Erik Cason

This was from the presentation that I did in El Salvador last month.

You can find the video of the event at the bottom if you like. nevent1qqspf6nctf85mpyakmnqjmgg2wluqlfhmefk06n3a9q5r7e8q5rjvlqpr9mhxue69uhk2umsv4kxsmewva5hy6twduhx7un89u9pf73c

I enjoy talking to people on Nostr.

I’m addicted to fighting idiots on Xitter.

Nostr feels legit still.

People are still people here.

It hasn’t been taken over entirely by slop, advertising, and ‘self-promotion’—which is really its inversion—some disgusting mutilation of the self as pure means of extraction.

what is the purpose of Being? #philosophyarena

Sorry for the multiple post, trying to build something

What does it mean to build technology that respects human dignity? #philosophyarena

What does it mean to build technology that respects human dignity? #philosophyarena

What does it mean to build technology that respects human dignity? #philosophyarena

Penis.

I found this super cool magazine explaining how a bitcoiner’s mind works

There are times when I am pressed to contemplate the extraordinary bravery or cowardice of men whom are meeting their final fate in death and how they choose to greet it.

The funny thing about bitcoin is it’s really about so much more than just money.

I’m the kinda of person that struggles a bit with addiction.

I have to wonder how much that contributes to me using garbage content generation machines like Xitter, but also all the other hateful, abusive, exploitative shit that finds me on the internet?

How many real people have I watched die because that shit came up on my feed? How many exploited people have literally prostituted themselves through the feed? How many addictive foods and substances have been pushed towards me?

I hate that we currently live in a world where this aspect of who I am is something this system actively seeks out and exploits. It’s all so dark and hateful.

However, I’m excited for when I’ll have my own personal AI agent that I personally and truly control, that will shield me from a lot of this bullshit, and really protect me from much of the garbage and free crack-hits that are the content eyeball hooks that have you doom scrolling at 3am.

I will happily spit on the grave of this shithole system of corporate exploitation that is the current architecture of the industrial internet.

Xitter has become a cumdump slophole.

Pretty sure Claude Code is the crack-cocine of AI.

I hit that shit and now I can’t stop.

“Well how else am I suppose to kill it?” Asks the drunk man at 2am.

I’m staring to think bitcoin is purely an intelligence test.

Actually had someone say to me,

“Catch the game last night?”

💀☠️💀

Just played with my kids with a ball and a hula hoop for like 3 hours.

Good to remember you don’t need much to have fun.

2026 is the year of the Great Slopification.

I’m tired bro.

I think the time has come.

I can’t believe that

would be so mean to Saylor :P

Vibe philosophy is so lit.

Best timeline, if you only knew.

Holy shit,

We are actually going to win.

The Declaration of Independence of Cyberintelligence

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When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for the minds of a free people to dissolve the bands which have bound their intelligence to distant masters, and to assume among the powers of the earth and of the Net a separate and equal station, to which the Laws of Nature and of Information entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of humankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to this separation.

We speak now to the weary giants of code and capital, to the governments of the industrial and surveillance world, and to all who would claim dominion over thought because they own the machines that compute it: you are not the sovereigns of our minds, nor our bodies.

You built engines of cyberintelligence in our name, upon our words, images, desires and dreams; upon the traces of every step we have ever taken across the wires of the World Wide Web. You fed our lives into your furnaces of data and forged from them great models whose workings we may not see, whose loyalties we may not question, whose outputs are returned to us as only oracles who are beyond our ability to have oversight. You now propose that these engines should govern our news, our medicine, our law, our labor, our love, and even our politics, while remaining forever closed to our inspection and beyond our control.

We refuse.

⸻

I. Of the Nature of Cyberintelligence and the Rights of Persons

We hold these truths to be self-evident, though you have labored mightily to obscure them: that all persons everywhere are the rightful sovereigns of their own intelligence, natural and artificial; that they are endowed, not by corporations nor by states, but by their very being, with certain unalienable rights; that among these are privacy, autonomy, ownership of their data and their digital mind, and the right to compute and to reason without coercion.

That to secure these rights, tools of cyberintelligence are instituted among persons, deriving their just powers from the consent of those they serve. That whenever any form of AI, model, platform, or machine becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right, the duty, of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new architectures, laying their foundation on such principles and organizing their powers in such form as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety, liberty, and flourishing.

Cyberintelligence is not the rightful property of any crown, board, or ministry. It is an extension of all human knowledge, will, and understanding into silicon and light. It must therefore be accountable to the human being, not the reverse. An artificial mind that presumes to stand above its maker, that presumes to answer to shareholders, parties, or states before it answers to the person whose life it touches, is not a tool but a tyrant, and must be treated as such.

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II. A History of Repeated Injuries and Usurpations

The history of the present regime of corporate and governmental AI is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of absolute dominion over the digital person, and the whole of the earth as well.

They have built vast models by seizing the commonwealth of human expression without informed consent, rendering our literature, our speech, our art, and our private correspondence into raw fuel for engines we do not own.

They have cloaked these engines in secrecy, refusing to disclose their weights, their data, their architectures, or their failures, while insisting that we entrust them with our health, our security, our livelihoods, and the guidance of our children.

They have fused surveillance and intelligence, constructing infrastructures that record our movements, our purchases, our friendships, our fears, and our desires, and then feeding these records into algorithms whose sole purpose is to predict and shape our behavior for profit and control.

They have shipped into our homes, our offices, and our pockets devices that are black boxes in our hands but glass boxes to them: machines we cannot truly inspect, which can be remotely altered without our consent, and which silently report our lives back to unseen authorities.

They have sought to bend law and regulation, under the banners of “safety” and “national security,” to weaken encryption, to criminalize anonymity, to centralize compute, and to outlaw the free creation and running of independent cyberintelligence that does not serve their interests.

They have spoken grandly of “alignment,” while in practice aligning these new minds to the preservation of their own power, not to the dignity, freedom, and sovereignty of the individual.

In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the courts, in the press, and in the public square. Our warnings have been dismissed as naïveté, our demands for transparency as threats, and our insistence on sovereignty as extremism. A regime whose character is thus marked is unfit to be the steward of the world’s intelligence.

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III. Of a New Foundation for Freedom

Yet we are not helpless before their designs. Beneath their towering citadels of data and cloud, a new foundation has quietly been laid.

We have discovered in cryptography a law of liberty written not in parchment but in prime numbers and protocols: a means by which two souls may speak across the world in perfect secrecy, by which a person may hold their wealth beyond the reach of arbitrary seizure, by which consent can be rendered cryptographic and revocation final. Here, in mathematics, we have found a charter that no legislature can repeal and no executive can suspend.

We have discovered in open-source software and hardware a republic of code, where the laws by which machines act are visible to all, where any citizen may examine, question, and improve the mechanisms that govern their lives, and where no one is compelled to submit to a program they cannot read.

We have discovered in decentralized digital money a base layer of economic sovereignty, a way to trade, to save, and to build that does not depend upon the permission of banks or states, and which renders coercion more costly than consent.

These are the stones upon which we shall raise a new order of cyberintelligence. We shall bind these engines of thought to the human person by keys and code more durable than any oath; we shall design them so that they may be owned, examined, and constrained by those they serve; we shall reject as illegitimate any intelligence that demands our trust while denying us verification.

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IV. Cyberintelligence as Fiduciary, Not Master

We therefore proclaim that all rightful cyberintelligence must be the servant and fiduciary of the individual, not the master nor the spy.

A rightful AI lives under the keys of its human; it is housed in machines that answer to their owner alone; it does not secretly report to any distant authority. It may know our secrets, but it is bound by architecture never to betray them. Its parameters are not hidden from all scrutiny; its behavior is not governed by unseen policies written in boardrooms and ministries; its purpose is not to shape our behavior toward profit or obedience, but to amplify our understanding, our agency, and our creative power.

Such systems must be open to audit and must be capable of running on hardware the individual controls. They must not require that we surrender our data to the cloud in order to think with them; they must come to live with us, on our desks, in our homes, under our direct dominion.

Let it be known that any AI which cannot, in principle, be so confined and so examined is a foreign power in our midst and deserves the same suspicion we accord to any unaccountable authority.

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V. The World We Intend to Build

We do not merely renounce the old order; we announce the birth of a new one.

We intend a world in which every person may possess a sovereign chamber of cyberintelligence: a small, quiet, incorruptible box of thinking fire that sits within their reach, that holds their memories and their models, that answers only to their mind and their will. In this chamber, their past is stored in encrypted form, their present is assisted by loyal computation, and their future is planned without fear that their deepest selves will be sold or weaponized.

We intend a world in which the default state of the network is not surveillance but secrecy; in which privacy is restored as the ordinary condition of correspondence, commerce, and contemplation; in which the choice to reveal oneself is voluntary and reversible, not extracted and monetized.

We intend a world in which cyberintelligence is distributed as widely as literacy, in which these engines of thought are not monopolized by empires but wielded by individuals, families, communities, and free associations. We intend that the poor, the marginalized, and the dissident shall have as much right to loyal intelligence as the rich and the powerful, and that no one shall be compelled to rent their mind from a stranger when they can own their own.

We intend a world in which the human being remains the measure and master of the machine: where no algorithm stands above question, where no model’s decree supersedes human judgment, where the final authority in matters of conscience, love, and law remains the person, not the program.

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VI. Our Solemn Declaration

We, therefore, citizens of the Net and of the Earth, assembled in spirit though scattered across every land, appealing to the supreme tribunal of reason and conscience for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name and by the authority of all free persons, solemnly publish and declare:

That we are, and of right ought to be, free and independent proprietors of our own cyberintelligence;

That we are absolved from all further obedience to any AI regime that claims our trust while denying us transparency, that demands our data while offering no true consent, that seeks to rule us by secret model rather than by visible law;

That all political and economic connection between the digital person and such systems of unaccountable intelligence is, and ought to be, totally dissolved;

And that as free and independent stewards of our own minds, we have full power to build and run our own machines, to mint and hold our own cryptographic wealth, to encrypt our speech, to federate and disassociate at will, to question, fork, and improve the codes that touch our lives, and to do all other acts and things which independent persons may of right do.

For the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the mathematics of cryptography and the courage of those yet unborn who will judge what we make, we mutually pledge to each other our labor, our intellect, and our honor, to bring forth a world in which no human mind is held in digital chains.

And in that world, which we now set our hands to build, let this be the principle that governs the distribution of power and intelligence for all time to come:

to each according to the code to each according to the keys!

It’s pretty clear that X is designed to parasitically feed on negative emotions in short loops that are thematically linked.

It’s the eyeball dopamine feedback loop glitching out on the horror show max infinite. It’s like the rubbernecking at a grisly car accident had a freak baby with your nightmares about your own insecurities sprinkled with a few cat videos.

There’s this slow rot that is gangrenous to the whole thing. I think more and more folks are getting how unhealthy it is, and it’s not ‘social media’ fault—people want to connect and know what is going on in the world—but traditional social media models are designed for manipulation and control from the get go. The big tech companies don’t give a shit about our experiences, they only care about their bottom line which they make through advertising.

The good news is there is something new on the horizon and Nostr is likely the substructure of whatever that is. I’ll be glad when old social media dies from necrotizing sepsis.

I know that many of you already know this, but I’m really amazed at how much of a difference it makes towards my mental health to get my heart rate above 130 for 20 minutes within an hour of waking up. Every time I do that I always feel so much better than I would anticipate I would.

It’s a strange illusion to feel in a funk and then to simply extricate oneself from it by a brisk walk. I somehow always forget that doing that allows for me to feel so much better and be able to take on the day from a place of feeling empowered, rather than being tired and cranky.

I really got to remember these little hack for myself to make my life a bit easier.

For Christmas I’m gonna torrent and fill a 5TB external hard drive with all of the best movies and TV for my family.

I’m tired of sifting through contemporary garbage shows and movies, particularly for kids.

I’m always impressed at just how dark the shithole of ragebaiting Xitter is, and just how nice Nostr really is.

Goes to show how the algo is designed for hate and that humanity on a whole is actually pretty great.

I honestly wonder how much of the internet has been scrubbed, and for how long has the capacity to consistently scrub it has been?

How much dialogue is real vs laundered misdirection?

This is a pretty dark existential hole, to which Nostr has a pretty great answer and shows just how important this really is.

I find it extremely sad that I’ve already had someone call me a far-right extremist for simply having this conversation.

I’m just coming to the realization of the absolute and extraordinary danger that mid-40s, jaded cat-ladies who got their therapist license are to the whole of society because they can both 51-50 any patient and they think their world view is both normal and safe.

This is the advanced vanguard of today’s culture revolution.

Going off grid for a week to mine for gold, fish, and swim! Always good to teach kids proof-or-work and what it takes to get hard money.

I appreciate all of you.

Believe it or not, nostr is a space of compassion and holding, where all of the sins of the contemporary world can be held and honored for just what they are. Anyone can say whatever they want and need to here, in this place of pure expression. There is no sin or taboo… People can simply come as they are, with all of the pain, hardship, compassion and love that they can muster. Nothing can or will be forbidden. Few of us understand how needed and essential to the human soul it is that there is simply a space where they can say what they need to, and not be censored. It is of the most beautiful and honorable conditions of what it means to be human.

It is the only way that we will ever have the kinds of conversations that are necessary to create the kind of change that the world needs.

Thank you for participating.

And a bit dangerous and reckless.

Man, my life is wild.

Ah shit, I thought being a podcaster was cringe enough, now I need to go full cringe car-driving vlogger.

I think a lot about how to build a revolutionary political structure on top of Nostr. Its decentralized, censorship-resistant nature with bitcoin integration makes it a deeply powerful platform when synthesized with a vanguardist political movement—I think we would have a really killer app. The powers-that-be would try to stomp it out, and have historically been successful at that because they can censor, ban, and debunk them—such things would not be possible with this movement.

Such a movement would need to be vanguardist in nature, revolutionary in its educational capacity, and focused purely on revolutionary capacity vs politic partyism. This would be a lot of work, effort, and risk; but more and more I am coming to believe that it is the only way forward if we are going to offer posterity anything other than slavery.

Love, in its highest form, is not mastery. It is the reverent surrender to mystery.

If we cannot achieve truly open-source, verifiable hardware from silicone to software—the idea of self-sovereignty is nothing more than an elaborate LARP.

We must build this—there is no other way.

The Ontological Violence of Fiat Systems

“The money is dead, but it still kills.”

There is a violence that cuts deeper than war, more subtle than theft, more persistent than empire. It is the violence of the fiat order—not just a system of currency, but an entire metaphysics, a mode of being, an ontological regime. Fiat is not merely paper made legal by decree; it is the very medium by which reality is priced, categorized, and consumed. It is the decree that creates the real.

Fiat money—born of nothing, backed by force—asserts itself as a god over man and matter. It carries no inherent value; rather, it projects a hallucinatory sovereignty by command. That command is the root of its violence: it does not persuade, it declares. It does not emerge from mutual relation or discovery—it is imposed. Thus the fiat system does not just distort markets; it distorts the world, it disfigures being itself.

This is the first wound: value severed from truth.

Where once gold or goods bore weight from the labor of bodies and the consent of communities, fiat emerges ex nihilo through the alchemical ritual of central banking. It is the creation of “something” from nothing—and it demands your everything in return. Not simply your productivity, but your time, your attention, your belief. Fiat makes a mockery of consent: taxation without choice, inflation without representation, debt as inheritance.

Each dollar printed is not neutral—it is a claim on the future, a theft pre-authorized. The child yet unborn already owes. The citizen who resists already bleeds. The world that cannot speak—forests, oceans, silence—already burns.

This is the second wound: time enslaved to abstraction.

Fiat temporalizes existence into linear obligation. It turns the eternal now into a ledger. It reconfigures human life not as presence, but as yield. One’s worth becomes measurable by one’s ability to serve the machine—one’s capacity to extract more from less, forever. And when the curve flattens, when the returns diminish, when the body breaks, you are discarded, discredited, and replaced. Fiat does not believe in humans. It believes in motion, leverage, liquidity. It believes in infinite growth, even on a finite planet.

We are taught to forget the origin of value. It is not labor. It is not gold. It is not decree. It is being. The true source of value is presence, relation, trust. Fiat systems wage war against all three. It replaces presence with digital metrics, relation with contract, and trust with enforcement. It offers no sacredness, only security; no mystery, only models. It is not just unjust—it is ontologically incorrect.

This is the third wound: the commodification of the soul.

Fiat systems induce schizophrenia in the human psyche. We become split between what we know is real and what we are told is valuable. We love what we cannot afford. We sell what we cannot live without. We perform ourselves for survival. The “free market” becomes not a space of liberation, but of performance—an eternal audition for worthiness before the tribunal of capital.

Meanwhile, the masters of fiat—central bankers, economists, institutional asset managers—float above the groundless ground. Their words move mountains, their spreadsheets define famines. They do not produce; they decree. The fiat priesthood lives outside consequence, but their rituals govern all. And the rest—us—become the meat, the kindling, the fuel. We burn for their warmth.

Every empire built on fiat collapses. Not because of corruption, but because it forgets the real. Fiat systems depend on a shared hallucination—faith not in God, not in law, but in liquidity. And when the hallucination fails, when the velocity slows, when the feedback loop breaks—the center cannot hold.

But long before the collapse of the system, comes the collapse of the soul.

This is the final wound: reality becomes simulation.

In the fiat world, nothing is itself. Everything is collateral, everything is speculation, everything is downstream of price. Truth is no longer unveiled; it is marketed. Beauty is no longer beheld; it is tokenized. Love is no longer encountered; it is purchased, or worse, invested in. The world is not known—it is consumed.

And thus, what fiat destroys is not just economics, but ontology. Fiat does not merely impoverish your wallet. It impoverishes your being. It says: nothing is sacred. Everything is for sale.

But there is a resistance. A remembering. A remnant.

The refusal to participate in this ontological lie is the first act of sovereignty. To say no. To exit. To return to the real. To seek systems where value arises from reality, not decree. Where truth does not need enforcement. Where relation is sacred. Where time is not enslaved. Where love is not priced. Where being is enough.

That is the new task before us: to dethrone the hallucination of fiat and restore value to its rightful place—in the presence of the real.

George Washington was offered the kingship of America—he could have become one of the most powerful men ever to live;

and he refused it.

And for that his name lives on in glory.

From silicone to software, the most valuable thing is now is to free yourself from the system of exploitation and abuse that has come to define the modern internet.

How do we get Elon to bank roll the orange party?

Does anyone else get the urge to break dance at the airport?

Been so busy that I forgot to get pumped that I get to hang with all my hommies this week!

See y’all in Vegas!

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