We are running out of places to run to.
We're going to end up huddled on reservations for Native Europeans.
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nostr:npub1ecdlntvjzexlyfale2egzvvncc8tgqsaxkl5hw7xlgjv2cxs705s9qs735 You haven't forgotten that you promised me a spot in your citadel, right?
haha, see... bitcoiners all talking about Citadels... that is the camp of the saints, and there will be one big one that will be remembered as the fulfillment of the Blessed City
Of course, how could I ?
Frens 🫶
Well, you know where to find me, when you make your Great Escape.
it makes me think about how i should figure into my plans for the future to build out space to accommodate a dozen or more people fleeing trouble for safety in my citadel plans
yes, "camps of the saints" it says it in Revelation - there is also a Blessed City, i'm very curious about where that might be.
btw, as i learned from portuguese, "camp" is from the vulgar latin "campo" which means a field, so you are already in a "campo de santos" right now
Ah, so you think the invasion is merely the End Times arriving?
Yes, this is a distinct possibility. 🤔
Well, I'm happy to face the End Times doped up, then. Beam me up, Scotty.
try to go easy on the meds of course but who can blame you
when you are tuned into the energies around you, you need a little buffer... getting out of the city is part of it, and sometimes the drugs are part of it...
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In a faraway land, on a forgotten mountain top, stands a willowy, robed figure. David Thrussell has weathered many storms, been lashed by violent torrents and burned flying too close to the blistering sun.
Once notorious as a provocative musician, prescient satirist and counter-cultural bellwether, today, due to radical and ultimately unsuccessful treatment regimes, Thrussell is essentially blind and incommunicado. Operating from his mountain Montsalvat, he may not be a direct apocalyptic analogue to doomsday prophets like David Koresh and Ted Kaczynski, but the comparison could well be forgiven in this rugged mountain compound of spartan silence and esoteric study.
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