Die Gedichte des Geldes

Alles begann mit einem einfachen Tausch.
Ich will dies, und du hast jenes.
Entwickelte sich in schnellem Rausch,
Zu:
"Du gibst mir Scheine und ich geb dir Penis."

Doch es bleibt eine Sache, die ich nicht kapier:
Warum tauschen wir knappe Zeit, gegen buntes Papier?
Kein Wunder, dass gerade die Welt untergeht, wenn keiner etwas vom Gelde versteht.

Der Schein trügt.
Der Politiker lügt.
Der Vater rügt.
Aber wenig genügt.

Lieber frei und arm,
Statt reich und gefangen.
Die Zeit der Banken in Bälde vergangen.

Sobald du erkennst, dass du hast die Wahl:

Frei, global und dezentral.

Oder

Kaputt, Korrupt und ausgedruckt.

#939.020

Week 151 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi.
Back in da hood, I was accompanied by my friend Alex, who enriched the action with meditation and ecstatic dance sessions. Bringing peace and love to the pedestrian zone and putting smiles on peoples faces.
Today’s sign was an acronym for Euros which roughly translates to:
🪧"Simple-Minded, Insecure, Unit of account without Substance"

I‘m back home.
Wherever that is.
I’ve slept in a bed last night.
I’m back to familiar landscapes, familiar faces, familiar patterns, back to family.
I’m sitting in a raised hideout, the things hunters sit in waiting for prey to appear in front of their loaded rifle.
I’m out of bullets.
I don’t know what I’m hunting for.
I’ve outgrown this place.
A circus tent appeared on this piece of land.
I feel like a clown.
Jester privilege is nice, until you realize no one takes you seriously.
My friends are in Prague. A big Bitcoin circus is happening there this weekend.
I doubt anyone is missing me.
So are they really my friends?
And can this circus be any fun if the clown is missing?
I guess there are other clowns. Richer clowns, entertaining the masses of asses that don’t realize they are being fooled.
I’ve met a special person some weeks ago. He’s stateless. Fell through the system.
A glitch in the Matrix.
Fighting oppressive belief systems is fighting yourself. 24/7. It doesn’t stop. There is no vacation from it. If you try to distract yourself, numb it down, suppress it, it’ll resurface eventually with twice the force.
It’s okay to feel melancholic.
There is beauty in it.
And although glow has disappeared from my life, I feel like I’m radiant.
Magnetic to some, repulsive to others.
Maybe glow had to disappear from my life in order for me to shine.
Written with whatever glimmer is left, by a Honeybadger fighting a system of theft.

Just saved around 50 cinnamon buns from trash 😻
Who wants some?

To live on a true Bitcoin standard you will need the financial skills of Warren Buffett and the survival skills of Bear Grylls.

Another evening watching Neanderthal-TV.
It’s a great channel, can recommend.

I’m in Sweden.
Somewhere south of Gothenburg.
I‘m hitchhiking through the galaxy, but I don’t really know where I’m going.
I guess today is a forced break from eventful days before.
I’m sitting in a tiny cozy shelter next to a lake.
A family of geese is feeding just in front of me. It rains. I don’t want to hike for 1h through the rain towards the highway, getting there completely soaked would be devastating to the tiny reserves I have left.
I’m exhausted.
Emotionally, physically, spiritually.
I’m grieving.
A person I’ve lost, a person I was becoming, a person that felt like homecoming.
Being alone in nature feels wholesome after having hundreds of shallow, yet fun interactions with humans throughout the last weeks.
I am alone. I don’t know if I feel lonely. I would like to share this moment with someone, I guess that’s why I’m writing to you.
The raindrops that keep falling in front of me are a good reflection of my emotional state.
I’m living at the bare minimum in a society that doesn’t grasp its standards are way out of line.
Living on a Bitcoin standard has its trade-offs.
It rewards you deeply in connection, intuition, bravery and confidence, yet it strips you from comfort, convenience and participation in many areas of life.
I don’t know for how long I will be able to continue making this sacrifice.
I don’t know if I’m loosing or winning.
I don’t know if it matters either.
I do know that I have the ability to love deeply.
I do know that I have the ability to deal with adversity.
I do know that I have the tools, the network and the resources to build towards a better future.
Yet on days like these I’m just a lonely Statue of Liberty, lost in the woods, grieving the love I wanted to give, wishing I was able to connect the dots forwards instead of backwards, wishing I was able to connect the dots.
To build a network of people that is powerful enough to tumble the existing systems of oppression and replace them with liberating systems of compassion.
I guess love is the cure, but did you ever love me? - Not sure.