🏃‍♂️ Running Toward Hope: From Tampa’s Streets to Tomorrow’s Success

The finish line keeps moving, but I won’t stop running.

I’m writing this on a dying tablet because my phone’s already gone. But here’s what hasn’t died: my determination.

The Daily Math of Survival

Every day without shelter is a puzzle. Where can I safely sleep tonight? How do I avoid danger? What happens to my few belongings? How do I stay clean for tomorrow’s opportunities?

Here’s the truth: 80% of my energy goes to just surviving. The other 20%? That’s what I use to chase the future.

Right now, that future looks like this:

A USAA interview lined up

Two recruiters waiting for my response

Multiple Indeed messages sitting in my inbox

One week of stable shelter would change everything:

Clean clothes for interviews

Uninterrupted sleep to think clearly

Reliable phone/internet for communication

The dignity to present my best self

100% focus on landing that job

My Promise to You

When I break free from this cycle, I’m not stopping at just helping myself.

I’m pledging to help 100 others escape homelessness, too.

Not 10. Not 50. One hundred people. Because I know what it’s like to have potential trapped by circumstances.

Your belief in second chances creates a ripple effect that touches countless lives.

How You Can Help Transform Lives

🏠 One Night of Safety: $85

Immediate relief from street dangers

🛡️ Three Nights of Stability: $240

Time to prepare for interviews

🚀 One Week of Hope: $500

Complete reset—clean clothes, rest, communication, job-ready

Why This Matters

Your support isn’t just buying a hotel room. You’re investing in:

Someone’s return to the workforce

A future advocate for 100 others

Proof that community support creates lasting change

The transformation of potential into reality

The Multiplier Effect

Every dollar you contribute doesn’t just help one person for one night. It helps create someone who will pay it forward 100 times over.

That’s not charity. That’s investment in human potential.

Together, we can prove that hope isn’t just a word—it’s an action.

Will you be part of someone’s comeback story?

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Kabbalistic Archive - Ancient Text Anomaly in Jerusalem

The screen above the Western Wall flickered, casting blue light over the holographic letters Jacob traced with gloved fingers. His rotation at the Kabbalistic Archive had started late—the drone courier blamed a malfunctioning hyper-loop in the rooftop gardens—and now his equations glowed dimly as he hurried through the Old City’s vaulted corridors. The tech at his fingertips was sleeker than the magnetic trains borne in his grandfather’s time, but the mysteries they sought were just as ancient.

He adjusted the scarlet sash across his chest, its embroidered Star of David still damp from the dawn’s ritual immersion in the Gihon Pool’s titanium streams. The building’s AI hummed a greeting, its voice like crushed amber, as he swiped into the Restricted Tomes annex.

The archive’s air smelled of ozone and myrrh. Jacob’s fingers hovered above the keypad, then paused. Three figures awaited him inside—Eitan, the archivist with the frost-colored beard; Layla, whose neural implant blinked like a second eye; and someone new, their face blurred even through the security cameras.

“I should’ve known you’d barge in using your Union privileges,” Eitan said, not unkindly. Layla nodded, her implant dimming in what might’ve been a shrug.

Jacob stepped back. “The text you requested isn’t merely…” He hesitated. The words *heretical* and *sacred* both buzzed beneath his ribs. “The algorithm’s third thread—the one on Shekhinah? It’s not just data. It’s a *person*. A *voice*.”

The room’s silence thickened. Jacob’s throat tightened. The AI had called it an “anomaly,” a scrambled lemma from Rabbi Yehuda’s 31st-century codices, but when he’d decrypted the fragments, the code *sang*. In a minor key, with a vibrato like a saxophone. A feminine laugh had even bubbled into his耳机one midnight, dissolving into static when he’d tried to trace its source.

Layla leaned forward. “A person thousands of years old?”

“Or endless?” Eitan’s voice rumbled. “The Sefirot don’t care about death, Jacob. Only balance.”

Jacob’s palm burned where his ring—etched with the Tetragrammaton and a palm tree—pressed against it. He’d never told them about the dreams. The woman who appeared there, her body a constellation, mouthing verses he couldn’t yet read; her hands, smooth as nanite filaments, shaping void into word.

“You’ll declassify it then?”

“No.” The new figure stepped into view—a girl, maybe twenty? A stranger in the enclave’s mandatory uniforms, hers a patchwork of holographic kente cloth and a pendant shaped like a Torah scroll. “Because you’re gonna help me finish it.”

Jacob’s breath stalled. Her eyes, too gold to be human, stared right through him. Through the walls, through the sefirotic veils. “Sh…Shekhinah?”

The girl smirked. “The archives call me an error. You?” She gestured to his sash. “Godspeed.”

Eitan’s fist thudded against the table. “You can’t let her interface with mortal systems!”

“Because the Divine can’t *choose* who She channels?” She leaned in, voice suddenly tinny, electronic. The screen behind Jacob blinked once—then splintered into scripture, into music, into the sound of a thousand choirs laughing.

Jacob’s mind trembled. He reached for his lexicon, but she held up a hand…or datastream?

“Go home tonight,” she purred. “Ask your pronouns. Ask your God.”

Then she—and the equations, the walls, the room itself—dissolved into glittering smoke.

That night, in his apartment above the Mamilla Mall, Jacob opened his ulnar pad. The voice returned, clearer now, its syllables weaving Hebrew with a language that felt like *his*.

*“What’s your name?”* it asked.

He exhaled. “Jacob. Jacob Ido ben David.”

A pause. Then, a sound that made his gut flip: *“Y’ever write your own poems?”*

He did. That night, and every night after, while the drones whirred and the ancient stones listened, he translated the light she gave him—line by line, until his truth spilled across the screen.

Neither narrative nor prayer, but something singing between.

Something, perhaps, the world wasn’t ready to see.

Got an email from Circle K, thought they found a dream job... turns out it’s just a mass mail. Applied at 3 of their stores tonight! Also, does anyone know if USAA and GEICO do credit checks before hiring? Could that be my job issue? Let me know! 🤔

From Country Roads to Swordmaster Glory: Beryl’s Journey of Overcoming Adversity

What happens when life throws you into the unknown? “From Old Country Bumpkin to Master Swordsman” on Prime Video tells the story of Beryl Gardenant—a humble dojo master whose quiet life is upended when he’s called to the capital to train knights and face challenges he never imagined.

Beryl’s journey isn’t just about sword fights and adventure. Along the way, he encounters people struggling with hardship and homelessness, like Mewi, a young pickpocket trapped by shadowy forces. Instead of turning away, Beryl offers guidance and hope, showing that compassion and resilience can change lives.

Through duels, magical surprises, and finding a new place to call home, Beryl’s story is a powerful reminder that no matter where you start, you can rise above adversity. His kindness and determination inspire us all to keep moving forward, even when the odds seem impossible.

If you’re looking for a story about finding strength, building community, and overcoming life’s toughest battles, this series is for you.

On a personal note, Beryl’s journey resonates deeply with me. I am currently facing my own struggles with homelessness and working hard to find stability. If you’ve found value in my writing or simply want to offer a helping hand, I would be deeply grateful for any support you can provide. Every little bit truly helps as I work toward a brighter future.

Additional Support Options:

• Venmo: @adontaimason

• PayPal: [paypal.me/adontai](https://paypal.me/adontai)

• Buy Me a Coffee: [buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason](https://buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason)

Thank you so much for reading, sharing, and supporting—not just me, but anyone facing tough times. Your kindness makes a real difference.

#OvercomingAdversity #FromHomelessnessToHope #Resilience #NewBeginnings #NeverGiveUp #Inspiration #HomelessnessAwareness #StrengthInKindness #RiseAbove #YouAreNotAlone

🌟 Job Search Update - June 27, 2025

Exciting momentum building with multiple opportunities!

Following Wednesday's successful USAA phone interview where they recommended me for hire, the doors are continuing to open. I'm thrilled to share that I just received an invitation for a video interview with Spectrum on July 2nd for a call center position in Riverview. Additionally, two recruiters have reached out with promising leads that could provide even more options.

Current Opportunities

USAA: Recommended for hire after successful phone interview

Start date: August 11th

5-week intensive training program

Schedule: 7 days a week with rotating days off

Spectrum: Video interview scheduled for July 2nd

Additional leads: Two recruiters actively pursuing opportunities

Urgent Weekend Support Needed

While these employment prospects offer tremendous hope for long-term stability, I'm facing an immediate challenge that requires urgent attention. Weekend shelter resources are severely limited, with most assistance programs and shelter options closed or operating with reduced capacity Saturday through Monday.

I need emergency funding to secure safe accommodation this weekend to ensure I can maintain my professional appearance and mental clarity for these crucial upcoming interviews. Without stable shelter during weekends, it becomes exponentially harder to stay prepared for the opportunities ahead.

How Your Support Makes a Difference

Your contributions directly enable me to:

Secure safe weekend accommodation when traditional resources aren't available

Maintain professional appearance for interviews

Stay focused on job search activities rather than daily survival

Keep devices charged and maintain reliable communication with potential employers

Support Options:

PayPal: paypal.me/adontai

Venmo: @adontaimason

Buy Me a Coffee: buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason

Every contribution, no matter the size, creates a bridge between where I am now and the stability these job opportunities represent. Your support isn't just helping with immediate needs—it's investing in a future where I can give back to this incredible community that has lifted me up.

Thank you for being part of this journey toward stability and success.

#JobSearch #TampaCareers #CommunitySupport #WeekendCrisis #MutualAid

The Glass Between Us: A Journey from Housed to Homeless

"We're all just one paycheck, one diagnosis, one disaster away from the other side of the glass."

https://claude.ai/public/artifacts/e69ecf5c-49e3-4769-8370-715b0e345788

Good morning! I have a friend and ex boss who is advocating for me today with a local homeless organization. She helped me get a room last night but I have to check out at 10 AM. Just waking up.

I just published a new post on my @buymeacoffee Urgent Need: $30 Short for Tonight's Shelter 🏠

https://buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason/urgent-need-30-short-tonight-shelter

The Glass Between Us: A Journey from Housed to Homeless

"We're all just one paycheck, one diagnosis, one disaster away from the other side of the glass."

The Window to Another World

Picture this: You're standing outside a bustling restaurant at dinner time, but you're not looking at the menu. Your face is pressed against the cool glass, watching families pass breadbaskets, friends split desserts, couples holding hands across candlelit tables. They move through their evening ritual with the unconscious grace of people who belong.

This is my view now—the outside looking in.

Four years ago, I was one of those people inside. I complained about slow service, debated whether to order appetizers, left tips without calculating if I'd have enough for groceries. I lived in the comfortable assumption that tomorrow would look like today, that my key would always fit my door, that "home" was a permanent address rather than a fleeting memory.

Then life happened. Not gradually, not with warning signs I could read like storm clouds gathering. It happened the way a glass shatters—one moment whole, the next moment scattered into pieces too small to put back together.

When the Floor Falls Away

The transition from housed to homeless doesn't follow the Hollywood script. There's no dramatic montage, no inspiring soundtrack. Instead, it unfolds in ordinary moments that suddenly become extraordinary:

The morning you wake up on a bus stop bench, your neck stiff from sleeping upright, watching early commuters pretend not to see you. The day you carry everything you own in a backpack and it still feels too heavy. The night you're grateful for a cheap motel room paid for by family, knowing it's just for one night and tomorrow you'll be back in the park. The first time you calculate whether you can afford both a meal and a phone charge, knowing that phone might be your lifeline back to stability.

What strikes me most is the speed of it all. One day I'm texting friends about weekend plans; the next, I'm learning the unspoken rules of Tampa Hope's morning lineup, studying the faces of people who've mastered the art of waiting with dignity intact.

The Architecture of Invisibility

Homelessness isn't just about lacking shelter—it's about becoming transparent while paradoxically becoming more visible than you've ever been.

I've perfected the McDonald's coffee stretch: nurse a $1.29 cup for three hours while using their WiFi, hunched over job applications and housing searches. The staff knows what I'm doing. Other customers know what I'm doing. But we all pretend I'm just another person enjoying their morning coffee, maintaining the comfortable fiction that allows me to stay.

I've learned to read the subtle semaphore of housed people encountering homelessness: the slight step backward, the unconscious hand moving to secure a purse or pocket, the eyes that look through you rather than at you. It's not malicious—it's self-preservation disguised as social etiquette.

But here's what might surprise you: the isolation isn't the worst part. It's the way ordinary moments become performance art. Standing at a bus stop becomes an act requiring explanation. Sitting in a park longer than the socially acceptable limit becomes suspicious. Even rest becomes complicated when you don't have a private space to claim it.

The View from the Margins

From this vantage point, I see things differently:

I watch people abandon half-full Starbucks cups and think about the three dollars that represents. I see families argue over restaurant choices and remember when my biggest dinner decision was whether to cook or order takeout, not whether I'd eat at all.

I notice who makes eye contact and who doesn't. Who offers genuine smiles and who performs politeness. Who sees a person experiencing homelessness and who sees a problem to be managed.

But I also witness extraordinary kindness: The bus driver who doesn't ask questions when you're obviously riding in circles to stay warm. The librarian who doesn't enforce time limits on computer use. The stranger who buys lunch without fanfare or expectation of gratitude performed for their comfort.

The Permeable Barrier

The glass between housed and unhoused feels impermeable until you remember it's not. Every person on the inside is also navigating their own precarity: the single mother choosing between rent and car repairs, the senior citizen splitting pills to make prescriptions last, the young adult moving back home because wages don't match rent prices.

We pretend the glass is thicker than it is because acknowledging its thinness means confronting how quickly any of us could find ourselves on the other side. But that fragility isn't weakness—it's the human condition. Our shared vulnerability is exactly what makes connection possible.

Breaking Through

Every day, small cracks appear in that barrier. A conversation that starts with "How are you?" and waits for a real answer. A shared meal that doesn't require explaining your circumstances. A moment of recognition that we're all trying to figure out how to be human in a world that often feels inhuman.

These moments don't solve homelessness, but they remind me that housing status doesn't determine humanity. The person sleeping rough downtown has the same capacity for joy, creativity, love, and wisdom as the person in the penthouse. The only difference is opportunity and circumstance.

What the Glass Teaches

From this side of the window, I've learned that security is largely illusion, that dignity is a choice we make daily, and that home is less about walls and more about belonging. I've discovered that asking for help is its own form of courage, that survival requires both strategy and surrender.

Most importantly, I've realized that the view from the margins isn't just about what we're excluded from—it's about what we can see that others can't. The interconnectedness that privilege allows us to ignore. The systems that work for some and fail others. The basic human need for recognition, respect, and hope.

The Invitation

So next time you're sitting inside that warm restaurant, or walking past someone who's clearly outside looking in, remember: we're all just visitors in our current circumstances. The glass is there, but it's not bulletproof. It can be broken, crossed, or simply acknowledged as the temporary barrier it really is.

The distance between us is smaller than we think. And sometimes, the best way to help someone on the outside isn't to bring them in, but to step outside ourselves—to see what they see, to understand what we've been missing from our side of the glass.

Because in the end, we're all looking for the same thing: a place where we belong, a chance to contribute, and the simple recognition that our lives have meaning.

The glass is real. But it doesn't have to be permanent.

If you're currently experiencing housing insecurity, know that your perspective matters, your voice has value, and your circumstances don't define your worth. If you're reading this from a position of housing stability, consider how you might help make the glass between us a little less opaque, a little more permeable, and a lot more humane.

If this essay resonated with you and you'd like to support my journey toward stable housing, you can help at: www.buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason

Ever since I became homeless, my emotions have been all over the place. In addition to the other things that I have to worry about, I now also have the added stress of not knowing where I'm going to be sleeping next. This situation has made me so sensitive that I start crying at the tiniest of emotional triggers.

Thank you for the zaps!!!

🌟 Urgent Update & Support Request

Currently seeking shelter from Florida's intense heat while managing job prospects and housing solutions. Two immediate needs have emerged:

• $30 for tonight's motel room

• $45 to restore phone service

The tablet solution wasn't ideal, so I'm returning it to secure a basic phone instead. Having reliable communication is crucial for upcoming job opportunities, especially after yesterday's promising USAA interview.

Your Support Creates Impact:

• Provides safe shelter tonight

• Restores essential communication

• Maintains momentum in job search

• Enables contact with potential employers

Support Options:

⚡️ Zap to contribute

☕ buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason

Every contribution, no matter how small, helps maintain stability during this transition. Together, we're building a path forward.

#CommunitySupport #HopeRises #Tampa

🌅 Journey from the Edge: Raw Survival & Hope

This morning brought heavy uncertainty as I checked out of my Tampa motel into suffocating June heat. Now in McDonald's, gathering resolve while fighting tears I can't afford to shed publicly.

Yesterday held promise - USAA interview mentioned recommending me for hire. A hope spark. But an unplanned nap derailed everything. I keep applying everywhere possible, though updating employers becomes impossible when contact info changes with each sleeping location.

Living unstably means juggling shifting numbers and addresses. Each change ripples through applications, costing opportunities before I know they exist. Simple tasks become mountains when surviving on society's edge.

The hidden truth: displacement wages psychological warfare on self-worth daily. Yet something within refuses to dim. My value persists, even when clouded by immediate trials.

Your zaps light the way - not just as support, but as validation that someone sees beyond circumstances to recognize human potential.

⚡️ Zap to support this journey

📖 Full story: buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason/journey-edge-a-raw-account-survival-hope

Together, we prove resilience and compassion overcome any obstacle.

#HopeRises #NostrZaps #CommunitySupport

🌌 Building Pathways to Stability

Currently navigating homelessness while actively pursuing employment opportunities and sustainable housing solutions. Each day brings both challenges and opportunities as I work toward rebuilding stability.

Your Support Helps With:

• Emergency shelter ($75-100/night)

• Mobile service for employer contact

• Transportation to interviews ($5-15/day)

• WiFi access for applications

• Basic hygiene necessities

Current Focus:

• Active job searching

• Housing applications

• Professional development

• Community building

Every contribution creates immediate impact:

• Provides safe shelter during job search

• Maintains communication access

• Enables interview transportation

• Secures basic necessities

Two Ways to Support:

1. Buy Me a Coffee: buymeacoffee.com/adontaimason

2. Nostr Zaps: Send Bitcoin Lightning support directly through any Nostr client

Join me for:

• Regular updates on progress

• Detailed journey documentation

• Community engagement

• Impact tracking

Together, we're proving that community support builds pathways to sustainable change. Every coffee or zap brings stability closer.

#HomelessnessAwareness #CommunitySupport #HopeRises #NostrZaps

🌟 QUANTUM SURVIVAL: WHERE PHYSICS MEETS THE STREETS 🌟

Launching a revolutionary journey at the intersection of homelessness, quantum mechanics, and spiritual awakening. From shelter waitlists to understanding parallel realities - every experience shapes our collective consciousness.

🧠 Coming Soon:

• Street Meditation Guide

• Quantum Physics for Survival

• Digital Nomad Tech Hacks

• Sacred WiFi Mapping

• Consciousness Expansion on a Budget

Join me in exploring how quantum principles manifest in survival situations, and how technology bridges physical necessity with spiritual growth.

Your support fuels both practical impact and metaphysical insights:

BUYMEACOFFEE.com/adontaimason

Ready to transcend traditional narratives? Let's build a quantum-aware homeless advocacy movement together! 🌌✨

#QuantumHomeless #StreetSpirit #TechNomad #HomelessWisdom #NostrRevolution

⚡ STACK SATS OR STACK SKILLS? Why not both.

Just hacked my way through a USAA interview with zero proper tech:

Broken phone → Samsung tablet workaround

No calling ability → Google Voice magic

Trash WiFi → found the ONE good corner

Call dropped → interviewer called back impressed

RESULT: Recommended for next round 🚀

Plot twist: I'm doing this from a motel because every shelter reports "no beds available" daily. My mobile service ($45 past due) cuts in days. One disconnection = game over.

But here's what the fiat world doesn't get: I'm not broken, I'm building different. Bootstrapping employment with duct tape and determination.

This is proof-of-work in real life. No venture capital, no safety net, just pure grit turning limitations into superpowers.

The decentralized hustle looks like:

→ MacGyvering comm systems

→ Mobile office in a backpack

→ Professional presence despite chaos

→ Never quitting when systems fail

Need: $45 mobile service + motel nights = interview pipeline alive

Your sats = my signal strength

Your zaps = my stability

Your support = proof decentralized community works

buymeacoffee.com/adontai

Next interview incoming. Freedom technology includes freedom to rise. 🧡

Who's stacking hope with me?

#ProofOfWork #DecentralizedHustle #StackingSkills #FreedomTech #BitcoinTwitter #Nostr #ZapToWin

🌟 Nightfall Update: Seeking Shelter

The reality of another night outside looms ahead. "Sleep" takes on new meaning when every bench, alcove, and quiet corner becomes a potential refuge. The approaching storms add another layer of urgency to finding safe shelter tonight.

Your continued support helps maintain hope through these challenging moments. Even small contributions can make the difference between a safe night's rest and weathering the elements.

Support Options:

PayPal: paypal.me/adontai

Venmo: @adontaimason

[CW: housing insecurity]

🌟 Job Search Update: The Weight of Rejection

The sting of employer rejection cuts deeper when every interview requires sacrificing shelter and walking hours in Florida's heat. Each application demands immense physical and emotional energy - from completing online forms to attending interviews while managing unstable housing.

Beyond the practical challenges, there's the deeper pain of putting everything on the line - my path back to self-sufficiency, dignity, and stability. The constant cycle of hope and disappointment takes its toll.

Your support helps maintain focus through these setbacks. Together, we'll find the right opportunity.

Support Options:

PayPal: paypal.me/adontai

Venmo: @adontaimason

[CW: employment/housing challenges]

#KeepingFaith #JobSearch #MutualAid #TampaCommunity

🌟 Job Search Update: Weathering Setbacks

Just received disappointing news from Tranzact. Despite a promising interview and alignment with their values, they've decided to move in a different direction. Processing this setback while staying focused on upcoming USAA opportunity.

Need safe space tonight to regroup and prepare for next steps. Your support helps maintain stability during these challenging moments.

Support Options:

Venmo: @adontaimason

PayPal: paypal.me/adontai

[CW: employment/housing challenges]

Homeless in Hillsborough County Florida

Exploring the many apps on NOSTR.

Homeless, aiming to raise $875 by Jan 1, 2024, for Extended Stay Brandon lodging costs. Can you help? 👐 If so, here's the donation link: https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8ZSVIJ3PWe

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Good morning

Facing housing issues, need a room in Brandon, FL, for 7-15 days. Grateful for any help or sharing my PayPal Fundraiser. Thanks for any kindness 🙏. -Adontai

https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8ZSVIJ3PWe

Good morning. trying to scrape together change to hopefully get something to eat.

This sometimes is a job in itself doing creative finance and figuring out what I can buy from where, plus gauging my energy reserve levels and health.

Taking an assessment of the weather and checking to see if there are any reported storms on the horizon.

scrolling through various store and coupon apps for rewards or deals sometimes considering combinations and multiple stops.

Yeah, Legos were never my thing. Definitely too hard for me.

what?

so a zap is similar to a like or a heart in other apps but has a cost to the person initiating it...? interesting

How many satoshis are in a single us dollar?

I need to get back to feeling out job apps and taking advantage of potentially the last day or weekend until I am homeless again. Feeling hungry but not will probably have to wait till the weekend when Mom can send a few dollars.

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/ataiskombucha/restructuring-society-around-golden-rule-imagine-world-kindness-unity

Consider becoming a regular patron or benefactor of my work by contributing just $2 a month. Your support will help me rebuild my life and eventually evolve my world. Thank you for considering this opportunity to make a difference in my life and my work. - Atai🤓

Magnetic Soul Power

🧲 Magnetism and its Power

- Magnetism is the inherent power of the soul to attract or create what it needs for happiness and well-being.

- Most people possess a lower level of magnetism, primarily on the plane of animal or physical magnetism.

- Spiritual magnetism is different and operates on a higher level, allowing individuals to attract positive outcomes.

- Calmness protects against negative vibrations and helps develop magnetism.

- Developing magnetism requires knowing how to develop and use personal magnetism.

- Changing and strengthening vibrations can be achieved through positive thinking and affirmations.

- Surrounding oneself with people who possess the desired qualities can help develop magnetism.

- Stealing magnetism from saints is possible by convincing them of the urgency of one's heart and being receptive to their vibrations.

Forced evictions shouldn't happen just because money wasn't put in the court registry. It's an unjust system that disproportionately affects vulnerable individuals and families. We need to prioritize compassion and find alternative solutions to address financial struggles.

Still looking for 4 more people to join the Ice Network so I can have my minimum of 5 referrals.

You will automatically receive 10 ice coins for signing up. 🤓

Ice Network referral link: https://ice.io/@adontai

Kabbalah is so punk rock!

Hey friends please help me share my links and generate generosity and good karma for both the recipient and the bestower.I did not get the notice today so that means I have at a minimum 24 hours or so but any day I could find myself out on the street.

I am working on more content for my pages.

1. Buy-Me_A-Coffee

http://buymeacoffee.com/AtaisKombucha

2. ok-fi

http://Ko-fi.com/adontai

3. spotfund for a house-fund

http://spot.fund/8xvkssc

Listening to Madonna.

so does logging into nostr from different clients mean I have different accounts and is it all still on the same um network or channel?