Sending blessings on your journey. May we all widen our lens if perception and own and see what we've inherited clearly and hold each other accountable to transcending into alignment and integrity with higher order 🫂❤️‍🔥🌠

This is thousands of years old cellular memory... Too many distortions stacked up on top of year other generation over generation... What you are pointing to is the dis-funftion of the last few decades expression of current reality.

Women and Men are both in the relational field in relationship to their children, government and life itself.

Majority of families on earth today are dysfunctional.

It’s a multi-generational wound we carry as humanity.

It’s woven into the fabric of patriarchal society, and it wouldn’t be untrue to say the installed enslavement money paradigm is a contributing factor too.

There’s a micro and macro triangle family constellation of victims, perpetrators, and saviors that has corrupted the nervous system and connective tissue of humanity.

The remedy lies in taking responsibility and within our own healing of these dynamics first.

Opening our eyes to see and ears to hear, and returning back to the heart of truth, love, and compassion, within and without.

Zoom into family dynamics to see the state of the nation/world.

Maybe before loving your neighbor, love your relatives?

And maybe live and let live. Maybe she can live however she wants and maybe you can acknowledge that she's the one flying across whereever you are to be with ya'll - that's preparation, uprooting, hours before and after the actual flight dealing with traffic, airports etc. NOT YOU, so your contribution may be the least you can do? Guessing might be important for your wife to have her sister visit?

Good morning 🌞

I'm grateful for this day

Grateful for the roof over my head

Grateful for a warm place to rest

Grateful for the coffee in my hand

I am grateful! 🙏🏻

My mom has been a very stubborn case of orange-pill resistance.

She recently sent me photos of a beaded / diamond-style artwork she’s been working on… part of a three-piece series. I haven’t seen them in person yet, and the images are imperfect especially since I grabbed a screenshot with my nighttime blue-light filter on, so everything looks extra warm and red. Still the intricacy, care and time are obvious.

I asked her if she would ever sell them. She said they don’t sell for much and it wouldn't be worth her time and effort, so she mostly makes them for herself or as gifts.

I asked what price would make it worth it.

She said 450 euros.

So I asked her how many satoshis that would be.

She told me I should check.

I said no… she should.

That’s now my mom doing Bitcoin math.

She’s not sold on Bitcoin… but she’s now pricing her artwork in sats.

I’ll call that progress.

Now all that’s left is finding her a Bitcoin buyer 🙂 #orangepill

Came across this... Still relevant... Continuing to hone it in this year... The goal is building tangibly.

Not controversial in my worldview. I am yet to experience though.

💯 agree and I would really love to be provided for 💯 However, I haven't been united with the love of my life yet... 😌

I disagree... The coward thing is myth... Check this...

https://primal.net/e/nevent1qqsg8x52wrszcsh7wd88gxxynt7gskp3dqa2x48n25grrh0s8tc3yycjg5sqm

You are funny 😆

What about it is unfortunate?

I actually didn’t know about this piece of #Nostr lore… very cool to stumble on it in the nostr:nprofile1qqsxse7cn88xkemm3yzjvqk0up9pvhexhd4p5cusx405jlu7uh9s09spzemhxue69uhkzarvv9ejumn0wd68ytnvv9hxgqg4waehxw309ajkgetw9ehx7um5wghxcctwvs8c2ltl book 📚✨

The world is being refactored in real time. Not just programming… livelihood, meaning, contribution, belonging, safety. The “manual” is missing for everyone, even the people who look like they’re winning. Some just have a runway that hides the terror.

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Dang. I wanna know your grandma. She sounds hip!

That's valuable Intel. I am sorry this is triggering frustration. Yeah, it feels concerning.

(written and shared apprx. 4 years ago...)

Random Dhyana (contemplation) further integrating...

Back in 2019 I was praying with grandma Ayahuasca... All night in full darkness ceremony in a room with very high vaulted ceiling. I always am seated right across the tall situated window on the wall behind the altar and most often almost always commune with the shimmering stars and moon, tree people and wild nature spirits outside who call my name at some point in the night or early morning.

At some point in the night, I could see the Moon and in my visions there was a small planet right next to it... I have no idea how I knew that it was Pluto but I did and there was this deep felt sense of camaraderie between us all... A teacher and an ally initiating and teaching me.

It wasn't until only last year on my birthday that an astrologer pointed to me the significance of my Pluto in Scorpio Conjuct my 29 degrees Libra Moon natal chart positioning. (I've had another astrologer mention that 5 years prior but it did not seem the emphasis caught my attention at the time (only relistening to the recording a couple weeks ago, I was like oh wow ok... Now this makes sense to me).

The realization that I am a Pluto woman after doing a bit of research on this positioning brought so much understanding and meaning to the intense path I've traveled in this life.

It was a different evening the same month I believe that I drank again. It was the night of May 17th 2019 a Scorpio full Moon, the last few days of my 33rd year. My prayer was just these words "Show me the Truth".

I experienced the most out of this world unconditionally loving and beautiful communion with the Infinite Divine Golden Light that is Christ Light... Like a shooting star from the infinite cosmic space traveling rapidly toward me arriving right ito my third eye... Jesus kissing my third eye and becoming a three layered visionary art piece enveloping the entire space across me behind the altar space... It was an all night communion, touching and opening my heart to experiencing the deepest love there is, teaching me the way and the truth viscerally.

(I did not grow up in a church or Christian. In fact, when I was six I was learning Arabic and to read the Kuran... All at the same time my sister was exploring going to Sunday church school with her friends)...

It was Aya 8 years ago that initiated my personal relationship with Jesus... And it was this beautiful day on a Scorpio Full Moon that the Christ consciousness spoke to me and clearly instructed me that my mission IS to spread Christ Consciousness on Earth.

I have seen the looks on people's faces and felt the judgement in their heart around me having a delusional Messiah complex. 😅

To be honest my own ego totally jumped in front of that message being delivered to me too that it was quickly veered of to say, "you don't need to know the how's".

Later on that summer I had more sober experiences with Jesus and BabaJi. In sunbathing meditation Jesus showed up an told me "when you walk your mission path you'll have nothing to worry about".

In studying astrology and my own natal chart that has been quite the emphasis for a bit now it is fascinating to deeper integrate and see how all of this is so interwoven...

I'd never heard on Midheaven until last year representing one's Vocation... Finding out that mine is at the last degree of the last astrological sign of the archetypal zodiacal wheel, oroborous, snake eating its tail, one foot in this world the other in the next, the shaman, the prophet, the mystic - Pisces in 29 degrees feels quite huge for me to contemplate on, deeper integrate and anchor in the knowing that we are constantly steered

and supported by so much to arriving on the path that's our mission, purpose, dharma and the the core essence of who we are.

...for those who are here to do The Great Work and actively evolving...

When you have a destiny to live, you'll be nudged in every which way from every direction to live and be an embodiment of the evolutionary journey of your soul for highest and best good of all.

Very few true answers lie at the surface of the very deeply deluded fast pace disconnected one dimensional superficial reality at which most of our civilization operates from and at.

I struggle and feel conflicted as the world filled with all those who are yet to open their eyes to see and their ears to hear can feel cruel, judgemental, challenging.

It causes one to wonder if she is delusional indeed.

And then I sit again with the mycelium network and right away Jesus, Buddha, BabaJi and other ascended and great masters nestle inside my body and being, becoming me, repeating "Remember who you are", opening my heart, expanding my awareness, deeper awakening me.

What a mystery is this journey.

There's no formula to living and walking your dharmic path... It is unique to you...

One thing though that is present is the message - transcend self doubt and fear, and embody your deeper knowing and truth with love, grace, compassion and trust. There are many who do have the eyes to see and the ears to hear.

And perhaps in our modern world the best way to connect with them is by starting a YouTube channel 😅 with these kinds of journeys, mystical contemplations and transmissions.

Contemplation complete. For now. 🫣😘🌠🌹🤍🧬🕊️❤️🧿

P.S. as a side note - the idea of first principles thinking and physics has been in my face quite a bit lately... As a nudge I feel that this might be important to weave in and embody a bit of an engineer frame of mind as well on this path I'm walking...

So what's your verdict of the bigger picture here from a higher vantage point?

In the year 1310, a woman named Marguerite Porete was led to a stake in the heart of Paris, surrounded by a crowd of thousands. She had been condemned as a heretic—the first person the Paris Inquisition would burn for refusing to recant.

Her crime was writing a book.

Marguerite Porete was born around 1250 in the County of Hainaut, in what is now Belgium. She was highly educated, likely from an aristocratic family, and she joined the Beguines—a movement of women who devoted themselves to spiritual life without taking formal vows or submitting to male religious authority.

The Beguines lived by their own rules. They worked among the poor, prayed in their own communities, and sought God on their own terms. This freedom made Church authorities nervous. Women living outside male control, speaking about God without clerical permission, threatened the very foundations of institutional power.

Marguerite took this freedom further than most.

Sometime in the 1290s, she wrote a mystical text called The Mirror of Simple Souls. It was a conversation between allegorical figures—Love, Reason, and the Soul—describing seven stages of spiritual transformation. At its heart was a radical idea: that a soul could become so completely united with divine love that it no longer needed the Church's rituals, rules, or intermediaries. In the highest states of union, the soul surrendered its will entirely to God—and in that surrender, found perfect freedom.

"Love is God," she wrote, "and God is Love."

She did not write her book in Latin, the language of clergy and scholars. She wrote in Old French—the language ordinary people spoke. This meant her dangerous ideas could spread beyond monastery walls, beyond the control of priests and bishops.

And spread they did.

Between 1296 and 1306, the Bishop of Cambrai condemned her book as heretical. He ordered it burned publicly in the marketplace of Valenciennes, forcing Marguerite to watch her words turn to ash. He commanded her never to circulate her ideas again.

She refused.

Marguerite believed her book had been inspired by the Holy Spirit. She had consulted three respected theologians before publishing it, including the esteemed Master of Theology Godfrey of Fontaines, and they had approved. She would not let one bishop's condemnation silence what she believed to be divine truth.

She continued sharing her book. She continued teaching. She continued insisting that the soul's relationship with God belonged to no earthly institution.

In 1308, she was arrested and handed over to the Inquisitor of France, a Dominican friar named William of Paris—the same man who served as confessor to King Philip IV, the monarch who was simultaneously destroying the Knights Templar. It was a busy time for burning heretics.

Marguerite was imprisoned in Paris for eighteen months. During that entire time, she refused to speak to her inquisitors. She would not take the oath required to proceed with her trial. She would not answer questions. She maintained absolute silence—an act of defiance that infuriated the authorities.

A commission of twenty-one theologians from the University of Paris examined her book. They extracted fifteen propositions they deemed heretical. Among the most dangerous: the idea that an annihilated soul, fully united with God, could give nature what it desires without sin—because such a soul was no longer capable of sin.

To the Church, this suggested moral chaos. To Marguerite, it described the ultimate freedom of perfect surrender.

She was given every chance to recant. Others in similar positions saved their lives by confessing error. A man arrested alongside her, Guiard de Cressonessart, who had declared himself her defender, eventually broke under pressure and confessed. He was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Marguerite held firm.

On May 31, 1310, William of Paris formally declared her a relapsed heretic—meaning she had returned to condemned beliefs after being warned—and turned her over to secular authorities. The next day, June 1, she was led to the Place de Grève, the public square where executions took place.

The Inquisitor denounced her as a "pseudo-mulier"—a fake woman—as if her gender itself had been a lie, as if no real woman could defy the Church so completely.

They burned her alive.

But something unexpected happened in that crowd of thousands. According to the chronicle of Guillaume de Nangis—a monk who had no sympathy for her ideas—the crowd was moved to tears by the calmness with which she faced her death.

She displayed, the chronicle noted, many signs of penitence "both noble and pious." Her serenity unnerved those who expected a screaming heretic. Instead, they witnessed a woman who seemed to have already transcended the fire that consumed her body.

The Church ordered every copy of The Mirror of Simple Souls destroyed. They wanted her words erased from history along with her life.

They failed.

Her book survived. Copies circulated secretly, passed from hand to hand across Europe. It was translated into Latin, Italian, and Middle English. For centuries, it was read anonymously—no one knew who had written it. The text was too powerful to disappear, even without a name attached.

It was not until 1946—more than six hundred years after her death—that a scholar named Romana Guarnieri, researching manuscripts in the Vatican Library, finally connected The Mirror of Simple Souls to its author. The woman the Church had tried to erase was finally given back her name.

Today, Marguerite Porete is recognized as one of the most important mystics of the medieval period. Scholars compare her ideas to those of Meister Eckhart, one of the most celebrated theologians of the era—and some believe Eckhart may have been influenced by her work. The book that was burned as heresy is now studied in universities as a masterpiece of spiritual literature.

Her ideas about love transcending institutional control, about the soul finding God directly without intermediaries, about surrender leading to freedom—these are not the ravings of a dangerous heretic. They are the insights of a woman centuries ahead of her time.

The Church that killed her eventually softened its stance on mystical experience. The Council of Vienne in 1312 condemned eight errors from her book, but the broader current of Christian mysticism she represented would continue flowing through figures like Julian of Norwich, Teresa of Ávila, and countless others who sought direct encounter with the divine.

What the flames could not destroy was the truth she had grasped: that love, in its purest form, is greater than fear. That no institution can ultimately control the relationship between a soul and its source. That words born from genuine spiritual insight have a way of surviving every attempt to silence them.

Marguerite Porete spent her final years in silence—refusing to speak to those who demanded she deny her truth. But her book has been speaking for seven centuries.

It is still speaking now.

I had a similar question pop just as I was writing this... But the bridge would be for attempt at conversion. Many bitcoiners were once confused with shitcoins at first, no?!?

I am so disappointed by humanity.

Wondering if I should post a link to this chatgpt chat as a comment under this hyped up shitcoin promotional post... Spent a couple days hanging with this lady and other folks last summer. Haven't been in touch since... I could stay silent or speak uncomfortable truths and likely burn bridges.

Whachu think?

https://chatgpt.com/share/694f7df5-aefc-800c-8d3f-f54df8ad71b6

Interesting. Have no idea what the scandal is. That must be an annoyance for her. Or if she can use it as PR to reorient and bring attention to whatever she is creating rn.

Gotya. I agree! Thank you, for sharing and connecting.

I hope you are able to hold onto that magic and enchantment through the years. How old are you?

Hold up hold up!!! I think I am putting a face to the name... Did we hang out in ES a few days with Eric and Jesse and Austin?

It really rubbed me the wrong way that you guys kept calling your project Sovereign University the whole time lol 😂 after I had told Erik I've owned that domain name for 11 years and a bunch of other sovereignty names since that's been my personal path and what's been germinating to get built and then he messaged me some weeks later to ask if I'd sell it. I told him it's unlikely. That was before we met in ES and the whole time you guys talked about your project using my own project's name 😤 and then months later I met with Jesse and he asked me again on behalf of you... so I got to vent about it. I'd assume he delivered the message. I am really glad you moved on. 😆

I am excited for what you are building and congrats on the baby!!! 🫂💖☺️

You welcome. I'd love to talk to you about it sometime, and ask you questions and hear about your inspiration and how you made it come to life. Would you be open to jump on a call and do that with me?

Well I am glad. And thank you! I'd like to receive that compliment fully, but if I was too be completely truthful, I am fixated on my belly cellulite (which can not been seen here) and other imperfections and currently working on surrendering the mind battle and body dysmorphia to loving myself more fully. 😌

Ooof I disqualify at phase 1. Maybe soon.

Congrats. You are a dev right?

Well if my body helped you slow down from scrolling for a sec I am satisfied. Appreciate the engagement.

With no algorithm I didn't know such a thing mattered here.

What's chicken lamps? I am taking magnesium and zinc... Probably need bigger magnesium dose. I am 3 months post ruptured appendix surgery recovery... And got a shit load of antibiotics, Morphin and narcotics pumped into my system... I think it is seeming to amplify the SAD more than usual.😪

I’ve been struggling to keep the fog of seasonal affective disorder at bay. It’s been quick and persistent, clouding the mirror and obscuring my naked, essential core truth.

😂gn

I think it's cool if you can handle and by choice. I just know I am miserable when I am cold. I sometime say, there's only 3 things I hate... being cold, hungry and woken up.