Neo Anders

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In today’s action at the ECB governing council, I frontran the #GenZregelt protests which are announced all over Germany for the coming Saturday.

Loaded with a bunch of symbolism and a megaphone was the right setup to annoy Banksters during their lunch break, since they had to listen to parts of the whitepaper, a cypherpunks manifesto as well as the Declaration of Separation from

.

Christine Lagarde is stepping down as president of the ECB. Journalists took interest in my action, so watch out, you might spot me in some newspaper.

I like the double meaning of today’s sign, hinting at the power boomers currently hold in the traditional institutions, as well as the technological shift enabling young people to opt out of the systems they built.

A day of activism ended at an event of the fair finance week, which hosted a panel discussion on global cooperation and sustainable finance. They were confronted to think fair finance outside a system that is built to give an unfair advantage to Cantillionaires.

The pictures cannot transport the amount of disruption that one sovereign individual can bring to a place of financial oppression, but I can assure you that every Bitcoiner walking by would absolutely love the vibe.

Week 170 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Although I felt sick, the revolution doesn’t wait, so I packed my hot water bottle and two layers of overalls to go into the city center and disrupt the normalcy of fiat lifestyle.

Week 169 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Noice! This weekend was so full, that I didn’t have time to post the actions I did. On Friday I sat down in front of the university to debate about bitcoin. Friday night we organized a fundraising-party for the artist collective I grew part of during the last month. Saturday morning I was in action at the local bank for a couple of blocks, before role-playing Olivander (a wand salesman) in a Harry Potter themed birthday party. Yesterday was all about wishing farewell to Mo. He’s climbing over over the town sign of Cologne today to go on the road as a journeyman for the next two years.

Week 168 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi.

Printer is coming and I spent a lovely autumn afternoon in the city center, feeding the urban myth of the Statue of Liberty who only pays in Bitcoin. 🪧: "I am scared of a world without #bitcoin." Later that day, I went bike-raving and met some other bitcoiners who participated in yesterday’s

Silly rabbit dgaf 🐰

Über die Freiheit 🗽

Warum trägst du diesen Hut? Dieser Hut er gibt mir Mut. Lieber werd ich Freiheit leben, als mich einer Norm ergeben.

Denn eine Norm, Gibt dir ne Form, Hält dich zurück, Ich will nach vorn.

Doch um heut wirklich frei zu leben, musst du dich der Norm ergeben. Jeder muss hier Steuern zahlen, Geld lass ich die Bank verwahren, Dank nem Deutschen Reisepass, Hatte ich in Thailand Spaß.

Wo hört meine Freiheit auf? Und wo beginnt die deine? Frag mich was ich wirklich brauch? Droh mir mit Zwang, und ich verneine.

Denn meine höchste Bürgerpflicht, Ist der Mut ganz frei zu sagen, Sollten mich die Bullen fragen: Mit euch Schweinen sprech ich nicht.

Positive Freiheitsrechte machen dich zum Staatesknechte. Nur was im Paragrafen steht, sagt dir was hier wirklich geht.

Negative Freiheit "die Freiheit von", Hast du seit Geburt gewonn. Doch musst du sie verteidigen. Wenn sie Faschos vereidigen.

Warum trägst du keinen Hut? Welcher gäbe dir den Mut? Tut die Norm dir wirklich gut? Und für welche Werte, gäbst du dein Blut?

Week 167 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi started with action at my local bank, continued at the summer closing outdoor rave next to the river and finished with a late night chalk action at the cathedral. Overall good day :)

Leaving Art @ #NoProblem - Vernissage

It’s a vibe.

Week 166 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. After being thrown out of the central station during the week, I took the same message to my local bank listening to

reading of the Cypherpunk manifesto and the "Cypherpunks write code" documentary. Do you like version 2.0 of my hat?

Wissenstransfer ist unfassbar schwer.

Wissen ist die mächtigste Waffe die Welt zu verändern. Sagte einst Nelson Mandela. Doch wie erreicht man die Ärmsten in entferntesten Ländern? Leiden sie doch am meisten unter unserem (Denk) Fehler.

Ich will die Welt neu denken, doch hege keinen Anspruch, jene zu lenken. Denn der Fehler im Denken, liegt im Willen zu lenken. Im Willen des anderen Schiff zu versenken.

Die besten Ideen lassen keinen kalt, und sie setzen sich durch, ohne Gewalt.

Jene die neugierig ihr Umwelt studieren, sich mit abstrakten Karten durch das Terrain navigieren, Erreichen einen Punkt an dem sie kapieren, wenn ich weiter so denke, dann werd ich stagnieren.

Der Entschluss ist gefasst, eine neue Karte muss her, und hier stoßen wir aufs Problem, vom Wissenstransfer:

8 Milliarden Wege führen auf den Berg der Erkenntnis. Um die Karten der anderen zu studieren, braucht es emotionales Verständnis.

Dieser Griff hier, und jener Kniff dort, brachte mich weiter an folgenden Ort, Hier machte ich Rast, und dort machte ich Kehrt, weil mein Zustand mir grad diesen Pfade verwehrt.

Denn meine Karte beschreibt nur approximativ, Was in mir geschah, während ich ihn (den Weg) lief:

Hier hatte ich Angst, dort fasste ich Mut, für diesen Abschnitt brauchte ich Geduld, an meiner mangelnden Ausrüstung trägt niemand anders die Schuld. An dieser Stelle, da musst ich mich quälen, mich Schicht um Schicht aus meinen Häuten schälen. Dieses Kraut gab mir Kraft, und jener Pilz die Magie. Hier war ich fast oben und dachte: "Ich schaffe es nie."

Willst du meine Karte studieren? Vielleicht hilft sie dir weiter beim navigieren. Dann leg diesen Eid ab, um sie für dich zu gewinn': "Ich schwöre feierlich, dass ich ein Tunichtgut bin!"

Ich hoffe sie hilft dir, ja das hoffe ich sehr: Denn Wissenstransfer ist unfassbar schwer.

I am currently recovering from a cold that I got sitting through a thunderstorm at the ECB last week. Nothing stopping me from speaking truth to power.

Hungersteine

Ich sitz in einem Zug und reime, am Rhein sichtet man Hungersteine. Ein weitres Jahr im Widerstand, diesmal weniger alleine. Gegen all die fetten Bänker-Schweine. Gegen all die dummen Realisten, die es eigentlich besser wüssten. Gegen dich und gegen dich, Gegen dich und dich und dich… 🔁 Und zuletzt auch gegen mich.

Was machst du da? Warum bist du hier? Fragen sie mit Wissbegier. Ich sag: "Ich will einfach nur hier sitzen, bei 40 Grad im Schatten schwitzen." Dann lachen sie: Ich mache Witze, niemand wirklich niemand sitze, Tag für Tag in dieser Hitze. Vor allem nicht, das sei doch krank, vor der Europäischen Zentralen-Bank.

Ich entgegne nur hierzu: "Wenn ich erklär was ich hier tu, vergisst dein Siebhirn mich im Nu, drum setz dich einfach mit dazu."

Bewaffnet mit Symbolgewalt, hoff ich, dass es in Köpfen knallt. Die ganze Straße wird beschallt. In Rheinland-Pflaz, da brennt der Wald. Mich, mich lässt dein Spott ganz kalt. Idealisten werden niemals alt.

In mir glimmt noch heiße Glut, Überreste weißer Wut, In Asche liegt der Bankenstaat, Der im Vertraun dein Geld verwahrt.

Mit deiner Kohle Waffen kauft, Im Zweifel gegen dich gebraucht, Der rückwärts denkt, die Wirtschaft lenkt, den Eisberg rammt, das Schiff versenkt, die Zukunft an den Nagel hängt, und mich in meinem Recht beschränkt.

"Wenn du mich siehst, dann weine." Steht auf einem Hungersteine.

"Wenn du mich siehst, dann renne!" Bevor ich deinen Schein verbrenne.

Week 161 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. This week

, Alex and me were in Decentralized Direct Action in the city center of europes banking capital spreading orange vibes. Three nodes activate pattern recognition within the general population, which leads to more effective subversion of collective consciousness. Wherever you read this, mobilize your local Bitcoin community and join the #SaturdaysForSatoshi movement.

Day 21 at the ECB. On #BitcoinInfinityDay 21.8 we hit a new ATH with the #HumanBlockchain. Eleven independent nodes connected in front of the European Central Bank to send a powerful signal to the community. We’re growing. The network is forming. A lot of other independent nodes appeared throughout the day, saying goodbye, inviting people to express themselves and overall bringing warm orange vibes. 🧡 Some of the nodes include:

Thank you for making this day special, you are my heros 🧡 Decentralized Networks FTW 🙌🏼 Who would’ve guessed that grassroots seeds would grow so quickly in hostile conditions?

Day 20 at the ECB.

Time flies when you’re having fun. I had a lot of fun yesterday and today, so I’m late keeping you up to date on what happened. I was feeling a bit sick yesterday after getting soaked the day before. Luckily I was pumped up with vitamins at home and had

and other friends keeping me company. My sign was inspired by Scott Bessent the Secretary of the US Treasury, who dumped 5-10 billion in European Bonds to prop up the Yen. My advice for European bankers would be to take retaliative action and dump 5-10 billion in US Gov Bonds to buy #Bitcoin. It’s an insider joke for central bankers, that unfortunately no one really got, but I was laughing with passersby’s whether they had 5 -10 billion euros to spare. In the afternoon

arrived at the ECB and the otherwise dead entrance became a lively place for fundamental economic debates, laughter and shared memories. If you’re looking closely even bankers leaving the office are happy to have us, waving in joyful anticipation of the upcoming conversation.

Day 19 at the ECB.

Yesterday started with me getting completely soaked while riding my bike to the ECB. Unfortunate because today I’m having cold symptoms. Sign is one of the all time favorites, getting many reactions and smiles. Had a bunch of company in the evening, with supporters dropping by to donate sats, bankers giving me digital euro propaganda, and friends who were watching me from across the street while I was surviving a thunderstorm in the evening.

Day 18 at the ECB.

First day where my umbrella had to protect me from water instead of sunlight. We asked bankers and passersby’s a simple question: How does money get created? And to our surprise no one really knew. The bankers said it’s a very complex process and I had to remind them that they should explain it to me like I’m five years old. In the evening, Stefano and Maxim, both trainees and therefore still somewhat curious and questioning, did their best to explain the complex intricacies of the fiat system. Talking to us, as they said, was intellectually more stimulating than talking to their colleagues. 2 layers, central bank money and commercial bank money, reserves that have to be held with the central bank, government bonds etc. pp. Simple answer for nerds: Strg+Shift+C :/motherlode

Day 17 at the ECB.

I started the day with a sketch and was particularly proud of what I’ve drawn, and I ended the day with anger over a totally arbitrary police interrogation, which caused the picture of the day to be in less favorable lighting conditions.

Nick a curious law trainee at the ECB sat down and took the time to understand my message and reasoning. It was a productive conversation until the cops appeared, declared us as an assembly and wanted to see personal ID of each of us. Eventually Head of ECB Security came down and said that everything is as always and nothing had to be done about it. Also confirming that one of the assembly members was part of the ECB, so he was allowed to leave. His ID might still end up in a Palantir database, who knows. Police had to communicate back and forth for some time which wasted everyone’s time, and I decided to play the jeopardy melody on my kazoo which lightened the mood for everyone involved.

If you enjoy seeing me free, here is my public key:

bc1qxsxcr3zhz0u237palrd4vedqn4rg4kg69xmznj

Day 16 at the ECB. I was visited by a fellow poet and artist, Lyff. She came up with a creative chalk drawing and I encouraged her to leave a mark on this place. Cops came and ordered to destroy it with water, although the city of Frankfurt has been vocal about saving water, because of the recent heat wave. (It was going to rain later that night anyways) The amount of absurdity and abuse of power is enraging. Rivers are drying up, ecosystems are collapsing, yet the German government and its institutions has nothing better to do than heckling people who peacefully and creatively speak up against the injustice happening. Time to defund the state. ACAB - All centralbanks are broke. 🪧:"We’re boiling the world for your worthless money.“

Day 15 at the ECB. Since 55 years we are living in a system detached from physical reality. Printing money out of thin air is a crime against humanity. But there is hope. A colorful and diverse group of people are starting to wake up to the idea of money that isn’t issued by government institutions. It’s happening all over the world. Ideas can’t be stopped by bullies or bullets.

Day 14 at the ECB. Although I don’t support the digital euro project, I don’t like messaging against the digital euro either, because it attracts a certain kind of individuals (iykyk). However I do like poaching the digital euro team of their talent and guiding it towards decentralized and open source alternatives.

Day 13 at the ECB. Another day of melting, just like the buying power of their currency. Luckily got some company by curious neighbors and fellow activists. Bankers ice seems to be melting as well, just like the poles.
Some curious fellas are daring to dance with cognitive dissonance. I’m having fun. We will win, because we can’t be stopped or censored. #Nostr FTW 🙌🏼

Day 12 at the ECB Yesterday we were visited by the press. Thomas has written articles about my actions in the last years and dropped by with Monika, who took pictures. Afterwards I was drinking mint tea with Daniela, a fellow climate activist who organizes conversation circles for people who want to share their thoughts and emotions about our collapsing ecosystems. Maria and Leticia joined me in the evening, we were playing game on guessing the soundtrack of famous movies which must have been epic to witness while walking by. Overall great day in bringing Bitcoin awareness to everyday folks. Read the article here:

https://www.fr.de/frankfurt/wieviel-bitcoin-ist-die-ezb-wert-revolution-mit-hebefigur-94440827.html

Day 11 at the ECB Yesterday afternoon I was toasted by the sun. Today feels no different. The last 8 years have been the hottest in history and if the trend continues this one will be one of the cooler ones to come. The sun sets about 19:30 behind the buildings and after that there was time to play games, make music and bring life and love to an otherwise triste place. Also: please make sure I don’t stay poor.

Day 10 at the ECB. People need to wake the fuck up. Rivers are drying up. Ecosystems are collapsing. All the destruction is driven by infinite rights to consume resources (fiat), trying to properly and sustainably allocate the limited amount of resources we have on planet earth. It’s a crime against humanity, and it’ll continue unless we take action. I can’t stop it alone, but I’ll stand by your side.

Day 9 at the ECB. Yesterday felt like I was on Mustafar. The heatwave is turning the floor into lava. This battle can only be won with epic music, fun and the power of the force. It’s within all of us. Wielding it takes time and training.

Day 8 at the ECB Week 159 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi After having a rough start into the day and the feeling that both the #bitcoin and #climate bubbles are failing as allies, universe showed me that local support networks are growing. Got Mate and Cashew airdrops by kind strangers. Many people say they don’t trust banks, but their actions don’t show it. Great conversation with Denise uplifted the mood for the evening. Ending a day of honest work at the local theatre festival that became great allies over the last years. I am NOT alone in this.

Day 7 at the ECB was the first day without cops. Security is still worried about the peaceful (R)evolution happening under their nose. Meditation sessions were followed by deep conversations and friendly smiles from passerby’s. I got pizza from the neighbors which lifted the mood for the last 3h.

Day 6 at the ECB is coming to an end. It was significantly cooler today, which was a relief from getting cooked sous vide the last few days. Since it’s the 6th of August, it was the perfect day to honor the

cult. I’m pretty sure we’ll make it to 600 Billion before 2140. 2040 if more people join in the #HumanBlockchain and raise #Bitcoin awareness in collective consciousness.

Day 5 at the ECB. Yesterday we found out that Bankers are afraid of chalk. We’re having fun while security and police are trying to come up with excuses to arrest us. They say we didn’t obey assembly rules, that’s why they had to take David of Liberty into police custody. Learning of the day: "Don’t carry chalk on you all the time to leave messages at your local banking infrastructure."

Day 4 at the ECB. Today was all about honoring Bini. We buried her around midday. She became a close friend and is missed dearly by many. She mobilized and networked for a more colorful and collaborative future until she died and served as a huge inspiration and source of love and wisdom. 🖤🤍 🪧: "Grandma Bini sends me."

Day 3 at the ECB. After being dragged of by police for committing the crime of peacefully raising #Bitcoin awareness, I was invited by Georg for some ice cream. Day got better after that, with lots of laughter and scaring Banksters with funny dance battles and chalk messages around their premises.

ECB is fighting Liberty and Freedom on individual and collective scale in an industrialized effort. It’s time to fight back with peaceful presence. They can drag off one guy. But they can’t stop us, when we unite. Pleb alone weak, #plebstogetherstrong. #HumanBlockchain on 21st of August 13:12 - 21:21.

Spread the word:

Just got violently dragged of the ECB premises.

Day 2/21 at the ECB is coming to an end. It’s been a hot day holding up the fire of freedom at the gates to Mordor. I’ve made some content with a Chinese influencer. Had a couple conversations with curious passersby’s and the impression that overall Bitcoin awareness has risen. 🪧: "Euros destroy your environment and your buying power."

Week 158 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi 📍European Central Bank Today was all about #funmaxxing while being in direct action. We celebrated #BitcoinIndependenceDay by forming a #HumanBlockchain. Support from German and European #Bitcoin community resembles the bear market sentiment. I was meditating through a whole police interaction, cops came wanted to see ID, were threatening violence, left without any word or look from me. Peaceful non cooperation is the most underestimated weapon in the world.

and I also got acrobatic and marked the first block of the chain.

Great read! Thank you for boiling it down 🧡

Week 157 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Today’s action took place in Wörgl 🇦🇹 I guess german speaking bitcoiners might have heard of the wonder of Wörgl. It’s a success story of a local currency and a neat rabbit hole to go down. The statue in front of the local bank reminds me of the Satoshi statue in

I joined it for a couple blocks today, marking Bitcoin as a Wonder of the Wordl.

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/W%C3%B6rgler_Schwundgeld?wprov=sfti1#Rezeption

Week 156 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. In today’s action I needed to stand my ground against security and civilians who were offended by my music and presence. Raising the question: "Who carries the responsibility for our monetary system?"

Die Revolution ist Langweilig

Wenn du an Revolution denkst, dann hast du’s meist eilig, die Macht an sich reißen, könnte sich beißen, mit der pazifistischen Idee, meiner Revolution, sie macht aus dir Künstler und Dichter, statt Arbeiter-Klon, denn wer im Hamsterrad steckt, denkt dass schneller Laufen, der einzige Weg sei, nicht zu ersaufen. Doch der Pegel steigt stetig, 3% pro Jahr, Solang's nur die Füße sind, droht keine Gefahr, Dann wenn es schon bis zu den Knien steht, Und das rennende Rad immer schwerer geht, Realisierst du, dass dir die Zeit jetzt fehlt, Um ne Arche zu bauen die die Flut übersteht. Ich hingegen, Ich hatt es nie eilig, Mein Rad hat nie wirklich zu laufen begonnen, Du belächeltest mich vor der Zentralbank beim sonnen, Sagtest auch ich solle arbeiten gehn, Mit dir Runde um Runde im Hamsterrad drehn, Ich hingegen bat Dir meinen Schoß, Zu zweit baut es sich besser an einem Floß, Doch im steigenden Pegel sahst du kein Problem, damals bedeckte das Wasser nicht mal die Zehen, und ich, ich gab dir bestimmt zu verstehn, ich wolle mich weiter dem Floß widmen gehn. Lang lang ist’s her, seitdem wir uns haben gesehn, Einige Jahre, fünfzig oder zehn? Doch was ist in der Zeit dazwischen geschehn? Ich sammelte eifrig Reisig, Wenn auch erst alleinig, Und aus Floß, wurde Boot, wurde Schiff, wurde Yacht. Es war nicht einfach, doch ich hab es vollbracht. Und du rettetest dich vorm ersaufen mit letzter Kraft, an den orangenen Ring meiner schwimmenden Yacht, Kletterst hinauf und erkennst ganz geschafft, Das ist doch der Typ, den ich habe belacht. Ich lächle sanft und geschmeidig: Hier sind wir uns doch wieder einig. Die Revolution war am Ende lang-weilig.

GM #Nostr

M itgefühl und E mpathie mit T ieren führt Z u G esunden E ssgewohnheiten R eich an E rbsenprotein I mitationen

Week 155 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Since 3 years I’m on the streets of Europe onboarding people to #bitcoin. 150€ buys you your fair share in the #Bitcoin revolution today. This is investment advice.

Can someone from

help me with claiming an on-chain deposit, it says network fees are too high, but I’ve transferred sufficient funds to the wallet.

Week 154 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi was framed by the ColognePride Weekend. In yesterday’s action I decided to burn some cash. In front of my local bank. Today I walked in front of the Truck to bring some political tension in an otherwise mostly commercialized #PrideParade. Also I was happy to meet my Diva- Alter- Ego Viola. Happy Pride y‘all. 💛🧡❤️💚🩵💙💜

Am utterly broke rn, anyone willing to light up my wallet?

ÖPNV

Ich sitz allein in einem Bus, der hundert Menschen fassen muss. Und ich frag mich mit Verdruss: Warum die Menschen lieber im Auto sitzen, Statt hier mit mir im Bus zu schwitzen.

Die Busse fahrn, doch sie sind leer, Denn Fritz, Horst, Maggus und der Peer, Lieben Individualverkehr.

Der macht das Leben einfach und bequem, Denn auf dem Rücksitz hinter getönten Scheiben, Lässt es sich sehr leicht verstehn. So wie’s ist so soll’s auch bleiben.

Was außer Individualverkehr, mögen diese Herren sehr? Menschen die gerade sind und nicht Queer, Frauen, die sagen: "Bittesehr!" Strandurlaub am Mittelmeer, Ein gut ausgeprägtes Heer.

Nun sitz ich in der Bahn und schwitze, weil draußen herrscht die Affenhitze. Diese Bahn ist etwas voller, Bahn zu fahrn ist eh viel toller.

Der Fußabdruck er kümmert nicht, den Herren der die Regeln spricht, denn seine Worte sind sein Gewicht, Seine Taten, zählen nicht.

Und diese Menschen solln uns führn? Obwohl sie keinen Finger rührn, um an Problemen anzupacken, stattdessen im Büro versacken.

Da meckern sie über Lifestyle Teilzeit, Stadtbild oder Gendern

Aber ich will: Öffentlich Partizipativ Nachhaltig Verändern.

R.I.P. My lovely ₿ini 🧡

Week 153 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. I appeared as a sexy spirit in the fever dream collective consciousness is living through currently. It’s too hot to debate, yet two people chose to stay for a while and learn about sound money.

Anyone down to fund drinks and ice for today’s action, so I don’t melt on the sidewalk? Whale zaps are hot! 🥵 lnbc210u1p4rlgnxpp55r4mkhj5fr83rkyf3afhw8th20k9kj2slw6l3935aadxgudgdk5sdp82pshjgr5dusyymrfde4jq4mpd3kx2apq24ek2uscqzpuxqrwzqsp5xstzejr6v5zuzfhkergdg5m2rg20kxysz6lmm5s62f3k0m92rnnq9qxpqysgqe96qzm7gmneynlgehs48m24hca97ha5kgukemdssyjexlhejyc35qy0h8r696683ttkg2rdsuypfv9y85yz9chqfqcl9pcu80wx0evcpp5d8ll

Kollektiver Kollaps

Es gibt einige Momente in denen ich die Welt nicht versteh. Zum Beispiel: Wenn ich mir den Autokorso nach nem Deutschlandspiel anseh. Und ich frag mich: Wann tut Dummheit eigentlich weh?

Ich kann es nicht fassen, beginne zu hassen. Wie zur Hölle bewegt man, solch verlorene Massen? Und warum zum Teufel, können die das nicht unterlassen?

In Scharen fallen sie in die Maschen der FIFA herein, für individuelle Verantwortung fehlt das Bewusst-sein, Gefressen werden gehechselte Tierkadaver in Scheißeschlauch - am liebsten vom Schwein. Und ich dichte darüber, Spielverderber zu sein. Macht mich das ehrlich oder eher gemein? Ich geb wirklich nen Fick drauf, Deutscher zu sein.

Die Lampen sind an, die Hirne sind aus. Ich hoffe "unsere Jungs" fliegen in der Vorrunde raus. Ohne das Deutschlandtrikot wärst du doch ne ganz süße Maus, aber ich check schon, keiner sticht gern aus der Masse heraus. Der Kollaps rückt näher mit Getos und Gebraus: Ich bin ein Star, bitte holt mich hier raus!

Schwarz, Rot und Gold sind die Farben der Ehre, und ihr fragt euch wirklich warum ich mich wehre? Ein klein bisschen Hoffnung an der ich mich zehre: Eine Welt ohne Banken, nicht diese mehr wäre.

Irgendwo anders sind Menschen in Not, Hier raucht er weiter, der gierige Schlot, Um die Welt zu kontrollieren, braucht es nur Spiele und Brot. Teile und Herrsche - Ich bin Patriot: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles, über alles auf der Welt. Ich weiß doch, dass dir das heimlich gefällt. Denn wer bist du wirklich, wenn nach 90-2 die Niederlage droht? Ein stolz nationalistischer Vollidiot.

Noch eine Frage zum Abschluss, vielleicht eher unbequem: Sind alle die WM-Trikots tragen, gesichert Rechts(staat)extrem?

#954.626

Week 152 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. It’s hot in the city. Too hot for normal clothing, so I decided to put on a white robe and recycle a message that resonated with the outfit. Isn’t it funny that the first country adopting #Bitcoin as legal tender is a translation for "the savior"?

Shattered Island

Maybe you were destined, Right from the start, To fracture, break, and shatter, My most fragile part. My unconditionally loving, beautiful heart.

My tears filled puddles, ponds, lakes Since we broke apart. Sailing the ocean of grief, Looking for land to restart.

Unfortunately there is no fucking breeze, My trauma response kicks, Fight, flight or freeze. Wave after wave of emotional turmoil, Will hopefully wash me, towards more fertile soil.

Do I still trust my might? There is no land in sight. Did I loose you, because I didn’t fight? Was my shadow too dark, or did my light shine too bright?

The waves keep rising, they’re so towering high, My nutshell is sinking, Flooded from tears that I cry.

I’ve accepted my fate, This is the place where I die. No fairies around me, Teaching me how to fly.

I’m gracefully drowning, In the ocean of grief, Swallowing sorrow, Until I feel relief.

As my body sinks down, To where the anemones live, And realize that there wasn’t much more that I could sustainably give. I’m finally ready of letting it go. As I arrive at the gates, Of eternal flow.

Here I see our land, Which we would have built. Both our souls, aligned and fulfilled.

But it only appeared, after I was ready to die.
The waves reappear. And I am starting to cry.

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.

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