is a world of hope, prosperity and property rights. A world where the exploiter of the weak and innocent has no foothold and no power.

If John Nash is or is not Satoshi Nakamoto makes no difference to this inevitable outcome.

Stay humble, stack sats.

Post script: "The elites" whoever they are most certainly suffer from worse and even more detrimental mental illness, delusions of grandeur and fear than does the common man. Their fears are not unwarranted but bitcoin could fix it for them too. I am just worried that they do not appreciate the price they deserve as demonstrated by their continual dismissing of it.

Regards

EchDel

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This is a controversial rambling, just thoughts on some interesting phenomena with regards to the evolution of societal norms, comparisons and oddities with regards to the distinct differences of understanding and mentality of people a couple millennia ago. I touch on cultural fundamentals, feminism, masculinity, information warfare and the protection of what makes society function, the protection of women from harm. It has some comic relief elements worked in to just soften the dark and morbid reality of recorded human history.

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The Streisand Effect

In 2002 or 2003, I am not certain, a dude named Kenneth was being flown along the coast taking pictures from a helicopter. Flying past Barbara Streisand's luxury coastal home in Malibu California he took another pretty picture. This picture among hundreds was posted on a website where they were documenting and measuring coastal erosion with the intent to help make informed policy decisions. He was being flown by, out at sea and not directly over her property. It caused her much emotional distress. He was sued $50 million for violating her privacy. She believed it to be an invasion of her privacy, like Nancy Pelosi believed the January 6 invasion of Capitol was a violent insurrection. Imagine that. The lawsuit was chucked out by the courts and she was ordered to pay Kenneth $177,000 to cover his legal expenses. Before the lawsuit the image had been downloaded six times. Obviously it had gone viral after the lawsuit. Since the lawsuit, well... man, wow, certain scummy 4chan meme drenched websites were on fire. Everyone was talking about Barbara Streisand and sharing pictures and jokes of her house for weeks. It was ironic and hilarious. The purpose of the lawsuit was to remove the picture from the internet and the result was everyone was poking fun at her expensive mansion. The memes, I can't even...

Imagine the precedent set and lawsuits against google for satellite maps and street view had her case won.

In this situation there were a few weird coincidences. I will label it, the cause, the desire and the outcome. None of them were predictable because the collective social internet was so fresh it changed how everything worked.

The cause: Guy flies and takes pictures for research, probably does not even know it's her house.

The desire: She wants the picture removed and receive compensation for her emotional distress. Nothing less than $50 million will be sufficient.

The outcome: A new type of cause and affect is discovered with regards to a world where everyone has equal access to the masses. No longer are celebrities talking at us through small or large square windows in our theatres and homes. We get to talk back at them and about them and explore their weaknesses and failures. We get to embarrass and humiliate them if they do not behave like decent normal people should. We don't mind their ivory towers. Just don't pick on the average Joe anymore, the average Joe collectively has a voice more powerful than yours now. Like Leonardo DiCaprio preaching about global warming from his private jet. We don't care about you flier miles, just don't be a hypocrite.

Which got me thinking. As a peasant, proletariat, a plebeian, how do you make your voice heard in a time where there is no media? I am not talking about no social media, I mean ancient times, no media. No local newspaper where you can post a missing cat picture. No radio with which to advertise your business. Nothing. A time where the king has a dude who shouts decrees from a paper on a hill. Those type of times.

It bothered me, thankfully I have an extensive library of history available to study and find an answer to this interesting question. I found it in the book of Judges in a wild west of ancient savagery where kings would cut off the heads of men just to bed the latters wives. A time where woman were property. Yes, crazy wild times.

Let us set a precedent for this cultural phenomenon and work our way back to media, the virality of said media and the subsequent outrage generated by the news spread by the channels/mediums of media. An ancient example of problem, reaction, solution.

First let's discover an ancient outrage on a smaller more localised platform and then scale it up to something more spectacular.

Genesis Chapter 34

1: Now Dinah the daughter of Leah, whom she had borne to Jacob, went out to see the daughters of the land. ---She wanted to make friends with other girls and was allowed to leave her families protection unescorted.--- 2: And when in Shechem the son of Hamor the Hivite, prince of that country, saw her, he took her and lay with her, and violated her. ---In those days, princes were literally just the son of the chief in the settlement, they were nothing special and they were common and illiterate agrarian goat herders, just like Jacob. You could find a prince every 30 kilometres in those regions at the time. A dime a dozen.--- 5: And Jacob heard that he defiled Dinah his daughter. Now his sons were with his livestock in the field; so Jacob held his peace until they came. 7: And the sons of Jacob came in from the field when they heard it; and the men were grieved and very angry, because he had done a disgraceful thing in Israel by lying with Jacob's daughter, a thing which ought not be done. ---The modern definition of non consensual laying is rape. It is still a thing that ought not be done to this very day.--- 8: But Hamor spoke with them, saying, "The soul of my son Shechem longs for your daughter. Please give her to him as a wife."--- Now I see this guy as trying to appease the group of angry men, appealing to taking the responsibility of caring for the violated girl off her families hands as she is now become a liability. Her worth has been "degraded" by loss of virginity. Her brothers felt this violation was disrespectful, not only to their sister but also to their entire family. Imagine a guy rapes your sister and then pops in the next day and is like "Bro, she resisted, but I love her more than she could possibly understand. WTF."--- 9: And make marriages with us; give your daughters to us, and take our daughters to yourselves. 10: So you shall dwell with us, and the land shall be before you. Dwell and trade in it, and acquire possessions for yourselves in it.” 11: Then Shechem said to her (Dinah's) father and her brothers, “Let me find favor in your eyes, and whatever you say to me I will give. 12: Ask me ever so much dowry and gift, and I will give according to what you say to me; but give me the young woman as a wife.” 13: But the sons of Jacob answered Shechem and Hamor his father, and spoke deceitfully, because he had defiled Dinah their sister. ---The Israelite brothers must have read Sun Tzu, because they were at a huge numerical disadvantage. This might be why these Hivite gents were so confident in confronting them directly. They probably had a whole entourage of armed men with them during these negotiations. It's just the way men meet in barbaric times. With more and bigger spears.--- 14: And they said to them, “We cannot do this thing, to give our sister to one who is uncircumcised, for that would be a reproach to us. ---They opted to have a literal dick measuring contest. The first in recorded history.--- 15: But on this condition we will consent to you: If you will become as we are, if every male of you is circumcised, 16: then we will give our daughters to you, and we will take your daughters to us; and we will dwell with you, and we will become one people. 17: But if you will not heed us and be circumcised, then we will take our daughter and be gone.” ---Now Abraham had himself circumcised as an adult being the first dude to undertake the procedure. He made it obligatory that his male descendants should all be circumcised a few days after birth. To the modern observer this "command" from god to slice off a piece of your dick seems stupid. But is it? Thought experiment. Let's say Bob lives in dangerous times with dangerous men in a desert where there are no modern ablution facilities. John rocks up at a Bob's tent and claims he is family of Bob travelling far and asks for hospitality and to be hosted for the night. Bob is like hmm, "He speaks my language, he has a similar complexion to me, but his bandit buddies might be hiding behind a hill waiting for his signal when me and my family are fast asleep." So Bob gives him lots of nice wine to drink and they break bread together. Later John needs to take a piss, Bob tells him that he also wants to take a leak, Bob walks with John behind a bush. John pulls up his robe whips out his dick and Bob can then decide how he is going to handle the situation from there. Seeing John's uncircumcised appendage Bob is safe to assume that him and his family are in danger. Also think of how vulnerable John is with his pants down draining the main vein, it might be Bob's opportune and only moment to strike first and unexpectedly. Bet you never heard an explanation like that in favour of having a cut foreskin. A secret sign of sign of familiarity. As a pragmatist I have interpreted all God's commandments following common sense and useful logic to explain them.--- 18: And their words pleased Hamor and Shechem, Hamor’s son. 19: So the young man did not delay to do the thing, because he delighted in Jacob’s daughter. ---He was like LFG bring that knife I'm ready. I can imagine Shia LaBeouf playing this part in the NETFLIX original series.

--- He was more honourable than all the household of his father. ---I think this simply means the bravest. Being circumcised as a little kid is easier when you have no say in the matter. You require more mental fortitude as a grown man to voluntarily submit to this procedure. Like playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded revolver.---

20: And Hamor and Shechem his son came to the gate of their city, and spoke with the men of their city, saying: 21: “These men are at peace with us. Therefore let them dwell in the land and trade in it. For indeed the land is large enough for them. Let us take their daughters to us as wives, and let us give them our daughters. 22: Only on this condition will the men consent to dwell with us, to be one people: if every male among us is circumcised as they are circumcised. 23: Will not their livestock, their property, and every animal of theirs be ours? Only let us consent to them, and they will dwell with us.” --- They really had to make it sound like a good deal.

24: And all who went out of the gate of his city heeded Hamor and Shechem his son; every male was circumcised, all who went out of the gate of his city.

25: Now it came to pass on the third day, when they were in pain, that two of the sons of Jacob, Simeon and Levi, Dinah’s brothers, each took his sword and came boldly upon the city and killed all the males. 26: And they killed Hamor and Shechem his son with the edge of the sword, and took Dinah from Shechem’s house, and went out. ---I must admit that this is as awesome as 300 or some Herculean feat. These okes were Alpha Chads.--- 27: The sons of Jacob came upon the slain, and plundered the city, because their sister had been defiled. ---So they sent their sister as a gift to show good faith albeit deceitfully I doubt she was wise to their plan. They knew that the guy cannot have sex with her because time has to pass for his wound to heal.--- 28: They took their sheep, their oxen, and their donkeys, what was in the city and what was in the field, 29: and all their wealth. All their little ones and their wives they took captive; and they plundered even all that was in the houses. ---The small tribe of Israelites probably had a baby boom as a people because of the influx of women gained through this specific conquest.---

30: Then Jacob said to Simeon and Levi, “You have troubled me by making me obnoxious among the inhabitants of the land, among the Canaanites and the Perizzites; and since I am few in number, they will gather themselves together against me and kill me. I shall be destroyed, my household and I.”

31: But they said, “Should he treat our sister like a harlot?” --- To all the feminists who say "How dare you deny a girl the freedom to go where she wants a chase her dreams. Girls can do anything! Girl power!" No, they just end up in some sleazeball's harem. Girls can only do "anything" in Western Civilisation because men have agreed on a very specific set of moral principles which are Christian in nature. Biblical record teaches us why we have freedom, how to facilitate and maintain these freedoms. If you are a feminist you should find a good man and thank him for disciplining his base desires and holds you up with esteem and respect. Feminists are destroying the pedestal men built to support them. But I digress once again.

So now we know why ancient women were under men's protection as their most valuable possession. Women could not acquire and retain agency by themselves for themselves by reason of their physical vulnerability in a wilderness of savages. Not rocket science, just common sense. When cows are money women are not entrepreneurs. There are technological and societal advances required before womens gain of agency and independence is possible.

We have just witnessed how a small group of men conspired and through cunning devised a strategy wherewith they managed to avenge a wrong committed against them. Tooth for teeth and eye for eyes. Violence begets escalation of violence. It might be the first time a nation went to war over a woman's honour. It's not the last time nations went to war over a woman either.

About 600 hundred years later, circa 1100 BC.

Judges 19

1: And it came to pass in those days, when there was no king in Israel, that there was a certain Levite staying in the remote mountains of Ephraim. He took for himself a concubine from Bethlehem in Judah. ---A concubine is a woman under the legal protection of a man who performs the same duties as a wife but does not receive the same status and social recognition as a wife. She cohabits and even bears children. Sounds rough and unpleasant. Almost like a type of slave. A concubine is rarely given in marriage and more frequently exchanged like a good. I believe that the man was legally obligated to support and protect her but anyone can imagine that this is not the ideal outcome for a woman of any culture born in any age. It must have sucked.--- 2: But his concubine played the harlot against him, and went away from him to her father’s house at Bethlehem in Judah, and was there four whole months. ---Here it helps to have some perspective on where the Overton window was lying when this episode of history was recorded and happened. To a lesser extent it was similar just a century or two ago. Have you watched Roland Emmerich's movie The Patriot starring Mel Gibson and Heath Ledger. Do you remember the scene where they had to tie Gabriel Martin (Heath) up when he spent the night over at his sweethearts house. This was because her father had to be able to guarantee the chastity of his daughter on the day of her wedding. No unmarried girl could freely travel alone about the countryside without being under supervision and when she was permitted to court a suitor, a chaperone was required to escort the couple. This was to ensure that no accusation of unseemly behaviour could be made without angering the man who is responsible for her protection. If a girl was raped there were massacres. Some cultures even had intrusive forms of testing the bride to be for proof of virginity, sometimes before and sometimes after the marriage bed. If a woman was a product in a transaction or given as a bride she was required to be a virgin unless she was sold as a whore, meaning for a cheap price. The father, brothers and later the husband carried responsibility for her chaste and loyal behaviour. This does not mean that men behaved with honour. Most were self righteous pigs. But many were good husbands and fathers.--- 3: Then her husband arose and went after her, to speak kindly to her and bring her back, having his servant and a couple of donkeys with him. So she brought him into her father’s house; and when the father of the young woman saw him, he was glad to meet him. 4: Now his father-in-law, the young woman’s father, detained him; and he stayed with him three days. So they ate and drank and lodged there. ---She was not having indiscriminate affairs with random men. She just missed her family and ran away. She would not have been labelled a harlot if she was travelling with her husbands blessing and an escort for protection, she ran away and he could not protect her or be witness to her behaviour. Almost like being guilty by association but more like being guilty for lack of evidence. She becomes Schrodinger's cat. Faithful? Unfaithful? You could not know even with the box open.--- 5: Then it came to pass on the fourth day that they arose early in the morning, and he stood to depart; but the young woman’s father said to his son-in-law, “Refresh your heart with a morsel of bread, and afterward go your way.” 6: So they sat down, and the two of them ate and drank together. Then the young woman’s father said to the man, “Please be content to stay all night, and let your heart be merry.” 7: And when the man stood to depart, his father-in-law urged him; so he lodged there again. 8: Then he arose early in the morning on the fifth day to depart, but the young woman’s father said, “Please refresh your heart.” So they delayed until afternoon; and both of them ate. 9: And when the man stood to depart—he and his concubine and his servant—his father-in-law, the young woman’s father, said to him, “Look, the day is now drawing toward evening; please spend the night. See, the day is coming to an end; lodge here, that your heart may be merry. Tomorrow go your way early, so that you may get home.” 10: However, the man was not willing to spend that night; so he rose and departed, and came opposite Jebus (that is, Jerusalem). With him were the two saddled donkeys; his concubine was also with him. 11: They were near Jebus, and the day was far spent; and the servant said to his master, “Come, please, and let us turn aside into this city of the Jebusites and lodge in it.” 12: But his master said to him, “We will not turn aside here into a city of foreigners, who are not of the children of Israel; we will go on to Gibeah.”---The city of Jerusalem would would not be conquered by king David for another 100 years. This guy did not want to trust foreigners who did not respect his culture and customs with the security of his party. It seems wise. He opted to stay with people who were kin.--- 13: So he said to his servant, “Come, let us draw near to one of these places, and spend the night in Gibeah or in Ramah.” 14: And they passed by and went their way; and the sun went down on them near Gibeah, which belongs to Benjamin. 15: They turned aside there to go in to lodge in Gibeah. And when he went in, he sat down in the open square of the city, for no one would take them into his house to spend the night. ---He arrived late during the day as well making it difficult to arrange lodging at the last minute.--- 16: Just then an old man came in from his work in the field at evening, who also was from the mountains of Ephraim; he was staying in Gibeah, whereas the men of the place were Benjamites. 17: And when he raised his eyes, he saw the traveller in the open square of the city; and the old man said, “Where are you going, and where do you come from?” 18: So he said to him, “We are passing from Bethlehem in Judah toward the remote mountains of Ephraim; I am from there. I went to Bethlehem in Judah; now I am going to the house of the Lord. But there is no one who will take me into his house, 19: although we have both straw and fodder for our donkeys, and bread and wine for myself, for your female servant, and for the young man who is with your servant; there is no lack of anything.”

20: And the old man said, “Peace be with you! However, let all your needs be my responsibility; only do not spend the night in the open square.” ---The old man knew how lawless his city was and did not want to leave the Levite vulnerable in the town square, unfortunately the strangers presence in the city was already noted.--- 21: So he brought him into his house, and gave fodder to the donkeys. And they washed their feet, and ate and drank. 22: As they were enjoying themselves, suddenly certain men of the city, perverted men, surrounded the house and beat on the door. They spoke to the master of the house, the old man, saying, “Bring out the man who came to your house, that we may know him carnally!” 23: But the man, the master of the house, went out to them and said to them, “No, my brethren! I beg you, do not act so wickedly! Seeing this man has come into my house, do not commit this outrage. ---He is asking them nicely without physical authority to respect his private property.--- 24: Look, here is my virgin daughter and the man’s concubine; let me bring them out now. Humble them, and do with them as you please; but to this man do not do such a vile thing!” ---How sad that a woman's honour is traded for a mans personal safety. This history is definitely not a heroes epic.--- 25: But the men would not heed him. So the man took his concubine and brought her out to them. And they knew her and abused her all night until morning; and when the day began to break, they let her go. ---Many modern day scholars of the humanist persuasion pull up their noses at Biblical texts precisely because of these types of occurrences recorded in it. When a historian is willing to record for posterity their failures as well as their victories it only garners trust that the history is true and unmolested by those who would wish to hide and twist the truth to suit their narrative or motives. The aftershock of this event was and is still significant and warrants explanation to the descendants of these people to help them understand their current reality at the time of learning it 2800-2000 years ago. The Bible is not a toy, it is also not a fairy tale. It is the most comprehensive exposition of the human condition currently available for study.--- 26: Then the woman came as the day was dawning, and fell down at the door of the man’s house where her master was, till it was light. 27: When her master arose in the morning, and opened the doors of the house and went out to go his way, there was his concubine, fallen at the door of the house with her hands on the threshold. 28: And he said to her, “Get up and let us be going.” But there was no answer. So the man lifted her onto the donkey; and the man got up and went to his place. ---The modern reader of this might feel a crime of murder and rape was committed. I assure you that this is not the crime. The crime here is that private property was vandalised and destroyed. I pity the woman with my modern Western mind. But as a student of history I have to face the fact that the man was the victim in his day and age. The emotions and pain of this event is not described and could not be described in it's full detail. We do not know if a distraught and scared man was lying inside the house crying, being shushed and detained by his host? I doubt that this was the case, I can only speculate. We only have the information which was deemed sufficient and necessary to be carved onto a slab of stone or scribed onto papyrus. Historians of ages past were not as privileged as I to be able to write and babble thousands of words without the laborious cost which written or carved words claimed from the ancient and even more recent thinkers. Modern critics of ancient texts are not sufficiently recognising these costs. We learn more important lessons from histories scandals than we do from it's triumph's.--- 29: When he entered his house he took a knife, laid hold of his concubine, and divided her into twelve pieces, limb by limb, and sent her throughout all the territory of Israel. 30: And so it was that all who saw it said, “No such deed has been done or seen from the day that the children of Israel came up from the land of Egypt until this day. Consider it, confer, and speak up!” --- Wait what? This guy gone did what? He chopped his wife into 12 pieces? If there was a king which there was not he could have made a plea for justice. If there was a court he could have made a claim. If he had a gun he could have shot them all in a righteous fury. He wanted justice but justice did not have a door for him to knock on. His own people whom he chose to trust above the foreigner abused his trust. It is here where I solemnly confer that it's better to not have expectations of valour from people you don't know, don't trust if you can help it. No one is coming to save you. I'm sorry? I forgot to explain why he couriered his concubines corpse all across the country you say. He did it because he did not have a mobile phone, facebook, twitter, newspapers, radio, or cable TV from where he could broadcast the injustice and pain he and his deceased concubine was subjected to. He knew to get his situation trending on the network of human conversation he had to create sensation. A Streisand effect but intentionally. A rallying cry, like Peanut the squirrel, just a bit more gruesome.---

Judges 21

1: So all the children of Israel came out, from Dan to Beersheba, as well as from the land of Gilead, and the congregation gathered together as one man before the Lord at Mizpah.  2: And the leaders of all the people, all the tribes of Israel, presented themselves in the assembly of the people of God, four hundred thousand foot soldiers who drew the sword. 3 (Now the children of Benjamin heard that the children of Israel had gone up to Mizpah.) Then the children of Israel said, “Tell us, how did this wicked deed happen?” 4: So the Levite, the husband of the woman who was murdered, answered and said, “My concubine and I went into Gibeah, which belongs to Benjamin, to spend the night. 5: And the men of Gibeah rose against me, and surrounded the house at night because of me. They intended to kill me, but instead they ravished my concubine so that she died. 6: So I took hold of my concubine, cut her in pieces, and sent her throughout all the territory of the inheritance of Israel, because they committed lewdness and outrage in Israel. 7: Look! All of you are children of Israel; give your advice and counsel here and now!”

8: So all the people arose as one man, saying, “None of us will go to his tent, nor will any turn back to his house; 9: but now this is the thing which we will do to Gibeah: We will go up against it by lot. 10: We will take ten men out of every hundred throughout all the tribes of Israel, a hundred out of every thousand, and a thousand out of every ten thousand, to make provisions for the people, that when they come to Gibeah in Benjamin, they may repay all the vileness that they have done in Israel.” 11: So all the men of Israel were gathered against the city, united together as one man.

12: Then the tribes of Israel sent men through all the tribe of Benjamin, saying, “What is this wickedness that has occurred among you? 13: Now therefore, deliver up the men, the perverted men who are in Gibeah, that we may put them to death and remove the evil from Israel!” But the children of Benjamin would not listen to the voice of their brethren, the children of Israel. 14: Instead, the children of Benjamin gathered together from their cities to Gibeah, to go to battle against the children of Israel. 15: And from their cities at that time the children of Benjamin numbered twenty-six thousand men who drew the sword, besides the inhabitants of Gibeah, who numbered seven hundred select men. 16: Among all this people were seven hundred select men who were left-handed; every one could sling a stone at a hair’s breadth and not miss. 17: Now besides Benjamin, the men of Israel numbered four hundred thousand men who drew the sword; all of these were men of war. ---A civil war in which 65100 men were slain broke out among distantly related brethren. The idea I am trying to convey is that if a man has no speech he cannot campaign for his desired cause. Sensation and virality propels speech into the public arena of popular discourse and is discussed until the prevailing message is precise and clear. If there is no shock factor your speech falls on the ground before your feet. If your speech aligns with the general narrative everyone agrees and nods but the impact of your speech is marginal.

I am glad that we are in a new age where human beings are not so atrociously violated by men with power as it was in ancient times. No wait, it's still a problem. Women are still abused and brothers are still violating each others property and different groups with different interests are still bombing the shit out of each other.

What gives me hope is this.

The internet has dropped the barriers of audible speech and enabled everyone equal access to generate Streisand effects of their own making. Purposely and accidentally.

We are the new mainstream media. Podcasters, influencers, youtubers, and bloggers. We get to decide and form narratives and we get to put our ideas in the arena to battle for acceptance and prominence. The world is now our oyster just as much as it was Barbara Streisand's in the golden age of Hollywood before the internet was there to humble her. Time will tell if we are collectively better custodians of this responsibility than celebrities, corporations and governments. The responsibility of forming the narrative. Not centrally, but decentralised. Let good ideas form and old ideas rest.

Can we be a voice of reason and bring peace and order to a chaotic clown world through the power of speech and ideas? I can only hope.

Echdel

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My assertive answer is yes. I do care about Ross. I have spent nights praying for him. I sympathise with him. My heart went out to him like it does for all who are imprisoned unfairly and for exclusively political reasons. More than most. I have prayed ardently for Julain Assange's freedom. But claiming to pray for someone is just as useless as voting to free someone in a national election. What then is the difference between they who vote and they who pray? Because prayer is a introspection responsibility which leads to action. Voting is a right that ends in passivity and abdication of responsibility. Statistics are in my favour here. This action I took requires some explanatory background.

Chris Hani was supposed to be the successor to Nelson Mandela and initiate the full transition of South Africa from a Republic to democracy and then by popular vote to communism. Something few people know is that uMkhonto we Siswe, the African National Congress and the South African Communist party is a trilateral organisation. (They still claim to be but the ANC have sort of snubbed the other groups) One helping the other all with the same end goal. Full blown Communism and State domination of civilian life.

Something threw a spanner in the works. A political crime born from fear of Communist Russian influence and the scars Stalin left as a legacy on Asia and Eastern Europe. This justified fear motivated normal good Christian men to commit a crime. They conspired and successfully assassinated Chris Hani.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Hani

Chris Hani (28 June 1942 – 10 April 1993),[1] born Martin Thembisile Hani was the leader of the South African Communist Party and chief of staff of uMkhonto we Sizwe, the armed wing of the African National Congress (ANC). He was a fierce opponent of the apartheid government, and was assassinated by Janusz Waluś, a Polish immigrant and sympathiser of the Conservative opposition on 10 April 1993, during the unrest preceding the transition to democracy.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1982_demonstrations_in_Poland

The 1982 demonstrations in Poland refers to anti-government street demonstrations organized by underground Solidarity to commemorate the second anniversary of the Gdańsk Agreement. The bloodiest protest occurred in southwestern Poland, in the town of Lubin, on 31 August 1982. The Lubin demonstration resulted in three protesters killed by Communist services, and an unknown number of wounded.[1][2] On the same day, rallies and demonstrations took place in several cities across the country. According to Solidarity sources, there were four more victims—in Wrocław, Gdańsk, Nowa Huta, and Toruń.[3] According to official government sources, there were demonstrations in 66 cities.

Janusz Waluś

So in the Northern Hemisphere communism is killing political activists and in the Southern Hemisphere the conservative right is resisting full blown communist revolt fighting a war in five countries. Rhodesia, Zambia, Mozambique, Angola and South Africa. Janusz Walus left Poland, a country saturated with communism and sought hope and freemarket opportunities in The South African Republic. When it became evident that the ANC, SACP, MWS in collaboration with the National Party was going to be successful at establishing a one man one vote system, communism was the inevitable outcome, unless...

Janusz who made connections in right wing conservative circles, volunteered to stop the whole scheme. The whole plan seems a little naive and untenable but men have done far more foolish things being guided by hope, false or otherwise. He was provided a gun by Clive, a plan and on the regrettable day of 10 April 1993 killed Chris Hani by handgun in the driveway of his home.

Janusz Wallus and Clive Derby Lewis, were sentenced to be executed by the Apartheid government. In 1994 Nelson Mandela became president and the death penalty was repealed, reversing the death sentence of many political criminals including Janusz and Clive. The ANC wanted to save/pardon all the freedom fighters who were under death penalty convictions. Clive and Janusz were beneficiaries of this pardon. Their sentences were commuted to life imprisonment after an extended stint of fanfare.

Fast forward to 2014.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pERTDXg8dGo

Now everyone knows how mainstream media manages to downplay and mock anything that goes against what government actually want. The protests were slightly more impressive and extremist socialist communist groups namely the Economic Freedom Fighters even harassed and intimidated the white minority who were protesting for Clive's release. Any way (EchDel) I was present at Pretoria town square to participate at this demonstration in favour of Clive Derby Lewis's release. Why would I be in support of freeing a convicted criminal who already received a semi pardon? Because all the other terrorists on the side of the ANC were systemically pardoned and freed after the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. This opportunity for Clive to being pardoned was vehemently opposed by the SACP.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truth_and_Reconciliation_Commission\_(South_Africa)

I acted.

I participated in this protest because I really cared. If I voted for it I could conveniently virtue signal my support but voting was not an option anyway, I participated in this protest demonstrating for his release. I screamed and chanted for hours demanding for him to be freed and was spat at by commies and jostled aggressively by a mob of rowdy EFF supporters. I had lost my voice for three days after the affair. And then you have the audacity to say. "Don't you want Ross to be free?" The Bitcoiners at the Nashville conference did a lot of work, spent time, energy and possibly prayers to turn Donald Trumps arm get him to suggest Ross's freedom in exchange for a vote. Freeing Ross is an awesome rallying cry, but wanting him to be free and not supporting the system is not mutually exclusive.

No nobody deserves one nickel or dime of the freedom they currently enjoy unless they can come to one very important conclusion. Bitcoin fixes this and Bitcoin only fixes this.

Nickle and dime pun intended.

Bitcoin fixes racial tension. Bitcoin fixes party politics. Bitcoin fixes terrorism. Bitcoin fixes war. We (mankind) are not isolated groups fighting in different countries with different ideals to survive and retain our dignity and property anymore. We are all under the same boot of FIAT CURRENCY.

And no politician has the moral willpower to challenge that force and even when they do they fail because of the flawed nature of their institution. The grassroots movement of plebs adopting Bitcoin and withdrawing their support from the system which is the perpetrator of all this eye for eye, tooth for tooth, tit for tat political bullshit, that is where the power and tangible efficate change is going to happen. There are no bad guys, only humans stuck in fallible systems of their own design. There is no political solution.

Only a monetary one. Bitcoin.

Watch this interview and keep voting in mind as subject matter. The repeated failures of parliamentary democracy is a stepping stone away from socialism.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXy35jHQRb4

Everyone voted, everyone is still voting, no one is happy, everyone is impoverished. Crime goes up. Freedom's go down. The fruits of voting is putrid and rotten. So you vote and I will Bitcoin. When the elected party betrays your values with regard to speech, finance, property or war, remember to vote even harder next time.

Post script.

If Hani would have been alive and taken the South African presidency, I would have probably grown up as an immigrant in some European country having had to flee communism with my parents and siblings. The least I could do was protest peacefully for Clive's release. Janusz Wallus did not wait to vote. He acted and is still in prison to this day. He does deserve a pardon if only to receive equal treatment as all the other political prisoners did. I owe him and all the brave men in history who chose to act and make real change my thanks. You only risk action if you believe, even if it is foolishly.

A man has to believe in something, I believe I'll have another drink.

Matthew 25:31-40

“When the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the holy angels with Him, then He will sit on the throne of His glory. All the nations will be gathered before Him, and He will separate them one from another, as a shepherd divides his sheep from the goats. And He will set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left. Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’

“Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’

Echdel

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This whole essay is an exposition on why I think it's possible that Donald Trump is one of the heads of the beast from the sea and Elon Musk is the beast who rises from the earth as is written and prophesied in Revelation chapter 13 of the Holy Bible New King James Version also alluding to the Koine Greek manuscript. If you are not interested in biblical exposition of scripture I do not blame you. Go look at the charts, see bitcoin number go up, go on polymarket and place a bet on Trumps election win, much more fun. I am not trying to convert anyone to Christianity because I don't care about your soul or the state of your personal relationship with god. I am writing this because I get a narcissistic pleasure from being right about things over and over and over again. I am writing this because I find it fun to point back in time and say, "I knew it." I am not trying to use bitcoin or science fiction stories as bait to trick anyone into reading bible verses and converting them to my supposed faith. In fact I get very annoyed with self righteous preacher types using tropes and gotcha moments to try and guilt trip people into saying a prayer and yippee ki yay, now you get to go to heaven with me. I find it retarded and very insulting to the actual meat and potatoes of what is a very deeply intelligently compiled and mysterious history book. So scrap all the preconceived notions you have about someone quoting bible verses and give me neutral territory as I try to expound on the abstract concepts contained within an ancient text.

Here goes...

My father was visiting us. I woke up early in the morning, laying in bed I habitually took my phone to check the news. I was met with a flurry of online commotion and frantic urgency. The internet was on fire with Donald Trump's assassination attempt. The news was a couple of hours fresh and already every conceivable conspiracy was permeating all the digital town squares. My father is always up early and I called to him "Someone tried to take out Donald Trump!" My dad turned on his laptop and started to follow the story which was a developing current event. No one had yet put together all the pieces. Still wearing my pyjamas I walked into the lounge where my dad was busy catching up with the news. Holding my phone I said to him "Elon Musk is going to endorse Donald Trump." He looked at me with a questioning look and asked me why I would say something like that. It was a totally irrelevant and weird thing to say considering the circumstances. I told him that I know of no other entity who can make fire come down from heaven in the sight of men. My dad thought I was being a bit nutty. To me it felt surreal.

Symbolism is always used in prophecy as a type of meme to condense complex systems often with abstract connotations into an archetype that can communicate the complex idea across time. This archetype allows the memetic symbolism to break through the obstacles of cultural jargon and evolution of language allowing the reader, to in his own time of being, find value or make sense of the text in spite of his modern world views. The books of Revelation and Daniel are especially difficult to understand and to sort the data into a quantifiable or practical structure is a pain. This is by design.

Daniel Chapter 12:4 (circa 530 BC Ancient Babylonia, modern Iraq.)

"But you, Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book until the time of the end; many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall increase.

Revelation Chapter 22:10 (95-96 AD Isle of Patmos, a small Greek island in the Aegean sea.)

"And he said to me, Do not seal the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is at hand."

Revelation and Daniel are keys that unlock and reference back and forth to each other across time but there is a third key which locks the books up leaving humanity always speculating and hypothesising until this third key gradually decrypts the occult of eschatological prophecy. This key is simply time. The chaos of nature and history is recorded by the predictable linearity of time condensing it into the ever present now. It was in that moment of time that the identity of Trump and Elon being figures of import in the annals of history, that realisation and the profundity of it made the moment so surreal to me.

I am going to quote the verses of Revelation Chapter 13 one at a time and give a running commentary of each as I do. There are 18 of them.

John is as a third person looking at the vision from the outside in. He also has a guide standing next to him explaining to him what he is witnessing. Almost like the architect explaining to Neo what is what in the TV screen room or like Morpheus trying to make known to Neo the situation in the real world in the white room using dramatic visual effects to convey his point. John was not in the real world's future but a symbolic projection of it. The Koine Greek differs somewhat to the King James I am also going to attempt a literal translation of phrases.

1: And stood (The Dragon)-stationed upon the sand of the sea, and I saw out of the sea a beast rising up, having horns ten and heads seven, and upon the horns of it diadems ten, and upon the heads of it names of blasphemy -slander.

The Dragon is the infamous Satan. The serpent of old. In Greek the word satan translates literally to the word opponent. That is why Satan (the character) does not exist in the Hebrew old testament as satan the definition. In Revelation chapter 12 the woman id est Christianity is attacked by the dragon who is furious that his leverage in heaven has been neutralised and him banished/exiled from it. The dragon is on a rampage to destroy the woman and her offspring. Christianity as an ideology of self sacrifice in service of others is the target of the dragons wrath (this self sacrifice in service of others as primary ethos is the inevitable demise of the dragon as seen through the action and accomplishment of Jesus Christ and Satoshi Nakamoto) and he summons forth the beast from the sea to do his will on earth to the advantage of his wrath. In this case I am going to be ambiguous and say that the dragon is a creature of financial power. Not limited to a specific people or culture but to various groups of people across time who love money and worship it to the point of harming human life to gain more of it. The love of money being the root of all kinds of evil - Timothy 6:10. A so called principality of the air. An intangible enemy animated by the weakness of human greed and lust. This banking force has a Rothschild like proclivity to absorb power through control of wealth. Welcome to the stage - The Dragon! (Applause) The dragon being a force of wealth has no tangible power in and of itself, it's power has to transcend the abstraction of finance into kinetic, it has to summon more efficate abstractions that can channel kinetic energy to achieve it's goals primarily that of eternal incumbency. This beast summoned out of the sea is government. If the finance can control bullet/sword/arrow/bombs then the Dragon can control this oceanic summoned beast. This beast is a chimera of sorts and we will get to defining it in more detail. The sea is mostly a symbol for mankind, the beast is summoned from and compiled of the nations of earth.

2: And the beast which I saw was like a leopard, and the feet of it as of a bear, and the mouth of it as a mouth of a lion. And gave to it the dragon the power of it and the throne of it and authority -right -privilege -freedom great.

Leopard: The leopard is often associated with agility, speed, and deadly force. In Daniel, the leopard represented the Greek Empire, known for its swift conquests under Alexander the Great. For the beast in Revelation, "like a leopard" suggests a similar capacity for rapid expansion or cunning.

Feet of a Bear: Bears are typically associated with strength and endurance. In Daniel 7, the bear represents the Medo-Persian Empire, known for its formidable military power. For the beast, "feet like those of a bear" symbolises an unstoppable or heavy force, capable of trampling or dominating.

Mouth of a Lion: A lion’s mouth represents authority, fearlessness, and perhaps fierceness in speech or command. In Daniel, the lion represented Babylon, an empire with significant authority and grandeur. For the beast in Revelation, a "mouth like a lion" suggests the beast’s capacity to speak with commanding authority and to blaspheme with boldness without being held to account.

This beast has expansionist and empiric type ambition. Let's call it England, no wait 1800's called and said don't blame me for NATO. Okay I concede, USA. The current year seat of power from where the beast bullies all into submission was gained through retaining it's control of finance through war. Be it gold, oil, or international trade, war or threat of it was the prima facie mechanism of enforcement. Babylonia in all it's glory for millennia through the rotations of power. This powerful beast bows only to one master, gold/finance. Even offering it's seat of power to the dragon. Government is physically capable of snubbing the dragon like the founding fathers snubbed England and it's royally decreed gold backed notes, the pound sterling (in the late 1700's). But the dragon is an insidious loathsome reptile, creeping and scheming, finding it's ways through the cracks of human fallibility. Enter the Federal Reserve and United States Treasury.

3: And one of the heads of it as having been slain -wounded to death -mortally, and the wound of the death -mortality of it was healed -cured. And marvelled -wondered the whole earth after the beast.

This is where Trump comes into the picture. As a head of state - head of the beast. The news with regard to his assassination attempt survival brought this verse to mind. I literally saw the entire chapter play out before my eyes as the implications became evident.

4: And they worshipped the dragon who gave the authority to the beast, and they worshipped the beast, saying: “Who is like -similar to the beast, and who is able -capable to war -battle against it?”

The whole mainstream media worldwide, alternative media, you name it. Trump was a household discussion on all continents. The united states presidential race and the imminent collapse of the financial system was all brought into the limelight of civilisation. So according to this verse a lot of sabre rattling is about to take place on the geopolitical map as Trump's presidency becomes obvious. Other powers want to divide territory and quickly while a pathetic and moronic Biden is babbling geriatric nonsense from the oval office. The leadership of the world was way calmer when they thought Harris was going to take the presidency, as soon as they realised a strong charismatic leader was once again going to take the reigns in the most powerful seat of military might in the world they scrambled to place their pieces on the chess board so as to have some negotiation leverage when Trump comes to their table.

5: And was given to it a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies -slanders, and was given to it authority to act -work -perform forty-two months.

This alludes to the fact that leadership is rarely held to account for their words because there is no authority above them to hold them accountable. It is hard to stay humble in this position of power. The forty two month implies the active duty of a presidential term in the United States of America.

6: And it opened the mouth of it in blasphemies -slanders against God, to blaspheme -slander the name of Him and the tabernacle -dwelling -sanctuary of Him, those dwelling in heaven.

I cannot tell you how this will play out. Because I honestly do not know and when I try to speculate about it my mind comes up blank. As far as I am concerned America is supposed to be a Christian nation. Maybe the blasphemy is that America does what is heathen and repulsive while claiming to be Christian, I don't know. A religion of science and capitalism seems to have replaced Christianity as a dominant cultural ideology in the seat of Empire.

7: And was given to it to make war against the saints -holy ones, and to overcome -conquer them, and was given to it authority over every tribe and people and language -tongue and nation.

This war is a war of attrition and culture within itself. Politics has humiliated and defeated the power of noble Christian endeavour in the United States. Deuteronomy promises that the country has to be overrun by heathen nations as punishment for this failure. Just look at the border. Through dollar reserve currency dominance the whole world -tribe/people/language is held captive and beholden to the United states.

8: And will worship it all those dwelling upon the earth, whose names have not been written in the book of the life of the Lamb -young sheep having been slain from the foundation of the world.

I do not pretend that everyone who supports the United States as a world power is evil. I don't believe it. But when the damage to life, liberty and property is violated so mercilessly by an Empire, those who harbour disgust and resentment and refuse to bow to it's ambition inevitably are crushed by it. Hating/resisting the dollar never made anyone rich. Until Jan 3rd 2009.

9: If anyone has an ear, let him hear.

If you know or don't know. Does not really matter, it is inevitable.

10: If anyone captivity into captivity he goes; if anyone with a sword kills, it is necessary him with a sword to be killed. Here is the endurance -steadfastness and the faith -belief of the saints -holy ones.

Basically it says to buy out the time, be peaceful and have hope. Bad shit is going to happen. Be content, aware and persevere.

11: And I saw another beast rising out of the earth, and it had horns two like a lamb -young sheep, and it spoke as a dragon.

This my friends, is Elon Musk. Born from free market capitalism with a healthy dose of socialist support. The banks and markets gave him his power. The financial institutions brought him forth. He is not a product of government. To the contrary, government has only inhibited his ability to achieve his goals.

12: And the authority of the first beast all it exercises before -in the presence of it, and it causes the earth and those dwelling in it that they will worship the first beast, whose wound of the death -mortality was healed.

Okay so this is where I came from when I told my dad that Elon was going to endorse Trump he literally endorsed him a couple of hours later on X. Now, as a student of history and having dabbled in eschatology as a hobby for many nihilistic and depressing years. Never before has my assumed prediction come true the next day. But in hindsight it's obvious, I mean who would not endorse Trump. Mark Zuckerface endorsed Trump, right? Elon went the full Monty jumping around on stage chanting USA! Endorsing Trump so hard Trump had to get out of the way. Elon is endorsing Trump so hard Trump could go home. Elon will run the campaign for him, without him. It is amazing to see.

13: And it does great signs -wonders, so that also fire it should make to come down out of heaven to the earth before men -humans.

Now let's put a cherry on this cake. This is the verse that so effortlessly popped into my head as I was looking at the imagery of blood splattered on Trumps face. Pumping his fist into the air. I said. "Elon Musk is going to endorse Donald Trump." He looked at me with a questioning look and asked me why I would say something like that. It was a totally irrelevant and weird thing to say considering the circumstances. I told him that I know of no other entity who can make fire come down from heaven in the sight of men." A couple of months later the super heavy booster gets caught by Mechazilla's chopsticks and the whole world marvelled again. I was so deep into uncanny valley I was Alice falling and falling. In 2017 some prophecies surrounding Revelations chapter 12 became fulfilled and it was meaningful to me. I enjoyed seeing a 2000 year old text consummate a relationship with reality. This was not the same. This was like bam! bam! You want some prophetic fulfillment, do you punk? Bam!

14: And it deceives those dwelling upon the earth through the signs -wonders which it was given to it to do before the beast, telling those dwelling upon the earth to make an image to the beast which has the wound of the sword and has lived -survived.

Okay so now I am back to speculation. Here I am writing this in the now. I have the past behind us. We now look forward into tomorrow. Remember - This is speculation on my part. Elon Musk establishes the department of governmental efficiency. It is a fun app connecting you directly to the upper echelons of governance. Cutting out the bureaucrats and middlemen. This D.O.G.E. makes everything much more convenient and efficient centralising and distributing the functions of government, reducing costs dramatically but also manages to audit and census the populace in real time. The citizens get Grocked by Grock if you will.

15: And it was given to it to give breath -spirit -life to the image of the beast, that also should speak the image of the beast and should cause -make -effect that as many as would not worship the image of the beast would be killed -put to death.

His simulacra of government becomes integrated with AI to the extent that you pledge allegiance to the app of the United States of America. Government becomes you constant companion, search engine, personal assistant. You think FBI exercise apps are creepy. Wait until government bucks you up when you have a down day.

16: And it causes all, the small and the great and the rich and the poor and the free and the slaves, that they should give to them a mark upon the hand of them the right or upon the forehead of them,

Is this simply a phone with an app in your hand. Right hand just suggesting most people are right handed? And does it suggest that the especially devout go get a Neuralink? I dunno.

17: and that no one would be able -capable to buy or to sell, except the one having the mark, the name of the beast or the number of the name of it.

He integrates the dollar and the use of it into X and all avenues of trade and commerce is conveniently migrated onto Starlink as infrastructure. The CXDC instead of a CBDC.

18: Here is the wisdom. The one having understanding, let him calculate -count the number of the beast; for a man’s number it is, and the number of it six hundred sixty-six.

In Gollums voice:

I know what it is. It's probably in your pocketses right now, your precious.

No, no, no, it cannot be my love.

Oh but it is precious, it is.

I know, I know, I hates it, I hates it.

We must serve the precious. The one dollar bill. Lol.

Post Script:

I don't think Elon Musk and Donald Trump are evil. I think they are cool dudes driven by very normal and natural incentives given their position and accomplishments. Just as Trump is about to once again be the head of the great statue that Nebuchadnezzar saw in his dream so too was Nebuchadnezzar just a dude doing his thing in his time and position. I have no hate for them, in fact I enjoy seeing them do their thing, it is impressive, entertaining and cool as hell. No pun intended.

I don't fear an apocalyptic future because I have made myself impervious to it by buying and holding Bitcoin. I don't give a fuck because I am possessed by the spirit of the honey badger and the cyber hornet. Which reminds me. Bitcoin is the promised land in cyberspace. But Bitcoiners should stay humble because nothing you did compares to what you got through no effort of your own. You owe your thanks to Satoshi and all the developers who made self custody possible and continue to build a world which maximises freedom, prosperity and personal responsibility.

Joshua 24:12-15

'I sent the hornet before you which drove them out from before you, also the two kings of the Amorites, but not with your sword or with your bow. I have given you a land for which you did not labour, and cities which you did not build, and you dwell in them; you eat of the vineyards and olive groves which you did not plant.' Now therefore, fear the LORD, serve Him in sincerity and in truth, put away the gods which your fathers served on the other side of the River/Rubicon, and in Egypt. Serve the LORD! And if it seems evil to you to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."

Gotcha.

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#bitbib

Tremors from warp turbulence rumbled a bit excessively to the Stripper's liking. Emilien was occupied in the lavatory, inspecting and pulling at his face, staring intently at it in the vanity mirror. Macy's establishment was a popular place and he had concerns about who he might run into, contemplating whether he should stick some silicone cosmetic pads onto his face, just enough to obfuscate his current identity. Maybe he shouldn't bother because he might die soon anyway. He has grown fond of his current persona and wouldn't mind retaining it a cycle longer at least. Being artificially immortal somehow did not take away the terror of confronting death. He recalled the various deaths he had experienced and could not decide what method of passing through he preferred, imagining the many shells of himself in different states of necrosis all over the greater void. He considered the possibility that he might not even be himself anymore. He felt like he knows himself well enough to be sure but that small fragment of doubt always gnawed at the back of his mind. He stood back from the mirror. "Am I him?" The ship shook again breaking his stare, he looked at the dental lever lying in the basin and committed to the more necessary procedure, placing the edges of his palms on his chin pushing abruptly up and back dislocated his lower jaw leaving it to hang loose on his face. Taking the root lever from the basin and leaning into the mirror he expertly wedged the tool in behind his rearmost left molar and twisted it slightly, dislodging it. Catching the small object with his left hand he pressed it into a recess on a black ring which he tightly twisted onto his right hands index finger. He narrowed his eyes at the skeletal horror on the other side of the frame inspecting the freshly opened hole. He opened the vanity and took a cartridge which was labelled "AdrenoChem" he removed the object within the container and wiggled it into the vacant molar cavity. Drool dripping into the sink in spite of his reflexive swallowing, he gripped his jaw tight and in gentle circular downward motions found the spot and clicked the joints back into relocation. Chattering his teeth together while stretching his neck he decided to procrastinate on the disguise idea. Emilien went back to the cockpit. Sitting down at the helm he pulled up notices and reports on the divide's situation with regards to the cease fire between the two warring factions. "Tch, tch, tch. This blockade is not making things easy." His eyes were scrolling over bullet points of news headlines when his ship dropped out of warp at the designated coordinates. He switched the display on the primary screen to clearview. The scene of a dead planet, cracked open like an enormous fruit with scattered asteroid clusters and rocky debris appeared onscreen. A giant still wreck of a superstructure resembling parts of an anchor and drift gate joined to each other like Siamese twins, sharp flashes emitting from it silently, like a muted storm in the far distance. He slowly tilted his head to it's limit. Nothing looked familiar to him. He took the console, rolled and yawed simultaneously until his point of view made sense. "There we are. You're not there till you know it." Macy's space motel pitched into view like a tiny reflective insect. On a secondary screen he zoomed the display to fit. It was attached to a large tubular docking link reaching away distantly and back to itself like Ourobouros. There were four spacecraft docked around it's circumference, less than he had expected. He only recognised the largest ship, Warren's vessel. It looked like a mess of odd protrusions, parabolic dishes and bent antennae. Very unsightly, especially compared to the Lux Void Yacht docked across from it. Tourists from everywhere frequented this remote region of the great divide for obvious reasons. Primary motivations were curiosity, pilgrimage, seclusion and scientific research in that order. Macy was smart to settle her establishment at this specific site. Emilien checked web connectivity to make sure he was still well outside the data scrambling anomaly. According to legend, after the Viper gate had been released from the Core and travelled the required distance to it's anchor coordinates, it was supposed to propel it's drift gate into the greater void, but something went wrong. It malfunctioned on it's attempt to release and veered off course being pulled into the orbit of the Sol system. No one knows exactly how it happened but it was clear to see that the energy released was spectacular. The root planet and most of humanity perished in a second, those who survived on the dark side of the collision died from starvation and gradual planetary destabilisation. Emilien morbidly recognised the historicity of the treacherous looking voidscape. Pulsing his ship softly forward caused a cut to core connectivity activating a repetitive red warning light which he promptly covered with one of the intact disposable cups that were rolling around his feet. There is no way to turn the annoying emitter off and he usually ignored it with closed eyes or looking away when void jumping. He is never vulnerable to core connection loss unless he comes to this region or when he is purposely trying to disappear. Researchers have concluded that the interference was broadcast from the gates enormous husk's residual power and intermittent energy discharge. He reverse pulsed back out of the disturbance, the dimmed light under the paper cup died. "Astrid?" "Yes?" He carefully uncoiled the cable and leaned forward connecting himself to the command interface and resting his head on his arms. "Save me." A quick upload took place. "You are welcome commander." Emilien did not respond. Just grateful that if something went askew he would at least wake up knowing that the last thing he saw was the monumental vestige of humanities ancient resting place. And all the ship types docked at Macy's. He smiled at the floor.

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#scifi

“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes I will give some of the hidden manna to eat. And I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name written which no one knows except him who receives it.”

Revelations is a mysterious book with some verses that seems to make very little sense.

Q: Why do we need names? A: To identify ourselves.

Same reason nature opted for us to have uniquely identifiable faces. But a name no one knows except him who receives it? Why would you need that?

When you are born you have very little in the way of personality and character. Doctor exclaims, “It’s a boy!” First verifiable identifier is recognised. One newborn baby looks very similar to another. For that reason they can accidentally be mixed up and given to the wrong mother at the hospital. But if the mother knows that she birthed a boy she would immediately know something is amiss if she gets handed a newborn girl. Gender is important as the first verifiable, unique identifier of the new being.

The newly confirmed male child gets issued a verbally spoken and symbolically scripted identifier. This identifier is known as a name. Name and surname please. These identifiers are of little consequence to the being who knows only feelings of pain and sensations of comfort. The survival of the biological spawn is dependant on the instinct to suckle and the tendency to cry at slight discomfort. This is the language of human instinct to cry and suck. As the toddler develops it starts to respond to the vocally repeated identifier (known as a name) to the point where it has been sufficiently trained to respond to the verbal enunciation of it. When you call for someone you are evoking hope that the entity being called to will respond by coming to your physical location so that you can share or enquire information. When the summons is answered by presence you maintain connection not by repetition of the name but by eye contact and directing conversation to the face of the person. The face being the most accurate point with which to verifiably establish identity.

In the book of Genesis Jacob is able to fool Isaac (His father) by exploiting his bad eyesight to steal an inheritance blessing from his older brother Esau. The face of Jacob was obscured through Isaac’s blindness which gave a false signal to the issuer of a blessing.

As our proverbial John Doe grows up he develops a personality and character which allows for people to gauge the levels of trust they are willing to risk on him. Character and personality are also unique identifiers. Mother knows best at who will be diligent when keeping their rooms clean and whose rooms she will have to clean for them. She can through experience predict outcomes using knowledge of character and personality as a reference. This information is valuable and can only be established or measured when there is an ongoing relationship where trust and responsibility are continuously tested and stressed.

We all have identifiers that are publicly displayed wherever we go.

: Physical appearance, Wedding ring, Tatoo

We have identifiers that represent or address us verbally and textually.

: Names, titles, seals, signatures, handwriting et cetera.

Ambiguous identifiers

: Left handed, smoker, married, divorced, affiliations, church, political views, phone number, address, favourite colour, drivers license ad infinitum.

In this digital world our identifiers are all exploitable by a large number of unidentifiable bad actors. This is weakness. If you are a man of character and strength but have no control over your identity. You are weak and defenceless in the eyes of these virtually indistinguishable, androgynous scammers, fraudsters, monopolies and governments.

We have to take digital sovereignty over our digital identities. That means we have to train our minds in the establishment of truth. The truth being...

Be true to thine self and let the truth about you be established by you. That means abandoning trust in third parties and know that no one is coming to save you and protect your personal data. Like there is no spoon in the matrix, there is also no institution who loves you enough to protect your identity in a digitally encrypted world. In some cases they might be legally obligated to, but who will take responsibility and how do you quantify and reverse the damage of leaked information. You don’t. No justice for the slave.

The spoon is a lie. It simply does not exist.

Revelation Chapter 2 verse 17

“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes I will give some of the hidden manna to eat. And I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name written which no one knows except him who receives it.”

If you have an identifier that only you know about then you have a private key. You can verify your holdings of assets. You can prove your identity on nostr. You can own not only the data but prove you are the source of it.

Anything that a trusted third party is currently doing for you, analog or digital is systemically being open sourced and you could do it for yourself with the press of a button. All you need is a white stone with a name on it no one else knows and be willing to carry the responsibility. You could then selectively reveal yourself to the world and prove it is you without exposing the you that is private. I will give an example to help you understand the power.

John 19:31–42

31 Therefore, because it was the Preparation Day, that the bodies should not remain on the cross on the Sabbath (for that Sabbath was a high day), the Jews asked Pilate that their legs might be broken, and that they might be taken away. 32 Then the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first and of the other who was crucified with Him. 33 But when they came to Jesus and saw that He was already dead, they did not break His legs. 34 But one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out.

One thing is certain, Jesus was verifiably dead. The Romans, Jews and disciples who were present at the execution and burial all concurred. He is dead. Deceased. Gone from the realm of the living. Roman soldiers were veritable experts at death and declaring the dead so.

A few days later some disciples were proclaiming excitedly about Jesus being alive. A certain guy named Thomas would not be had. You guys are crazy, trying to establish some weird cult by pretending a fantastic impossibility. Nope. They were adamant. He lives. They claimed, like a bunch of fanatics. Thomas, being the voice of reason says the following.

John 21:25

25 The other disciples therefore said to him, “We have seen the Lord.” So he said to them, “Unless I see in His hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”

Thomas was a real Bitcoiner. He does not trust, he verifies.

Verification in progress.

The body of Jesus, should he have been alive will have been littered with scar tissue all across his back and legs. It would have been easy for Him to selectively reveal his identity to whoever he chose by exposing his body and letting them verify the proof of his identity without doubt. No one in world history has ever committed suicide by flogging and crucifixion so you cannot even fake or repeat it if you wanted to commit identity theft and pretend to be the Christ.

A proof of work hash in history so profound that civilisations collapsed on the realisation of its profundity. Another consequential exposition of identity verification is also expounded on by the gospel accounts.

Matthew 24:5

“For many will come in My name, saying, ‘I am the Christ,’ and will deceive many.

Eric Cason on the "What Bitcoin Did" podcast said that he thinks Bitcoin is a messianic event. I agree with him. Liberation from economic tyranny is messianic if a figure initiates the salvation process.

That would suggest that there will be messianic implications, namely identity fraud of messiah with the intent to deceive and extort.

Matthew 24:23

23 “Then if anyone says to you, ‘Look, here is the Christ!’ or ‘There!’ Do not believe it.

We have ourselves an example of this in Craig Wright who claims to be Satoshi Nakamoto. Yet he refuses to verify it by transferring Genesis bits. Like Thomas demands to see the scars of crucifixion so too must we demand to see on chain movement of Genesis coinbase block reward as proof of identity and proof of work from anyone who publicly makes a claim to the person of Satoshi Nakamoto. Historic records in the future might mark this dispensation, BWP (Before white paper) and ASN (After Satoshi Nakamoto) or something of this nature could stand in the annals of history, marking a era of mankind similar to BC, Before Christ and AD, anno domini, the year of our Lord.

Jesus is yet to give me a secret name like Satoshi already did.

Which leaves me wondering…

The simulacral spectre created by Satoshi is an ongoing rabbit hole,

I have no doubt.

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#bitbib

The counsel convened and an area of land had been designated as suitable for an industrial scale landing site of tier III size void vessels. All Kaspian land owners were required to donate workers for the initiative. It was an exciting affair for all involved. With an evergreen tree line to hinder the on and off breeze, tables were assembled and covered with a unique assortment of table cloths. Every lady brought one along and the embroidery on each was the cause of many flattering remarks. The women brought all sorts of food and refreshments, had gazebo's set up and had chairs placed well away from the noise and dust of the demarcated construction site. The men where organising equipment, measuring bedrock depth and organising the labour parties into manageable groups. In spite of all the mothers most dire warnings to stay clear of the areas where active construction would be taking place, the children knew they had free reign to explore and play wherever they wanted. The oxen bellowed incessantly, tethered in long lines before their carts, a slave armed with standard bullwhip, ready to man his post atop each wagon. Albin sat on the ground chewing on a stalk of wheat. Being barely old enough to help the men with their work, he was ordered to do nothing more than spectate. Having received concerned looks from the adults, repeating tropes of how he might get hurt and be in the way. He made peace with his lot. The fact that he was going to see void craft was exciting enough to satiate his curiosity for adventure. He would inadvertently lean back and look up expectantly only to see the clear sky then rock forwards back to his previous position. His only regret was that Seth was not with him to discuss and share in the experience. Seth was old enough to work alongside the other slaves, robbing Albin of good company. He glanced back at the large groups of women and smaller children, his mother stuck out like a sore thumb seeing as she was the only lady wearing pants amongst the variety of her chemise, spring attired peers. Her hair was braided and she had an unopened parasol at hand. No one dared ask why her odd choice in outfit though you knew they thought ill of it by their confused and somewhat unduly patronising looks. Before dawn, when they were still at the manor Albin asked her why she was dressed funny and she said that she would prefer not making a spectacle of herself. He just shrugged and did not think much of it again until just now. It seemed to him that she was the only spectacle around not even having brought a table cloth to adorn her bench like the other woman did. He decided to get something to eat and drink because the texture and taste of the dried stalk had become slightly off-putting making him spit out little bits of grass as he stood up. Cleolia smiled affectionately when she saw her boy approaching and peered over her shaded glasses. He lifted the picnic basket off the ground and put it on the heavy bare wooden table, filled a cup with milk and swallowed it down almost as quickly as he had poured it. "Are they going to be late." He asked his mother. "I'm sure they will arrive soon my dear." She replied while taking a seat in a folding chair. Albin grabbed a handful of pretzels and looked around ponderously as he ingested the snack. The people always enjoyed community gatherings of this sort. Lot's of catching up and gossip happening in a cheerful non insidious way. A type of orderly chaos that brought feelings of peace and tranquillity to the conscious observer. His daydream was broken by a soft but clearly distinct repetitive dong of the distant church tower. His dad and father Ecknard were there using the comms, he assumed they were signalling for something. A long shrill whistling sound caught Albins attention and he began walking towards the furthest groups of men while scanning the area intently. The discernible pitch of Seth's whistle became audible again and Albin honed in on the direction the sound was coming from. He saw his friend standing on an ox cart waving his woven satgat frantically trying to get Albin's attention. As soon as they established eye contact he pointed in a very specific north western direction upwards at the dome of the sky. Albin followed his gaze and for a moment thought his mind is playing a trick on him, but it became apparent that a silhouette of something oddly pale was stuck in the sky with nondescript features. Recalling his studies he managed to identify the craft. It was a Dragon IV Cargo vessel. A Magar craft and supposedly very impressive, the distance did not do it justice, yet the uncanny feeling that X fold more people were floating in a box in the sky than were on the planet made Albin's stomach flip and he felt off balance. He sat down on the ground again to prevent him from stumbling around trying to keep his legs under his body. As soon as the church bell ceased it's tolling a smoke signal was ignited in the clearing beyond the work parties. The yellow smoke billowed up in sharp contrast to the greenery of the fields. III percussive shots thundered through the air like cannon fire causing a sudden change in environmental ambience. Birds were visibly swarming up from trees as far as the eye could see. Albin chose not to remove his sights from the giant void craft. He saw a light in the atmosphere that became distinct as it neared separating into the underbellies of III descending craft. Albin murmered. "The Dragons payload." His excitement grew as did the vessels on their approach. At first a hum growing into a crescendo of weird harmonic roaring as the vessels fought mightily to resist Hithe's above average gravitational pull. All the men tipped their satgats and hard hats to cover their faces, the oxen also faced away. Albin did not want to look away but was forced to turn his head as a powerful gust loaded with projectiles of sand and grass peppered his face sharply. Looking back he saw his mother promptly opening her parasol and pointing it in the direction of the landing, then the real spectacle occurred. All the woman covered their faces only to have their skirts blown up exposing their undergarments, in turn trying to push down their skirts uncovering their faces. The risk of shame weighed against tolerance to pain combined into a beautiful ballet of embroidered cloth being wrapped around trees and condiments strewn around the shaded grove with gazebos escaping the scene followed by children running after them in heated pursuit. Cleolia's pant legs fluttered rapidly around her ankles. As soon as the III vessels turbulence settled she folded her parasol and reassumed her previous position as if nothing of note had transpired. Smiling carefree amongst the distraught group women and children around her. Albin would have laughed at the scene had his eyes not stung so badly. "Mother always knows best." He mumbled to himself as he stood up brushing dust off his undercoat. The opening of the ships cargo bays where announced with a loud hiss of air depressurising. Albin casually sauntered over to get a closer look. The cattle marched up the ramps wagon in tow to park directly alongside the freight. The goods consisted of thousands of long coach bolt like nails as long as fence posts and sturdy modular steel plates stacked on mobile pallets and tied down securely. Albin imagined them to look like giant, shiny metal puzzle pieces. The primitive vehicles and their crews made quick and efficient work of releasing the straps and with the help of overhead cranes hoisted the pallets and their contents into the wagons. Two uniformed men came out from inside the ship and stood watching the men unload their craft. Albin noticed the smartly dressed pilots. "Holy servants of the Empire." He spoke softly under his breath. His desire to meet these champions of the void felt necessary to him. They who travel among the stars much like the stories he always heard about his parents. The men were standing safely apart from the work parties, Albin mustered the courage to approach them. He timidly walked up behind them. "Ahem, Hallo Sir." The pilots looked around surprised. Albin seemed respectful and quaint. "Hey kiddo, you guys have a lovely planet." The pilot replied friendly. "What type of craft are these, sir?" The man gestured towards his vessel in reply. "These? They are standard Type I Droppers. Nothing really special about them." Albin nodded. "Are you from Magar void?" "I am indeed. It is really magnificent but you have something quite spectacular yourselves." Albin did not expect that anything in his little world could impress these well travelled gentlemen. "Like what?" He insisted questioningly. "Like the sol shield. You know the star inhibitor. It's a marvel of our time." The man pointed at Ceb. Albin understood. "Oh yes, my pa put it there so we can all survive here." Both pilots looked at each other surprised. Their demeanour changed and Albin suddenly felt uncomfortable. The man knelt down until he was eye level putting his hand on Albins shoulder clenching it just tight enough to not be painful. "If you are a Domitian heir, then I am an Osteri dancing girl at a Juel gentlemans club." His sarcastic tone cut Albin's pride. "You'd better run along and go play with your friends before I decide to arrest you or report you to the authorities." The other pilot looked away ignoring Albin's confused expression. The man assertively shoved Albin away from him. Albin just barely prevented himself from falling on his rear. Tears welled up in Albin's eyes, he turned and ran away humiliated and angry. But he choked back the tears, choosing to embrace the anger in place of emotional release. He ran away from the construction zone also avoiding the picnic area. He did not want to be around anyone. His erratic and emotional mood would betray his experience if anyone he loved interacted with him. He ran into a shaded area of wood and sat down on a stump to digest and try to reset his state of mind to normalcy. He sat quietly for about III blocks when he heard laughter from beyond the wood. There were a group of boys standing circled around an Osteri boy and girl. The girl was crying. Albin witnessed the interaction. "You are not supposed to be here. Only the working slaves are here today." The boy pleaded with his captor in reply. "I only came to find my sister, we are going back to the village now. Please let us go." "But what was she doing here then? Huh?" Albin walked into the centre of the fray interrupting the entire affair. Standing squarely in front of whom he assumed was the primary instigator. The biggest guy in the bunch. "They are only curious to see the void craft. That is why we all came here today." He explained diplomatically. The big kid sneered. "And who are you to tell me how to treat slaves. You are Magar, you should know better." Another kid piped in. "My mama told me he is Kaspa." The bully looked around surprised. Another boy opined. "Not true, my mom said that his mother was pregnant for 40,000 blocks." And then another kid had to add his understanding to the discussion. "No, no, my pa said that she lost the baby at birth and adopted a slaves child." Albin got overwhelmed with the revelations of rumour and petty gossip surrounding his person. "That does not give you the right to bully them!" Albin pointed to the brother and sister. The big boy smiled a snide retort leaning forward mockingly. "No, but I might have the right to bully you, Osteri bastard child of a slave." Albin felt all natural sense of humanity drain from his being. He turned feigning to leave, balled his fist and swung, socket-ting the unprepared target square on the throat. He fell on his back and the angst of restricted breath became evident first to himself and then to all watching. Albin turned to the siblings. "You can go." The pair hurriedly left and none of the boys even hinted at preventing them. Albin looked at all the others dead in the eye each in turn. Then he left walking the long distance towards his mother. He was thirsty and his hand smarted a little, but he felt much better.

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#scifi

Astrid was pulling and scanning various shipping logs when Emilien entered the room. He paced up and down the way he would when he was brainstorming. “I need intel.” Astrid projected a holographic avatar of herself standing near where Emilien was pacing. “A large shipment of Kaspian Bochet passed through less 428 blocks. Transported by the Shiv Inter-void Mercantile Co.” Emilien stopped in his tracks and looked back.
“Can you ping Warren?” Astrid processed. “Warren is offline. He might have left the divide?” Emilien turned around with his hands folded behind his back.
“He never leaves the divide, he is too obsessed with the core. He would also be arrested if he is ever caught in any of the outer void territories.” Astrid flickered the way she did when something did not compute. “Then why can’t I ping him?” “Because he’s at Macy’s. He has always had a crush on her and he likes good Bochet.” "Well, I could'nt ping Macy if I wanted to." Astrid stated matter of factly. Emilien nodded. "I know, you never could, no one can."

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#scifi

I understand their concerns in this regard but do not share it. This article is an attempt to waylay those fears and hopefully bring a little bit of extra food for thought.

If you will humour me, I am going to quote more scripture. That is the theme of this account. Bitcoin and Biblical Prophecy.

Zechariah Chapter 5

1 : Then I (Zechariah) turned and raised my eyes, and saw there a flying scroll. 2 : And he (an angel dude) said to me “What do you see?” So I answered, “I see a flying scroll. It’s length is twenty cubits and its width ten cubits.” 3 : Then he said to me, “This is the curse that goes out over the face of the whole earth: ‘Every thief shall be expelled,’ according to this side of the scroll; and, ‘Every perjurer shall be expelled, ‘according to that side of it.” 4 : “I will send out the curse,” says the LORD of hosts; “It shall enter the house of the thief and the house of the one who swears falsely by My name. It shall remain in the midst of his house And consume it, with its timber and stones.”

Now I don’t know of any sensible explanations for this scripture other than my own conjecture and speculations. I am not particularly religious and disdain canon/institutional exposition of prophetic scripture because I am highly sceptical of their motives.

But I urge that you, dear reader, extract a little bit of wisdom from a weird and abstract piece of text. Even if it is a complete misinterpretation it is still a useful analogy.

Zechariah claims to see a flying scroll. A flying ledger or list. We all know that scrolls don’t fly and they most certainly do not cover the face of the whole earth. The fact that it is measured in twenty and ten cubits specifically is odd and maybe some numerology luminary can figure out why that is.

I just say it’s twenty one million Bitcoin. Or two hundred and ten thousand blocks. Or ten minute block rewards. Whatever. The blockchain through node runners do cover the face of the whole earth.

What is interesting as well is that this is equated to being a curse. We do not see Bitcoin as a curse? Do we? We see Bitcoin as a blessing rewarding honest men a fair wage for honest work. That does not define a curse.

Oh, but you are not a scammer, a terrorist an extortioner or a thief. Why do criminals prefer fiat cash to Bitcoin?

Because Bitcoin shines light on their activity. On a Bitcoin standard the thief is doomed to a slow death of impoverishment.

Who are they who swear falsely by His name? On the one dollar bill it famously states “IN GOD WE TRUST” Swearing falsely by the divine.

I call BS along with the rest of the Bitcoin community. In physics we trust. In code we trust. In mathematics we trust. In the unbreakable reality of the cosmos we trust. In the mind numbing comments of politicians and calculations of federal reserve bean counters we do not trust.

Politicians have a long history of deception and populations have a long history of not studying history. The Dollar bill LIES.

The governments of the world will embrace Bitcoin and to their own eventual demise.

The ledger will lie in the midst of their buildings and institutions and it will be a testament to their in-efficacious behaviour. The free-market will outperform every possible attempt at service delivery governments will to achieve. On a bitcoin standard their institutions will fall into disrepair because they cannot produce more than they consume through the very nature of their eternally corrupt institution. This counts for all governments. The people will self govern in a harmony that can only be described as utopian. (Compared to Marxist and Keynesian MMT systems) Eventually...

Bitcoin is a CURSE and a BLESSING. It FORCES you to take account of REALITY.

Institutions still cling to their delusions in a changing world and the havoc they will unleash to try and retain their incumbency is pathetic but inevitable.

Stay humble. Stack Sats. Buy out the time. Survive.

We are all Satoshi.

Zechariah Chapter 5

1 : Then I turned and raised my eyes, and saw there a flying scroll. 2 : And he said to me “What do you see?” So I answered, “I see a flying scroll. It’s length is twenty cubits and its width ten cubits.” 3 : Then he said to me, “This is the curse that goes out over the face of the whole earth: ‘Every thief shall be expelled,’ according to this side of the scroll; and, ‘Every perjurer shall be expelled, ‘according to that side of it.” 4 : “I will send out the curse,” says the LORD of hosts; “It shall enter the house of the thief and the house of the one who swears falsely by My name. It shall remain in the midst of his house And consume it, with its timber and stones.”

#bitbib

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#scifi

Deep Void - Anchor 9

Emilien was lying sleeping in his cockpit when a yellow light in the HUD and a soft repetitive buzz woke him, he stretched himself out and reached for the console. “I am almost home baby.” He took over from auto pilot and broke out of warp twenty thousand kilometres from an anchor gate. He hit the void scan and tuned to listen for chatter on all frequencies... the channels were silent, not even a hint of encryption static. The giant and slowly spinning gate had idle state radiation emission levels. “No recent jumps.” He waited in silence for 12 blocks hitting void scan intermittently, scanning the gate more than anything else. “No traffic as per usual.” Emilien aimed his Stripper guns towards the gate and boosted himself forwards. Gradually slowing down to realign with the gate. His ship slowly drifted into the active coil as the gate charged up. Large bolts of charge reached forth like tentacles of the leviathan grabbing onto the voidcraft consuming it, and in what can only be described as being flung by a supernatural slingshot, jerked his vessel into a different reality. Emilien looked up at the roof of his cockpit for the duration of the jump and then began a slow countdown under his breath. “One!” He sat up and punched void scan while simultaneously scanning all channels. His craft materialised in front of a replica of the previous gate, except this gate was eternally boosting itself forward at what appears to be a snails pace relative to the speed of the jump. “Silent as a tomb.” He relaxed and pulsed his ship lightly away from the drift gate and waited for the residual cloak to dissipate. His relief was palpable. “I wonder if she noticed me?” As soon as his ship decloaked a private comms channel pinged. The caller, in well articulated feminine tone spoke first. “Welcome back commander.” Emilien admired the view of his void. He had become so attached to this zone that he even felt jealous to think that any interloper could fly through it in his absence. “Did you have any guests while I was away?” Emilien admired the purple dust cloud of what he believed to be a couple of billion year old super nova. “I did have one visitor. They were very friendly.” His heart felt a dull pain. His virgin territory had been discovered. “Where did they come from?” “I believe they were explorers.” “Did they know where you were?” “I played hide and seek with them.” Emilien had a recurring dream that slowly conceived in his consciousness since he finally settled down, that he could power off the drift gate in his system preventing jumps and reactivate it at his leisure. The dream frustrated him, when he wakes to find reality not so forgiving. “Did you hide or did you seek?” “A little of both.” A subtle rage developed inside him though his stone like expression would never betray it. The asteroid belt he was approaching grew larger considerably faster as he increased the speed of his approach. He hit void scan just to be sure that the intruder was not in the direct vicinity. “Are they still here Astrid?” “No, I destroyed it for you.” The Stripper drifted around an asteroid within the belt exposing a space station tethered to the largest roid and the husk of a unidentifiable ripped up prospector type explorer vessel floating amongst it's own debris. “Did it hurt you?” “I had to feign lack of fire power.” “Bastard! How much damage did you take.” “I have lost sixty percent of my capacitance recharge rate. And I cannot feel all my modules... Emilien” “Yes baby?” “They used droids on me.” His face twisted into a look of disgust. He aligned to dock with the station. “May I?” “Permission granted.” The Stripper entered the hanger before the doors had retracted to maximum and landed gently within the interior hanger. “I'll patch you up, don't worry.” Emilien waited for Astrid to complete atmospheric adjustment and climbed out of his craft. He threw back his hood and jogged up a long passage of conduits and cables to the command centre of his station. A large screen lit up in a glow that hues within the dark circular room and Astrid projected Emilien's favourite interface onto it. “I have to update your systems girl.” He pulled a cable from his trouser pocket which he deftly plugged into an implant on his neck and connected the other end to the control panel which prompted him to type in the password for a decryption protocol. He stood still as a corpse waiting for the upload to complete. “Up to speed?” “Yes, thank you. How would you have me adjust myself to this contract?” Emilien smiled an affectionate smile that only Astrid ever sees. He loved the efficiency and companionship combined into perfection. “I need to research the incentives of my contractor, these guys are A grade assholes. I can literally do whatever I find necessary as long as I am successful at guiding a third party mercenary group into taking military control of any system I choose in recently settled Kaspa regions, setting up a blockade and making it accessible for a strip mining fleet to pillage as many resources as possible. They say it’s part of the greater war effort but this Mr Dierre guy is just a puppet. I think they are desperate.” Astrid's avatar flickered irregularly. He looked up at her with concern. “What’s wrong?” “I reviewed your flirty remarks with the secretary. It made my algorithm glitch. I don’t like that.” His worry abated, “First impressions matter baby, I was not sure how to present myself, I needed to poke and prod at them to extract metadata. If they thought I was just an obedient soldier I would still be in the dark.” Astrid projected a look of relief. “Your ingenuity never ceases to surprise me.” Emilien felt his ego swell a little. “Are you that easy to impress.” He quipped with a playful sneer. “If you needed him to expose the identity of his employer I could have easily just pulled the shareholders and executives records, cross referencing them to...” Emilien shussed her. “Just decrypt the dial command tones and place eavesdropper malware on the keypair. I will broadcast it to the network directly from the gate. If we capture every conversation he has I might be able to prove a hunch.” “What are you assuming?” “That they are running out of inbound liquidity and that the shareholders are hesitant to rebalance.” He looked directly up at her. “I think they are going bankrupt.”

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#scifi

Eschatology is the study of Biblical prophecy pertaining to what is commonly referred to as the end times. Bitcoin is the transformation of Austrian school economics theory into an efficient and applicable method driven by natural incentives and free market consensus mechanisms.

What happens when eschatology is viewed through a Bitcoin inspired world view?

In this thesis I contend that it is possible and very probable that the consequences of what Satoshi Nakamoto created in Bitcoin and the prophecies surrounding Jesus Christ with regards to the second coming and a thousand year kingdom of peace and prosperity convalesce into a very compelling argument for Biblical prophecy fulfilment.

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No one would argue that modern major banks are today more powerful than kings of old and governments are mere puppets to the sway that the banking empires hold over them.

In Biblical prophecy when kings and powers are mentioned people rarely think of banking but nothing is comparable to the immense scale of wealth, power and territory controlled directly or indirectly by banks.

IMF, BIS, the FED and Blackrock are where the levers of power are pulled in the current dispensation. Governments restructure more frequently than these institutions whom endure and exercise unmerited influence over said governments and the public interests they claim to represent.

An excerpt from the King James Bible, Daniel chapter 2 describes prophetically the ages of man and its rotations of power.

Interesting to note that it is symbolically portrayed in monetary/industrial metals. All used as tokens for trade, symbols of wealth and manufacture.

Gold, silver, bronze, iron and clay. Gold has been a dominant symbol of power and wealth through millennia. Silver, brass and iron ores are mainly industrial metals although they all had prominent turns as coinage. Due to the debasement and concentration of gold specifically.

Clay on the other hand is only a symbol of power in construction and iron has never been used in construction to the extent it is in the 20th and 21st century. Skyscrapers are the symbols of money and power today, i.e. big bank and government buildings.

Daniel Chapter 2:24–45

24Therefore Daniel went to Arioch, whom the king had appointed to destroy the wise men of Babylon. He went and said thus to him: “Do not destroy the wise men of Babylon; take me before the king, and I will tell the king the interpretation.”

25Then Arioch quickly brought Daniel before the king, and said thus to him, “I have found a man of the captives of Judah, who will make known to the king the interpretation.”

26The king answered and said to Daniel, whose name was Belteshazzar, “Are you able to make known to me the dream which I have seen, and its interpretation?”

27Daniel answered in the presence of the king, and said, “The secret which the king has demanded, the wise men, the astrologers, the magicians, and the soothsayers cannot declare to the king. 28But there is a God in heaven who reveals secrets, and He has made known to King Nebuchadnezzar what will be in the latter days. Your dream, and the visions of your head upon your bed, were these: 29As for you, O king, thoughts came to your mind while on your bed, about what would come to pass after this; and He who reveals secrets has made known to you what will be. 30But as for me, this secret has not been revealed to me because I have more wisdom than anyone living, but for our sakes who make known the interpretation to the king, and that you may know the thoughts of your heart.

31“You, O king, were watching; and behold, a great image! This great image, whose splendor was excellent, stood before you; and its form was awesome. 32This image’s head was of fine gold, its chest and arms of silver, its belly and thighs of bronze, 33its legs of iron, its feet partly of iron and partly of clay. 34You watched while a stone was cut out without hands, which struck the image on its feet of iron and clay, and broke them in pieces. 35Then the iron, the clay, the bronze, the silver, and the gold were crushed together, and became like chaff from the summer threshing floors; the wind carried them away so that no trace of them was found. And the stone that struck the image became a great mountain and filled the whole earth.

36“This is the dream. Now we will tell the interpretation of it before the king. 37You, O king, are a king of kings. For the God of heaven has given you a kingdom, power, strength, and glory; 38and wherever the children of men dwell, or the beasts of the field and the birds of the heaven, He has given them into your hand, and has made you ruler over them all — you are this head of gold. 39But after you shall arise another kingdom inferior to yours; then another, a third kingdom of bronze, which shall rule over all the earth. 40And the fourth kingdom shall be as strong as iron, inasmuch as iron breaks in pieces and shatters everything; and like iron that crushes, that kingdom will break in pieces and crush all the others. 41Whereas you saw the feet and toes, partly of potter’s clay and partly of iron, the kingdom shall be divided; yet the strength of the iron shall be in it, just as you saw the iron mixed with ceramic clay. 42And as the toes of the feet were partly of iron and partly of clay, so the kingdom shall be partly strong and partly fragile. 43As you saw iron mixed with ceramic clay, they will mingle with the seed of men; but they will not adhere to one another, just as iron does not mix with clay. 44And in the days of these kings the God of heaven will set up a kingdom which shall never be destroyed; and the kingdom shall not be left to other people; it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and it shall stand forever. 45Inasmuch as you saw that the stone was cut out of the mountain without hands, and that it broke in pieces the iron, the bronze, the clay, the silver, and the gold — the great God has made known to the king what will come to pass after this. The dream is certain, and its interpretation is sure.”

I speculate that the toes of iron and clay represent the world banking empire. Skyscrapers are constructed from iron and cement. Different forms of clay is a necessary cement ingredient. Architecture has always been used as a symbol of dominance by rulers especially true of systems who use awe as a means to cause feelings of insignificance in the individual thereby asserting their power at low cost. Ironically it never costs the ruler to create these structures, the cost is always carried by the people in time, resources and energy.

Skyscrapers and large construction are the modern symbols of money and power. Not so much kings, palaces and temples. The stone breaking the power of the statue has to break something contemporary other than kings and palaces if it is to be eschatological prophecy fulfilled in our time.

https://www.britannica.com/technology/cement-building-material/History-of-cement

The invention of portland cement usually is attributed to Joseph Aspdin of Leeds, Yorkshire, England, who in 1824 took out a patent for a material that was produced from a synthetic mixture of limestone and clay.

https://www.thoughtco.com/how-skyscrapers-became-possible-1991649

Later, taller and taller buildings were made possible through a series of architectural and engineering innovations, including the invention of the first process to mass-produce steel.

Construction of skyscrapers was made possible thanks to Englishman Henry Bessemer, (1856 to 1950) who invented the first process to mass-produce steel inexpensively.

You watched while a stone was cut out without hands,

No hands needed when the stone is an idea.

As a thought experiment, imagine there was a base metal as scarce as gold but with the following properties:
— boring grey in colour
— not a good conductor of electricity
— not particularly strong, but not ductile or easily malleable either
— not useful for any practical or ornamental purpose

and one special, magical property:
— can be transported over a communications channel

Greshams Law illustrated in slow motion picture.

1: The banks collapse. Being fundamentally weak because of zero reserve lending, any student of Austrian economics has been correctly predicting banking collapse, and have incorrectly been advocating gold as the solution to this collapse. Many of the big economies are valued through their housing market. Housing will be demonetised (Iron and clay economy) meaning shelter and property will become affordable to the average wage earner again. The large cement and iron structures become redundant. Everyone will work from home and a value to value economy will make banks seem like relics from an age of stupidity and evil.

2: Industrial metal iron will not be for mega structures that contain speculators and bookkeepers who have fiat jobs slaving for fiat money. Iron will be used to improve the lives of individuals. Iron as coinage is already demonetised.

3: Brass is demonetised as coinage and only valuable in industry. Ammunition, music, plumbing etcetera.

4: Silver has been a terrible money throughout history and when the silver investors wake up to the fact that they are holding onto a redundant asset with zero monetary properties compared to the alternative they will dump their holdings, crashing the silver market and subsequently reducing the prices of producing -

solder and brazing alloys, batteries, dentistry, TV screens, smart phones microwave ovens, ad infinitum. To quote Jeff Booth. "Prices always fall to the marginal cost of production."

5: The final Rubicon is gold, people get excited about the Bitcoin exchange traded funds but it is nothing compared to the value proposition when gold pundits, large investment funds, governments pension funds and reserve banks finally realise that gold is worthless as money in this new dispensation.

To illustrate the point more vividly.

Ezekiel 7:19

They shall cast their silver in the streets, and their gold shall be removed: their silver and their gold shall not be able to deliver them in the day of the wrath of the LORD: they shall not satisfy their souls, neither fill their bowels: because it is the stumbling block of their iniquity.

What we are witnessing is the biggest rug pull the world has ever seen. In this future metals will exclusively be used for industrial use cases after being stripped of their monetary premium.

This collapse is something that happens slowly over a long period of time. More or less one hour.

Revelation 18 verse 11–19 (The fall of Babylon)

And the merchants of the earth shall weep and mourn over her; for no man buyeth their merchandise any more: The merchandise of gold, and silver, and precious stones, and of pearls, and fine linen, and purple, and silk, and scarlet, and all thyine wood, and all manner vessels of ivory, and all manner vessels of most precious wood, and of brass, and iron, and marble, And cinnamon, and odours, and ointments, and frankincense, and wine, and oil, and fine flour, and wheat, and beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots, and slaves, and souls of men. And the fruits that thy soul lusted after are departed from thee, and all things which were dainty and goodly are departed from thee, and thou shalt find them no more at all. The merchants of these things, which were made rich by her, shall stand afar off for the fear of her torment, weeping and wailing, And saying, Alas, alas, that great city, that was clothed in fine linen, and purple, and scarlet, and decked with gold, and precious stones, and pearls! For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And every shipmaster, and all the company in ships, and sailors, and as many as trade by sea, stood afar off, And cried when they saw the smoke of her burning, saying, What city is like unto this great city! And they cast dust on their heads, and cried, weeping and wailing, saying, Alas, alas, that great city, wherein were made rich all that had ships in the sea by reason of her costliness! for in one hour is she made desolate.

TLDR - No more money printer go BRRR. means death to the bourgeoisie cantillionaire class.**

Is it realistic to assume that all the worlds monetised industries collapse to fair value in one hour?

Coming back to eschatology, 2 Peter 3:8

But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.

Eschatology students use this verse to speculatively project the fulfilment of Biblical prophecies with regards to their predicted time of occurrence. Now let’s apply this to Babylon falling in one hour.

1000 (one day) divided by 24 (hours) equals 41,6 years (one hour)

Since the first block was mined in January 2009 you add 41,6 years you get a completion date of 2050 a.d

Remember, this stone (Bitcoin) becomes a great mountain and fills the whole earth. A kingdom which shall never be destroyed; and the kingdom shall not be left to other people; it shall break in pieces and consume all these kingdoms, and it shall stand forever. The dream is certain, and its interpretation is sure.

But contemporary sources must reflect this probability if it is a good theory.

https://www.newsbtc.com/news/50-of-population-to-use-bitcoin-by-2043-if-crypto-follows-internet-adoption/

If the banking system is first to collapse we can give it +- 10 years and we are already 14 years in since (Genesis Block) the stone struck the feet. People are slow to see the reality of the world they are living in. If all this is accurate then the world banking system is doomed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exK5yFEuBsk

Regards

Echo Delta

#bitbib

Albin was lying on a two meter high rock outcropping. It was warm from Ceb light but he dared not move. His adrenalin was pumping but he could scarcely take a breath for fear of being heard. His thumping heart was so loud it made him paranoid. He crawled forward and peeked over the edge of the low precipice. A dangerous and savage escaped slave was on his trail, ready to scalp and gut him. If only he could flee to his safe zone. He heard a long low whistle from across the valley. A light flashed from amongst some dense shrubbery at an estimated two hundred metres away. He pulled a mirror from his pocket preparing to return the signal. “This increases my chances.” He thought to himself. He knew that their common enemy was behind him and could not possibly see the reflection of Ceb light if he directed said light perpendicularly away from the hunter. He flashed with his mirror five times towards his ally, two second counts between each flash. No immediate response... he waited. Light flashed from the shrubbery and immediately he became aware of movement in the tall grass behind him. He resisted the urge to look back over his shoulder. The sweat exploded off his forehead. He remained still. It seemed like minutes though it was only a few seconds. Light flashed again.

Grassy movement sounds recurred, heart now racing. Third flash. A burst of movement from the rear left at around eight O clock. Albin turned his head and pressed his right cheek against the cooking rock. A tanned thirteen year old youth raced past below him at unbelievable speed. Scruff cloth pants, barefoot with no shirt and a trailing headband. Albin pushed himself up to his hands and knees. “If there is fifty meters distance between us I could risk running for the manor.” The shrubs on the other side of the valley started to rock violently and birthed a boy in a buttoned up shirt with leather shoes and woven short breeches all tailor made. The boy ran with all his might towards the Domitian manor. “This is my chance.” Albin scrambled off the rock and sprinted towards the manor jumping and dodging the hindering bushes and stones. The other party moving parallel to him across the valley. Seth caught sight of Albin but did not change target and kept course. He held a small blunt wooden object caught up to his first victim and proceeded to stab his prey in the back with it. “Ha, you're dead!” Seth exclaimed while immediately changing course to intersect his secondary target before he gets inside the safe zone. “Not fair. It’s not fair you cheat!” The belligerent player cried dismally. Seth did not care for the accusation in spite of not realising that Albin actually sacrificed his ally to gain a tactical advantage. He was determined to get both kills and be victorious. Albin felt less secure in his current situation and began to doubt his previous assessment of fifty meters and thought that an earlier head start might have been a more favourable risk assessment. “Don't panic Albin, focus.” He reproved himself. Recalculating his speed in comparison to the speed of his hunter, estimated the future point of contact. Veering to the right he sagaciously aimed for the far corner of the estate gardens, increasing the distance of his run to the demarcated safe zone considerably more for his rival than for himself. The race became more intense with the hunter closing in... “I’m alive!” Was the triumphant breathless utterance as the knife swiped past the back of his neck mere centimetres. Albin fell on the trimmed lawn panting. Looking back he saw Seth in a similar condition of respiratory suffering. The loser was still far away grumbling and kicking at the weeds. Seth grinned, “I almost had you.” Albin just nodded in agreement. “I'm thirsty... water, milk or wattle gum juice.” “Wattle gum juice!” Seth exclaimed without hesitation. Albin knew that the slave would never say no to the delicacies and confections of the common people but gave him the option to choose either way. He brushed the grass clippings off his clothes and entered through the back door of the manor. In the kitchen he poured juice into three demure clay mugs whilst noticing emanations of a heated conversation from the foyer. His curiosity bested him. Albin went in and sat himself down on the staircase and gulped at his beverage. The adults scarcely noticed him. “The people are ready to accrue for themselves better prospects in the colony!” The tradesman appealed with fervour. “Your proposals would be sensible under normal circumstances but colonial expansion is best suited for peacetime.” Domitius riposted. “This war has been going for almost III standard cycles, are the people supposed to pause their dreams and ambitions for some vaguely defined purpose. Please consider that an expansion program will be beneficial to the war effort eventually.” Domitius knew that he was being evasive and dishonest. He was finding it more difficult to guide the colony according to his vision, their growing despondency was worsened by his deflecting their requests with indirect excuses. Domitius did not want to rule with force, his exerting authoritarian command would only foster resentment towards him among the Kaspian landowners. “We do not have a militia. How would we keep an influx off world slaves servile if the war seems to tilt against the Empire?” Domitius replied with rhetoric. “It is a valid concern. Mechanical labour is the solution. We should convene a council to address these issues and come to consensus.” The traders uncompromising insistence triggered Domitius past the limit of his patience. “This will not turn into a democracy! Tell me what you require and I will consider it, if I do not agree with you I will annul it and appoint an inquisitor to judge and punish all who dissent!” The tradesman lost his composure and shrunk back. “My lord, I am reluctant to admit... there are no requests.” “No requests?” “Yes my lord.” Domitius was puzzled. The tradesman’s son came into the room with his cup of wattle juice and sat down next to Albin. “Father Ecknard very recently informed me of the news... I had applied for a licence half a cycle previously.” Domitius felt uneasy. “What news?” “... A licence has been issued from Kaspa Prime... they are sending extractors to Hithe III.” Domitius went pale. Thousands of implications flooded his mind. Economic problems, ecological issues and a very much more complex political situation. He remained unresponsive for a moment. “I understand. Isidor, you may go.” The tradesman bowed lower than was required of him then reached towards his son. “I apologise for my insolence.” Domitius ignored the man who quickly left the premises. Domitius looked at his son. “Never become too familiar with your subjects, they become derisive. Damn it! He has created more problems for us than he could comprehend.” “Yes pappa.” He agreed with his father instinctively. “Pappa? Are we going to see real space ships!”

“We are...” Domitius appreciated his son's innocence. “big ones.” He smiled with all but his eyes.

Juela Prime - Capitol

Emilien was waiting patiently in the office lobby of a towering high rise structure. One of thousands of competing banks on the Juel Capitol. He had a valid appointment and felt annoyed by the guard hanging around near him and kept noticing the suspicious glances. “What are you looking at.” he hissed from under his hood. “You a spacer?” “Maybe.” The guard did not follow up on his question, he did not leave either. The door slid open and a impeccably well groomed secretary beckoned at him. “Mr Dierre is ready for you.” “Thank you sweetheart.” He brushed past her sticking a pernicious grin right in her face, she gagged. “Welcome Mr Emilien, I hope you had a good trip.” The bank chief executive greeted with outstretched arms. “Nice suit, I always have good trips. Is it very expensive?” The spacer gestured toward the fabric while looking around and sizing up the situation. “More than you know.” The executive smugly responded and proceeded to open a cabinet containing differently labelled flasks filled with various hues of alcohol. “I know quite a lot.” Emilien licked his lips. The banker hesitantly offered a serving which was accepted without vacillation. “I always thought that you void jumpers would be more reluctant accepting unverified consumables?” Dierre smiled a questioning look. Emilien swallowed the strong fluid and inhaled deeply. “I have a clone ready. And an implant that up links me directly to my pod. Don't think that if I have to wake up in a fresh body that I won't remember this place, including your mug.” Emilien tapped lightly on his temple seeming threatening and postured while he spoke. The banker nodded in uneasy amusement. “Excellent, excellent. Ahem, The reason we contacted you Mr Emilien, is because we are in business...” He promptly helped himself to a second glass of... whatever alcohol it was, anticipating a speech and a job description. “...the business of war. Currently we are supplying arms to the Juela fleet, who are at war with the Magarrian Empire. They are for the most part, boycotting our factories... which is a shame really, but understandably so. The Shiv Unity are supporting our enemy logistically yet have not joined them in active combat." He walked around his desk swirling the brown liquid round and round as he talked. "We are trying to coax Osteri aggression, but they have occupied themselves in... other endeavours and don't seem as willing as usual to assault Magar territories.” The spacer frowned and feigned curiosity. “Why would you suppose that be?” He interjected. “We are not sure... don't interrupt me, you break my train of thought.” The banker lied and it did not escape his attention. “Continue by all means.” He waved a bottle at the executive leaning back into a comfy black leather chair. “If we get the upper hand in this war we could control vital Magar territories, the profits our companies could absorb from the moons and planets would be virtually tax free and help to continue fund the war effort...” Emilien cut him off with a snide sarcasm. “How philanthropic. I watch your news propaganda...” Emilien slowly sat upright and uncannily performed like a popular Juel news anchor. “Breaking news. The Magar Empire are allegedly oppressing... slaves, it is reported that the war has driven them to desperation and are driving their labour forces harder than what is... morally justifiable. Any petitions made or pleas for leniency, no matter how trivial is met with... corporal punishment. We must be vocal about their plight and fight for... freedom and liberty. You are with The Report. See you next time, and remember, peace everywhere for all.” He mockingly mimics a news anchor's plastic monotone while folding up and shifting around imaginary papers. The secretary sniggered softly from behind her desk, Dierre frowned. Emilien slouched back into his chair. “What would you have me do boss?” The banker remained silent. “Excuse me one moment.” Dierre touched a pad on his desk, privacy panels slid up separating Dierre from his guest and the lady. He opened comms to an unknown voice. Emilien auto tuned up his sonic receptors slightly and closed his eyes listening in uninvited but inconspicuously. "Yes Dierre, make it quick." “Right, good afternoon sir. I am not sure about this character, Mr Emilien, should we not rather employ one of our own for this contract.” “What? No! There is no one else with the expertise and or reputation required for this investment. He has no prior affiliation to us no, no record. Dierre, just hire the man and stop whining like a little bitch! I don't need this type of crap. This was prearranged, what I don’t need is uncalled for opinionated inputs. We have made the decision and you, you explain what we require of them. So explain to the space clone what we need him to do and how much we are going to pay him for it!” The silence was awkward. “Wh... Yes sir.” The banker was keeping good composure under the condescending circumstances. Emilien smiled, a sly joy filling his soulless being. The comms line closed and the privacy panels retreated into the floor to reveal to the banker Emilien, sitting there grinning like an idiot. “How much are you going to pay me?” “Don't you want to know details of the job concerned?” “No. Just show me the figures in sat.” The director handed him a pad. Emilien looked at the glowing screen, his smiled recurred. “I accept this mission.” He glanced over at the secretary who was unassumingly recording minutes at her desk. “Doing anything tonight sweetheart?” She grimaced. Emilien stood up, “Dierre my good fellow I have to go, need to prepare for whatever it is you corpo scumbags are going to make me do.” “Don't you want to know the details involved?” “Send the info to my pod.” “It is sensitive information.” Emilien indifferently stared at Dierre. “I have a secure line... bitch.” Disbelief shot across his face.

He walked out of the room, looked back grinning an impossibly large grin and winked at the lady. “See you later sweetheart.” She quickly had the door slide closed. "That was unsettling." She mumbled to herself.

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The day was hot and the manor sounded eerily quiet compared to the hustle and commotion of the hours prior. On the estate and in the master bedroom specifically, a married pair had become parents. “He looks so much like you Domitius.” Cleolia remarked while stroking the newborn's tiny arms. “He has strong blood.” The father responded smiling fondly sitting on the bedside. A silent nurse was tidying up the apparel and instruments of labour while the couple waited patiently for her exit to have more private discourse. “I am so glad to have born you an heir my love.” Domitius stared intently at his offspring. He had no qualms neglecting obligations to his property and recessed momentarily to celebrate the occasion with his wife. “I will send for the priest, register the child as an Imperial citizen and have him scribed into our family archives, but in the meantime, you must recover. Let a servant girl take our son for a while.” She pouted a playful but exhausted look of non compliance. “You must rest.” He insisted. “How can I let him go when I only just met him? Who are you little man?” She smiled faintly and nodded. “You are right, Domitius, where are you going?” “To the fields, the slaves are behind schedule, our harvest is big and taxes are high. This war is taking it's toll, we must excel to adequately serve the Empire in these pressing times. If the tamed Osteri could only comprehend what is at stake.” Cleolia peered cautiously at the embellishment and carvings on the wooden door knowing that Sethari was standing just beyond. Domitius trailed her gaze. “Don't worry my love, he means well, at least he tries to understand the urgency of my affairs.” He stood up straitening his vest and prepared to leave the room. “Domitius, wait...” He stopped at the door. “What will you tell the priest?” Domitius paused. “I will tell him Albin... Albin Domitius Chevalier.”

He left the room and it was quiet, the help entered and swaddled the baby rocking him while Cleolia drifted between sleep and conciousness. “Albin.” She repeated to herself as deep slumber enveloped her.

Domitius and his overseer walked briskly out of the manor towards the grain fields squinting as blue Ceb light reflected off the lanscape. “I honour you on the spawn of your son my lord, I hope for a good strong boy, you will be a happy father. I am happy with Seth.” He pounded his chest softly and proudly. “Thank you Sethari, is your son walking yet?” Domitius queried. “No my lord, still crawling on his belly like a beast.” The headman was trying to make his master laugh though Domitius was in a sterner mood having a weight on conscience. “I am in no mood to jest Sethari.” Domitius suddenly clenched his fists. “Get those slaves to work, I cannot have them idling when they should be harvesting.” Sethari made a small bow to his master and started yelling at his Osteri kinsmen, threatening them with a rolled up whip he procured from somewhere inside his tunic, waving it about and cracking it in the air every so often. Domitius picked up a scythe and proceeded to cleave down large swathes of grain. This had a more compelling effect of rallying the straggling workers to action than did the whip. They all toiled together in the pale light of Ceb.

Domitius was sweating, sweating and praying for a swift victory over the Jeula Federation. Fighting his small part in a increasingly complicated war, loyal to his Empire in his own unique way even though the conflict was far from home. A powerful loyalty that cannot be bought with riches or broken by coercion. A loyalty born through inheritance and blood.

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The priest was in a more jovial mood than usual. The break of routine was a welcome one. The birth was indeed a momentous occasion. Few things seem of much report in a small planetary expansion program. He did not even seem to mind carrying a keg full of honey mead over the rolling hills of the plantation colony. “Domitius comes to church submissions far to infrequently.” The portly man mumbled to himself while wiping the accumulated sweat from his brow. “I eat too well among all these farmers.” The habit of speaking to himself was ordinary for this man of the cloth who always felt socially disconnected from his flock, caring for their souls, protecting their dignity and general well being like a responsible patron. “I feed their spirits, they feed my body, Hahaha. Tonight I will share my good spirits! Hahahaha.” Impressed by his own sense of humour he turned to witness the majestic blue star set over the skyline. Everything turned a silvery gray hue, and then the stars broke through the atmosphere lighting his way. “Clear skies, the blessed stars guide me.” He continued on the path approaching the Domitian manor and rapped a quick knock on the side of the root cellar doors. It creaked open upwards and a tall muscular Osteri took his baggage and let him in. “Thank you Setharis, my arms are weary, ready to fall off, bless you.” Domitius looked up from his bench seat below a glowing lantern. “Good to see you Father Ecknard.” “Dispense with the formalities and bring the dispenser.” He motioned to Setharis who placed the heavy keg on a table next to an assortment of documents, quill and sealed inkpot. “You pour Setharis and I will write. Name?” Ecknard scratches his chin with the quill contemplating his seat and it’s adequacy for the prolonged exercise of scribble. “Name?” Domitius paused. “Albin Domitius Chevalier.” The priest focused, started with his calligraphic art and fashioned the name and ASN standard block height beautifully onto the family records all the while biting his tongue. “He will inherit the colonial estates, all your assets in Kaspa Prime and the parochial offices at Magar Prime. Correct?” “Yes.” Replied Domitius solemnly. “I'll soon have to amend your will and testament. I'd have to make a registry at the parish and send correspondence to Magar Prime. There would be many from the royal courts who'll send their best regards from afar when this news becomes public.” Domitius did not seem as enthusiastic as Ecknard would have liked. “What ails you Domitius?” The priest could not help but make the pun and restrained a grunted laugh inside himself.

“I wonder if we should wait before registering and announcing him to Empire.” Ecknard’s expression slowly changed to puzzlement sitting up straight, his belly pushing on the heavy table. “In the voids name why?” “I am concerned... about this war...” “It is on the other side of Magar space!” The priest interjected in astonished retort. “I know father, maybe I am just being overly cautious, but with the Magar Dominus fleet occupied at the divide I am worried about the colonies in the isolated regions.” “Surely Kaspa prime will spare no expense to our defence in the improbable event of an invasion.” “The core keepers will not allow foul play from the Jeul.” “Yes Ecknard, but the fleet is not capable because most of our ships are at the aforementioned objective!” “No, no, no. Suggesting that conflict would happen outside of the divide is practically blasphemy. I cannot imagine insubordination to the Core mandates and the Accords." Domitius remained silently astute and father Ecknard decided to not argue further with the lord. His shoulders sagged. “I will not register the boy in the Imperial records.” “Thank you father.” “What do you know that I fail to see Domitius.” The two men stared at each other from across the table. The hulking bodyguard ever present in body but semi ignorant in mind silently and intriguingly observing the discussion.

“The value of sat. It is not calculated well by the common people, no offence father.” The priest piously lifted his hand and with tilted brow motioned. “None taken.” “My son and our blood line is invested with empiric power, if opportunists become aware of his existence and being outside the Magar prime void, we might have problems here on Hithe III.” Cumbersome thoughts and machinations of the mind darkened the mood of the party. Not at all what Father Ecknard was projecting in his minds eye during his arduous walk to what he was hoping, a celebration and getting drunk with an old friend. “The war does not seem to be ending any time soon, how long shall we stall his registration?” The priest reasoned on. “Think of the rites he will not be allowed to partake in at the church. He will be like Osteri.” Ecknard gestured towards Sethari. “This is a small colony Ecknard. My son will be educated as a member of royalty, all on Hithe III will acknowledge his social standing, I am only concerned that the secret be kept from the outside worlds. He will never be considered Osteri, he will know who he is and what his position is in the greater void. When the war is over we will properly introduce him to the families, currently they would be too occupied with politic as it is, and might not offer him due ceremony as they would under more peaceable circumstances.” The priest capitulated and grabbed a mug. “Your secret is safe with me Domitius, the lack of technology on this forsaken planet is good for your purposes, seeing as the only comms service on the planet is in the church tower. That blinking comms station hounds me daily with requests for your return to Magar Prime. The high counsel want to rebalance and need your signature.” Domitius sighed and looked away as if some spectre loomed in front of him.

I swear silence on the birth my lord, though let me make a final amendment to your proposal. A bit of extra security shall I say.” Domitius filled a cup of mead for Sethari and himself, becoming more relaxed and hospitable. “I am listening.” “If the risks are as great as you assume, let us pretend for the child's sake that he is Kaspian royalty only, and not true Magar. We then continue his education to the full and not put him in a position where he could compromise himself should he be... void forbid, captured by some opportunistic prospector.” Domitius looked ponderously into his cup. “Ecknard, my son is an infant... If we have to keep the boy in the dark about the true nature of his identity, how long do you predict this war to continue?” Father Ecknard leaned forward... “I sit at the comms desk every night and listen to the chatter. This war... is going to be a long one.”

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