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Chapter 3
About the first big mushroom trip. And it was an accident.

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The first big trip

I wish the first macro dose trip had been on purpose. I still appreciate every inch of what happened. A certain part of my ego, my hubris, my coyote spirit, entrapped me into falling into the experience I needed.

It turns out that I had been doing beautiful work with microdosing. They connected me to practices I knew were necessary for living. Praying had become a normal part of my life. Running, going to the gym, breathing exercises, meditations. I had found a path that was transforming me physically and mentally into an evolved version of myself. The mushrooms gave me a state of possibility beyond the known, a constant “why not?”.
“Why not run out of breath?” for example. Why not pray?
I had tuned into practices and methods that gave me a way of living.
Anyway I must say that the sense of well being that the mushrooms provoked forgave any lack of care. They had me in a contented or neutral state. I could eat whatever my relaxed digestion would allow. Nothing was bad for me. I could feel content to do and not do without judgment or reprimand.

When I started microdosing I had the feeling that I had passed through a portal to a parallel world. People were kind to me. Everyone had a certain happiness about them that they didn't have before. Those who fought with me stopped fighting with me. I realized the valuable power of one's own vibration. When the microdoses opened my heart a little and gave me harmony in the hemispheres, brain-heart coherence, everyone around me seemed to transform. I was amazed. I wanted to give it to everyone.
I distributed mushrooms everywhere, I cultivated, I harvested, I gave away, I went on pilgrimage, I went on mission, I preached. I never tired of talking about the benefits of mushrooms.

I remember once while drinking beer with a friend and commenting on the fungi power in life, global and medicinal panacea, a friend told me: “No, Sato, it's you”.
Just like that. Very simply, he said that the things that happened to me happened to me because I was the one going through them. I had no use believing that.

Maybe, I admit it, there are people who have eaten two big mushrooms and have not felt what I felt with a six-millimeter primordium. Maybe it is not the global panacea that will save the world. I had a hard time believing it. I would still find it hard to believe. The potential of psylocibin is very nice and huge.
There is a quality of surrender in that, Ramon said it in that ceremony in Huachuma:
It's not the quantity of medicine you take, it's the quality of surrender.
Paraphrasing.

Anyway. I spent months distributing mushrooms to everyone I could and had a hand to receive. I sold and gave away. I cultivated, I got. I put it in mate, I made tea. Sometimes people drank mate with me without knowing I had mushrooms. I didn't kill anyone. I proved that it was possible. They smiled a little more.
My parents were victims of my obsession with mushrooms. Several times I made them tea with microdoses and lovingly indulged them. Handing it to them with both hands and reverently telling them. “I want you to take this, which is a gift from the deep love and affection I have for you”. Imagine, both parents, having seen their child being stale and sad and so on. Bringing something with both hands, confessing love by bowing their head. Hugging and kissing. It had to be tryed and so they did. They never told me what they felt. I did see them going to the bank to do paperwork, laughing hand in hand in love, that was all.

You have to give these medicines with that affection and love. Expressing it with the heart, with the mind and with the body. That way the receiving channel can be opened. Or be denied with truth, because if it was not right for that person or not the right time, inevitably there would be rejection.
I used to chat with my mom about her processes and problems, her emotions and stories. In my psylocibe time I recommended her many times to do a microdose process. She was afraid and I would tell her that it was absurd, that it would do her good, that it would take away her fear, that it would give her peace to reflect, that this and that. It became desperate for me to hear a problem that I knew its solution was right there in the kitchen cupboard where we were chatting.
I would cut the little piece of mushroom and say, “Here! Take this! You'll see!”
And she'd say, “No, well, let me, later.”
Maybe I could get her to eat a little bit, but it was so small that it was insignificant.
One day we started arguing. She must have been upset about something and I insisted that she take the mushrooms and in the heat of the argument I took a big mushroom. The biggest of the whole crop. It must have weighed an easy 2 grams. It had his black hat open sporulated. Drunk with power and arrogance I ate it in his face saying:
“See, this is how you have to eat! If you eat so little it won't do you anything.”
Then I said goodbye and walked home.
I walked along the bank of the big canal. Quiet, flowing. I crossed paths with a childhood friend and continued my journey. Then, as if attracted by the adventure, I took a narrow path through a reed bed that after bending down several times to bow to the branches, leads to an abandoned farm. I walked aimlessly through the farm, already feeling the first effects of the fungus on me. Relaxed and observing. Within a square of the field, which no longer had fruit trees, thousands of poplars had proliferated. They were growing upwards like rays from the earth and I felt that all those poplars shared the same root and that they were the same poplar that sprouted and sprouted. I was inside a forest.
It occurred to me to pull one out to take home and plant for shade in the summer. Shade I needed since my front door and window faced the afternoon summer sun. I had no tools but my hands, and in the “why not” of the mushroom I grabbed a thin sapling six or seven meters long and started pulling. It took a lot of energy to pull it up but it was not in my calculations. The concept of fatigue or energy had completely vanished. I had supernatural strength. I pulled up three saplings by the roots. And, panting and perspiring, I returned home. I remember crossing the canal on the narrow footbridge of old and rotten boards with three trees in my hands. I remember getting home and looking for the most efficient way to plant them. The mushroom relaxation was coming, I yawned and yawned. I turned on the water pump and started breaking up the hard soil with the pressure of the hose. I splashed mud everywhere and, very precariously, I put them there. I thought they should take care of themselves and be strong because they were just wild poplars. The three poplars died soon after.
I found myself covered in fungus, muddy and sweaty, decomposed, as if I were sick and nauseous. I decided to take a bath.
I felt bad because I really got into that trip, I didn't expect to be like this. So hypersensitive and open. So self-conscious.
When I went to the bathroom I remember looking in the mirror and in full nausea seeing my long beard. I immediately realized that my long beard, on the map of my life, was synonymous with abandonment. Perhaps it is an ancestral force in me, or a program, or a way of communicating with myself. I realized that my long beard hid the swelling of my face. The swelling of my face was because I had very bad habits. The beard was the mask that hid my true face from the world, but it also hid me from my true face. Back there were my cheeks of gluttony, my swollen glands from swallowing filth.  I began to shave in desperation. In the sensation of being mounted surfing a long arcade as long as my five foot seven inches.
In the automatic process of shaving my body, I saw my naked torso. Scissoring and pinching. I felt disgust all over. Added to my face, my torso reflected more of the gluttony. I could see and feel in my liver and belly the thousand and one ways of poisoning I had perpetrated on my body. I could feel every piece of garbage I had swallowed amplified. In addition the gluttonous nausea contained things that should not logically be there but the link was clear: Other psychic vices, my relationship with my parents, excessive use of social networks, business relationships that did not serve me, my relationship with my daughter. My own character in the theater of life disgusted me.
My eyes were big and my pupils dilated. My face was completely symmetrical. I realized that my hemispheres were fully balanced in resonance as both sides of me had amalgamated. I looked like an android.
And at the same time, from my lower abdomen I could see my sexual dramas. A reptilian posture. Indescribable. I felt it was vile, inconsiderate, hurtful. I perceived the enormous power and responsibility of sexual energy. Life-creating.  I saw the harm it could cause and perhaps I had caused without realizing it. I saw the divine and miraculous creative potential. Like a bolt of lightning it hit me in the back of the head receiving an upgrade of the software of living. I was able to perceive the world from the point of view of the sexual equation. It took me years to thread the knowledge I received but the impression was so overwhelming and abysmal that I felt the effects of every trauma there is and ever will be. I believe I felt every violation and abuse in all the lineages of my ancestors. I felt what fibers of beings I touched in victims and victimizers.
I felt where I vibrated them in me, nauseating. I felt the fire of hell burning life by the evil and selfish use of the vital alpha and omega. Promiscuity profligate masturbatory indolent insensitive desidious irresponsible harmful debilitating. There are no words. All that in me. Reptilian. Burning me to a crisp.
I realized the millions of ways all these behaviors manifested in my material world in addition to my body. My home was embedded in that, my objects, my tools. Everything my home and my living environments were and emanated symbolism from what my psyche and body had constructed. How to explain it...
My home was the physical manifestation of the use of my sexual energy and my eating drives.
When so much information fell into me, the natural reaction of my mind was to go into self-flagellation. Despair. How could I be so shitty. How I had been so ignorant. How much damage I could have caused. I am such a piece of shit. I went in to punish myself with words and feelings. The cycle of self-flagellation and thinking the old adagio “what does one more stripe do to the tiger?” “if I'm already a piece of shit why not hurt myself some more” “who cares, if I hate this thing I did with me I'd like to destroy it” The very vibration of guilt.
Until I heard the voice:
“Ease. Build on top of this” A compassionate voice said in my ears.
And surprise bathed me in light and calm. The sound of the voice from heaven stunned me. It wasn't coming from anywhere. The things in my bathroom were normal, I was not hallucinating, the silence was profoundly normal, the image in the mirror was the same as always. During this whole trip I hadn't seen things that weren't there. Nothing was moving or melting. I was just seeing things as they are, so normally manifest that the simple and the obvious revealed profound truths. Everything is in plain sight, it cannot be hidden. I was as sober as a breathalyzer test would have given me a negative score.
When the gaze is purified, the heart is cleansed, the truth is obvious and manifest. It is when the senses can cross time and space and recognize themselves living other experiences and other lives. It is when telepathy becomes normal and one can sense information and decode it. I realized that not a single thought is private and even less hidden, everything springs forth and manifests in the physical world in a transcendental language.
All this astounded me. I had not uttered such words, I could not even have conceived them.
“Repentance. Total change of attitude. Mutate action.”
I listened to the words again and felt the bath of light, love and harmony.
It was telling me that I should walk and act in the opposite direction. That to do so was as simple as turning on the spot and heading in the opposite direction. As these thoughts washed over me, my reflection morphed into a more harmonious and beautiful image. I no longer reflected that sore and vile chained reptile, but a more human image. As if locks had opened and chains had fallen from my body.
“Ascending is like descending” He said.
And I saw a downward spiral dragging my life and soul into a hell. As I went, so went my whole family, my house, my dogs, my plants, the souls of my parents and my ancestors. At the same time that I was self-flagellating and hurting myself, I was taking my children's children with me into deep misery, into the endless pit of infinite suffering and dark evil.
And at the same time I saw the other spiral, the one of paradise. Where we help each other to create an improved and effective version of living in harmony with divinity and life forces. A resonance capable of levitating all things and houses, objects, dogs and souls towards heaven on earth. An ascending spiral of light, love, peace, benevolence.
“When you want to go up, just go up. You have a thousand lives.” Said the voice
And I felt a divine neutrality of free will. Divinity shrugging its shoulders and showing me its clean hands that never got involved in anything without my asking. No one was forcing me to choose any path. No one would ever intervene for me. No one could. Nothing would bring about any change. I could see a thousand lifelines in the river of eternal drowning but no one was going to move my arms to grab it and hold on. No one was going to lift me fallen. No one was going to give me the wings to soar. (Unless I asked for it perhaps.) It had to be a conscious decision of my own. And I realized that the effort and energy of taking the upward spiraling path was the same as the downward path. Either one required the same energy and will. It was willingness to hurt yourself or build yourself up. It was a thought of distance. Love each other, hate each other. To live, to die. And when I heard “a thousand lives” they actually said the infinite number. Saying a thousand, the voice was generous to me. I could die and be reincarnated five hundred trillion times eternally with the same subject and the same problem. The actors would mutate, the scenes change and repeat themselves with different colors. My life is this, the only one. Because by not learning, it repeats itself, and returns, and repeats itself. And it returns. And in these sensations I recognized the inconceivable quantum power of life and resonance. I will not be able to explain, but nothing is as it seems, and it would rather be like a tremendous dream of resonance frequencies that at any moment can be transformed into a nightmare if we think in those directions of darkness and fear.
And worse than that would be to grow old with unresolved issues, to give up, to give up for dead, to try to escape them and evade the self. To evade free will, what a paradox. We have so much freedom that we can choose not to have it.
Already in the shower I could see myself from above. Detached from my body. I recognized the vessel that had been given to me to fulfill the mission of this life. My body. My avatar. The vehicle of my consciousness. The most impressive sophisticated work that could have been conceived, self-creating. But it was part of me, it was not me. It was just a part that I had to take care of and honor because it was a sacred temple where my infinite consciousness dwells. A tool of limitation for my being to be able to travel in these planes of this world.
And when I look at the glass of the shower stall, I see the drops of water falling and splashing. When several drops of water slid down to the floor on the surface of the glass the figures that transparent on the steam fogged glass were identical to a bunch of rising souls. Like tadpoles of light going skyward. And I heard the voice:
“Ascending takes courage and bravery. It's all right, go up.”
And I thought it was extraordinary that in addition to words they were synchro/tuning my gaze with images that were representative of what they wanted to tell me. Speaking in plural because my intuition told me that I was being communicated with “The cosmic brotherhood”. I don't even know what that means but thank you very much for the data.
And I saw my hands as divine instruments. And in them I saw how many times I had been a coward to take action for my own good. And I had been afraid of what people would say and to be the rainbow sheep of the herd. I understood that my body has memory beyond my brain. That in every cell there are stored memories and information of what was and the moves that were made. That every time I had been afraid and acted in and out of fear I had nurtured cowardice. Like a conditioned reflex.
But now I knew that ascending is simple as descending, and that they were waiting for me. They have the patience of all lives.
And I saw the other parts of my body, sitting in the shower. Each one was looking back at me. Because we were a self-conscious whole. It's hard to explain. How can a foot look back at you? I don't know. I felt it and it went right through me. Not only was I looking at them, but they were looking at me. My feet, my legs, my penis, my belly, my hands. Not only were they looking at me, but in that look was encoded the information of what they were saying. And it was a look of the dog that destroyed the couch while the owner was away. And when he confronts the owner you can see that he knows what he did, and that it was wrong. That he surely regrets it and that his master looks at him disappointed. That's how they looked at me, my body parts. Regretful, intelligently knowing and recognizing themselves. Defeated, ashamed. The team failed.
I spoke:
“We have to get it right. Talk to me! Let me know. Wake me up when I'm inattentive.”
My hands had a boldness to move, taking my words of encouragement. Their expression changed.
“Let's go to in the same direction and without setbacks” I said ”let's allow ourselves to make it without fear and be brave.”
“That if there is fear let's see it as delusion”.
“Let's walk life with the courage of those who are dying”.


Chapter two.
About the first encounter with magic mushrooms microdosing

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Love at second sight

About five years ago now, working in my tiny workshop, actually outside of it, because I didn't even go inside, I suffered a carpentry “accident”. I say “accident” in quotes because the instant it happened to me I knew I had done it to myself, because I saw all the safety rules I had overlooked and I knew it was going to change my life. I needed that.
With a hand-held circular saw, I wanted to cut a length of green poplar lath. I started the cut and when the saw advanced far enough I grabbed with my right hand (I'm left-handed) the back of the lath, where I had the beginning of the cut. The humidity of the wood itself added to my strength when I grabbed it from behind, closed the cut and the saw jammed. My left hand, even though the saw slowed down, pulled the trigger. And instead of moving forward, the saw went backward, pulling on the closed cut and passed over my right hand. In an instant, my index finger was all fringed and dangling. It was the only thing the saw cut. Right hand, index finger. The paternal masculine side, pointing to direction, purpose, law. I jumped up and ran in circles screaming. I knew that instantly. “You did this to yourself” ”Your life changed forever.” I sat up and passed out for an instant. My dogs were sniffing me. I was alone. I called Anto and she took me to the hospital.

I healed my finger. That's about where it is. It looks like a hook. It is stiff. I wanted nothing to do with repairing it, traumatologists, antibiotics, surgeries. They just put the stitches and it healed. I put propolis on it. It got infected. I learned a lot from watching his healing and his infection.
It turns out that the wound was infected for a long time, part of the tissue turned black and died. I let it be, watched it. Never did the infection leave the finger to my hand. I trusted. One day the infection pushed out a centimeter-long sliver of bone. And there the wound closed.

It closed in the hand, but it did not close in the mind or in the heart. I became quite depressed. For a long time I couldn't go back to work. I rethought the whole way. Why be an unhappy, poor, one-armed carpenter? For what reasons had I walked that way. It was then that I began to meditate a lot, to rebuild my subconscious. It was then that I found healing ideas, Dr. Joe Dispenza's books, Paramahansa Yogananda's prayers, Neville Goddard's books.  I saw that the way out of the painful equation was through prayer, meditation, understanding what ideas led me to work that way. Understanding what buried parts of my mind led me to decide to work precariously, to not take care of myself, to have accidents. Because this serious accident was the icing on the cake of several other accidents I had had, less serious ones. I had already lost parts of my fingers, in fact some were still missing and others had grown back like a lizard's tail. From that I also knew it was something like a self flagellation pattern. The question was why?

My dad would always watch me work and tell me of my carelessness. I believed I was beyond pain and the law.
In my subconscious I found pure devaluation of myself and my work. I found that I didn't want to do what I was doing and that I would rather travel and play soccer. Why shouldn't I be able to live doing that? I meditated and prayed. I kept dissolving. I spent about sixty days on that healing plan. My family putting up with me, helping me financially, having infinite patience.

Within the meditative mystical wave, by synchrodestiny, a friend that I had not seen for many years invited me to participate in a group of Deepak Chopra's Abundance. I knew Chopra's books. I joined right away because it was specifically something I needed to work on and had been praying about a lot; my relationship with money.
I actually remember going through the 21-day meditation challenge and that. But going to the actual issue itself, I re-established the bond with my friend. That one of those days of hammock and meditation he sends me a message offering to help me with a move and pay me for it. In my meditative openness, having broken several schemes of pride I thought yes. Why not.

I went to his house and it was not far. He showed me where he lived and what he did. He grew Oyster mushrooms, edible mushrooms that grow on poplar wood. The first thing I said to him was that if anyone was going to grow magic mushrooms then it must be him. I don't know where that line came from but the next thing made me laugh. He took me to his room and showed me inside a big plastic box, a white organic thing full of mushrooms.
I had heard a lot about mushroom trips through Terrence Mckenna, I used to put it on the speaker in the workshop and listen to hours and hours of his talks and lectures. His travel stories were very interesting.
He offered me a try and I automatically said no. I didn't want to add substance to my life. I was already clean of everything. No alcohol, no cannabis. Just yerba mate or coffee.

The mark that cannabis had left in my life had not been good, and I related the effects of cannabis with those of mushrooms, I don't know why. Maybe because the idea that they were “psychoactive”.
We started to move and while we were moving, Huguito appeared.
With Huguito we knew each other from that huachuma ceremony. When Hugui saw the mushrooms he was happy and Luis offered him the same thing he offered me, “Do you want to try?
Hugui didn't even hesitate and pinched a little mushroom so small it fit on the tip of his index finger. It must have been 6 millimeters tall.
Immediately my brain thought it was missing something and inevitably said “Well if it's that small I want to see what it tastes like too.”

I ate an identical mushroom that was right next to the one Huguito had taken.
We continued with the move and carried a batch of things. In one of the comings and goings, I was in the back seat of the van and I could feel myself present. A certain harmony, vital flow, heart-mind coherence. There I was, rejoicing in the moment. So lucid that I was surprised. So present that a smile came from my heart to my face. I didn't even hear what the other two were talking about, if they were talking at all. I was alone back there. Relaxed in the seat letting myself go. I asked: “Hey, could it be that this has had an effect on me?
And laughing they said yes.

Then I looked outside, a summer sunset. The sun was low in the orange, the magical hour. The plants on the side of the road. I saw things that were there but would never have paid attention to their simple beauty if it weren't for the mental rumination gone. The layers of hubris put on like glasses to reality. I saw clearly what was there without judgment or lucubration whether it was good or bad, pretty, ugly, whether he wanted or didn't want it to happen. I loved, so to speak, whatever was happening. And in that vision, seeing the weeds on the side of the road, for the first time I saw them as intelligent living beings and not as part of the scenery of the drama of life. The plants stretched out to receive the sun, which was the last of the afternoon, the most beautiful. They managed to make room for each other and assume a yogic posture. They had body, mind and spirit. They made room for themselves and for each other. Their leaves pointed to the great orange sun and they were efficiently praising it and taking it with every bit they could. They had moved to that hour to do that. It would not have been the same at noon. They were all leaning toward the divine radiation. They had gotten there through a dance.
Wow!
That was there every day of my life for 28 years and I had never seen it. I had other software.

The feeling of peace and harmony continued throughout the day, I had never felt so lucid and connected to what was happening and that night I slept like a baby. Literally. The next morning I woke up remembering how I woke up as a child. Fresh, rested, excited to play and live.
I instantly called Luis and told him I wanted those mushrooms in my life, in whatever form. I told him I wanted to learn from growing and I wanted to buy and give and have and eat and live.
From then on they were present in my life almost without interruption.
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 Huachuma the way to heaven

 I was born by circumstances that you may later understand in a house where God was almost a bad word. Where Christ was fiction and religion was the opium of the people. My father, having gone through a Catholic school as a child, having been whipped by teachers and priests, having been tried to indoctrinate, generated a strong rejection of religious institutions. His adolescence and youth was steeped in Buddhism, Lanza del Basto’s Pacifism, Zen, Taoism and Shinto animism. At the same time, his mind and his work kept a great fascination for science, the scientific method, matter. His profession was that of a sculptor. Touching, seeing, feeling, molding nature was his daily work. Although he always spoke of animism as his greatest conviction, as a father he imposed laws on me and my older brother. Things had to be tested and proven by the scientific method. Hypotheses and theories could only be true if they were supported, if experience confirmed, if they were part of the collective consciousness and if the most studious and respected scientists confirmed them. As a father he framed us in this way, he took care to keep us away from religious dogmas by imposing another type of dogma. When one spoke of God and spiritual things, he tried to say that there was no God. That one could not prove his existence. He said he was an atheist. When Jehovah's Witnesses came to our house to bring the word, he would come out saying "in this house we are secular communists, so please, I thank you but go somewhere else!".
He was something of a communist, but he called himself a socialist. A secularist for sure.
My mother also shared some of that, she dared to say little or nothing. My dad's logic was irrefutable. And my mother was always right, an extraordinarily intelligent and articulate woman.
All this generated something in me. On my maternal side, my grandmother was Roman Catholic. Of the pope and the Christian church. Her children had attended religious schools.
So I wondered: What is it to pray? does it work? I try it. It doesn't work. Whatever.
But I prayed again, what do I know?

I don't disown my home and my upbringing. I don't resent my father's laws. It was perfect. I loved to be like that and I loved to change. I discovered God and Christ, I discovered Mother Earth and spirit. I am grateful that my home was this neutral or polarized to another side. It was my soul that needed it to take on the divine search and encounter. I needed it to study and prove to myself that magic exists.

I always had a rebellious spirit, I always wanted to be remembered. I always wanted stories of my courage and daring to be told. As a child and teenager I wanted to be told of my follies, of my mistakes. Remembered for bad and for good. Somehow my clan did the same. I was the crazy one, different, the younger brother, the creative one. I had chosen that place and my family also gave it to me. The stability of my older brother, his sense of responsibility and prudence gave me the fertile ground to be the other one.
So when I was a teenager I created a reputation for myself as crazy, daring, rebellious without a cause, unpredictable, creative for the screw-up. This led me to be a pioneer of substance testing. I drank alcohol at 11 or 12, went out to night clubs at 14, smoked marijuana for the first time at 14. I also tried cocaine at 17 and lysergic acid among other things.

Rebelliousness and substances went hand in hand. Also the same rebelliousness made me stay away from the discos and seek out the streets. We teamed up with school friends who heckled at the back of the class. We explored drugs and alcohol together. We walked the endless streets. We vandalized, we ran. We played with gasoline. We would go into dark neighborhoods.

We also bonded over football and its little matches. We had a team that played and played every weekend. At the same time I was competing in the youth team of the local club.
In my beliefs I named myself an atheist. "I am an Atheist" "God does not exist" and I thought that made my father proud.
In this innocent/not so innocent exploration also on its positive side we turned to nature. We philosophized in the middle of the desert for hours watching the stars. We would take acid walking under the moon in the river. We laughed out loud. We listened to classical music inside a hermetically sealed car filled with pot smoke. Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Charly García, Spinetta, Ravel, Beethoven. We shared poetry, cinema and humor. We played guitars. We swam in the river. Hedonism and nihilism mixed with deep reflections touches of spiritual experiences and always present wonder.

I tied my sanity and decency with football and girlfriend.
At the age of 15 I fell in love with Antonella. We were schoolmates. To this day, 17 years later we are still together and have two children. Antonella my grounding cable. Libra, my balance and equilibrium.
After returning from my university failure in Buenos Aires, we became parents. Young, with no job and no trade, Sofia came. We lived in a small house on a farm in Stefenelli. A year later we moved to another little house, close to where our parents lived.

One day Anto and Sofi, who was 1 year old at the time, went on vacation with my in-laws to Brazil. I think it was two weeks. I didn't want to go, my pride was hurt because I couldn't pay for the trip and I was an adult invited to live an experience I didn't deserve. I had a closed grace and I could not accept the failure of not having a job and not wanting to be a slave.
In that synchronicity coincided that a couple of shamans were coming to town to offer a Huachuma ceremony. The San Pedro cactus. I had heard of ceremonies and master plants, at one time or another I'd trod through Hoffman's and McKenna's books. My acid trips had made me touch strange dimensions of which I saw a potential of self to "realize" things. To ask questions from which there is no return. Plus two of my friends had already been in Huachuma ceremony with the same shamans.

But the real reason I went to that ceremony was that all five of my friends in my group were going to be there. We were all going. That gave me a security and a sense of power. Another drug with the lads! Another night. And I thought it was naughty and naughty to do it while my family was away. For one night I could abandon decency and the role of father. To return to adolescence and meet with the boys.

I remember the nerves when we went. We knew we were doing something illegal. We met at a traffic circle on Route 22 and there we would find the traveling shamans. When I saw them arrive, the image and first impression of them confirmed the staging of my rebelliousness to the ceremony. Ramon and Aldana, the givers of this medicine, were a young couple. Perhaps a little older than me in age. Or maybe even older but well preserved and youthful. They had some of a shine, unexplicable bright.
I remember them hugging everyone as they greeted each other. Deep, heartfelt hugs. When it was my turn I offered resistance and gave no more than a cold, boundary hug. "You are not like me and I don't even know you, don't even try it with me con man priest!" It was my rebelliousness, my atheism, the traumas of the priests who beat my dad, speaking.
That marked my experience. I had no respect for them. Who were they? Just kids like me who were looking for substances.
The ceremony was interesting. There wasn't much difference in the setting between what happened that night and what happens today, ten years later.

People came, I counted thirty-something souls, did we do a speech circle? I do not remember. Ramón spoke, truthful, in peace, absolute coherence. I listened to him intrigued, he was a different being, he was the leader of that herd and he had the merits. He said things that I don't remember but that were surely in line with medicine. My layers of pride kept no memory of what he said. But I was still struck by those things, his temperance, his voice, his youth, his symbiotic alchemical union with his partner Aldana. The synergy.
It left me itching, I had to rebel, I had to call attention to myself and disrespect, I had to be unpredictable and insightful.  I think my friends felt empowered to do the same, the five of us were very united in those subversions.

I was more or less well behaved until I took the medicine. I played guitar loudly. It bothered me how much they were out of tune, I always had an ear for inharmonicity. It bothered me how rudimentary the songs were. The noise. Still Aldana riding on the Djembe made my rib cage resonate with the beats. And they didn't stop all night long. More than eight hours, no matter what was going on. Bum Bum Bum Bum. For me and my "refined musical taste", the songs sucked, but the drum in my chest, moving the water and life out of every cell. That resonance was a big part of the experience.
At one point we left the circle to smoke doobies and shit ourselves laughing. That's how we did it.

I had no visions other than those of tiny little devils bursting out of me and making me bitch and curse. I recognized that they were not mine and that they just wanted to play. A kind of momentary Tourette's syndrome. I had fun doing it and giving them room. Maybe by not fighting it or repressing it I was able to give them an outlet and peace. It has not happened to me again.
Also I had some curious thoughts I didn’t expected. At dawn I saw the flowers and the sky and the clouds and I thought: “these don’t belong to me”. And as weird as it sounds, I felt really light and something clicked.  “Was I thinking those things belonged to me? I don’t know”. And this “I don’t know” was relieving and clearing. Like I needed it. I needed to not know and let new pathways to create in my mind, out of curiosity and wonder. That clearance stayed with me for months, I would say, if not for ever.

I know we bastardized the ceremony a bit. I know we tried to rebel in various ways, leaving the circle, playing a few passes with the ball. Shouting things out of the dark of night. Wandering around. Today I understand that it is not easy to gather people in a medicine circle. And that it's not good to have those at the back of the class (the teacher is not the shaman but the medicine).

Beyond a rather exacerbated marijuana madness by Huachuma, a lot of laughter and fooling around, that night I felt almost nothing. I didn't feel the spirit of the plant, I didn't know what I had gone there for. Yes, I was really high that night. And the next day I felt peace.

And I do know that it took me many years to understand what Ramón and Aldana were doing. And that behind the off-key recital there was a transcendental intention. That it was bigger than them and their successes and mistakes. A purpose that went through them and chose them for a necessary work.

After that, certain tastes of mine changed, certain preferences, and habits. With processes full of trial and error. Comings and goings. Huachuma, its taste, its sensation had entered me. And this is also difficult to explain. There is "other way". I think Huachumita opened it.

I think I did not understand it but I understood it. I think that paradox can be put together. I did not understand it. But time was glueing me the parts. I was re-membering. Small micro-decisions were falling from the shock wave of that day and time where Huachuma and ceremony moved my blood, and my psyche.

That plant somehow allied with my spirit. That ceremony still beats in my chest. And like a magnet polarized towards the metal I was getting involved in "yes for me". Much more in “yes for me", for my body and soul. Much less "not for me". For my life, my body, my family. I changed my diet, studied many books about master plants and weeds, practices. I meditated, I ran. Little by little I washed away vices and healed brokenness. I think Huachuma gave me a sense of a path that was hidden from me because I didn’t know who I was. Or I knew too much who I was so I had to defend it. So that rigidness of being was misaligning me with truth and the way to create a meaningful life.

What did Huachuma do and what did I do? Who knows, maybe it was always a negotiation. A letting me do and doing myself. A constant recognition of oneself. Having touched the sky with my hands and coming down to earth to find new ways to do it again. Different ways. Knowing that there is another way. One that reconciles paradoxes.

I do remember that the experience of that first Huachuma I understood not to understand. I conceived that structures and reasons, logics and patterns had been undone. Perhaps for that night I had just lost the sense of the ground and the sky, of good and evil, of soft and hard.

I often say that I “floated” in absurd concepts that have no meaning except in human survival, often outdated even biologically. Concepts of God, entheogen, spirit, path, began to be felt. Beyond logic and explanation, I began to feel them. And if I feel it, it is real. And when I feel it, I begin to see it manifest in life.

It took me 9 years to appreciate and recognize the value of what Ramon and Aldana were doing. It took me 9 years to forgive their lack of musical ear. It took me 9 years to forgive myself for my arrogance and stubbornness, for my lack of respect. I understand that I was still a child, I understand that I still had a lot to understand. Today I breathe and I am grateful. We met several more times with the coolest and most modern shamanic duo in America. Today we embrace and love each other. Today I consider them my father and mother of that path. They inspire me with the courage and rebellion that they also had when they sent themselves to harvest and serve Wachuma without lineage or tradition, against the law of the State. I do not know nor can I imagine other courage and acts of bravery they had. Traveling the country and the continent collecting medicine, words, songs, experiences. Bringing that to this inhospitable corner.

Last Saturday I was, for the second time, in a Huachuma ceremony with them. Today they tune in a heavenly way. Today the tribe they formed is big, we recognize each other as accomplices in the street. Because we are creating a fabric of harmonious relationships uniting heaven and earth with art and labor. We are co-creating an epic mystical circular and decentralized culture. A historical journey that may not remain in any history book but that will permeate the foundations of the hierarchical pyramids of power and eat the dead as a fungus eats the fallen trunks and branches in the forest. May the incarnated divinity remain, the fruits of the seeds and flowers, as they say. The labors and the works for the coming generations that will be born knowing of “the other path” in their genetic information.
Today the resonance of their songs travels in alignment with the laws of physics. In phase with spiritual planes and with the resonance of air and time. Their songs were embellished, poetry was channeled from the sky and plants. The oral tradition they create and co-create begins to emerge in popular culture. Don't believe me, but I know. You won't understand until you live it. I wish you all the Huachuma experience with Rama and Aldi.  And I'm proud to have been there ten years ago and to still be there. I am proud to be called a friend and to be called "Hermago" by the people who shared the fire with me.


It's Game theory right there and I'm part spirit and part animal.
So the same as I am a kind loving compassionate one I also need to compete and strive.
I live within contradictions.


I often worried about people around me not buying Bitcoin and aswell I was worried about them buying Bitcoin and outperforming my buys.
I don't have much money or wealth. I'm by far the poorest guy in my family constellation, both my in-laws and my family are all working middle class folk.
My shadow aspect doesn't want them to get too rich for me because I will never be able to catch up. My lighter aspect want all people to buy and have Bitcoin.
Still there is some competitiveness in me.
I want to be king. I want them all to be kings and queens. Yin yang.

So I think...
No one bought any Bitcoin whatsoever.
No one would dare to risk anything on that which they don't understand and coming from the lowest denominator in terms of wealth in the family. They don't listen to me because it would challenge their statu quo.

Then I went silent and said nothing for years. Stayed humble and stacked sats.
And I start to think now that no one in my family will have spare amounts to catch my initial investment and outperform me. Nor they would dare to do so. Nor they are willing to study and understand. Nor they are willing to trust me.

Perhaps Bitcoin is resonantly reaching those weird ones that have a power to cure the crooked world and bring equilibrium. Perhaps we were chosen to create a culture anew, while people live borrowed lives, have loans and think not their own thoughts.
And I'm just accepting all that.
Yin Yang


What a fantastic timing for us to launch our brand new book on Bitcoin, Arrow of Truth, in the original Norwegian version (Eng. version coming up next) 🔥

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Have a peek at it by following the link 👇  to our website, it's packed with beautiful illustrations by my mate, Mattis Storhaug, the guy with the best beard in Bitcoin 😁

What do you think?

https://undoqo.com/pages/arrow-of-truth

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Nice one


Warrior poet, haha. Gracias Negro!


I bought all the tops and sold/gave away in all the dips.
And I'm alive and never rektd.
Bitcoin cures.


This painting is inspired in a Huachuma ceremony we had last summer. We were lots of folk there sharing songs and fire.
Huachuma unites and opens hearts. It's a beautiful experience.
And I remember seeing the music flying through the sky as I tried to paint it there. It was as if music was carrying order and prayers embedded in the lyrics of the medicine songs.
I saw music as trascendental order and the night was so warm and calm that you could feel it elevating through the space. The drums were so loud they moved your chest and all the water in our bodies. The guitars and voices were in some otherworldly tune with such carrying power and clearness that I knew we could reach distant lands with beauty.

It was imprinted in me very visually and it was predominantly  greenish in colour. As the plant is.
And I usually give thanks to the visions received and promise to make art out of them under all my limitations and incapabilities, but intending to turn those seeds into flowers into fruits into seeds again and again. To share and service.

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Milei should hiperbitcoinise right now before the train passes


Allright, nostr:nprofile1qqsz8dkqec78zt8qhnh5atu3wfwvg2t8llxs2022an6azd7rplwwddgpzpmhxue69uhkummnw3ezumt0d5hsdfsysg wrote a letter and added a bloody thumbprint (and I literally mean bloody😆)
What a classy way to show our post that thay are now dealing with annoyed woodoo priest who sends two pieces of wood across the world.

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Nothing that cannot be solved with a couple of silence and slaps in public officials' faces.

No but seriously, ask lovingly and adress to the human being behind the costume of NPC robot state clerk. Speak to their hearts with truth.


I told the clerk it was spoons and he wrote "wood"
Is it a gift? Or commerce of some sort? "A gift"
I think I even told him how much is it worth.

(Checked my emails and didn't find anything)

Do you need me to write them ?


Oh my goodness, but the content was indeed declared and stated that was a gift.

What a bummer..

Tell me what can I do.
I will check my emails??


Still in progress
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#art
#painting
#artstr
#paint


https://video.nostr.build/5c891ad697fd41063b4162b659313bfe202020cc29df441ef4bb4c7f533cbfdd.mp4
#paint
#Paintstr
#art
#artstr
#painting


You tell people:
-Dream big
-Buy Bitcoin as much as you can.
-Just wait enough time

They will find a trillion excuses and crooked thoughts to avoid doing those three simple things.
(And above all , avoid trying to understand)

And whenever they see an ATH they tell you they should've listened to you.

When you say: "It's never too late, just buy now"

They go deaf and stare to the infinite void like a doped sheep, and change subject of conversation


Las ganas de decir "te dije" intensifies


And 25 dollars is less and even less sats each day
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It all can go wrong.
And it's okay.
Defeat is the great teacher.
Learn to stand again and again.
Resilience. Anti fragile


“I can sell you 20 million dollar painting but I can’t tell you why a piece of code is money. That’s an interesting paradox.”

- The former CEO of Sotheby's, Tim Smith.

Stop whatever you’re doing right now and spend two minutes of your life listening to what he has to say about #Bitcoin and why it’s going to reach $10 million per coin. https://video.nostr.build/f62e33c57cf019e047bddc6ce10ba2af583ef97cfac4c6fab2a78955727bbeef.mp4


You may have heard the advice to set your goals high and ambitious. This may seem counterintuitive for people who just started a new project and see more risk in goals being too bold rather than too humble.

This post is a spontaneous reaction to a sensation I had this morning. The sensation that we are at the beginning of the next wave of massive successes for Bitcoin. The successes will come from increased purchasing power, the adoption by more and more groups of our society, the goodwill it will enjoy, and even some life-saving stories.

With it, we will hear about the celebration of adopters and the frustration of critiques being wrong again. We will read about cases of new wealth well-spent, successful Bitcoiners who lost their minds, and those who were robbed.

However, what occurred to me was none of the above. I thought about how goals provide guidance and orientation in life. With the next success wave (call it bull run, if you will), we will also see goals met or pulverized. And with each goal met, we lose a guiding star. Just think of it. Let the purchasing power of Bitcoin go to one million US dollars (of the kind 2024). I bet there will be aspects of and behavior in many Bitcoiner's lives that will no longer make sense.

Achieving goals comes with fanfare and feels excellent. Losing goals is silent and may be noticed only months later, and without goals, we may start to meander and float.

Please do yourself a favor, plan for success, and set your goals accordingly. Small goals may be good and helpful tactics, but they will not survive. Figure out what will keep you motivated and aligned with reality at the height of the next bull run. Find your eternal goals that follow your successes.


Vas a ir despertando juicios sombras celos envidias todos estos años. Hasta que de repente seas el rey. Y van a venir los mismos, pero no interesados en Bitcoin sino en adularte y que los dirijas. Así son. Porque Bitcoin es ser responsable y soberano
Y vos no te convertiste en rey por cryptomillonario sino por soberano responsable y por tu preferencia temporal.
Preparate


This one is apple wood bowl and walnut stem.
It can be done by opening in half the stem and gouging a channel both sides and then glueing with cianoacrilate.
This one is the case.

Or it can be done by choosing a very nice little branch and boring a hole through the center with a really hot and hard wire.


A little bend in the stem makes it a bit more ergonomic
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I've read this on a Seneca book


A little bit of oil and they get sexier
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Vellkommen to my man-cave. Today I am creating some pipes. https://video.nostr.build/8768ccdd35442342c4a95902e5747e00f3180a58b56a296928d7ae5fdcd6979d.mp4


#matestr
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This is my little man-cave.
It's been a not so productive day but we still have hours to go. It's a bit messy now (Messi). And the good thing in a little space like this is that it can get to order really quick. Feng Shui y'know.
It's always finding new ways to order tools and things. It's a neverending process until things come and go smoothly from their storage place. It's always needing correction to the places where tools are hanged. Because I like them to be respected and soft landed, and flowing.
If I find a tool always out of place and order I start to think "what is it that this tool can't get back to its place?" Usually the answer lies in friction of some sort. It touches another tool in the way, it requires two movements to return instead of a single one. Or it just doesn't belong there because in my mind configuration it has to be nearer another part of my bodily avatar. I know I have a lot to think and rethink this, but this is the most flow I could get in years... Is it age? Wisdom? Luck? Ancestral spirits whispering my ears?

https://video.nostr.build/63906931d49151b0ec229dcbc3ae0fd8954c0cf58389854fc1d6d654bf6eb888.mp4


Anything worth doing
is worth doing poorly
until it can be done well.

Anything worth doing
is worth doing poorly
until it can be done well.

Anything worth doing
is worth doing poorly
until it can be done well.

Anything worth doing
is worth doing poorly
until it can be done well.

Anything worth doing
is worth doing poorly
until it can be done well.


I'm doing some cat dog yin yang wood inlays https://image.nostr.build/25e16e25d95592473ddbe7474bbd529f829a790af38bf02660b9becb62edd01f.jpg


It happens all the time


My life changed when I realized that #Bitcoin is a base layer for all assets…………

Investing in equities, gold, silver and real estate is missing the point that these are assets at a  different layer and are inferior to #Bitcoin……..

Think Argentina Peso……

Think selling Argentinian real estate,  or Argentinian equities into peso……..

Think not being able to leave Argentina  with gold or silver………


https://plebeian.market/p/d0524a5a5694548725d15fc0412bbc04a9596dbcda39ef2b02a834693e53fa56/stall/486465028cb20db4879bea42d5db7f7da2672b6e6f378d76982eab98e00fd337

And If you want to receive spoons at home you know where to buy them
It's Nostr only


Cheers https://image.nostr.build/7d8b17af912748a42b94410a4476ceb4e1187121789675d7c1b5282bb87f672e.jpg


Playadito is one of the cheapest and most common ones. There are premium, organic, smoked you name it.
And don't worry about filling it up because it's not normally the case with large mates like that one.  Just keep enough in it to cover the low part of the straw and about 1/3rd of the mate and not make a soup out of it. The yerba will gain size as you pour water.

Be aware of a common story shared among old folks here: no one likes mate at first. But gradually and then suddenly:
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You will find yourself walking the streets like this.


People often also mix in a pinch of ground coffee. Also people use  sugar every two or three sips (I find it horrible)
Or mix a pinch of dried coconut.
Or lavender.
Yesterday I got green tea and dried moringa leaves to add to it.


An a wide range of diarrheas


It's just that there is an inflation of  mates here. Everyone has at least three of them and when you grow older you acquire more because it's one of the common gifts adults receive. Sometimes even you have to discard some or convert them into small plants pottery because you get your shelves crowded. I didn't even knew I had so many until I took the picture. I would throw away all the ones I don't use.

Mate is a great alternative to receive caffeine. Coffee can have some acidic downside and give you more jitters (in my experience). So alternating coffee and mate is a great healthy chance.

Then consider getting more herbs of your taste to add to the mix or even to the inside of the kettle.
Like I told you, you can have caffeine and digestive herbs at the same time , ginger, gingko biloba for brains, chamomile. Mushrooms!! I used a lot of magic mushrooms microdose inside the hot water, or reishi mushrooms. Very practical and purposeful.
Coca leaves also, great choice for everything in life.
People often here uses Huachuma and call it Huachumate and its San Pedro cacti brew (mescaline) inside the water.
It's up to your own personal taste and imagination.


This is my collection right now. All wooden except for one calabash in the upper shelf and below there are glass, plastic and ceramic ones. But I never use the ones below. I stick to woody ones.
Yours is very beautiful I would use indeed. And the straw looks really good aswell. Have a really nice experience!
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Heeey what a nice fancy and beautiful mate that is!!


I think it is this one I got.
It's a bit clumsy like just copied from the webpage but I translated it edited it and printed it.
Would recommend


Sorry for the rant haha!


Thank you.
I think in the end is the pursuit of truth and sometimes it manifests ambiguously, Yin Yang. There is both sides and we don't really know from our perspective, it is so narrow and little. Recognising this without judging and condemning ourselves is a good favour of freedom we can do to our beings and to others. Because it gives us freedom of movement.
Trap ourselves in the good side of the story makes us fight a war constantly and exhaust our efforts. And the result is growing a larger shadow and finally becoming it. Snap to the other side in an outburst.

It is quite difficult to explain, I know this because it happened to me, I've seen it in action. And the thing is when you pay sincere attention, you start to see the manifestations of it in your life. So it begins to be clearer what you need to work on and nurture to create differently. You give to your dark side a place to exist in some order of time, space and action. For example you can become a monster at some sport or in a theatre, pursue your ambitions merciless, fuck banks stack sats, study how to impress and improve and attain power.
 The twofold effect is you get to know your shadow better and you avoid being tricked and manipulated by pricks and evildoers. You know how to identify when people is casting their shadow upon you. When they have double and triple intentions. You see more clearly because it resonates with the parts of you that are there alive at the same frequency.
By killing or damping your own darkness you don't cure the wicked in others. It only makes you vulnerable.
Paraphrasing McKenna, we just don't know what we don't know and life is stranger than we can suppose. So staying humble and openminded is better


Thanks,
I am using the future authoring program now. I think it was designed by Jordan Peterson.
It can make you sweat with unconfort and clarify where you are wasting your life. And think about what you can do from your own starting point
(I found a free pdf with the exercises)


And realising this ( it happened this year for me) led me to be more honest. I don't really go through the world thinking people is evil and I am so virtuous.
By being sincere about my evilness and sense of despair I can observe my life properly and not judge. Ideas come clear, not fought over or denied.
And I get a much more clear path and direction in my life.
Otherwise I was just mental, dislocated, bent to the good side of me proving the world my goodness at all costs.
And I fell so much in debt by my words and promises and ideas. And I became like a politician of some sort parasiting and being parasited. Promising my goodness and judging evil doers.
And behind all that was my desire to manipulate, to own, to attain power, recognition, to punish, to tie, to make suffer.
It's now clear to me.
How do I know I'm not the villain of the story?

It also led me to be less ignorant and innocent around people.
I tended to gift my time, my words, my companionship, my stuff, to anyone.
I was so naive thinking we are all good because I am so so good that I can only relate through goodness.
I fell into those traps. People manipulated me, used me, and parasited me. It was the mirror in action.

Today I am more aware of the evil side of people. It's not the only thing there is, there is also good. I am careful with where and with whom I open myself sincerely.
I am much more reserved with my time and company. I don't speak openly about my ideas or plans. Neither of my feelings.
 Cookoon mode. Life is crowded with fools. I'm one of them, so I will try to help myself

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I'm far from being all good.
I have my evil, my demons, my selfish purposes.
It's in the right moment when chance and crossroads meet, through action and decisions I get to let manifest the good in me, to the world. It's like a conscious act, each day presents its own moral, ethic and responsibility problems.
Some days I do better than others.


And instead?
Bring a purposeful goal to the table. Imagine a better future. Eliminate doubt, judgement and distraction. Go for it, no mercy, relentless.


Oh, I for one want to hang around with strangers for the standard amount of time 5.5 days a week, leave my family behind so that the state can educate them while my partner and I climb some imaginary ladder to impress the same people who are just trying to consume enough coffee and alcohol to be productive and forget.


Perhaps you would like to zap my lunch lnbc50u1pnj26ufpp5dxjqrdrr85z7l2jruv7lzt7e3fsztcxm685f37ppgwfy0v8wl6fshp5dwqd0vlaa96dp6kq0sccfrq0kqmeuj4nv9lanldzpwmcepn4sr5scqzzsxqyz5vqsp5tdvx2j3rwxt7kpq7vzvwnv4u4mclud9ve0gndcsth6suwavz8l8s9qxpqysgq95hkvtrcpacxznrjdpnud0v692cw8t3xskdcejmgmppk5dhtzm0y4nk57pyescr59t8p46wdp3u4372g8thz8uqraavnn77mkkepu3spstud3x


I had a vision in my last ayahuasca journey.
I asked for my dreams and desires. I pledged to God, great spitit to help me attain my goals and to grant my wishes.
It was very obvious that the answer to this was a white, golden and blue spiral that appeared in my vision field.
It was in my DNA and also how souls ascend. I understood completely in my flesh and bones.
Improve,  it said.
When I came back from it I saw William Blake's Jacob's ladder painting. And it was as clear as I saw it. But the difference with mine was subtle yet, important.
My vision wasn't that of a ladder, was a sort of slide. Shiny and polished. It meant it's quite difficult to climb, and easy to fall.
And I was indeed falling.
 https://image.nostr.build/d1d1d638ca38d53a0df7390b3bdb4990bebd8e803cf29f9b27f10247c7f4d91c.jpg

https://image.nostr.build/1d3054bc4148f0527dc1e61199434b378864a4e8ff7ecf1110a67328837664ba.jpg

https://image.nostr.build/aa6743347d781d8e8ef6720603a3f2d3a93be2d456a5bba826665c10a564d57d.jpg


We have an adagio here: "No aclares que oscurece"

Something like:
"Don't clarify, because it darkens"


#nostr #labitconf #BuenosAires

https://nostrcheck.me/media/20d29810d6a5f92b045ade02ebbadc9036d741cc686b00415c42b4236fe4ad2f/d27983489ae50797f190386bc0dd32050c7627796d75ca2f0771c3b77682b863.webp


🔥IT’S OFFICIAL🔥

🇦🇷 The Central Bank of Argentina has become the first financial institution to organize a live #Bitcoin mining exhibition 😎🔥
https://m.primal.net/LpJz.jpg


#presentación Hola es mi primera publicación en Nostr un gusto.

#introductions


People often ask me "is it worth investing my time in nostr?"

IDK IS IT WORTH BREAKING YOUR FUCKING CHAINS AND FIGHTING FOR A BETTER INTERNET AND AGAINST THE SURVEILLANCE AND PROPAGANDA MACHINE FOR THE SAKE OUR KIDS AND ALL GENERATIONS TO COME?


https://wavlake.com/track/195b5a4f-a3b8-48ad-820c-f50a55858bad

A little music and Terrence McKenna.
A bit crappy but I am crappy aswell, so I will just have fun. You are crappy too
You cannot imagine how I recorded this, juggling camera, computer, cellphone.


I recorded this one today.
https://wavlake.com/track/67f67fe5-a345-423d-b009-f4a48a90fdd1

A couple of weeks ago I moved my piano.
It was in my mother's house , I moved it there because I created an event last year.
Now it returned to my home.
Now pieces will be a bit more noisy and loudy.

#music
#piano
#wavlake


que buen pasto !


I like the look of some of my paintings as a grid.
Like a condensed mandala
https://m.primal.net/LmyB.jpg


Luckily when I wrote my book about them, in March this year, I had all those paintings to feature and illustrate each chapter.
If I knew they were going to end inside my book I would have painted them differently but anyway they are just perfect because I know I can trace my own process through them.

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I always painted and last couple of years I was inspired by the unspeakable of psychedelic experiences.

https://m.primal.net/LmXl.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmXo.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmXp.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmXr.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmXs.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmYB.jpg  https://m.primal.net/LmXu.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmXw.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmXx.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmXz.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmYE.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmYG.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmYJ.jpg https://m.primal.net/LmYL.jpg

#proofofwork
#painting
#psychedelic
#mushrooms
#ayahuasca
#lsd
#peyote
#sanpedro


https://m.primal.net/KbUV.jpg
https://m.primal.net/KbUz.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LmXX.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LmXU.jpg
https://m.primal.net/KbUR.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LmXa.jpg
https://m.primal.net/KbUc.jpg
https://m.primal.net/KbUu.jpg
 https://m.primal.net/KbVf.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LmXc.jpg
 https://m.primal.net/LmXf.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LmXg.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LmXi.jpg

#Proofofwork
#Woodwork


Enrique Iglesias after being born in the depths of Argentina and being struck by harsh desert winters under the Argie Peso currency regime cycles and coping life with woodwork mushrooms and Ayahuasca.
Enrique Iglesias with that.


And this is me. I'm not disguised as a homeless for Halloween.
I'm building a couple of soprano ukeleles

https://image.nostr.build/f6164583ff7cf85eede4e12dbd4653c81e9041a3135f571b216cfa548c96c735.jpg

https://image.nostr.build/9eb55e2e999a27cbe08da675d21b31a7febc631b209016d4b1844d83ddf4b4df.jpg


We received this gift from my in-laws. I'm so happy.
Listening to vinyl records is something else. I won't be able to explain but it feels like presence, depth, ritual, piece of art, complete experience.
Nothing digital can give you the sense it creates.
And I've encountered some lost jewels of music around in a couple of attics.

https://video.nostr.build/c36ad92b517e013e2a342f042dc35de04cca7fd86ef316fcfacbfc8d4d9229fe.mp4


I've been planning some wood
For a couple of boxes I want to create.
I've come to terms with handplanes and wood. They give you a finish you can't get with sandpaper or machines

https://video.nostr.build/ec42bcf9c4a4dc558f13428206bd35236b6d6f999b8f4a04e042221071884b63.mp4


Imagine if you win the next one. It's a business model!


#zapraiser
#zapathon
#zap
#crowdfunding
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It's me, it was me!🤩
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If you zap me enough I can do another giveaway.
We just have to zapraise 25 dollars.


It's already over. But I zapped you anyway. Thanks!


Well, I sent the spoons to the winner of the giveaway just yesterday.
It's over and I used almost every sat I got through Nostr.

Now it's time for accumulation again.

Hey. Zap me would you?

But anyway it was super fun and meaningful. Now I know. I can go back and forth through Bitcoin and Fiat.


Avoid metal. I often sense the metallic taste. Or something happens. Or the sensation of it...
Mate is a great way to get a healthy caffeine and you can add your own herbs. I often use gingko biloba, lemon, mint. Anything


Focus on the straw and use any ceramic cup you can find.
People use all kind of crap to drink mate here. I like wood, ceramic, calabash (it's literally a hard pumpkin).
But I've seen rubber, plastic, aluminium, and what not. Horrible .


which one of you is this
https://image.nostr.build/816fcafd27107954152cd923e34ad85e735f590b5d7a1c074e2c7f24129b1e8f.png


HELP WANTED!
PAID IN BITCOIN!

We are looking for someone with Adobe Illustrator & Photoshop knowledge to help with new #bitcoin sticker translations and old sticker updates!

You'll mostly be taking an existing template, making a new version in a new language, and exporting the file. You should know how to use Adobe Illustrator & Adobe Photoshop.

Flat payment in #bitcoin for every sticker file updated!

Please DM if you are interested, or share this note so we can find the right person!


Se me erizaron los pelos varias veces.


https://www.youtube.com/live/hDk9x4eV7lY?si=n9317zx5iHlRDmuO

This a homage to the great Charly Garcia.
An Icon beyond any words.
Something like Mozart and Maradona combined.
Just
....know him


And I don't pretend to explain what Bitcoin is because that is up to what do you make of it.
The best explaination of it must get your feet inside of Bitcoin and make you imagine what you could be with it, how could you use it, how would it change you.


"La poesía es la unica verdad"
Gustavo Cerati
Poetry is the only truth
Thanks!


We cannot fathom Bitcoin.
Its meaning is unatainable.
Because it can be many things, we get the definition that suits a moment, and it grows with consciousness and its use.
Try to grasp it and it's not that.
The Bitcoin that can be named is not the real Bitcoin.
Nah, it's just money.
The rest of it is not money.
It's a way of living.
Seeds of light.
Flowers becoming fruits.
The truth inside the accounting ledger book.
A language to tell truth.
Frictionless energy/information flow.
And many many many many other things it is.
Bitcoin cannot be defined as a noun because it is a constant mutating verb.
So it's more alike to an entheogenic verb.
A psychedelic entitie.
The egregoric moral standard of growth made code for us to speak it.
And many many many other moving things.


*entity


Something I forgot to say , in the comment, so I can have presence in the "conversation" tab. Funny


In the need for zap dopamines so I make a thoughtful thread.

And here I say some philosophy stuff. Relate it to Bitcoin. And Bitcoin is great I say.

And here I encourage you to comment something so we can engage with eachother and zaps could fly around.

And here a bit of ba dum tsss joke and below I post a meme.

https://image.nostr.build/372b42e813303e11ce2a0120dcd18a8a14ef1f3f4844328415cb60eee76cf920.jpg

And Hastags
#hashtag
#hashtag
#hashtag


That makes me think in Darwinian terms and if you overdoit you probably shouldn't be doing mushrooms and you are lucky to be alive (or dead)

But to over do it you have to put some effort chewing.
Just get a little electronic scale and you will be fine.


People in the Northern Hemisphere.
I tell you, this autumn and mushroom season collect amanita muscaria and dry it very well. Then consume it in microdoses (from 0,5g to 2g). It will help a lot through the winter. Motivation, drive, focus, joy, calmness, goodsleep and energy.
Consume very early in the morning or just before you sleep because energy effects may take several hours to arrive.
That's lost ancient knowledge.


I WON SPOONS!
I never win anything and now I've got handcarved spoons from across the world😍 GM🥰

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Congratulations to all participating (and not) here..
We all won.
Only possible on Nostr.
And it feels so good.

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https://www.sorteiogo.com/es/r/PKx55y
And the winner is @Bäretta (not sure if I'm tagging or not here)
https://m.primal.net/Labg.jpg

https://m.primal.net/Labj.jpg


#proofofwork
Thia charango had a crooked and defective top made of plywood.
And instead of repairing it I decided to make a new one with Patagonic Alerce. A very beautiful and delicate tone wood that it only exists here in the south and it's a relatively new discovery as a tonewood in the history of musical instruments.
It's very soft and delicate but it vibrates like nothing.

https://image.nostr.build/ecf43b143274f860c7fdf03223af6dedf5c086f109b15cfdf1fa72120dc5c760.jpg
https://image.nostr.build/5c1af8e073a9253a94d721d03d275011785e80875f2599d00e11f561419bbf10.jpg


Today is the great day!
In 4 hours I will be picking the winner !
Keep it rolling until then if you feel like.

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Before being an instrument, the guitar was a tree, in which the birds sang. The wood knew about music before it was an instrument
#music

https://m.primal.net/LZpt.jpg


instrumentals, yes.
Words, lyrics, activate my brain and can't read.


did it again


Did you hear about my #giveaway yet?
We are still on time !
https://m.primal.net/LZFs.mp4
#Art
#Artstr
#nostr
#honeybadger
#spoon
#Wood
#btc
#memes


And what did I say?


Did you hear about my #giveaway yet?
We are still on time !
#Art
#Artstr
#nostr
#honeybadger
#spoon
#Wood
#btc
#memeshttps://m.primal.net/LZFs.mp4


I saw a video about a woman who , during pandemics, managed to travel without permit or restriction or quarentine nor face mask. because while filming she stated in legal jargon that , for example, for every 20 minutes she was held against her will she had to be compensated X ammount of money. And the video was a verbal recorded contract they were getting into.
And obviously asking for full names of the police men helps a lot, since you can held them accountable for anything happening to you. And you can get them to trial as individuals (not the company they "represent"). So they get a lot more thoughtful.
There are a lot of ways to be defensive against abuse.
Her name was Dolores ,something, she was Irish..._
Dolores Cahil. I found the video just wait and I will upload it.


Seriously I've been microdosing those this year. And I'm waiting for next autumn to get more (southern hemisphere here).
And they are the best thing for winter. When sun is gone and you feel the dark winter upon you. Take a microdose of that and it will help you shine again and be bigger than any problem. Motivation, drive , strength and energy. Clarity, good sleep, dreams, focus.
Just dry them very well and eat up to 2 grams. From 0,5g to 1g is optimal.
Very early in the morning or just before you get asleep.

There is a book by Baba Masha about it.
But for real, I discovered amanita muscaria this year and it is a true nature gift for us and winter.


Thanks a lot. I was about to delete it. And say Nostr don't work.
But
https://image.nostr.build/b006b00153364906c59fc5a78fa2a3689aa92ab0e2861e3f7282a3d126cefdb3.jpg


This feels so good.
And it is only possible here in Nostr.
It feels so right

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Let me see a new tag and I zap you c'mon!


JJa


Tamo ahí nomás


Sí, en el alto valle del Río Negro, General Roca


Ñandú*


Un Ñamdú para vos


Aaah mirá ahora recien lo veo.


Further elaborate further


Sisi


Thanks.
I'm willing to ship anywhere in the world.


Too much corn in that stash


There is one. Not quite well acomplished but I will keep doing more and see if I can catch the honey badger spirit. I don't care
https://m.primal.net/LXYY.mp4


Why cannot zap ? https://image.nostr.build/be6b822bcfcb684e68c46471a1b59dbeb82f654b1761f0abace72a4bf6d10eeb.jpg


I did another one yesterday. Still need some eyes and finishes https://image.nostr.build/c2044031ef91205ce765622bf5136ad55f3db18b4cdc2b5b34ee1767b6b814f2.jpg


 So apparently we are all winning now.

(I will zap the 300 sats to the giveaway entry when you tag someone at the comments, not every comment(although I will zap some some))
Win win
Win win
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Haa yes I would like to grow and expand. Have spoons all over the world

We always change so better be for improvement


Dont forget to tag someone!🙏


Bigger like bigger spoons?
Or bigger like grow and be better at your life and craft?


Yes!
I always evaluate if I can perform a good job before taking the commission but yes!
Throw me a challenge!


I have a three year old and he sees me carving all day. When he wants to, he can take the knife and try, but I stop everything I'm doing, sit him with me and teach him proper use. It happens really often with most activities.
Haha kids!


Get a good knife and marry it for life. I do 95% of the stuff with a sharp knife I made a decade ago with an old file.
It's marriage


As for now you are winning 😂


None of you is winning

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this guy is Argie. very wise


low quality bait


This is a giveaway:
I will gift two of my carved spoons. You will get to choose!
To anywhere in the world, shipping cost free.

How to participate:
+Boost
+Follow
+Comment and tag a friend
(I will zap 300 sats to each comment until I run out of funds)

Winner will be randomly picked from the comments and announced this friday 18th

https://m.primal.net/LWsh.mp4

Anyway for my spoons on sale you can visit my Plebeian Market stall here:
https://plebeian.market/p/d0524a5a5694548725d15fc0412bbc04a9596dbcda39ef2b02a834693e53fa56/stall/486465028cb20db4879bea42d5db7f7da2672b6e6f378d76982eab98e00fd337


do it now you coward


This is the official #Bitaxe 601 Gamma giveaway!

How to enter:
•Like this post
•Share this post.
•Follow us on NOSTR.

What you’ll receive:
•1- Bitaxe 601 Gamma.
•1- 5V, 6A power supply.
•1-Solo Satoshi Bitaxe stand.
•1- Bitaxe “Anarchy” t-shirt.
•1- Limited Edition PEZ dispenser.

This package will be shipped anywhere in the world completely free of charge.

•One winner will be randomly picked 72 hours from the time this is posted.

The winner has 24 hours to claim the reward. If the package is not claimed, another person will be randomly picked.

#Bitcoin #SoloSatoshi #BTC
https://m.primal.net/KxAL.jpg
https://m.primal.net/KyfE.jpg
https://m.primal.net/KxAM.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LWjz.jpg
https://m.primal.net/LWkB.jpg


From this crooked piece of old wood to a spoon.
Respecting the wood fibers and their direction. It would make a unique and strong spoon.
Trying to honour the movement of the tree.

https://m.primal.net/LWpb.mp4


There I painted it orange https://video.nostr.build/2d1dd0df2a383f3cf402ad37a01886bbeef6a79f2e0f17ad0da84a4fb6589c8c.mp4


Now this is getting interesting https://video.nostr.build/b1fbe99341c092bbb243e3f94df45bbf0df7ba0b5ca6ec1980596755da779062.mp4


Pitch me a movie about an orc born in mount doom wanting to move and have a peaceful life in the shire


Graciaaah 😄


Should I paint them orange ?

https://image.nostr.build/2e083dc573da622a3490ed8218fb1c1f47421845ebfa78661ab2988a8d8f5ae7.jpg


Closer and closer https://video.nostr.build/3c69d6357e96e73cb0b2f8ddd039632f95a33f23d26b6cbb1ffc090eceb62f34.mp4


We're getting closer

https://video.nostr.build/30a863a5d9eb4a6b3d45564266e9c59cfccd53cd472e11eb97e3c98203d31ff7.mp4


CNC is alien technology here.
Is something woodworkers fap over on Instagram reels.
Too first world...


I'm not a 3D printer but..

Nor a CNC router but...

Nevermind
..


Quino, a historic contemporary cartoonist from #Argentina 🇦🇷✍🏻🌟
https://image.nostr.build/199e7360a09b75d5dba6c968e0b692cd73ec2d9a3033e4ede35508cf522b5d6e.jpg
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https://image.nostr.build/a04e9091f422bc77061860b72b4729728b54c30f95c7a1d2f833d9b8a5f5b292.jpg
#proofofwork


Even if you don't get a Lambo or you don't have a huge stash of Bitcoin, someday it will reveal itself that you built a noble kingdom around you and your family.
Because you got orderly and sofisticated, you embraced it good long term conduct and a gaze no one has on reality.
And that sight over life was lost through the last century.

So keep stacking sats
Be humble
You are doing good


https://image.nostr.build/9889972e89878bc7b73ead7b94f1487d5a66a8b5d3e7fbc309a5b2c9d8cc696f.jpg

#art
#spoon
#wood
#whittling
#carving
#bitcoin
#nostr


There you have , buy her a drink. Tell her it's money laundered from Patagonia spoon merchant. Reach me if you need some more


In a world where trust is scarce, a decentralized network becomes the ultimate truth, your freedom isn’t given, it’s coded.

Keep building 🫡💜


Choose a direction randomly
Walk in straight line
Do not deviate
Post where you end up


Any #artnouveau people there?
I would sell those.

 https://image.nostr.build/9a32776c76ac4e8c9577135635f6e05cfb8e9684e4167bb670d3f48a341bb239.jpg
https://image.nostr.build/52e6b1f022715e3e4d02f7c90167ae5e91c8a74846046749eae3f85fc2e13918.jpg


Be the warrior in a garden


Be the world you want to see in the change


Look inside they said
Know thyself


Be the rainbow sheep of your family


Buy me a spoon


Be open to miracles


https://video.nostr.build/cbf79385261b162cde12afce4883c3587981218c12654fdd4a583c4cf376597a.mp4

#proofofwork


https://video.nostr.build/20a26a50527c885ea4e0ea5d8563da87df52dd0ceb51c8f8ffbc528f593c8ac5.mp4
#proofofwork


They say Mileikowsky is stopping inflation.
They measure peso against the US dollar.
They don't know both shitcoins are plummeting together at the same speed now.

(This haiku for free, next one I'll charge you 1000sats)


GM https://image.nostr.build/c277ade98e1c49d9889684c6d487a5792e613a505f006e8497a5aadd8853d173.jpg


So you can take your daily dose of vitamin
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"those scammers say you hve money, you don't have money, you have numbers on a screen!"

It's the same


Another ponzi scheme falling down.
CEOs of the company were paid actors.
Tv presenter telling ponzi token money is nonexistent....
Me not knowing why they don't realise banks do the same.

https://image.nostr.build/aa18bc1701db7d2f8697440ff9494b1900e50dee2a5fc40768a3825347ce4267.jpg


was he holding?


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#carving
#phoenix
#wood
#spoon
#whittling
#art


https://m.primal.net/LSsz.mp4
#wood
#spoon
#carving
#whittling
#art
#nostr
#woodworking


I live in a dry climate.
So, often when we travel to humid places I get deaf in one ear. But once I got deaf in both for a week . We were on a beach town. It was a gift .


It's on!
you should be able to buy it there.
make the argie happy
https://plebeian.market/product/c037076c-2cbc-43fa-81a5-f3b1bce8299b


You will not find a foundation with more conviction in any social media offerings.

Nostriches are ALL IN.

The Human Network is why we will win.

We ARE the Other Stuff.


And this one
The homestead dream bundle of handcarved spoons
poplar wood, foodgrade finished
From Patagonia Argentina with love.

https://m.primal.net/LRjF.mp4
#Nostr
#Bitcoin
#Art
#Wood
#Cat
#Mushroom
#homesteading


I will sell this exclusive unique Bitcoin spoon bundle.
Hand carved and foodgrade finished
From Patagonia Argentina
Should I auction it?
https://m.primal.net/LRii.mp4

#Art
#Carving
#Wood
#Nostr
#Bitcoin
#Bitcoinart


This one is for sale! Worldwide shipping!

Unique piece

https://m.primal.net/LRMW.jpg https://m.primal.net/LRMX.jpg


Mow I created a stall on Plebeian Market.
Right now I'm selling the ostrich spoon. Worldwide shipping!!!

https://plebeian.market/p/d0524a5a5694548725d15fc0412bbc04a9596dbcda39ef2b02a834693e53fa56/stall/486465028cb20db4879bea42d5db7f7da2672b6e6f378d76982eab98e00fd337


cleanse parasites


Mostly cooking spoons.
For stirring.
Though you can also whack kids with it like an italian grandmother


Stay tuned https://video.nostr.build/87b1db077144996d38a91e8a1f5e7025028b0430c9be11a9bdf9c9bb76eba224.mp4


I'm at the beaurocratic point where I can say I have everything set up for selling my wooden spoons to the Bitcoin family.
You will be able to brag around saying you bought it cheap with sats through the Bitcoin net, to an argie craftman without any more friction than necessary.
Stay tuned!


Why does #Primal on desktop shows me pictures for a second and then they disappear. Like someone posts a picture and when I load the feed it appears, I can see it, but it last a second there and then it goes away and leaves the empty post by the user.
#asknostr


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The protocol operates using cryptographic keys for user identification and content publishing. Each user generates a public/private key pair, where the public key serves as their identity on the network, and the private key is used to sign messages and content. This cryptographic approach ensures that users maintain control over their data and can interact with others securely.

#Nostr can facilitate micropayments and tipping in bitcoin, allowing users to support content creators directly. This integration not only adds a layer of economic incentive but also aligns with the decentralized ethos of both Nostr and #Bitcoin, promoting a more open and user-controlled internet experience. 🧡💜

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Fake jack just liked one of my notes and invited me to chat.
Close enough.
I want to believe.


Correct.


As I heard once
"It's too late to be pesimistic"


I finished the automated AI translation of my book.
From now on I will review and correct myself.
But soon is going to be available


That is a recurrent thought when I hear feminists talk about the patriarchy.
Patriarchy is a male game. It is just men designing power games for men to compete into.
Enterprises, most institutions, corporations, military raids, sports.
They need a structure that men can simply be drawn into because it touches all the right buttons of our male brains. Dopamines, endorphines, adrenaline, testosterone, you name it.
Asking the patriarchy to change and adapt to include an egalitarian quota of women will make the thing switch into another thing. Probably less power dynamic driven and less competitive in its grinding gears.
You cannot ask pears to the elm tree.


HHaha like they would be holding conferences like that


#art
#whittling
#carving
#wood
#woodworking
#proofofwork

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Do you want to see the process?
From a splinter to a spoon.
I used a single tool for this. My beloved knife.
Oh, and a little gouge for the concave part of the spoon
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From a splinter to a spoon


My father used to say that he loved the way you could see toolmarks on carving and modeling.

https://video.nostr.build/15c72f33b9f73ef825e2d5fdbc5d2a4d216c7a02b794847788b88945e9879eec.mp4

That he was pleased to see the magic of the artisan revealing a bit. That excessive polishing of sculptures was a sin and he did not liked it.
I like the idea too but when it comes to spoons I have to be careful with that, people generally don't like marks.
But roughly it's done now. I will sand this further and finish it later.


Please not disrespect football gods


#proofofwork https://image.nostr.build/f94da968987a73dc03d28343473602d0763b3a49ab4f0ff50d8906235303f6f2.jpg


Give me some energy to finish it. I am tired

https://image.nostr.build/2b2bd368b6a8968ee4076ff33f0afe249f36602b3c94d4cf5d5b37515b75087d.jpg


I had an encounter with "48 Laws of Power" by Robert Greene and as much as I would like to deny its veracity and refute its laws...
It just makes sense and aplies to a lot of situations I've been through.
As much as I would like to be living in a circular node by node descentralized tapestry of free living sovereign kings and queens... it just happens that in most projects, institutions, family systems and enterprises of all kind rules this pyramid alpha male dominance scheme of competence.

So, as it is important to create circles and tapestry of symbiotic relationships, it is important to know that we coexist with the pyramid slave-ism machiavelic organization. We just cannot tap into other different than our primate brains.

So, it is important to be aware of those paradigms; be able to switch in accordance to the situation or beings participating.

And a little secret:
Power dynamic scheme is a very interesting game to play for our brains. Even more if you are a healthy male. It just give a drive for improvement. So we don't have to be scared of it.
The game just wants to play itself


Yes!
Honey badger don't care


Haha "not sure I'd recommend it"
Sounds like enough


I watched season 1 of The Rings of Power
I'm not watching season 2
It can pavlovianly ruin my Tolkien love


I'm carving
Would I sell it on plebeian market?
Would anyone buy?

Do you suggest any shape I should carve Bitcoin, Nostr related?

https://video.nostr.build/33f3b5fc6650b7ad890c2936532075bcb2464f8b40d105029c3f5a63aa63dab3.mp4


I'm listening to the local radio and they were speaking about the budget for a known local festival. They were claiming that today's local town government is corrupt because the same festival cost almost twice in USD denomination, compared to the festival done 13 years ago.

Both speakers denied dollar inflation and accused the government of corruption.

Yeah.... right


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Day 12.008 on the fiat inflation trenches:

There is a disorder on fiat mind and family constellations. We associate wealth and power with hedonism and self destruction. We think that being rich is to be able to do nothing all the time.
It might be because the last member of your ancestors that was wealthy was a hedonist lazy pig.
Or perhaps just a guy that was born on top of the ivory tower and his fate was to lose it all.

But the software remains and it writes:
"Rich is doing nothing and be quite useless"
Or
"Rich is lazy pig"

And as we, the new branches in the family tree, grow, we tend to desire to be self sustainable and free (rich, wealthy) yet our software is associated with self destruction and laziness. So we despise ourselves in pursuit or happiness and it creates a disonance so big and disastrous. Cancelling noise.

We don't realise that perhaps the abundance and flow of money was created by a previous generation of people that created immense value by being crafty and productive. By being ingenuous and smart. We don't recognise the ones that make it because wealth was invisible behind the large amount of work and dedication (Result vs Journey)

So now we fixated our attention to the trauma (losing it) and have our traumatized perception and software based upon the result of being lazy and unproductive. So it's common association to think rich people is bad,
wealthy ones are pigs, powerful people is corrupt. Because trauma blinds. It creates a prediction software of recognising patterns to avoid being traumatized again. Sometimes those softwares are accurate and useful, sometimes are deceitful and useless. But those are natural biological mechanisms.

If you want to generate wealth, just create value. Move. Be useful. Learn to be smart. Outperform. Improve.


I came out and the sun is weird and cold and I remembered there is a ring of fire eclipse about to happen. Superb


we all know that they know that we know that


Mushrooms are good for you.

https://m.primal.net/LHSo.png


Good morning.
Day by day, I am translating my book to english.
It will take me a few more weeks.


stack away... from your wife.
don't let her know how much you are stacking


Spring is here. Warmth, sun, longer days and flowers.
But all I can think of is cold, firewood, food.
Produce more.
I feel my bones chill and my muscles aching and tense. Like it has been through trauma.

All the time I'm thinking about how can I be more efficient and productive.
How can I improve things in my home and for my family. And it seems to not be enough.
I try to not stop at lacks of resources or money. So it's like a constant hurry and slalom through the equations of the mind.

Protocols go like:
We need this; Then we need some money for it; No money; Then can I do it myself? Sometimes, if not; Can I replace it for something cheaper? Sometimes, if not; what can I do to aim better at it and perhaps obtain that in a long term? How can I endure not having it.

Sometimes it relates to food, sometimes something I need to build, sometimes it's a tool. And all plans seem scattered around with no real force behind them.

So I surround myself with unfinished projects and cheap short term solutions. (So lots of people does because broken money and crashed economy)

Imagine finding cheaper and cheaper solutions to food. To building. To have fun. To play sports. To relate to friends. To move.
Imagine having to count the kilometres you can move today so you can take your child to school tomorrow.
Or imagine falling sick in bed and getting beat up by a simple flu and thinking it was the greatest tragedy.
Imagine losing your loved pets because you can't give them a decent pet life.

Thinking who's next...
Wondering if you can make it through the next winter.
Thinking in terms of firewood and calories.

I'm tired