Yeah that might work. El Salvador would do!
I like winter. I would like to be more prepared for it.
I want to experience some northern winter in a civilised country with a more stable economy.
This place chewed me hard and I am ready to be spitted out.


I'm idetifying some PTSD from this grueling winter.
I think it's all for good reasons but seriously I don't want to live something like that again so I made some firm decisions and agreements with myself and my life.


It makes me think of Smeagol/Gollum figure arquetype in Lord of the Rings.
In the story, it definitely serves a purpose to be alive and not killed. And it falls upon its own weight. And it serves as a constant reminder of why the one Ring, lets say power or ruling power, can corrupt beings. So having a clown politician in tar and feathers serves more, I think, than a rolling head. A rolling head might deviate the judgement to the executioner. While clowning them lets them exist in accordance with what they are by plain resonance


I agree.
Awakening to the truth is easy.
If that would happen we would need no gallow or guillotine, since awakening lets you see clowns as they are. And laugh at them. And let them exist in their place of clowns and jesters.
I also know redemption and true repent. It is possible, for any one being. Because none of us is exempt of wrongdoings.
This is a great school to be alive. So we all can learn.


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Good lord look at this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGaSK7Vqyog


Check that out. That is the inventor of the language.
He is literally playing the musicians live.
And this is mostly drums but imagine this can be done with full fletched orchestras.
See how they have mostly fun out of the experience.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhu1CB3Zs64


That is why I think it is a milestone in the history of music.
Music is a language. And we don't learn a language by studying grammar or symbols before we could ever listen or speak. But in academies, this is the case. You arrive and they show you symbols and scriptures that are disconected to the real "speaking" or creation of that language.
Is like taking a toddler and trying to teach him to read.

But this hand sign language through music has it all. At the same time:
You play (speak) you listen (to everyone else) you read (the director)
And it is so intuitive that the hand gestures go pretty well with the symbols written on a sheet music.

And the learning goes fast. It is completely revolutionary. And you have fun and don't get tired. And it sounds amazing. Even amateur musicians even non-musicians can create outstanding pieces of improvisation.

#Music
#Musician
#Musicstr


I fell into another rabbit hole.
Any musicians here?
Some folk in my town created this group that teaches music improvisation through hand signs.
It is not a language for the deaf, for sure and it is not related with anything. It is just something new.
Aparently it was invented/discovered by an Argentinian called Santiago Vazquez

The feeling of it is: I'm in front of a milestone in the history of music.
It is such a rewarding, learning, and mind opening experience to use.
It goes like this:
A group of musicians gather in front of a director. And the director, through hand signs begins to explain to them everything as it should be sounding. Frome time signature to accents to key to particular notes. Mutes some, enhances some, can create polyrythm, change key, make loops. All live. All with hand gestures.
And the fun is, you are improvising. It has always that surprise factor and creativity way.

It is so so different from anything I have experienced.
And it is so mindblowing and in terms of learning is the most profound and liberating music language learning experience I had.


But there's a way out
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Instagram is the most buggy app I have ever experienced.
But bugs are by design.
It behaves really nasty when you want to close it or swipe ot down.
It gives you a hundred ways in which it sticks to your screen and won't leave.
Also sometimes it starts out of nowhere or it keeps playing audio on the background so you have to go back and and try again to close it.
And the list goes on


And it just doesn't work that way


Fiat fiates their fiat by fiating fiaters' fiats fiat


I was thinking some random thoughts about life and I had some insight.
Instead of"life is hard" I turned around and thought "hard is life"
And I thought I felt more alive during difficulties.
And the more I think it the more sense it makes.


I think it's AI. Two friends of mine created it. It was shared in a group we have about Huachuma and Ayahuasca ceremonies. Like a community of folk that have been through the fire of plant medicine with Ramón and Aldana our guides.
So they have a foundation called Raices del Sol.
And they celebrate their 10th anniversary on Saturday.
 And this image was created to represent the fire, the community and the living tradition we are creating and recreating around Huachuma and ceremonies.
So I thought it was really nice and posted it


I added a new track.
Halfway sleep.
Literally woke up and went straight to the piano.
I barely could open my eyes

https://wavlake.com/track/a0d6ab11-e66d-4f24-bdd5-42a8a0c9e153


Good morning.
Spring is here.
Coffee


"Your most secret ambitions to be tyrants, thus shroud themselves in words  of virtue."


I come from the future where coins are bought and sold https://image.nostr.build/e7c5e0e692187824b5199c2a24c4315f298bd7ddcf23e11bf07e2a87ffb1a6e2.jpg


Well, I think Im going to finish the translation of my book.
What are some sites where I could share it/sell it.
Even if it's donations? I've seen people selling books like that "give what you want, can"

#asknostr


I often dream I'm in high school again. It's all fun until I realise in the middle of the dream: "fuck it! I don't have to go through this, I finished highschool already"
(I didn't quite went to college much)
So it's a relief moment for me and I usually wake up.
The recurring dream takes place in the first year of highschool. So it's like the feeling of the eternal adolescence beaurocratic rite of passage through an institution. Because, in the dream, I have all other years ahead to live.
Like realising you don't necessarily have to live through it because you accomplished it already!
It's a relief, a really big dreamy sigh and a let go of some tension.
Yes, I agree it's a PTSD reaching a climax and a release.
We were all young and innocent and, being somehow locked up, funnelled through meshes of institutions, moulded, equalized....
We don't consciously process it but the anxiety is damn real and it's so common vibration inside schools and colleges that we cannot feel it because it's water to fish. So I realise now.

Hugs and feelings for all


just amazing post. Thanks a lot for sharing


People cling to their reason. And they just want to be right. Be correct. People want to be true.
It's just a big sigh and a openness for love. We all have our own way.

Sometimes I do that in conversations. I just mention bitcoin in a way for opening more questions than to provide answers. When I get the incredulous looks or the arrogant stares I just show both palms of my hands and say something like:
I just told you. Or "do your own research" or "you shall see" or "it's still too early"

Because I realised whenever people wanted to speak about Bitcoin they wanted it just to make a noisy conversation and get a battlefield of ideas in labyrinth. Not to gain any clarity but to see where is the weak point of your pitch.

Most people don't even comprehend the basics of what money is. So we couldn't even possibly begin the orange pilling in the first place. And there is those kinds of people who think they know all about money because they "have" some. I had some conversations with a banker... Even harder:
+Works in the industry (so the conversation jeopardize status quo)
+Thinks knows better than anyone
 +"Is" (somekindof) "rich"
+She doesn't know what money is in the first place.

The only possible option to me is to somehow plant a seed.
As an old crazy wise man said once: "plant an anarchist mind bomb"
Someday we can only hope it just blows . Or grows.
We can only hope for it to not be defused.
Plant mind bombs


I want a news site called.
"No clickbait news"
And it's just headlines claiming the most important information of the article. And we can just read it and not having to be tricked


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lo prometido
#negr0art

https://m.primal.net/KwKB.webp
https://m.primal.net/KwKC.webp


Guaaaaau me sorprendiste jajaja!

Yo pensé que no había y busqué en el celular y no encontré ninguna

graciaaas totales


A bit of #Proofofwork
Its almost finished. Though the climate was a bit odd with fast winds and cloudy.
And I ran out of energy.
I'm litterally starving.

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


I don't know what people say when they complain.
Either it doesn't work bad for me. Or my ignorance of UX UI makes me blind to bugs not too grose...
or I'm just enjoying the ride of Nostr growing unconceivably fast and strong and organic and steady.
Centralized media is buggy by desing. They have thousands of traps to fuck with your attention.


A mi, corazón!


Today I uploaded these three.
I should call my recordings Lo-Fi
Which stands for Low Fidelity
Because it's a cool way of saying:
I have a shitty mic

https://wavlake.com/track/deb9519b-4359-49d4-a2b8-f0ce1cc63604

https://wavlake.com/track/d0c9537d-a48f-4dd8-8370-3612f496a15a

https://wavlake.com/track/01a62cc6-2f96-40f0-9ee3-3dea5ddf5292


I'm inviting a good friend yo publish on Wavlake .
My goodness... Years ago when I started I couldn't even imagine this growth of the Bitcoin ecosystem....
We were so early we are so early it's always so early.


If I listed my tiny house and yurt on airbtc, would you be more confident to book a stay?

Also, if you ever want to book a stay at the homestead and get a tour (which is basically a little permaculture class) just DM me. I'll get you a calendar with availability and pricing.

I'm in the heart of South West Michigan wine country and only 15min from the best beaches in the Midwest. Lots of fun stuff to do and you can pay with Bitcoin!


As I don't have money for nails I made some from old steel rods from construction leftovers.
Flow
#proofofwork
https://image.nostr.build/4608b17ab4abebdf39d1037f434e7b0632edad1bf12594a1f9a964dd2f53c909.jpg


My hands are my CV https://video.nostr.build/c6709d437e1d80f5dfffe5b1893496245a088fcdc5a5296cca08d01329108521.mp4


My hands are my CV


I started the building of the stair.
It will make things easier for finishing the playhouse.
I chopped a tree yesterday. https://image.nostr.build/0192e0bb7a9f73a995706724e36e48c53ba5e068dfff7dd399f40ab4ebd96b65.jpg


And my mother is literally sleeping in a near bedroom. That is why these are all quiet soft versions


This one used to be a song:

"If we are together, my love,
it's not only now;
We were one of those stars.

I was looking for you in the wood
of other lives' pianos
in the light of the morning I passed
And I missed you as a child
knowing that star would explode

Perhaps we only came to the world to love.

https://wavlake.com/track/01a62cc6-2f96-40f0-9ee3-3dea5ddf5292


Another one of last night...
Play piano play life play piano play life play piano play life play piano play life
https://wavlake.com/track/deb9519b-4359-49d4-a2b8-f0ce1cc63604


Now it's a short piano piece called "No quisiera ese país"
It grew after a politics arguement with my aunt one day a couple of years ago. So I thought "I wouldn't like that country".
This is a very slow and peaceful version. Mothers are sleeping.

https://wavlake.com/track/d0c9537d-a48f-4dd8-8370-3612f496a15a


I'm now processing a couple more piano pieces to upload.
If not for shitty recording, it would already look like a whole album.
If you like it, please support. Maybe I could invest in a decent microphone.


Man, I don't want to be drunk on words
Be of fame
Unearned wisdom
I don't want to sit on top
Just let me dive into the grass
Feel the birds coming by
To my rescue
Be just a sound melody not wanting to be right
No reasonable pattern
I don't want power
I want dance


I'm off to sleep.
Tomorrow I will upload a bunch of music.
I hope you are enjoying my piano.
If not fuck you I'm going to keep playing


I see blue ocean all around.


People take BTC for houses and real estate in general.
Also luxury cars are sold in BTC.
I've seen those on Facebook


Legend


One of the most historic transactions in #bitcoin history was just made.

President Donald Trump buying burgers at nostr:npub1key55ax33gkl50uqemvl4khrtqrhzm7wzpc7fhseutt5ddkcwcrqgxlt3h with nostr:npub1xy6exlg37pw84cpyj05c2pdgv86hr25cxn0g7aa8g8a6v97mhduqeuhgpl.

Block height: 861871

You saw it here first.
https://image.nostr.build/70c72f924b9cd8d429e0f1c030ce35c52604485e553f1c24af0b1d1737f3adc9.jpg


For night owls I share.
"The public renews itself"

https://wavlake.com/track/ef8c9f3f-f64e-4410-bfa3-306c239f45ae


"I've been all my life playing cardboard guitars
Don't be mean to humanity, please
don't make them out of cardboard
They make steel machines
travelling 200 kms an hour
they go from office to office to office to the train.
What train? What train?
but don't make them out of cardboard."

I remembered the lyrics and translated it


Off*


But I swear my mother asked me to turn of the music


Again, it just last 29 minutes. Because that is how much my camera records of a single take.

https://wavlake.com/track/ef8c9f3f-f64e-4410-bfa3-306c239f45ae


Now this is it.
My meditation on "Cardboard guitars"
https://wavlake.com/track/ef8c9f3f-f64e-4410-bfa3-306c239f45ae


And this piece I use to loop is called "Guitarras de cartón"
Meaning "Cardboard guitars"
And it had a lyric someday in the past saying something like (I don't remember much).
"I got tired of playing cardboard guitars
Please don't make them anymore"
"you can make 200km/h traveling machines and trains"
"but why would  you make a cardboard guitar"

It was my teenage lament after meeting the piano and a really worldclass handmade guitar and realising I've been playing guitars made of trash all my life. I realised guitars in general have no sound nor soul. Just a little fading noisy tone...
And at that time I was like 22 years old and I could get my hands on a worldclass artisan made guitar and it just made a deep impact on me... It was the first time for me feeling a really wooden guitar.
Almost all guitars in the market are made of plywood.


And I have my own version of the piano loop but instead of pasting the one piece over and over, I played it all I could.
This time I stoped about an hour later when my mother shouted:
"Saaaan! turn off the music already!"
She is indeed sleeping each time I play. That's why the name is music for sleeping mothers.


I usually like to listen to piano loops.
Generally Debussy's "Girl with the flaxen hair "
aswell as Ryuichi Sakamoto's "Merry Christmass Mr. Lawrence".

I think they have an infinite quality. One can meditate upon them for hours and never be tired.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4AGu1-lR2w

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


“When a complex system is far from equilibrium, small islands of coherence in a sea of chaos have the capacity to shift the entire system to a higher order.“ by Ilya Brigadier


Last year I planted my own tobacco.
And this is the first time I smoke some.
Feeling nice.
It was quite a challenge since this is a very dry desert


A couple of nights ago I stopped by the traffic light and some random dude came to my window.
At nights, in avenues, they use to stand and ask for money or maybe they will clean your windshield for any money you can share.

This night was different. This random dude was not random to me. Something in his face looked familiar. And I asked:
"Are you Tony?"
If it was the Tony I thought, he was looking way older than he actually was...
"Yes"
"I'm Santiago" And we stretched hands as I saw his confused face.

"Santi!!!! How are you?!!" And we hugged.

He was a dear friend from my childhood.
We lived in the same neighborhood.
He was a good boy, we met because we used to hangout in the same park.
But he was there for a different reason. He used his slingshot to hunt doves and all kinds of birds just to eat.
A twelve years old boy.
He was surprisingly good at it. Amazingly good at it.
He used to take three or four each day to his home.
Some he ate , some used to feed his dog, Oso.
Oso was some kind of black dog resembling a shepperd dog of some sort. Wolf like fashion.
He was all in with Tony... Oso would be at his side always and would wait him outside of any house or place for him. Oso was smart and caring for his young friend.
You couldn't fight Tony. You couldn't wrestle with him even the hugs were dangerous. Because Oso would attack anyone too close to his master.
It was some other level for our eyes. We, the Super Nintendo kids with some slacky slingshots and a bit of fat in our cheeks.
There was this kid from just around the corner, feeding himself and his faithful to the bone dog. He was really respected. And he was really fun and good person, always curious and caring. Always doing something. Mischievous but innocent and playful, never harmful.
We became friends because he taught me to make a good slingshot. We harvested the wood and bought the rubber.
And he taught me how to tie it all together.
We used to play a lot with glass marbles and football, hide and seek and all. He practically lived on the street and I know my family liked him and had some pity. So we used to invite him in.
He had no mother and his father was some violent, dark son of the devil that used to beat him in front of us.
One day when he was about 17 years old he disappeared suddenly and we never saw eachother again. I was about 13 at the time.

When we met the other night, it was about a thirty second chat.
"How is your brother? I know your father died, I will visit you soon"

And that was it.
I know he lived through dark shit through the years.
And he was begging in the street light.
I really have the most loving memories of our childhood together.


And also last year I orange pilled the chaman couple that brings medicine to my town.
They openly listened and received my words, advices and guidance through the Bitcoin rabbit hole.
And I sent a part of what I received here on Nostr.
Perhaps it's not much, but I know they have been guarding it and holding it.
Just send it where you want it to grow.
Seeds of light and love.
Levers through blockchain fulcrum.
Satoshi dreams.


I have an online friend in Nigeria.
We have been talking for about 4 years.
He is a footballer there.
And we share and advice eachother through the course of these years.

And not so long ago I sent sats to him through LN that had  reached my wallet from Nostr.
It was for a good cause since I helped him with a journey to play football abroad.

One day I know we will meet and hug.
As with many of you , my bitcoin friends.

This is all our little garden.
Seeds of light and love.
Hugs with no friction.
Through time and space.
Becomin God's sons and daughters, princes and queens of new immaterial land


Thanks thanks again and forever


I can't believe I am top 10.....

Just.... In awe....

https://image.nostr.build/44da48800ab13061f86e1a6e29843fd4f51596f3c03ba9960cce2e5fd209247a.jpg


Last night I drank chamomile tea with coconut milk.
And I played this at the piano.
This was still the out of tune piano and squeaky pedals and chair.
I promise it will be fixed in the next sessions.
https://wavlake.com/track/9e852732-b61a-4361-bbee-8a37726b013a


The most punk thing that you can do right now is be happy.

The mainstream wants you exhausted, unhealthy, doomscrolling, angry and pathetic. It drives more clicks and advertisers. Finding true joy has become edgy.


When you are bigger than your mental chatter....


And my previous self would be all judgy and condemn my own recordings and music, and that would stop me from further recording.
But since this spring is coming and I'm on amanita wave, I care not.
I just don't care.
This is what I am now. Fuck all judgement and guilt.
I am stepping this stone today. Tomorrow I can be somewhere else.

So I will keep going. Keep recording. Keep uploading. Keep the seeds going.

Even if one of you enjoys it, at least some part of it. Even one sat or like comes. It completes the circle and the circuit. And I get electrified with love and passion for doing it.

Ffffffffffffffuck all self sabotage and mental chatter.


I´m about to upload the last night piano improv.
In Argentina, an improvisation between musicians is called "Zapada"
Just sayin'

I care much about how it sounds, yet I don't have the means to record it better. (I'm using a Samsung NX camera)

Also, today I tuned and serviced the piano.
This new recording is still with the piano a bit off ...
But hey... you will tell when I record again with the serviced piano.
Better sound and no squeaky parts. (my chair is also squeaky)

I think that honky tonkness adds some beauty to it. Some folk down to earth colour. I'm just a guy having fun with his own piano...

Though it is better now and the next recordings are going to be more orderly.


Zapraise some missing strings?

I'm now realising that one argentinian peso will soon be equal to one satoshi
1sat=1ars soon
https://image.nostr.build/21be4bb90546b4d25adfd0e5e0f48747e2b52261f6ccb5465d819813b830e24d.jpg


Today I serviced my piano a bit.
Tuned it and adjusted some squeaky parts pedals.
Recording was nice but I have to confess it was out of tune and squeaky.
And dirty.

This piano was gifted to me more than ten years ago and it was the piano I began with.
The first one I ever put my hands on.

It still has some missing parts and broken strings.
I cannot play B1 for example.
Budget issue.
But it was garbage when it came to me.
It's from 1896 Catalunya factory named Ortiz & Cussó.

https://video.nostr.build/cfd7646da1a67059b2ca159db4200dac0cd7d9e3777accb4927e16c2ba528684.mp4


Zapraiser huh?
....

That could work...


https://image.nostr.build/cbef7b4ad85230612c11c241fcef0c2293217aeae4767f5041c26b75c300c840.jpg

#art
#artistr
#painting
#watercolour
#bitcoin
#bitcoinart
#btc


Well... this morning's piano.
For sleeping mothers.
Amanita morning

https://wavlake.com/track/3cb8a31f-da43-49fd-9102-47fc6ded54ca


I recorded another one,
and I will keep doing it.
Every sat keeps me going.
https://wavlake.com/album/4e4779f8-3bc4-428e-ba2e-41e57e8f9234


I will heat my house in winter mining Bitcoin.
Just had that revelation.
Not yet though.
But one day


Now I have started to upload some recordings. Very improvised and spontaneous ones.
The idea is to upload regularly.

#music
#piano
#wavlake
#nostrmusic

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Amanita morning. Number 2
https://wavlake.com/track/89f5cae5-a2fb-4588-acb5-72b868ba6eb3


We reject: kings, presidents, and voting.
We believe in: rough consensus and running code.

—David Clark, 1992


I'll be playing the piano and the guitar. In meditations.
And I will upload with the most frequency possible.
So stay tuned.

https://wavlake.com/album/4e4779f8-3bc4-428e-ba2e-41e57e8f9234


I just mentioned Nostr on a WhatsApp group for Fungi growers and aficionados.
It might be a place where a decentralised mycelium network can make sense.
I will keep you updated


This is an excerpt of a chapter of my book. I just translated it to English.

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Thank you for reading!
It was such a long text haha!


Thanks, that was an excerpt from the chapter 4 .
It's originally in Spanish.
I just wrote it this year and didn't published, just shared among friends. It has no physical edition nor final correction.
I guess I should work on that or maybe I can share a digital version


…“That night I decided to do the heroic. Well, half heroic.
I told Antonella to go to sleep with the kids, that I was going to lock myself in the little earthen bedroom to make a mushroom trip. That I was going to be in there, that they should rest assured that I was going to be fine.
I prepared the psylocibes mushrooms and added a few grams of lion's mane, ginger and lemon tea, headphones with music and a notebook to write down.
I wrote down my requests: I want to know where the scarcity and poverty program comes from. I want money. I want fortune. Several other things like that that seemed reasonable at the time to ask the mushrooms. Not that you can't ask mushrooms for things. The key, as Jose Luis Parise says, is the “from where” you are asking. But I was about to find out.
I ate the mushrooms well chewed and put on some meditation music at 00:00 hours. Three grams of dried mushrooms, alone, locked up and in the dark. Half heroic.
Half an hour passed and I felt nothing. The music was really ugly, I don't even know where I got it from, but it was a mistake.
I had gone on the trip armed with my pen and my notebook, my headphones and my cell phone. To take notes of what I see, to travel with the music.
I decided to lie down because I felt tired and I wanted to take off my headphones and turn off the night light. In a single movement, the divinity took away all my weapons. I entangled my arm with the headphone cord and my notebook, pen, headphones and cell phone fell to the floor.
I was left with silence and all of a sudden the whole effect came together. Before turning off the light I saw an interdimensional space, that is, like a transparency in the things in the room. In that interdimensionality superimposed with the room I saw a kind of gigantic monster that encompassed every corner of the gaze. That monster had hair, spikes, stings, eyes, legs, fangs, hooks, claws, mouths. Infinite eyes, infinite barbs and stings legs fangs hooks claws mouths. Open your eyes, close your eyes, it didn't matter. There it was. All over the room and all over the space. I turned off the light and there it was. Morbidly terrifying. Staring at me. And I think adrenaline was coursing through my body that I felt it trembling but as if quite below my perception. As if the pair of eyes had floated above the crown of my head. What would happen to the body was none of my business now. It was happening far away. I was not afraid in that state of floating eyes, because what I was seeing was extraordinarily tremendous, inconceivably weird. An infinite arachnid with infinite fractal legs loaded with every natural weapon symbol a predator can create in the nature of planet earth.
I felt a presence on my left side and heard a chant. They were female voices, deep, earthy. The colors of these spirits were soft and warm and the scale of their music was African. I felt myself becoming very small in the darkness next to these figures. And I felt them take me in their arms. They cooed and cuddled me like a family. In songs they were telling me things without words. As if it were an indescribable telepathy of frequencies. They told me that I was still very small, like a baby. And they told me, don't worry, we are cultivating you.
Maybe you think that you cultivate the mushrooms, but the mushrooms also cultivate you.
Maybe you think that you take the mushrooms, but the mushrooms also take you.
And after giving me a lot of love and African cooing, they “left” me again on “the ground” and pushed me forward like someone who pushes a child to ask something to the grocer. As if to say, “come on, baby, didn't you want to ask?”
And I said:
“Well... maybe... actually... It wasn't that important...” .... It wasn't such a big deal either... we'll leave it for another day...”
And the infinite astral space darkened, and the music began to sound symphonic.
In blue and violet colors clouds loomed in the sky in the distance, and the feeling of a storm coming over me. I see the music and the clouds coming. More and more gloomy storm and music like an orchestra of strings and winds. A great violet and blue buzz of clouds bursting above me in an abysmal thunder whose frequency said:
“WHO'S ASKING!”
Resounded throughout my being the great rumble and I did not know who. I wanted to leave.
The cloud took infinite fractal form, like the mosaic of an architecture in the great cloud, in the same shadowy colors. Each space the fractal patterns left had a symbol, iconic, a logo. A great mosaic of logos and living images that awaited my response. Those logos represented each of the ways of being crucified in life. Each one of the ways of being stigmatized and lynched, stoned, imprisoned, jailed, accused, rumored, suspected, persecuted, killed, beaten, intimidated, defenestrated, banished, outlawed, criminalized, locked up.

Each of these mosaics contained a logo in the fractal infinity. They depicted some such scene. Angry mobs of sticks and stones, gossiping newspapers, state flags, armed police against me, judges, pointing fingers, armies, and infinite icons in infinite space. Laws, seals, regulations. All against me. All like the great storm over my head and I was looking up.
Silence and waiting. There was the storm waiting for my answer. Alive, still, up there.
I wanted not to exist.
I grew smaller and smaller in the void. Blacker in the darkness.
There was only a speck of me left in the black immensity.
I looked up and there was the storm looking back at me with its fractals of crucifixion.
I became smaller and darker, I wanted not to exist.
I waited but everything was the same, the storm above, me the smallest and most insignificant thing I could make myself.
It waited for my answer.
Until I remembered:
When my daughter Sofi had nightmares we used to chant a Buddhist mantra: Om mani padme hum.
The diamond on the lotus flower. I remembered. I explained to Sofi that the nightmares were just nightmares and that she is the diamond on the lotus flower. The diamond is her consciousness that can never be destroyed, because it is the hardest material in the universe, transparent and pristine. And the lotus flower is the ephemeral world of things and also of nightmares. Everything passes and consciousness remains. The flower dies and is reborn, from the void and the dark swamp. It is beautiful and ephemeral. There remains the diamond that is consciousness. Bodies and the world are born and die, everything changes and transforms, everything is ephemeral. The observer of what happens remains indestructible and transparent. Consciousness.
I remembered the image of a diamond floating on a lotus flower and began to laugh. I pointed to the storm shaking my index finger and laughing I said:
“Almost, I almost fell!” and a guffaw burst out of me. Still the storm didn't even flinch, “You almost got me! “
You can't not exist.
Then I cried out with a smile.
“I am the grace and the glory”
“I am the owner of fortune and luck!”
And the storm burst out saying
“BINGO!”
Golden coins flew through the air and sounded like gold.
A psychedelic electronic circus music began to party and celebrate.
The fractal took on feminine, golden shapes, danced and rejoiced. How to explain it. A cathedral of light, of perfect architecture and harmonic measures, but alive and breathing. Arches and luminous columns full of mosaics. Fractal golden stained glass windows. Towards the infinite space. Immense as the universe. Making strange music similar to moog synthesizers and 8-bit video games in perfect scales and extraordinary counterpoints, inconceivably intergalactic extraterrestrial.
In each mosaic in each space between light an icon. There were three that were repeated throughout infinity.
A winged golden orb.
A snake going one way next to a snake going the other. They passed by
The golden Egyptian mask from the sarcophagus of Tutankhamun.
That is, a sun with wings, a pair of snakes going in opposite directions, and an ancient golden Egyptian face with its outlined eyes and blue and gold striped headdress.
I was grinning dumbfounded and thinking, “This must be a goddess!” “All the art is in this!”
It was very Egyptian and I was inside an Alex Grey painting.
Beyond my visual glee, the icons stuck in my mind. Why such images and what do they mean?
I understood something. It may take me a lifetime to decode what these images were saying. My decoding is personal and was explained synchronously after the trip. I don't need an Egyptologist to fart me out.
I understand that the winged sun has to do with the power of attention. Sometimes that attention whimsically lands on something that is significant to one's history and the development of the spirit. You happened to see a sign for something you need to know. The winged orb caught your attention there. It travels and moves with your eyes or calls your vision to pay attention where you will gain valuable information or perhaps some opportunity. Symbol of divine synchronicity, serendipity and casuality.
Snakes were symbols of medicine and poison. Both things were done with them. When someone saw a snake they could interpret a danger or an opportunity. Poison or medicine.
I think snakes in opposite directions mean that life events are neither good nor bad in and of themselves. Circumstances can be poison or they can be medicine. Events can be good or bad and they can be good and bad as well.
One's neutrality with life events is important in order to tilt the resonance in one's favor.
Tutankhamun's mask represents eternal life in grace and fortune. Immortality. Dominated attention since he wears a pair of snakes coming out of his third eye. Symbols of the conquest of impulses and drives. Gold is incorruptible, eternal, conductor of electricity and information.
“But this, is this a being? Or is it me?” I asked.
And the goddess disappeared leaving the dark room in sight.
And it reappeared as if playing and I heard the frequencies saying.
“It lives with you and without you.”
I understood that it was an eternal and crazy rejoicing. The game just wants to play.
The divinity does not like the victim's petition. It likes assumption, merit, courage and bravery. Fortune comes in addition to those who are fortune incarnate and know themselves to be so. To be fortune incarnate, one must be bold and mischievous. One defies the gods so one finally obtains their favor. The goddess does not eroticize with those who beg. But with the one who has unique and original desires and dares to assume himself as the deserving and the one who receives them. The goddess is in the fabric of reality permanently, she is the matrix, the web, the dance of reality. When the change of frequency occurs in a being that assumes from its core that it is the owner of what it wants, the matrix dances and swirls the vortex to accommodate each piece of the landscape and each actor in the place that is needed for that to be fulfilled. It is the famous law. It happens that the goddess is not aroused by idleness, nor by the desire of others, nor by bullshit. The goddess is turned on by authentic and courageous desires of the being. The goddess dances with the one who assumes the madness of the impossible, the mischievousness of defiance, the daring.
I saw the gold turn green and from the center of the fractal a human figure began to unfold. First it was one, from one it split into two Siamese twins which then split into four men fused at the back. A single head with four faces, a single torso with eight arms and eight legs.  And so it unfolded into multiples until it filled all the space and disappeared. I understood that it was the frequency of growth.
I asked in confidence:
“Where does my scarcity program come from?”
And he showed me images of explosions and war. Airplanes passed by, gunshots could be heard, dead all around me, ruins and dust. I understood that my ancestors had suffered greatly from the wars in Europe.
“Is this what happened or is this what is going to happen?”
And something shook the whole room. I felt a force from beyond take me by the back and turn me over as if I were a baby. I felt three pats on my back and everything went back to normal. When I looked forward the glorious fractal divinity was gone. I could only see a faint image of a large shadow hidden in the interdimensionality. But I was back in my dark little room.
“But...”
And again the room shook and the frequency said.
“GO TO SLEEP!” and shook me again to turn me over.
I was saddened that the fractal was gone, it was so beautiful.
The female spirits next to me came up to me and chanted something like.
“Think about what you said.”
And I realized that what happened and what is going to happen is identical. What happened at some point in time is engraved in the DNA. DNA is nothing more than a map of vital expression. What happened, if we do not collectively transcend it through understanding and loving learning, we are destined to repeat it. To a greater or lesser extent, depending on how we have transcended it.
Little by little the fractal was appearing again.
And I saw how there were beings on the planet that used the creative force of the symbols and the fabric of the fractal reality to parasitize others.
And the frequency of the fractal said to me:
“People don't have a clue.”

And perhaps I interpret that people, in general, have no idea of the power they have, or how it is used, or how to find it. And they have even less idea that there are groups that do know the power that they have and that people have, how it is used and how it is done to manipulate people to pull strings in the world.
And since we were in confidence I thought about making a fortune and being rich.
And the fractal mutated again. The gold came back and the fabric became like when he said Bingo and danced. But this time the gold was opaque and didn't dance, it felt dangerous. I saw it Egyptian again but this time it contained pyramids, cats, lots of sensuality, guns, cars and bodyguards, the colors and symbols of the American flag. That sort of thing. I understood that one had to beware of power and wealth with a lack of merit. Because it was a creator of hierarchical pyramids, zombies, defense mechanisms of that unjust wealth. The more you own, the more it owns you, the more to defend. And so you may find yourself hiring robots to carry guns inside armored cars. Perhaps you live under the constant fear of losing everything, so you become part of an empire and slave owner.
Little by little the fractal became diluted and disappeared. I no longer felt the spirits on my left side.
I could feel transformation running through my veins. I felt an inner pain of not knowing what to do with the information. Today I can relate and thread. I have my interpretations and I did a process of integration of what happened to me. But at the time the experience had been so strong. So inexplicably beautiful and gruesome at the same time. When I returned to my body, I had no choice but to curl into a ball and cry. How do I live after this? What do I do? I asked myself. And now what do I do? It hurt. I thought a lot about the war.
 Three hours had passed. For a while I was inhabiting that ache of body and mind. As if I was suddenly giving birth to myself. I was touching those ancestral fibers. Time was so strange that I imagined that I would always eternally feel this way. I had become ill, I thought, nothing will ever be the same again. I felt the gigantic sickness again.
As the pain eased, I began to have visions about my life in the future. Things I should and could do. That is a beautiful moment. Where you dream about creating your new life out of the experience.
One of the visions I had was very impressive. I saw the faces of several familiar and not so familiar people. Looking at me as if surprised. These were memories, things I had perceived in the past, perhaps unintentionally and without paying attention. The younger members of the soccer club I played for and their faces. A passerby who had seen me pass. The look of my daughter, replicated in others. The gaze of my dogs, replicated in others. I understood that there are people and beings that one exemplifies. For whom one is a “Big Brother” or “exemplary figure” in the hierarchy of souls. I understood that we all have this around us. Each one of us is assigned with that look. Whether we have children or no children. Whether we have dogs or don't have dogs. There is always going to be someone younger in age or in spirit. Someone weaker and smaller in whatever way that may manifest itself, who sees you as an example for better or for worse. It's the same exercise that mankind went through to conceive the concept of God and saints and angels and Christ and Buddha.
I saw the faces of the 15-year-old players at the club, looking to me as an example. And I unconsciously perhaps, in the face of some attitudes and words, was setting an example for the worse. They were looking to model their personality on the older and closer ones, as I had done when I was a teenager and still do with those I consider masters.
That vital reciprocity of mirroring is always present. This is how virtue and defect become contagious.
It is not that I am an enlightened teacher, it is that the range of consciousness of this school planet is so vast that there are all students for all teachers and each one of us has assigned beings who take us as an example. Just as we have modeled our being on the basis of conceiving vital possibilities of exemplifying beings.
I had been exemplifying like an ass. I was capricious and turkey. My attitudes in the club were often resentful and jealous. I saw the faces of young people copying, their mirror neurons. I saw how I dragged toward the worst case. From that mushroom trip I changed. And I began to bring the best of my virtues. And I believe that in the short time I stayed at the club, I was able to leave a good example. Integrity, loyalty, honesty, discipline, at least. And I established a beautiful bond with the younger members.
At least I had improved.
Slowly I descended to the new normal. I landed from the trip in my little room, it was early morning. I woke up and went out of the room, to the bathroom. In the bathroom door is a large mirror. I saw myself complete. I was glad to have that body and not be a fractal god floating in absolute eternity waiting to meet with psychonauts (I am, but luckily I have a body and a world to explore). In that body I understood that all the limitations one has, physical, space, time, earth, sky, law of gravity, celestial bodies, are limitations that contain us and allow such power and infinity to be used to explore oneself. That I am thankful that I was limited in so many ways so that I can understand my power and grace one at a time, in a curious state of learning. I am thankful for my life, being alive and my family.
I looked at my body and face and saw that it was made of the same fabric I had seen in light and fractal. I saw that its attributes of infinite creativity, madness, daring and mischief were now imprinted on me. And that now I had to play myself.”


I wrote a book, in march this year, I think it's going to be better to translate a chapter and share it here.
I started translating it but I diluted myself into other things.
Pretty much each one of the chapters is a report.


I had several macrodose experiences.
All of them I did alone, in a ceremony context and with a proper intention.
Life changing experiences.
I can write reports later in the day


Sometimes it's okay to stand tall and proud,
But you also have to be small and humble.
Or just blend in
And express your dearest attention.
Be shapeless to acquire all forms.
Free as a child's doodle https://image.nostr.build/af5bb41247b8a8d0f5d2c846fe962ac1ef3180258c7a4eab42a5a9f66bde2c44.jpg


I should be sleeping
Yet I'm painting
https://image.nostr.build/d788c53e72d683b8df932102980bec1da6db7e52a21205fe80c6262f24106c30.jpg


One day I will have them all blocked .
Reply Guys cannot fight Nostr Bitcoin resilience


Carnavalito Tango just makes it...
You have the soul of native, Andes music with the Tango from the big city.
And out of nowhere it becomes some Rock and it even does an Electrig-guitar-like solo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMjJQ47YxLI


Just listen to this and watch ;
Moscovici

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ASlbK1K08s


There is this place in Patagonia, very beautiful city in a valley.
I think it was named "El Bolsón" (translation of Baggins) as a reference to The Lord of the Rings. And it is also refered as "La comarca" (The Shire). It's the most hippy queer and cosmic place in patagonia.
https://m.primal.net/Kjhi.jpg
Well... It was a very sacred place for spring and summer migration for native Mapuche nation.

Then there is this site of musicians living there, and they let you download their music for free...
https://www.orejasaluniverso.com/discos-goga

I recommend a lot Horacio Moscovici's piano
https://archive.org/details/MoscoviciNido
https://archive.org/details/HoracioMoscovici-AlabanzasPaganas01


Ta re temprano amigooooo


Christ is a verb


Thanks!


About the Christ
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I was an atheist.
I know the Christ now.
My path was through plant medicine and mushrooms. (Because my arrogant ego and self destructive behaviour wouldn't let me know it otherwise)
I knew Christ as I opened my heart.
I don't think Jesus and the Christ are exactly the same
(They are)
But it is as Siddhartha Gautama was to the Buddha.
Buddha is a state of being.
Christ is a state of being.
Jesus was the awakened one who seeded the idea of the Christ and lived accordingly. And left us accordingly.
But the Christ is in me and you.

No judgements.
Complete trust in God.
Interrelation of all things
 Within and without.

And when you step into your center knowing that you only have one relationship (it is with yourself and hence all creation). That is your cross.
To take responsibility for all of your experience.
And when you tune yourself to the frequency of love and grace, then you serve your father in heaven and your mother earth.

"A course in miracles" is a good practice.
It is a practice.
The Christ is a verb. It is alive. Not a set of words or dead rituals. And it is our responsibility to vivify it and express it whith our own unique voice and feeling

It is all you are. You just have to realise it. No one judges but you, to yourself and condemn and punish yourself.
Because there is only one relationship going on in the entire eternal vast universe.
And the Christ is the living loving miracle you are.
Open heart. And everything is good.

Be patient and compassionate specially with yourself. There is a magical stairway to the heavens and the more elevated life forms. Just set your intention and the Christ will guide you through signals and symbolic language. Trust, have faith more in that and less in fear and spooky things.
Just trust


We will be old Nostr OGs and we will remember when hordes of spammer GM bots came


Zap zap thanks thanks


Bentonite clay
Zeolite
Herbs
Vegetable juice
Fasting
Propolis
Fungi
Sweat


Beautiful


As Mckenna said something like, our brains cannot expand further in our craneal space, so we will develop more of it immaterial outside of it.
This might be a practical evolutionary solution


I generally don't like AI speaking to me or addressing me in any way without me asking for it.


No more bots on me for the day.
Thanks everyone.
I wonder who could be the evil wicked piece of crap that created them. Some Doctor Evil or Gru


Good morning so I can fish some bots and send them to Nostr purgatory


I need to say good morning


Apparently I am being followed by 333 people.
Nice number.
I want tonsay that I am happy I am here.
I've been more of myself than in any of the fiat platforms.
Just no judgement, worldwide people bitcoin maxis.
I cannot ask for more


Yeah but....
I would be doing something else with it which is going for a vision of my life.
And I would gladly give the sats to a bitcoin maxi. Seed of love.

Though you are right,
I should probably get someone with a credit card (?)


I need collaboration with this.
I have about 47 dollars now in LN
I need them on PayPal https://image.nostr.build/74aa2dfd187948b60d983fbed164d0ea4872f08847ea7d4cbdabe3885eb97f0c.jpg


Que mierda es eso?
Apareció hoy.
Lo bloqueo


What the heck is this bot?
And why did appear from nothing?
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What is this?


I found this page
Workaway.info

And it makes so much sense to me. I will be searching for voluntary opportunities to travel next year.


I'm gonna have it one day.
Have you ever heard of REML? https://image.nostr.build/9f0123dbb8839aba4c0229dbfef3ff4d8a49a5d23335368b08c2fcd1bbe3c161.jpg


This next Saturday I am going to assist to a ceremony of an ancient African/Brazilian religion.
I know nothing about it. But as I've been told they channel spirits.
And they make offerings.

I was invited by a very good friend of mine. His father is the priest.
So I like the idea


What you're gonna do if you really don't want to dance?
Microdose amanita very early in the morning

https://image.nostr.build/dbd2624dc9723bec5158301ee6350d193fb89c961f06b6d47e85c92c50711f5c.jpg


Happy Birthday! The One and the One meet and there is God


I had an Ayahuasca experience last month.
It was long, almost a day long full of visions and learning.
Through the day I saw my country ruled by evil and I saw it immersed in chaotic smoke arising from its capital and pineal gland, as if the whole nation would have a pineal gland in its capital city.
I realised I fear that a lot. My first reaction was to draw a sword and fight it violently. And when I realised I fear it, I had compassion for myself and started to emanate love.
Then hard and cruel visions disipated and I experienced heavenly beings of all kinds telling me they could only help us if we somehow are in  tune with them. Through love and celebration (which leads to creativeness, resonant expansion) and very important: trust, because I realised how much faith and trust we deposit in evil and wicked but how little we believe in angels and elevated beings and even our own higher self. Even how little we believe in the power of the little things and butterfly effect.

"Now I know that even wind bows before love" Alonso del Rio.

Everything is going to be alright.


And the protocol not having a pushing algorithm, it doesn't make much sense to impersonate yourself to fit a rewarding mechanism.


Cyborg little child of nature you don't know what you are writing here.


Maduro rushes to declare Christmas will happen on October 1st for Venezuela.......
......

There is a common saying now (flourishing from collective unconscious) that says:
Faking dementia.
Whenever you can't handle a situation or when you don't want to confront or whenever something unpleasant happens;
"Faking dementia"
People now say.

And they all say it as a joke like it's common fun thing to do and it solves problems.
But bad news catch 22: faking dementia makes you demented.

Like this man

We will all fake dementia and celebrate Christmas when the dictator says. And clap clap clap.


Zeitgeist movie back in 2010 was a thing. And
Tlön Uqbar Orbis Tertius (a short tale by Jorge Luis Borges)
I was living in Buenos Aires and it struck me deeply.


Good morning pura vida.
Remember when we had to take pictures with the phone camera and then go to the app and upload them manually (remember that we will remember)
https://image.nostr.build/c13da3356070de663e7e5f2c6fd516655886b2c692fe98f47c6bcbb27318f801.jpg


Did you leave it inside the car in the sun?
That's normal when the guitar is good old guitar and the bridge is glued with hide glue. (In general)
That is the best of the best glue but it has that downside.


Further P.O.W. there , the neck broke.
https://image.nostr.build/615e5aa5127eb3955a2ecfe5a21d463139005807afd3530c9091629eab1c497c.jpg


Finished with the piano. Cashed the reward.
Money in my pocket now.
So much to pay and do.
But first bread and tangerines for lunch, and those two eggs of the day, gone. Stu can wait until tomorrow


Cheap land in the far west Patagonia with high mountain water streams and less law enforcement.
Micronation?


I wrote that earlier today.
I dream of founding a town.
In the Andes mountains


More wabi sabi proofs of work

https://image.nostr.build/5356fea9aae378be4f73681a14eb796d9ad26891d6904ea2181892d40cff3e67.jpg
https://image.nostr.build/c1c3b4f8e24cb1f00ccf6a4884e850b5b7848114760812f027e0a746ef4f67fd.jpg https://image.nostr.build/82d0bc2d277b93b512ebb672cdf2a0b29911256502561f408b5e9fd6041c247c.jpg


My bike broke
My water pump broke
My car broke
My microwave broke
My electric kitchen broke
The blender broke

No food for the cat
Just enough for a stu
Two eggs of the day
A promise of payment
A job undone

Borrowed car autonomy 15kms of gas.

And I will be proud someday of not selling any Satoshi.

Bring me more challenge, fuck you , winter!


When government subsided food it meant to regulate cattle behaviour.
Because money printer think in terms of cattle behaviour, not profit.
Why would they want money if they create it from thin air.

Cattle behaviour


You are all welcome


I dream about founding a town in los Andes mountains.
Have a timberframe house with a big hall.
And a grand piano.
And a workshop to create.
And in winters paint.


Also after fixing the piano I am more gay and my house is more messy... And I have less hair
Just thought


Send pianos I will fix them


I was 28 and I almost lose a finger with a circular saw.
I point towards a new direction since then, haha.
Worst things can be the best and vice versa


Before and after

https://video.nostr.build/e577227ae92a6f4b5747362d9eae9542de35620f911c5cb4e81a4bfc31ad3ecc.mp4

https://video.nostr.build/e301fb7932a3c0b5604a442fef61cc24dd4309ee88a07dbc5abd2992d5669da5.mp4


That is bentonite clay. You can eat it and it helps cleaning heavy metal and toxins from the body.
It is the most water absorbing clay


This is me and the Rio Negro.
And the desert.
https://image.nostr.build/775a94120c5bf75a8e454165f4f430d6029e8691806462bd6b65302428adb32e.jpg


This was a couple of years ago. Still building the house.
All the windows face north because we receive the winter sun (southern hemisphere)

https://video.nostr.build/810c79e18bf4dcaca1de31f910c6da58569448cb228734de5db021d3795aed69.mp4


I built these three. From little to larger.
https://m.primal.net/KbVu.jpg


https://m.primal.net/KbVl.jpg https://m.primal.net/KbVi.jpg https://m.primal.net/KbVh.jpg   https://m.primal.net/KbVf.jpg


Today it was very windy. This picture was not today but it is very similar.
https://m.primal.net/KbVE.jpg


The golden ratio unfinished playhouse
https://m.primal.net/KbUO.jpg


A golden ratio box
https://m.primal.net/KbUk.jpg


Some golden ratio table in the making. It was made with recycled roof beams
https://m.primal.net/KbUe.jpg


Some pipes and their golden ratio stand.
I am all into golden ratio
https://m.primal.net/KbUc.jpg


Some whittling spoons
https://m.primal.net/KbUV.jpg


These were golden ratio based bird houses

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


I just heard my two year old kid cry of hunger again.
We never have food for breakfast. It's just on special occasions.
We seldom have cookies for tea or fruits or nuts.
I just realised one of the reasons I quit playing football this winter was because I couldn't afford proper nutrition for my kids and not even close to fullfil my needs as an athlete. That was one of the reasons, but there was more.

When fiat third world economy crashes you eat what it is subsidized by government. And government promotes eating what makes better slaves.
Sugar, flour, oil. Starch in general.

And I know my responsibilities when I own a little land where I could homestead.
But that is not fast process to do in a desert.

Yet years pass and I feel tired.
God knows how much salt and pepper I use to be able to make dishes a little bit tastier.
God knows the hurries and emergencies to preserve the fruits of the summer.

I lost my dogs. I couldn't care for them. Nor in health or sickness. I couldn't afford food or medical assistance in illness.
Last winter I lost one, and I lost the other one this winter.
I just have a cat glad that he can hunt on his own when I cannot give any food or it is not pleased with our starchy leftovers.

I then began to think: who is next? And wondering what could I do if I some of my kids fall ill.
Or not being so dramatic, I ask myself what could I do to to grow and allow them to develop.

Winter has been awful. Each year gets worst. Because of all I said, and cold, no heating system other than fire wood in a desert where trees are freaking scarce. So it is very labour intense for me.
I don't despise winter in itself. It is the structure that I care about.
Can you have a cozy place to rest and paint while you prepare for spring? I try my best to.
Yet every year turns harder.

Just imagine living each day on its own. Finding food as a thousand year old hunter gatherer but in modern day dystopia.

My mother got ill... She is in bed since January. Her retirement pension cover the expenses of caretakers. Leaving aside her presence and smile that I valued the most, she used to help us in all she could. Caring for the kids and cooking and we helped eachother a lot.

(Special mention to the things that break and I cannot afford to repair as the washing machine and the kitchen and the microwave and the water pump and my car)
(Special mention to all the projects I left unfinished because I cannot have food in my house)

So in the middle of the solstice I collapsed. I fell in bed and could not get up for ten days. No money, no food, no wood for the fire. It was sad for me. And I realised how fragile I am and how fragile my household can be.
My wife took good care of me, my inlaws helped aswell and a friend brought a bit of wood for the fire.
Though we couldn't skip the hard coldness of the house and the empty fridge.

I purged nicely. Didn't eat in seven days. It cleared my mind. But it weakened me a lot. Yet when I obliged myself to eat again because I was very weak, I knew that was the worst that could happen and it just passed by.
Some relief.

I can say I fully recovered more than a month later.

I don't want to experience that again.
And I really want to leave this place. I feel it is not good for me and my family to suffer any more. We deserve better and my kids need a place to grow and develop any aspirations they have.

I am looking for opportunities and  asylum(?)" Is that more dramatic?
I will be selling my stuff here, making a little saving if the conditions allow me.
But enough is enough


This year has been really tough in economic terms.
I will tell in the comments if you want to keep reading.
But as a testimony of what it was for me and my family I want to write it.
Another way of putting it. I know I was on a hellish place yet I trust the reasons why it happened to me and my family. And I am certain things will improve.


I've been painting some trashy comic
https://image.nostr.build/49ff5abfbc69731bfe1c58c3a3f3cae42b4ab66c33db8d307313f217b945b5ab.jpg
https://image.nostr.build/65e9c045e394290569ca76d4c4275dc149ef32ce766a4fcadb614724a8d7dc70.jpg
https://image.nostr.build/e07f72c11a3214b109cc2f6c4523b37eeaa47b0bef91293fec9dec1b710e3859.jpg

https://image.nostr.build/68dd26705cdef5eccbdbb348df25fb189bc95968e35ab401742708db2376dee5.jpg


There is some wild grass but it is not very kind feeling I guess. It's really rustic. And I would really want a grass I could sink myself in.
I've been trying to bring that one wild grass and it was difficult too.
Summer is really really hot and dry and windy.


And this is now the stripped naked little workshop and the big playhouse punished by seasons and unfinished. We are used to have 100plus km/h winds. So you better nail and tie your roof
https://image.nostr.build/68ab07918663b96b0787bcce812b56a777e99384f04ebc1f69e3d18f8b6857e3.jpg


This is my house now.
All very wabi sabi.
There is the little mud house on the left of the picture. And the big brick house annex
I hope some grass to grow there. I love grass so much but this is a windy desert so it's really difficult to grow
https://image.nostr.build/01f4fd8f9cc417fae570f4cbd574d29a2b55ccdbdf2d95defa0e6d03b270506d.jpg


IMHO:

nostr:nevent1qqswn92x7ak53xkwks34cula42znkgcpre54q5nxrf4xxwrh5zs2rqgpz4mhxue69uhkummnw3ezummcw3ezuer9wchsygyr9g4nem6tza2vff6h99j2gndkf5v7ma38a3z30x63n599at5pnypsgqqqqqqsm6pvh9


https://youtu.be/ieV9CFHhcmk?si

This one is private so you will have privilege access to it.
That was me pre season training
I also played football in the highest level available while building.


https://youtu.be/aoG-l61O53E?

This is me building a workbench while I was building the large house


That was like 6 years ago.
I was building and taking care of my piano.
I definitely play better now even though I have one less finger


I've been thinking about selling some corn to buy a camera to create more art.
I have one oldie Sony camera with a couple of issues .
I created some videos.
I would like to interview some folk and I need something that records for longer time.
And I would like to record my meditations on the piano


This is the horse I carved.
Looks much nicer varnished amd installed

https://video.nostr.build/c48b57a79c8cd3233e227874c3b661ce934df109ad06caeeb193b07b76467151.mp4


This is me on the second floor of the playhouse building, https://video.nostr.build/5b9db977265bde75e45f7dec2510ea12cb849cc97d637f1956bf360a9a6e32df.mp4 looking at the earthen tiny house and the newly made foundations of the big brick house.


Some building witchery
https://image.nostr.build/653c478b8666f2143bcb601411321c62c322ced78449998568c597e9c8b5a887.jpg


This is me proud and bragging about my thirdworldly carpentry
https://image.nostr.build/8ca3818644261b429d47165585560b8be1c0bf13b8a3cc94d0b9f1a13f7a7c57.jpg


It has a little door on the inside leading to the slide.
I will brag about how I built this 100% alone. And will also brag about how I managed to get some 7meters tall post up and in place.

Then I carved some details. There is a portrait of my dog and a horse but I don't have pictures of pf the horse now.

 https://image.nostr.build/c3c9da73dc78d98ad700ce4590dc92b15cef74098a0c204c8bf374df893cc9e1.jpg

https://image.nostr.build/a62d7ceaffb77742c92556049018f8d50081fd19b27df19209f25c70d4bc1653.jpg


While I was building the large brick house I started this playhouse for my children.
We imagined big and fun.
And beautiful (I used golden propotions for design)

Unfortunately I couldn't finish it yet. Long years of economic struggle have passed and I could not afford to continue. Some parts of the playhouse have broken due to being unfinished under fast winds...

But I am gathering materials to build the stair and repair and maybe finish it
 https://image.nostr.build/c22cde6b1935ef685ba422725cdfa2299ed3569fff1af2bd4dbdee0dc9df2183.jpg

https://image.nostr.build/ff4068eaf547befcf787d6352b55a9afe60e236f72d533dca9b0fc078d6a9ab6.jpg


Follow your heart


As part of the foundation for the posts. You can see here in the picture: https://image.nostr.build/82e111af3abb535f15e16efbb668d3265ae16994e9f15b27f86ab62f879b92cd.jpg

"The tire Foundation book" I found online back then.
It solved a problem for me because I have rising humidity from the ground due to being below the level of a water channel going by 50 meters away from home. So water is almost at ground level because my land is a couple of meters below.

So the tire is filled with compacted gravel. And the post is just on top. That way I think (as I studied back then) no rising of water should happen.
It could have been just rock masonry stem wall or just a large boulder as foundation.
But there aren't angled square stones or large boulders around. So it was cheaper easier and practical to use tires.

For the house I failed to build I used 25  truck tires 1meter in diameter filled with gravel. But as I said. It was demolished after all. I still have some tires and I use them for exercise


A true man builds a castle for his lady


And about the long dark winter....
I experienced the worst winter of my life this year.
I will not fall into details or make a victim of myself but let's just say I am not a bit afraid of a winter in a place like Norway....


Thanks. I will then!


I would be in paradise then.
I cannot stop looking lustfully at container bins and garbage cans in search for a bit of wire, wood or something to make something.


This is one of the few videos of him around.

https://vimeo.com/35690396?turnstile=0.lxKhN6CU8d3tQeiwlZaXOzMbUiq_QDqWQijxYYDuG3OdNCLe9oWE7RMKEqvhwtI8aTxwzwU_96mRe0bdKpAz_Fzs1wqa_lHuGdsms3P0v5F5Bu-BWTDrDdBaKqkTabL9AAPUk6R22XTXDYQyYutKoucm5gXrSfkADtEeRjN7ch4Cxi9JY0PIYDQV90FkQjwHwx__yhDhCwnzZrK8rAEutFBcJby4wWK6zQ4SrlET2cJ3CRQvc-sI2fOeiIBUhocbS-9VN1hv5T0kuFFFhqpfQ-2MWEGz3fXaNNKq9WU78jtWtLn85jgMHMwWdZNl8PONWnKAIlwRMgFYc0st9_QG_97mIiRzQLGAYNJzdIMKQ72sfGTnQfjACws9qBArqbxwneArqYrI8Fh206WfiHkNO0kg7Kzlq6a8B5MAv8JWIUg.GGaaI92zG0HE5ScIW9u6Ng.81e333d3e14bc1ec9432088a413771d53b9d7c258dd0023f8bc6fc937e64c9ff


This is one of the few pictures I have of Raul.
https://image.nostr.build/15a22aff1d62ae6cc7c3527ec30d60ff2a4b0182486c0e3cbaa0b6627a2bce68.jpg
I lost most of the pictures in a hard drive accident

He is a friend of my father.
There are no words to describe his work. It's near a mystical experience. Psychedelic.
Visiti his workshop and his house reveals layers upon layers of wizardry and work and genius.
Details of his hands and embellishments all around. As he carved every inch of his home.
And created countless instruments with such delightful finishes and care.


Never drown in a glass of water.
I am nothing compared to the old folk I was inspired by.
I wish I could share. In fact I will stay tuned.


Barefeet orgasm mud dancing


Thanks for the zaps and good vibes.
It keeps me posting.
I love you all.
Proof of work always


Lastly I want to say:
That little unfinished house there was the second attempt.
I failed the first one.
Failed big.
I had to demolish it.
I attempted a big cob house. Different technique. Very big for a single human building it with barefeet. After a year or so I had little little progress and a lot of despair because we were homeless. My wife and daughter were living apart in a bedroom at my inlaws'.
Some drive I had.
I failed and tried again. More humble. Step below.
But never give up.
The way is the reward. https://image.nostr.build/592645eb58d12b59178a857cb94333b1ea0d8861208e62138dd5d91033a8c6c3.jpg


Muddy summers those were. Very fun and primal feeling . Ancestral I would say.
Never miss a chance to step on mud https://image.nostr.build/abbdc5f09704dd847bab643b41331542648585a6e1b430bef69d72d32ae00424.jpg


Thanks. Now it's not that orderly.
But it's been working for the last ten years


This is the inside view of the earthen house. Very tiny. We used to sleep on a futon.
One day I had to take my piano to another place because it was so big in there.
Now that room is a little studio for computer and painting and it has a spare bed for anyone wanting to visit https://image.nostr.build/0cd6cf714969ce1830cf6622e89efd231f1952d5f44132052cf8d39396b418c5.jpg

https://image.nostr.build/b00b13e6b24ce5155d2cb7fb33cc10d538800785dab9beef93fa7687a0cc961a.jpg


This is my piano tuner and repair tool box.
Almost every tool I created myself. For tuning repair and regulations.
The only tool I bought is the tuning wrench. Not because I didn't make it.
I had to buy one because I was embarrassed if clients saw the ones I made.
I made two wrenches. One I gifted it away and the other one I turned into the extracting pin wrench you see top right of the picture.
They were really ugly wrenches and I thought it looked unprofessional.
The USA made was very very expensive for me back then https://image.nostr.build/5566e71e5f5463a701bb35230008e268b3517925d3414b99922187af091ca1c9.jpg


And this was the guitar I started building there and finished a couple of years later.
Red Cedar, walnut, lenga, quebracho. https://image.nostr.build/0713c9874a78c61f8bf9d27612e327a1a7d5680ba64f68eff231144468f280e5.jpg


It was me and my daughter roofing the workshop https://image.nostr.build/2dd1a90a4cbcf5126e5b67c52ec10d60faf901a24f7023391c1af421d09cbdfd.jpg


This was the little workshop when it was dressed in mud. Then I peeled that layer to make it lighter to move it.
Then I added a wood layer that I peeled now for the second movement. Now I don't know what to do.
https://image.nostr.build/a6dc108b7b8e9292956cb324a55af1ff3364ddfc8eb9975aa43bd7f935d76783.jpg


This was the door I recycled for the tiny house.
It was rotten at the knob and hardware.
It was made of poplar, softwood
And I repaired it with walnut with the bird and the rabbit silhouette https://video.nostr.build/7749e25aa5bd7a1f055201e5c86c1098a4efb188eda594a4113bf0bf906da1a8.mp4


Hug hug thanks thanks!!!!?


This was my little workshop back then. My dear dog passed away last winter.
https://image.nostr.build/d9fff89cd6cee7ae332965988305a026c4fd26fe856345aa2061ee0d4f9f8e9e.jpg
Since then I moved the tiny building twice. First because it was in the way of the new house building. And the second time because of blessed Feng Shui
Dragged it with a truck and then lever and guts and a bit of hydraulic jack.


This is when the house was just a new. Still no paint in the walls.
I repaired that piano. Also, pin bi pin each string out and back again until it tuned. Like 220 of them. It took me more than a month https://image.nostr.build/0896f55eda63810f60dd87a9f2715963b2ae6866c21813d890c1b80835accb39.jpg


Thanks for the boost it makes me so happy


This one is the new one.
It was made with bricks and mortar. Just standard process and not cracking my head up solving each day a different puzzle as it was when I was building with mud. https://image.nostr.build/bef744ca18c469d0a06af35179c72f845e041a45070440687ad302850df8ce24.jpg


This was the little house.
Really cozy and tiny.
We lived there three or four years
Ball dancing our ways because we barely fitted in.

https://image.nostr.build/4c6871c3c200d2868aa90d5f2833d61500851c6bf26d21e433e8c408ec779a7d.jpg


Thousands of bricks.
This was during scamdemic https://image.nostr.build/f896eeaeace2fefc2447d607101e6160d14687c78aec4452a1d01ffee99fe254.jpg


That one little house I made 99% myself on my own.
And this one was built right in front of it, including it to the whole big house I built.
This one required the expert hands of my fellow friend and builder, Edu https://image.nostr.build/2c9fe573cf95b5ac229fabb9fc3f350eff1f63d0a8043b98a8b8389b5a5c7f0e.jpg .
I just did the brute force and hard work. And the design. And the woodwork.


Yes,
I microdosed it.
It was a fun week but I had enough, haha


Yes!
I do play a bit...
I have two pianos of my own. Both received as "gifts" when they were about to be thrown to the garbage.
I just improvise and meditate while playing.
Play piano, play life.
Thanks for all those sats!!


Recycled doors and windows. Cheapest wood around. Waste wood from mills https://image.nostr.build/13b22a7698840c1d8e51f020929f7604c1049afb0c3e7cc7bb0f25ba94b1c3ee.jpg
Round logs.
Recycled car tires.
Stone.
Mud
Straw
https://image.nostr.build/5803a87492dbfff5d372cc6cf56241080fbab4adafa48ec78731c3c4f6160e34.jpg


And yes, I was literally homeless.
Building my house with whatever I could https://image.nostr.build/fd27a821e1f489777f376689b9244b87cf822b3e485d9404a2811f534fed49e0.jpg


Earthen house is built as a hobo and lived as a king https://image.nostr.build/59e28af0ceffbdb97669cb36e9badb9156b9e5460e8953c3534f8df1fb55a245.jpg


That was me when I was building my earthen house.
I did lost a bit of my mind.
I was also finishing a woodworking job at my father in law's house.
Imagine being him and having a son in law like this https://image.nostr.build/8e07192a8ac3fc81ce12ef20ae68c3c778eb80d250af0f3d0b12a068701ac4f4.jpg


Indeed. Thanks!


Be God in the shape of a man


Do not drown in a glass of water


Do not drawn in a glass of water


I know it works out for most people.
It could be just bending the back a bit more and work harder and strive better and follow orders.
Just take another blow. Offer the country the other cheek.

And I really appreciate what this struggle taught me. And my problems were my teachers.

Yet I want some adventures


I'm a woodworker in a land with no trees .
I'm a footballer in the most densely crowded footballer place in the world.
I'm a piano tuner in a place where people have to juggle between eating or paying the bills.
I don't think I can endure another winter


I mean.
I see Norway for example.
And I really like what I see
Points in favour:
Woodworking
Tradition
Landscapes.

Also I would like to expand my football practice and perhaps take it to a different level


I've been thinking about moving to a Scandinavian country...
Any thoughts?
Any nostriches there?
No reason in particular just the hunch, and want to experience a couple of things my country cannot give me


If you're new here, welcome to the shit show.
 You can do whatever you want. Don't self censor. Post what you are interested in. Don't worry about pleasing anyone here,  you can tell them to fuck off or mute them.

To start:
-I'd follow as many people as you can at first and then weed the ones you don't like out of your feed.
-Explore all the clients (some are only ios or android) you will find a favorite.
-Explore the OTher Stuff. You can find it by going to nostrapps.com
- If you don't understand or are confused (we all are at some point) ask nostr and tag it #asknostr. Most all want to help you figure it out.
-Lastly, we like to say Good Morning 🫂 (#coffeechain), Good Afternoon 🌤, and Good Night 😴. People will say it back to you.

To all the veterans, feel free to add if I missed something.

#introductions


I rearranged my little workshop again https://image.nostr.build/43b75e41d834186e4cd72006ed1e22f1f78a4a7e4e743e889ddb71174d8c897c.jpg


I'll zap myself because I'm such a good fellow


I'm fixing this old piano by the third world way.
You take each one of the pins and strings out and place a little piece of a special kind of sandpaper on the hole.
Then it can be tuned back.
This is done whenever the piano cannot hold the tuning or even be tuned.
One by one so we don't ruin the overall tension of the piano.
And they last another lifetime in being tuned after this.
This is the third world way of doing it because I've seen first worlders changing pins to larger size and strings and even replacing pinblocks.
And even I've seen videos of pianos being shredded and thrown to the garbage. That's a crime against humanity.

I just take my time and save them. I earn a little less than the value of a cheap used piano.
So it's a bit of an act of love and a seed for pianos to be alive.
 https://image.nostr.build/70a5df45f2060a4cdc9eb1fe9b842879ffe14507e6339b846a165322c6288042.jpg


I got my hands into a fistful of dry amanita muscaria mushrooms.
I made them into 250mg pills (0,25g)
And I started with the lowest dose and then I increased it daily.
I took 1gram today.
And these days have been awesome.
Increased productivity strength vigour motivation.
Truly a gift.
I did more these couple if days than in the whole winter.
Get your hands on them if you are wise and prudent and use them as nutrition https://image.nostr.build/cd16066322960f2e5ea27f98e96f0cc609dca2325095dc945e274c10027d0da2.jpg


We deposit a lot of faith in hellish things.
We trust demonic plans as they were the only ones.
We speak of, think of, dream of evil things and their deployment all over the world.
Curses, spells, enchantments.

We can turn that energy around.
Be of rainbow heart.
Be of clear and easy thought. Humble and not so smart ass.
Be of wonder and awe to the world.
Inocent. As children.
Trust heavenly figures. Trust evolution and growth.
Trust healing.
Have faith


"It's late for pessimism" I heard.

And I know it sounds cliché and new agey. Yet it is confirmed in all my experiences.

"Everything goes well with good thoughts" is an ancient Mapuche proverb.


And pretty much that account is what I am trying to portray in my painting.
I'm missing some things and I am not virtuous or disciplined artist. But I made an agreement to create art of my journeys


And pretty much that account oa what I am trying to portray in my painting.
I'm missing some things and I am not virtuous or disciplined artist. But I made an agreement to create art of my journeys


I want to tell the story of my Ayahuasca trip.
Or at least make some points.

I know all my dreams and desires will be fulfilled and present.
I descended to hell and saw the most dystopic shit you can imagine.
I saw how I participated in the creation of dystopia in my present.
I had a regression to my early early childhood almost newborn.
And I recognised one of the fundamental traumas of my life and how it affects me now.
I also saw how that trauma was being passed for at least 3 generations down to me from my ancestors.
I laughed and rejoiced in the unconditional love I was experiencing.

That was through the night.

Through the day, when we drank the medicine, I experienced an out of body experience and went to a different planet or plane to a greeting ceremony with very wise and ancient beings.
And after I returned to my body on earth I saw plenty of UFOs and angels in the sky. They communicated with me in telepathic ways and told me they were coming to see us and show support because what we were doing was really important for evolution and consciousness.

They showed me what I fear most. And taught me only love can heal the world.

Love yourself first. You have only one relationship.
And then love and care .
All we want and all we need and all we are is love.
Acknowledge


Well this is old now, because I almost finished the painting.
I enjoy the process so much

https://video.nostr.build/8a0eec92b0049c1af4e6601107574c07e263b41e8b462cacb681aa0b19c6c453.mp4


This is a phoenix for the use of embers and smokes, so you can cleanse rooms and ceremonies

https://image.nostr.build/c1ac0046ed0ff1aeb8d418fa31a4f80b0a8503d520e9f6d996db40c8ab4023b3.jpg


Work in progress about the last ayahuasca journey https://image.nostr.build/5c7f10352a6982a2db897b9e4edac6160ac2eaf47e0018828eb6d85803e924cc.jpg


Mow he is traveling to Oman to become professional and I'm helping him by giving all the sats I've collected through Nostr.
Funny memes and shitposting can save lives.
I'm happy to be able to do it, and as an exercise of freedom and opportunity.
From all over the world those sats came to me. Who knows.
And now those are going to be of help.
Pure freedom


I have a fellow footballer friend in Nigeria
We have been speaking and friends for about 4 years now.
He is young hardworking player.
Very wise and humble.
I really like to speak to him and share football wisdom and tips.


I'm here 4 nights a week.
No joke I got used to it and it is the best for overall health and good sleep (once you get used to it). Sleep like a dog.
Sell bed. Stack sats. https://image.nostr.build/26c4200019babe3c7988aed290468963dc3c95d68350b0d6eedde97879121c47.jpg


Fuck it I'll zap


Isn't now time to zap us all due to sensations of cheap zapping?
Tight asses occur when mooning


Good morning all.
Have faith in heavenly forces.
You have faith and you use it. That is undeniable.
But where does it flow? Where do you deposit it?


I celebrated my birthday in my workshop.
We drank traditional cacao with magic fungi mocrodose.
And we shared good sweet cakes and yerba mate.
And then we played some Truco cards https://image.nostr.build/0220c91296ed08a024592b7ac71b63089b763d4ef09636173b02242e37e514e4.jpg


Last before I leave to start my day.
It was my birthday.
It would be nice of you:
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And this is a beautiful picture of Rama and Aldi giving the medicine.
They can receive satoshis since I orange pilled them

https://image.nostr.build/c4ba131957f2eb3baec197c1944616e3f1d5ec3d23c7f11a47244ddb34a19e5c.jpg


The mother earth celebrations and offerings are done through August because nature is starting to wake up from the long winter.


And yesterday we celebrated Pachamama day.
Mother earth the all giver and the all eater.
It is celebrated through offerings and ceremonies. And we should be doing all through this month.

I did mine for the first time.
In my land I dug a hole the shape of a vesica pisces representing the mouth of mother earth.
And I buried an offering containing all foods and spices and herbs and plants and fungi and brews I was grateful for.
Also this offering represents the trust in mother earth that she receives and will give back accordingly, multiplied all the things that we gave.
It represents the necessary reciprocity with life and our creator.

https://image.nostr.build/44acb112dd19fd4428fbb2226912b183809294394ea72375093f99365110e44a.jpg


For anyone not wondering, I turned 33 years old.
I'm on my peak football form.
Not a promise.
An actual truth


Morning Folks.
Pretty glad to be here.
I'm going to celebrate my birthday today.
I will open my workshop to anyone willing to come and offer hot chocolate and guitars to strum.
It shall be a nice day


Why did I see angels and alien flower like ships in the sky?
I synchronized with it.
In a lot a lot of ways


So many opportunities there in ceremony.
I've met some of the coolest and wisest folk around with lots of unexpected things to create together. So there is a nice tapestry of people and relationships happening that improves everyone's lives


When I saw flowerescence alien ships in the sky, I was laying down in the grass and I understood something about perception openness and faith.

I trusted 100% in the good ways of God and the spirit worlds and I had received some blessings through the journey. Trust we must. Trust we do, always.
But what do we trust?
We trust abstract bullshit news and concepts thrown at us by the media.
We trust in humans doing good or evil deeds on TV. Politicians for bad and good. We trust those things change our lives and modify our behaviours. We have so much faith in evil..

Yet we don't realise and we don't trust (and observe yourself clenching in some subtle disgust gesture when I write the following:)
Angels, spirit guides, ascended masters, wise wizards, elemental, gods, semi-gods, interdimensional beings, and an infinite array of living entities all around us.

Yet we trust banks, economic plans, gossip, elites manipulating reality, agendas.
We deposit our faith somewhere and we see the consequences.

We must clean our perception and our interpretation of reality.
And see it as the miraculous infinite eternal experience it is.
Even in difficulties there is a chance to shift our perception hence shift reality.


If it's calling you, go for it!

I did it twice and it is so beautiful and rich experience. My favourite by far.

Where are you and is there ayahuasca around?

We are so far away here from the Amazon jungle.
It is a miracle to encounter a medicine like that here.


This is an account of a vision dream I had and its teaching.
I will explain further in the next notes:

I had become almost a monkey. Brute, ignorant and dumb. I was in my home but always with my phone in my hands. I was dark skinned goblinesque and my wife was the same.
my children were around, normal as they are, not changed at all.
But we were hideous.
We were all day long playing with our phones in these social media networks. filling ourselves with anxiety and information. Fullfiling tasks and clicking nonstop. Feeling the rewards and red hearts of dopamine pursuit.
Our children were playing around as usual and sometimes they had needs, but we got mad at them. And explained to them in a very rough manner that we were doing that for them. And that someday sometime we were going to be famous and succesful because we would win the game.
And we yelled at them to leave us alone and don't bother.
And we became more ignorant and dumb.
In a burst of fury I grabbed my little son by the shoulders to ask him to stop it, to calm down.
And when I saw him. He wasn't there.
He was just a bunch of code. Just a bunch of Zuckenbergian simbols and icons.
He was covered in that and not alive. I looked around and saw all my house and all reality was covered in those symbols as neo sees the green code of the matrix but it was filled with the social media algorythms and little pictures and icons.
And my son was dead and inert behind that layer of perception.
And I woke up

Be very careful because the game can take posession of our perception. And then we measure infinite eternal and miraculous life through the values and measures of nonhuman things.
And we lose our minds and we get more and more dumb and hypnotized. Thinking one day in the future we will meet fortune. Not knowing fortune is all around and in us.
And the way we see creates reality because all there is is consciousness.


I had an encounter with abuelita Ayahuasca two weeks ago.

It was deep and beautiful.
I descended to hell and saw the most horrible dystopic things you could imagine. To realise what I was afraid of and how to walk away from it.
And also I ascended to the heavens and had encounters with the most beautiful and wise beings of the entire galaxy.

Man, it was beautiful....!


I'm going to write here a vision I had two weeks ago in ayahuasca ceremony:

"I had become almost a monkey. Brute, ignorant and dumb. I was in my home but always with my phone in my hands. I was dark skinned goblinesque and my wife was the same.
my children were around, normal as they are, not changed at all.
But we were hideous.
We were all day long playing with our phones in these social media networks. filling ourselves with anxiety and information. Fullfiling tasks and clicking nonstop. Feeling the rewards and red hearts of dopamine pursuit. Like gambling and gambling in a casino like game
Our children were playing around as usual and sometimes they had needs, but we got mad at them. And explained to them in a very rough manner that we were doing that for them. And that someday sometime we were going to be famous and succesful because we would win the game.
And we yelled at them to leave us alone and don't bother.
And we became more ignorant and dumb.
In a burst of fury I grabbed my little son by the shoulders to ask him to stop it, to calm down.
And when I saw him. He wasn't there. He was like a dead thing.
He was just a bunch of code. Just a bunch of Zuckenbergian simbols and icons.
He was covered in that and not alive. I looked around and saw all my house and all reality was covered in those symbols as neo sees the green code of the matrix but it was filled with the social media algorythms and little pictures and icons.
And my son was dead and inert behind that layer of perception.
And I woke up

Be very careful because the game can take posession of our perception. And then we measure infinite eternal and miraculous life through the values and measures of nonhuman things.
And we lose our minds and we get more and more dumb and hypnotized. Thinking one day in the future we will meet fortune. Not knowing fortune is all around and inside us.
And the way we see creates reality because all there is is consciousness."


I noticed I don't post on here half as much as the I do centralised algo apps. I couldn't figure out why.

And now I know why.. I pick my phone up, doom scroll, then 20/30 minutes later I'll put my phone down. Within about 30 seconds the centralised algo app will buzz me with a notification to say "You might like this from Karen"

So my stupid monkey brain is intrigued. Picks the phone up again (like it's a banana) and I'm not even interested in what Karen is doing. I notice 'Tony' has a new role at work and click on his page with my monkey paw. Then suddenly an hour has gone by. I notice an article, I'll read that. It was rubbish (most of the time) - I'm frustrated.

But keep going back.

And I've not even thought about Nostr once, even though I think I know it's value - it represents what i think i represent - freedom, self sovereignty,  Bitcoin etc.

I'll sometimes even flick through the other centralised algo apps before I put my phone down and not once go through my Nostr feed, even though I love it.

The other apps are like crack (i imagine). But the crack is not even good. And I keep chasing the cheap dopamine hits from them. Like a social media junkie.

I've quit so many things before, like smoking and drinking. Toxic women. Shitcoins. Social Media is one thing I truly struggle with.

So I'm going to wein myself off it - one day at a time. I read somewhere that it takes 3 weeks to form a new habbit.

Or 21 days.

So here it goes #21daysOfNostr

Posting everyday. 🫡🧡


65 million years old fossils. This land is bottom of the ancient seas just in the middle of the desert.
https://image.nostr.build/c23e35f84cb57e8c5061be10f037a3c192cdfe52189b0a56739abef9ad826df8.jpg


I had a dream about a politician being literally a rat morphing being. In a suit bigger than it should be. Great empty space inside the fake body.
And the rat just spoke and told his lies. Mendicant and begging.
And whenever the rat said something very shameful it just tucked its head inside the giant fake body suit and waited for grudge to go. And it would just pop out again and tell something even more outrageous.

And I said:
Can't you see it's just a rat in a suit???
https://image.nostr.build/6b1b86abae5d0209c6443bfeb1d779fc45e52d79a4865e4948624f9e2f0e38bd.jpg


Halloooo.
I hAd my phone broken yet again.
My spirit guides telling me something.
Yet again I fixed it. Had it fixed.
Glad to be here!


Seems like we are going to have some fútbol


"The artist’s task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. Because of the artists, who are self-selected, for being able to journey into the Other, if the artists cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found."

Terence McKenna


People paying 2500Usd for a ticket.......
Something is not right


Futbol
Fulbo


decentralize music distribution nostr:note17dq7c78klaexe2zu8egqcky7gutqkpjtr89uufh2p0azy6tfzaaqp4kaap


“The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.”

— Galadriel, Lord of the Rings https://image.nostr.build/f64c1f6e374fcee34f5e600e51f74fcb7aa0ec1d0601184b14ba09b80f9af157.jpg https://image.nostr.build/b690cd7ce5fa2bc610051f66cc1af76b1420338d9b94567e947b05738ec6de75.jpg


I will be zapping what I have. Follow me and boost and I will zap as much as I can.

All my sats now belonged to folk who zapped me first so.
Let's do it


En General Roca Rio Negro.
Hace un frío descomunal y no tengo gas. A pura leña


Yeah!
Not three chimneys. The center one is the exhaust chimney but the other ones are conducing heat to the bedrooms.
 "Salamandra a Leña Qutral patagónica P15000"


It's very very cold here. But there's Love.

No kidding this is one of the coldest places on earth and I am starting to be tired of it. Haha

But also there is love. https://image.nostr.build/0174f3cc61012b9294800fa7219dc0a639610dc035a862f164a900d33b3219a9.jpg


That's the tax cage for communist country


Hello again folks.
I had my phone broken again.
And I was pretty sick.
But I'm okay now.
And phone could be fixed


I don't know if I posted this one but https://image.nostr.build/b0d2ab4b6c7c74043daf6436cb5e93a68db69954fbe6f672d5e9cf97c20e9c58.jpg


You made me google it. Nice one


Morning all.
Last 10 days if minimum sunlight here in southern hemisphere.


And another key element in asking for a retribution is myself.
I invest time, energy and knowledge in it.
And I have to be away from my family for the night. And leave other obligations for the day.
 The fact that some of that reciprocity is energy coming to me also tunes me into the value for value frequency in which I will go and deposit there something I am and I truly value. Which is my service to the people.

I organize and work. I prepare myself. I gather the things and I talk to the people. They fundamentally trust me. I built that trust in that value for value direction.
I guide them and advise them based on my experiences and knowledge. And I guard them while they are vulnerable in their journeys. I guard the fire and the smokes and the altar. And I make sure they have the most safe and significant experience.

If I don't receive something in exchange for that I deplete myself and my family and I don't give value to those actions and knowledge myself. So I don't value myself, so I don't have appreciation for what I do. So in a negative loop I deliver a poor thing. I deliver that energy.


Besides, the fact that people have to deliver something of value at the door of a ceremony is a symbol in itself.
It tells he or she is really appreciating the time and effort that was invested in the event and it will be experienced accordingly.

I've done a couple of ceremonies where I didn't ask any money for it and there is still people that don't understand the level of surrender and appreciation it takes to be in a medicine wheel.

 Because lack of appreciation is lack of value and it is lack of reciprocity. So it can attract jesters and parasites.
It was a learning that I have gone through since I thought it had to be open to everyone for free.
But in the end these unappreciative folk tend to bother and stain the experience of the committed ones.
And it is a true lost of medicinal purposes.
Rather we are fewer but more understanding ones.
We speak the language of money and values and reciprocity


Does that sound cheap?
25Usd$ for a ceremony?

We wanted it to be accessible for people and considering this medicine is sacred we wanted to set a fair reciprocal mutual value for value price.


Sent I meant


The mushrooms ceremony is set and the invitations are set.
Every detail was in consideration and we came to some sets and settings.
The invitation works like a contract. So words must be precise.
That leaves no room for mischievous and lost ones. And sets the tone and key in which we as a medicinal orchestra of people must play.
Because we must unite in a general purpose of spending the night paying attention to the mushroom spirit


Always chop wood and carry water https://image.nostr.build/ab1461e9c93eadf1231fe00296fd0f0c281d108adb2604b6c1eb4108ef223fc4.jpg


Helloooo

Preparation for the ceremony updates.

Place and date is set.
Invitation is written already.
I have to fix a retribution price for it. That will include the price for gram of mushrooms and a bit more to cover some other expenses like firewood and general organization.

Some people is interested in participating.
There are 3 confirmed.
Even though the invitation has not been released yet.


I've become a bit castanedian lately https://image.nostr.build/3c8248172bf843237dbb1f925ec5893fa81e76d4d596762b77b7bb3473da3387.jpg


Enough for tonight. I must sleep.
Always good to write here on Nostr.
It's a peace space. In which I feel free and safe to write whatever I want.
And I appreciate that a lot.
You are always in my heart.
Blessings and love!


I've done several of those journeys myself alone in the dark.
And I always found myself alone afterwards. No one to share a hug or a thought. It was good but not so good.
When a ceremony like that is accomplished among people in the purpose of having that experience at night, there is a sense of communion and brotherhood. Because each on their own but altogether went through the mystical experience. And we can smile at the end and hug eachother and share our visions for our lives and our intertwined worlds.
Share some foods, land safely, explain ourselves.
Sometimes people see the same thing at night and share a common astral plane and they see the same entities and spirits.


Thanks haha it's flattering


Haha... How ?
Like if I took the mushrooms already?

The ceremony starts when you decide you are going to participate in one.
So in the moment I decided to do this I started to trip naturally no entheogenic medicine needed.
Life's the trip


And after those visions, which sometimes are painful and you feel like going through a birth canal. Painful and grose and liberating.
After all that, which seems eternal because you sense yourself being trapped in that state, you can meet the other side by realising the cures and the aftermaths. You can get out of the birth canal realising you have to be born anew.
And aspiring to something better and even more conscious. To create more beautifully

The next step is to celebrate and laugh. Because it's all a big big cosmic joke. And because that felt like dying and you are alive. And your life is beautiful and chosen. And you wouldn't trade it for anything. And you laugh and celebrate because you realise all your troubles and crossroads can be danced away by being exactly who you want to be.
And you choose to.
And you deserve to.
And you love to.
And you intend so.

And present/future becomes brighter.
And past lighter.
And you want to share love with others and laugh and rejoice.
And luck is on your side


And it usually plays out as the most artistic event you are co-creating with the all permeating matrix of all there is.
It's you dialoguing with it in an intricate symbolic frequency way.
And it is a genius out of the bottle experience.
It shares a sense of urge, because you called it to do something, so having clear "what for" (aka your purpose and intention) is key. So you feel it saying "c'mon ask"

Because otherwise you will be lost in a circus of lights and patterns and fractals. So you better have a map and a thread to pull.

Anyway, after the genius spirit is gone, dreamlike vivid visions come.
And they speak about your life, and your path, and your errors, and your actions, and your relationships.
So you better pay attention, because those visions speak about what you did and what you have to do. And what you could be. You foresee, and you gain access to lost knowledge. You might confirm suspicions and access the memories of your ancestors.

Do not think the journey ended when the genius, the great spirit is gone. The great spirit comes for about an hour to your realm.