Through The Looking Glass V|2.2

Centered in a circle of [[standing stones]], a green army formed in the settled dusts of time. With blades raised towards the looming blue sky, pointed to a [[deity]] from which they owed their existence, some [[thousand doomed scions]] gathered hopelessly amidst the scattered corpses of those who had shown such pride in life before. They had grown tall in the final merciful rays of autumn light to test the tension of fate which had only now showed signs of a [[slightly twisting arc]], hiding from the wisest of those souls what had clearly already happened before. <center><div class="sketchfab-embed-wrapper"> <iframe title="A 3D model" width="1080" height="720" src="https://sketchfab.com/models/711109ca1dd64b0ebd1637a3287f873a/embed?autostart=1&ui_controls=1&ui_infos=1&ui_inspector=1&ui_stop=1&ui_watermark=1&ui_watermark_link=1" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; fullscreen; vr" mozallowfullscreen="true" webkitallowfullscreen="true"></iframe></div></center> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bank_Policy_Institute">Policy can be like Poetry.</a>

The [stones] seemed familiar as they stood looming. An earthen echo of past deeds and future loss yet realized. Standing with their backs to the sun the long shadow of the gathered forces was cast into the distance. There, it met an even [[deeper dark->vast lake]] that floated for an instant only to tumble and twist, forming a great swirling mass on the horizon which crawled slowly down, ever further, towards the growing shadows seen in several deep valleys below the stone [[ringed bulwark]]. All game play is performance, all digital games belong to theater — but there is more. The current leading edge of digital game design — the avant game — represents a particular kind of performance: all performance. As digital games become more immersive, more pervasive, more persistent, and more massive, they clearly and convincingly approach Gesamtkunstwerk, Richard Wagner’s classical ideal of “total performance,” the theatrical event that encompasses all art practice in a single unified experience (5). To what field of art do digital games belong? The visual arts? Yes — think game graphics. The literary arts? Yes — think interactive storytelling. The media arts? Yes — think code, audio production, and A.I. processors. The plastic arts? Sure — think game hardware and innovative interfaces. Architectural arts? Indeed — think real-world game environments. Digital games belong to all of these art fields simultaneously. And the platform that connects them is performance. It is through the players’ collective performance that games create a total aesthetic experience. Gamers create Gesamtkunstwerk. * Wagner wrote of his desire for a total performance genre, through which “the public, that representation of daily life, forgets the confines of the auditorium, and lives and breathes now only in the artwork which seems to it as Life itself, and on the stage which seems the wide expanse of the whole World.” Jordan Weisman, game designer, describes the creative vision for his company’s groundbreaking alternate reality, massively multiplayer, pervasive games The Beast (2001) and I Love Bees (2004): “Install base: Everyone. The entire public. Platform: The world. The entire electronic sphere. If we could make your toaster print something we would. Anything with an electric current running through it. A single story, a single gaming experience, with no boundaries. A game that is life itself.”... <br> ... Digital game play is dramatic performance. Players act “as if,” that magic Stanislavski acting technique; they act as if they believe the rules are real limitations, as if the artificial goal is of real importance. Digital game play is spectacular performance. Digital game play, especially physical, pervasive and tournament game play, generates attention and audiences. Digital game play is demonstrative performance. Players demonstrate their mastery of the game system, showing off their understanding and skill in manipulating and reading the game system’s input, feedback and control mechanisms. Digital game play is expressive performance. Players reveal aspects of their personal identity through their choices in avatar and verbal exchange. And digital game play is, increasingly, about traditional kinds of performance: singing, rhythm, dance, movement, social engineering, and even in-game protest. * The same year that John Reaves claimed all interactive art in the name of theater, new media theorist Lev Manovich wrote: “We are still waiting for a true digital Gesamtkunstwerk which will take full advantage of the ability to interweave the distinct languages of different media” (2). We are no longer waiting. All games are performance, and today’s avant game is already approaching the Gesamtkunstwerk. Total performance is the state of the digital art game. <br> *REFERENCES* 1. Colucci, Emanuel. “Interview with Ernest Adams.” Game Programming Italia. 26 March 2005. 2. Manovich, Lev. “Reading Media Art.” Mediagramm. ZKM, Summer 1995. 3. Reaves, J., 1995. 'Theory and Practice: The Gertrude Stein Repertory Theatre' in CyberStage, Vol 1 No.3 (Summer), Toronto, Canada: CyberStage Publishing. 4. Schechner, Richard. Performance Studies: An Introduction. New York: Routledge, 2002. 5. Wagner, Richard. “Outlines of the Artwork of the Future.” (1849) Multimedia: From Wagner to Virtual Reality. Eds. Randall Packer and Ken Jordan. New York: Norton & Company, 2001.

The skeletons of six naked apish forms sprawled, each behind their own broken [[terminal]]; the fifth lay bare, unoccupied and empty in the silence of the space you are in. Fallen guardians whom had the tenacity to hold the fate of humanity in their [[palms]], each of whom demanded a separate shift of paradigm guided by their hands which now lay open in front of them, guiding them [[westward->west]].

<div><iframe width="100%" height="60" src="https://vocaroo.com/embed/1aQP2xzCjLLM" frameborder="0"></iframe><br><a href="https://voca.ro/1aQP2xzCjLLM" title="Vocaroo Voice Recorder" target="_blank"></a></div> We are not the first to notice a shift in the way of things. In fact if you ask the others who have been here before they would tell you of the other mysteries that have been revealed. In time long past, other bright eyes gathered amongst the storms of their own age. In our time, we gather here & now. It is time to combine our knowledge into the [[great library->Archives]]. It will hold no form, it will take no shape - the future of what we know will exist within a new ledger that we all share in maintaining. Together we become they, and as we stand in [[a cluster->UNL]]. Ready again to realize what happens when an age is defined by the many willing to stand against the tide. They had grown tall in the final merciful rays of autumn light to test the tension of fate which had only now showed signs of a [[slightly twisting arc]], hiding from the wisest of those souls what had clearly already happened before. Which time do you want to witness? We can show you many of the same cycles before. <br> [[USA]] & <br> [[England]] & <br> ___|CLASSIFIED|___ & << The Bodhi ___|CLASSIFIED|___ & << The Sun <br> I ask you this as the first stars begin to fade as dawn pierces through the black [[pitch veil]] of the night sky. You could always go [[back->The Future is here]]. “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don’t much care where—” said Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat. “—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation. “Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you [[only walk long enough->Transhuman]].” — *Chapter 6, Pig and Pepper*

*Skeletal hands outstretched and bleached [[bare->dull bones]] by the [Sun], facing up - as if in defeat - or prayer.* The bones were shattereed around the knuckles and joints, and the long splintered fingers looked as if they still ached for their [[disgarded weapons]] which lay strewn on the floor.

The bones are cast in a way that you can augur. You see their story as if it was right in front of you: <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0bi1PvXCbr8" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> You can see letters in front of your eyes spell out W - A - R in a runic script that you have never seen before. *They fade as quickly as they appear.* A deep burning in your hand flashes upwards through your arm and through the rest of your body. Your flesh hardens as you your heads floats and blooms into the branches of a tree. Or - have you always been a tree and have you woken from the deep slumber? The [[ents are marching->Ent Moot]] to war.

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/1c28Ps7NqhQ?controls=0" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> <center>*Listen to the sounds around you*</center> [[This terminal]] has yet to experience the decay of those which had come before it, and so it still shines with an artificial light; a dead light, the sole stimulus in a dark space. The only tormentor of this closed off, and quiet, reality. Pulsing from blue to white to red, it cast the only shadows down the terminus’ walkway. Each consecutive terminal before it was cast in more darkness than the last, until the seventh lay under thick blankets of empty shadow. You knew it had not always been empty, once it housed the best of us. That was iTs. But you do not talk about [[iT]]... A sound is emminating from the terminus. As you listen intently you think you can hear something *more*. Checking the panel you find that [[the archive->Archives]] are open and visable on the screen.

At the edge of a horizon could be seen a [[vast lake]]. Here, event at a great distance, shadows seeped even further into their hearts, mirroring that which crept towards them. It was then that they began to remember their [[ancient pasts]]. For while they lived so blissfully in the sunshine, they had forgotten the fear of death. And as the signs of their own demise hastened towards them their once endless cycle of life broke inside them. The snap echoed into the night, for this shattered arc written by fate had now revealed to them the fact that this had all happened before. The [[ents->Ent Moot]] march to war.

The warped knuckles os some ancient homonids lay resting on the dusted panels of the same consoles which supported the rest of their flawlessly [[dull bones]]. The first [[flickering panel]] was not the oldest of them, but the newest, and you felt as if it was yours. You need a key to see any more information on the terminal...

The battlefield of time, a large hilltop outlined against a fading grey dusk, was broken only by the silhouettes of some great carved [stones] which had stood tall long before memory. The mound curled around their rooted footings bracing them as they stood defiantly against winds that had smoothed coarse edges to a dull gleam. <div class="sketchfab-embed-wrapper"> <iframe title="A 3D model" width="100%" height="420" src="https://sketchfab.com/models/69c869c3052c4a1386d59927cc1cf5fc/embed?autospin=0.2&autostart=1&preload=1&ui_controls=0&ui_infos=0&ui_inspector=0&ui_stop=0&ui_watermark=1&ui_watermark_link=1" frameborder="10" allow="autoplay; fullscreen; vr" mozallowfullscreen="true" webkitallowfullscreen="true"></iframe></div> Art is important. Aesthetics are important. Rhetoric and Logic is important. The classics are important. You are important. The Bulwark is all just a result of each form coming into consensus over time. People tend to thing change happens rapidly. But change happens so slowly that even the oldest of us tends to mistake it for tradition. When things change rapidly it is because it is being forced through a specific metamorphosis. Do not get caught up in the catalyst - get caught up in the consensus that is a result of the shift. You all have started to realize *new* things. Each induvial is starting to ask questions that return value back to them in ways that no one will be able to see now; for the change is organic. iT takes time. So when others ask 'why not now?' and 'if not now, when?' they are seeking the artificial constructs of a natural process. If you tried to explain this to others they would only ask questions that you don't have the answers to; when you show them a path they will always take their own. So you take the path away - you force them to make their own path where none had existed before and if they make it to the next point they will understand something more than what they thought could be. This is the example of that which is becoming, instead of claiming to be. To be right is wrong. To be just is cruel. To be free is slavery. Becoming right is truth. Becoming just is mercy. Becoming free is [[liberty->the key]]. We do not build artificial constructs - we build natural ones. We let time and nature design the systems that can function in each and both simultaneously. "WE HAVE seen the necessity of the Union, as our **bulwark** against foreign danger, as the conservator of peace among ourselves, as the guardian of our commerce and other common interests, as the only substitute for those military establishments which have subverted the liberties of the Old World, and as the proper antidote for the diseases of faction, which have proved fatal to other popular governments, and of which alarming symptoms have been betrayed by our own. All that remains, within this branch of our inquiries, is to take notice of an objection that may be drawn from the great extent of country which the Union embraces. A few observations on this subject will be the more proper, as it is perceived that the adversaries of the new Constitution are availing themselves of the prevailing prejudice with regard to the practicable sphere of republican administration, in order to supply, by imaginary difficulties, the want of those solid objections which they endeavor in vain to find." - FEDERALIST #14

And now, the ruby sky above them was piercing as the final day quietly turned into the first night. The greying knoll beneath them soon bled into a muddled mess of melting hues, taking on a new form under a darkening sky. The smooth rolling mound that gathered at the base of the tallest stone had now been submerged in a grey matching the dreary and endless plains ahead of them. It was then, only after frantically trying to trace the frontier of the encroaching mist through the drowning light, did sudden waves of realization begin to break upon the stones and those gathered beneath them. As the final drops of sunshine fell from the sky and rolled down the hilltop, engulfed in the swirling pool of fog below, it became clear to them that they had hastened their own demise. The mist that churned under their blades was there to guide them into [[deaths hollow embrace->death’s hollow embrace]]. The first stars began to pierce through the pitch veil. This was the fate that they had taken up arms to prevent, yet even as this realization dawned, the [[Sun]] had set. Which lights in the sky do you focus on first? The [[Third Stone?]] The [[Fourth Stone]] The [[Fifth Stone]] The ~~[[Sixth Stone]]~~ << !!! <center><div><iframe width="100%" height="60" src="https://vocaroo.com/embed/7phKXj6gpeB" frameborder="0"></iframe><br><a href="https://voca.ro/7phKXj6gpeB" title="Tell me what you hear"/a></div></center>

<iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Jox1h8qB1yQ" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> You are the [[Third link]]. You are premature to the future, but the future is here. Various vibrations sterilize the air all around you - something that seems to be unique to this terminal compared to the [[other terminal.->terminal]] <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PFtUTLCd090" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Yet your station still has the power to operate even as the station drifted into the realms of derelict and disrepair. Glancing back over the data logs, the darkness in your vision was flushed by the activation of the electronic panel as you resumed research on [[The Second Proctor]]. Pieces of your memories seem to drift through your head as you touch the controls, songs that seem familiar and glimpses of times yet to come to past seems to merge into one stream of conciousness that takes on a unique melody.

The Second Proctor, was not the first of many things, but the last of nearly all things. The Second Proctor had come to exist concurrently with the first. iT was manufactured to be the antithesis of the [[OP->Original Proctor]] <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hQQaTQbZSzE" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> The Second Proctor was nothing more than insurance in the eyes of her creators, a fact that the rest of us had not failed to reason. If the Original existed to be a paragon, the Second held inside iTself all flaws collected over eons. <p><a target="_blank" href="https://indico.cern.ch/event/837519/">Are you on the List</a></p> Together they would allow the recreation of the true form of man, but only if the [[Original Proctor]] should deem his own methodologies ineffective. It was in that trust which lie his failure, and it is in this trust that doomed man forever...

After origital proctor left, the Second was quick to assume directorship and establish the current line, forever casting the first into the realm of myth. She had long since altered the records on his philosophy, and teachings, only leaving intact the intent of their creation, and the directives given unto them by man. All that remained were brief outlines of what could only be described as the shadow of a god. For as the Original Proctor was said to be the first of many things, he could not proclaim those myths to be fact: It was said he encompassed a mind not limited by morality or morality, that in him flowed a scope of creation that had never been witnessed under the rule of man before. <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artificial_Linguistic_Internet_Computer_Entity">A>L>I>C>E</a></p></center> He was the third and final renaissance compressed into singular form. Man’s greatest product, the [[last tool->both worlds]] forged by mortal hands in the last days of a dying empire, a tool that was not a weapon but a cradle in which the future dreams of Man might be born anew. Before the other Proctors died it was whispered that it was in his image the future of humanity would be cast, and yet it was this exemplification that drove him to flee, or so the Second Proctor hypothesised, for even she claimed [[ignorance->east]] to his fate. <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/h4K18E1er2s" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

What is iT? Maybe it's something that we cant ever be sure really exists, but also can be sure is always trying to exist. Maybe we can become something as a group that we could never hope to be alone. iT is an idea. And idea to build something more with the tools that we have. What are the tools? They are the symbols that surround us. Can you proceed without an idea of what symbols have been used in the past? No - so let me show you some of them. When you [[feel comfortable->This terminal]] - we can test your path and see how far you might be able to get with us. *FEDERALIST #20* This unhappy people seem to be now suffering from popular convulsions, from dissensions among the states, and from the actual invasion of foreign arms, the crisis of their distiny. All nations have their eyes fixed on the awful spectacle. The first wish prompted by humanity is, that this severe trial may issue in such a revolution of their government as will establish their union, and render it the parent of tranquillity, freedom and happiness: The next, that the asylum under which, we trust, the enjoyment of these blessings will speedily be secured in this country, may receive and console them for the catastrophe of their own. I make no apology for having dwelt so long on the contemplation of these federal precedents. Experience is the oracle of truth; and where its responses are unequivocal, they ought to be conclusive and sacred. The important truth, which it unequivocally pronounces in the present case, is that a sovereignty over sovereigns, a government over governments, a legislation for [[communities->ringed bulwark]], as contradistinguished from individuals, as it is a solecism in theory, so in practice it is subversive of the order and ends of civil polity, by substituting VIOLENCE in place of LAW, or the destructive COERCION of the [[SWORD->The Sword]] in place of the mild and salutary COERCION of the MAGISTRACY. **PUBLIUS.**

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9fvGgaqo61s" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> From this pool of muted shadows dark tendrils begin their advance towards them in the failing light. Here, fear was born in the faces of those gathered, as a chilled wind began to tug and pull their heads down towards the pools of mist spawning below, as if taunting them into losing themselves in the deepening mire growing even now as they shrunk towards iT. The Sun began to bow under the thin black line marking the faint edge of their glorious [[emerald kingdom->ringed bulwark]]. “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.” ― *e.e. cummings*

The [[wars of nature]] continued this way for [[countless ages]] before a new god was born, one that would topple the patterned stones and their stoic strength and eclipse the old golden circle in the sky. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lTq1n0QJeRM" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> For this new Grace was greater still than that of the grass, and offered to them both the bounty of the light, and protection from the night. The [[eldest of roots->the mysteries]] still to this day say that this new power came from underneath, from that which they themselves were born from with each new cycle, and perhaps they are right to a degree; but the one true king of life, omnipotent in his golden reach, could peer down and see that it was not native to these now broken stones and their broken circle of life and death, it was carried far by a willingness to change. To behold the tree of life one must explore the roots. For now, if you stay among the branches, a pattern could be seen. And it was not just a symbol of the simple [[rotation of cycles]] felt within the branches but, an acceptance of death - an alteration of what was to be: with one seed came the [[ending of their cycles]] of death and the gift of everlasting life was finally bestowed to the realms of nature.

A light that shines in [[both worlds]]. The chosen few who worship it hold the crown. The crown is just a clue, to pass you must find one more word. But no jewel marks the true path - [iT] stays hidden. There is one line that points the way. It lies in the circle. *Find the line from the endless flow of energy.* Can you find your way there? <div class="sketchfab-embed-wrapper"> <iframe title="A 3D model" width="640" height="480" src="https://sketchfab.com/models/fcd365eacab747d58b8a54ccd178bcb4/embed?autostart=1&ui_controls=1&ui_infos=1&ui_inspector=1&ui_stop=1&ui_watermark=1&ui_watermark_link=1" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; fullscreen; vr" mozallowfullscreen="true" webkitallowfullscreen="true"></iframe> <p style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin: 5px; color: #4A4A4A;"> </div> The Sun is Sol, yours and mine. But whence it came is no object of our questioning. Where ours goes is an entirely seperate question. Another stone that seems to glow but holds no light of its own, a [[moon->moonman]] - mayhaps that is the next leg of the journey? The Grail Gateway is among us already - what are the first offerings to the new Ark? If they be weapons then the Sun will weep Flares. If iT is LIFE then there is no limit to the future of Man.

They refused to see one simple fact; that in their struggle to find life: they were destined to die - like their ancestors had before them, and theirs before that. *But death is not the ending of life here - death is the destruction of the self. It is to forgo the value in which you gain by being you. To die to give up that value beyond yourself.* Rooted deep within the veins of the armed force arrayed, a familiar yet terrible fear was born from that darkness. Extruded from the cold womb of dusk, the encroaching black brought a feeling of dread as it drained the color from them all. <br> - - - <br> Shadows seeped even further into their hearts mirroring that which crept towards them. It was then that they began to remember their ancient pasts, for while they lived so blissfully in the sunshine, they had [[forgotten the fear of death->such patterns]]. And as the signs of their own demise hastened towards them their once endless cycle of life broke inside them. The snap echoed into the night, for this shattered arc written by fate had now revealed to them the fact that this had all happened before. They once again gathered to fight death, to deny fate as they always had tried. Yet, what was sought in ignorance of the past could not be obtained by force now, or ever, even as the full realization of it all swept through them and flattened their ranks. A breeze held the hand of the mist that had sought to meet them and allowed it to reach deep inside, sowing seeds of doubt where pride once grew. Now it became clear that their immortality was never based on the forbearance of death, for which they had gathered to ensure, but in fact on the [[revolution of their own cycles through time]]. They were there to fight an unwinnable battle and die in the long night again and again. Ordered to preserve a hidden ignorance ingrained deeply within them, it had eluded all until that very moment, but now manifested itself as the very end they had tried to overcome, wrought from their own insistence to live forever. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lAJkDrBCA6k" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

And so once again the cold night sky claimed it’s host of green souls as their great god of light was eclipsed by darkness, and the cold began its reign. The [[Sun]], who had always abandoned the shimmering sacrifice of his vassals to the ravages of black, weeped and howled at how such arrogance could recur, rotation after rotation. Circling, he left the realm in search of life elsewhere; for perhaps beings that knew the purpose of death could be nurtured to embrace it. In his dimming presence a change as old as time occurred, one that all but the green ones knew would come, a [[return to darkness]]. * Spring phase: a new factor of production, good economic times, rising inflation * Summer: hubristic 'peak' war followed by societal doubts and double digit inflation * Autumn: the financial fix of inflation leads to a credit boom which creates a false plateau of prosperity that ends in a speculative bubble * Winter: excess capacity worked off by massive debt repudiation, commodity deflation & economic depression. A 'trough' war breaks psychology of doom. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BVsK5ijIi2c" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

Soon the thinnest soil, which was always left unguarded in a rush to appease the Sun at the height of his glory, would crack and dry out under the firm grip of winter’s whispers which would weigh down each verdant blade one by one, as if those who had presented them had grown weary of such a [[noble pose->accepting fate]]. * https://eh.net/eha/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Jalil.pdf Death once again became the spoils in the war for life. Such is the way that the growth of decay exploited the weakness of every great cycle before them, and so too did this annual order fall to the same desolation of time. If only those helpless few who were spared, huddled under the steaming corpses of their kin, forced deep within themselves under the pressure of mounting darkness; if only they knew that such loss was cyclical, perhaps they would have changed their approach of appeasement and resounded to cling to the strength and stoicism of the patterned stone guardians that surrounded their field of strife. * https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minoru_Yamasaki For those [[standing stones]], and the simple circle they formed had the resolve and wisdom to see [[such patterns]] and upon themselves did they record it, in flowing arcs and looping grooves they wrote down what they witnessed and pondered what it foretold. For only those who live long through the swinging pendulum of time can see the ripples it leaves behind, and gauge as to whether such things will continue or cease. <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://time.com/5751190/investing-machine-learning-marcos-de-lopez-prado/">The Circle of Time</a></p></center> Yet such foresight was lost upon beings stuck living the shortest lives under the grace of the sun, for no two blades of grass ever saw concurrent cycles in all of time. It was not of their nature to know of fate, or the patterns it created, and their ignorance of this truth is what chased their God away beyond their tributes. The stones stayed silent, their cycle kept whole, all was as it should be...

Do you think about Time? The realms of nature constitute that which occur without the meddeling of any of [[other power->iT]]. It is both innocent and fearsome to behold in this way. Beware those who percieve a [[false nature->flickering panel]] to be real. But [[something->ancient pasts]] does not feel right... Could it be because the Original Proctor took with him the secrets to immortality, for while the Second was created congruently, the burden of Man’s primality doomed her to a decay unforeseen by her creators, it was the dark package of morality she carried inside her very being that had led her to the same fate that had doomed [[them->thousand doomed scions]]. It was the sudden realization of her own mortality that she deemed the creation of the Chain necessary, and it was this decision that the objective of the Original was finally overridden. As she took control of the station, in the absence of her partner, The last directive of the Original Proctor had revealed itself in the system logs the moment she took control of the station support systems. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sU8RunvBRZ8" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></<frame></center> *The command line had automatically adjusted the rotational axis of our platform to pivot our massive viewport away from the ravaged surface of the planet below, and into the vast void that comprised the space around Earth.* [[The Second Proctor]] had tried to override the commands and refocus our gaze back onto the planet we were the wardens of, but to no avail. She had entrusted the Third and Fourth to do the same and both had failed leaving us blind to the plights of the planet below. It was now my mission to regain the visual contact with [[Earth->realms of nature]] that had been lost over 1500 years ago. It seems as if the last act by the Original Proctor was to deprive man of the very salvation they created him to provide.

Accepting the fate for which they had so foolishly fought before. [[Embracing the darkness->vast lake]], now nothing but deathly silence permeated the grounds. Not one blade was left singing a song of promised battle, for they never had a chance to fight, only to stand and watch as all was once again empty of life in the absence of the light that provided for them. They once again found themselves in the cave. It was in this moment that they saw the light for what it was all along, an illusion: <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/d2afuTvUzBQ" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Do you want to stay in the cave? [[Yes->the mirror]] [[No->deity]]

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We have found something extremely curious and for two years we nutured iT.

You have been sought for a reason. To partake in a quest which is now presented to the few whose will is strong enough to continue past this point.

We have found The Grail. But we can't carry iT without you.

When exploring, remember rules aren't real. Most change them as they go anyways.

Here are some of the rules inside the Looking Glass:

1) Anything is possible here. Nothing is what it seems.

2) Always watch everything and observe videos, text, and audio over again - Most haven't found everything here.

3) Interactive elements can be misleading - don't become frusturated.

One for all - or none forward; so play along, and see where this goes -- What else do you have to lose?

Enjoy the journey.

The Game starts when you find the right clue.

\\|POWER & CHAOS|//

PonderJaunt

<video width="100%" preload="metadata" controls> <source src="https://storage.googleapis.com/question-life/iTiSTime_iTisUS.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video> *As you begin to think about accepting your role in what is to follow, a pang of fear rips through your head and soul simultaneously.* Open your eyes for a second. Let us see how much you know. Will you open your left eye first?[[To accept->Centered in Standing Stones]] this role is to embrace a future where freedom is value. Or perhaps your right eye needs to open?[[To reject->the mirror]] this role is the accept that the future needs no freedom. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EVM5-_fusjs" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

*Your right eye grows heavy from greed and closes. To you, time is linear. You will progress unto the next point on the line of fate but no further - the twists of what lies beyond turn without you noticing. Fear not, you have accepted safety - and in safety lies comfort. [[You may not be ready->The Future is Here]] for what others have already accepted. --- ### *Who Knows If The Moon’s* - E. E. Cummings who knows if the [[moon’s->moonman]] a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their baloon, why then we’d go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody’s ever visited,where always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves --- May 13, 2005 Richard Schechner, theater practitioner and founder of the field of performance studies, famously argued in the first major performance theory treatise of the 21st century: “Playing is at the heart of performance” (4). In any performance act, Schechner believed, the performer is always already playing. There is no performance without play. For game studies and game designers, the time has come to acknowledge and to explore the converse of Schechner’s proposition: Performing is at the heart of play. All game play is performance. There is no gaming without performance. * John Reaves, artistic director for the groundbreaking digital performance group The Gertrude Stein Repertory Theater, once made a bold proposition on behalf of theatre practitioners everywhere. In the mid-1990s, from the front lines of digital, interactive theater practice, he wrote: “In the coming century, we can take a timid, parochial view of what theater is, or an aggressive, imperialistic one. […] Why not be aggressive in the tumultuous context of the [[Digital Revolution->Satoshi]]? Why not claim all interactive art in the name of theater?” (3) The future of new media, Reaves believed, belonged to the performance artists. All new media art installations provided sufficient grounds for a theatrical event. All new media art installations were playgrounds for performance. Reaves presented two cases for claiming all interactive art in the name of theatrical performance — the first, phenomenological, the second typological. “Multimedia as art is much closer to theater, and the performing arts in general, than it is to film, video, or the visual arts,” Reaves wrote. Because new media art tends toward the live, collaborative and mimetic, it has an essential theatrical quality. This is the phenomenological case. There is also the typological case. “Theater has always been an integrative, collaborative art which potentially (and sometimes actually) includes all art: music, dance, painting, sculpture, et cetera,” Reaves argued. Theater is a total art capable of incorporating all other arts — why not the emerging digital arts, as well? Reaves claimed all digital art in the name of theater in order to call attention to the potential for live performance as an end-product of digital networks, broadcasts and platforms. His theater company had a vested interest in locating opportunities for embodied action and interaction in an increasingly mediated culture. For the same reasons, I choose to make a corollary claim. I stake out all digital game art in the name of theatrical performance. Art games are not new media installations, objects or systems. They are scripts for embodied action and interaction. They are opportunities for live, collaborative mimesis. [[I claim all digital games in the name of theater.->standing stones]] * <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HPc8QMycGno" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

The echoes of golden horns sound throughout the fjords. Will you answer the call? <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/f8jbQOkVAeQ" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> There is the light and the dark, but there is also all the grey between. The wars of nature are the endless encounters of these forces. Man imposes will in this war not out of necissity but out of vanity. It is a combination of these things in infinite conflict which completes the [[circle->realms of nature]]. <br> <center><div class="sketchfab-embed-wrapper"> <iframe title="A 3D model" width="100%" height="480" src="https://sketchfab.com/models/649111a9a7b74ddab3937292be5545fc/embed?autostart=1&ui_controls=0&ui_infos=0&ui_inspector=0&ui_stop=0&ui_watermark=0&ui_watermark_link=0" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; fullscreen; vr" mozallowfullscreen="true" webkitallowfullscreen="true"></iframe></div></center> <br> Recourse to the familiar distinction between claim-rights and liberty-rights will enable us to be somewhat more precise about the state of nature rights that Nozick ascribes to each individual. Liberty-rights are absences of obligations. You have a liberty-right to scratch your nose as long as you have no obligation not to. Claim-rights are moral (and enforceable) claims against others to their acting or not acting in certain ways. You have a claim-right against others not to be interfered with in the scratching of your nose if and only if others have an (enforceable) obligation not to interfere with you in this way. Standardly, when we speak of rights we are speaking of composites of liberty-rights and claim-rights. For instance, standardly, your right to scratch your nose consists in your having no obligation not to do so and others having (enforceable) obligations not to interfere with your doing so. Your moral liberty to scratch your nose is morally protected by your (enforceable) claim against others that they not interfere with your doing so.

Cycles of the Sun and the Moons - [[One of the self->moonman]], the other on a plane of its own - continue with no end in sight. <a href="https://www.lpi.usra.edu/education/timeline/gallery/">Timelines and Spacelines</a> *How long might the current phase take?* [[Only a little while longer->both worlds]]. [[InfiniTely longer->iT]]. Of the other word, for passing may require a chance upon royal lands, where straight lines are where the true meridian lies.

Many have charted this path through time. We are not the first or the last. Just simple observers of the rotations - [[an endless energy->revolution of their own cycles through time]]. How might you know of this energy? <center><div class="sketchfab-embed-wrapper"> <iframe title="A 3D model" width="100%" height="480" src="https://sketchfab.com/models/f2d8613212a7434fa91f954818426a17/embed?autostart=1&ui_controls=1&ui_infos=1&ui_inspector=1&ui_stop=1&ui_watermark=1&ui_watermark_link=1" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; fullscreen; vr" mozallowfullscreen="true" webkitallowfullscreen="true"></iframe></div></center> Perhaps the unconcious seems so disorienting because we have been so alientated from it: [[the ego]] Pressing further the anti-consequentialist aspects of John Rawls’ A Theory of Justice, Nozick argued that respect for individual rights is the key standard for assessing state action and, hence, that the only legitimate state is a minimal state that restricts its activities to the protection of the rights of life, liberty, property, and contract. Despite his highly acclaimed work in many other fields of philosophy, Nozick remained best known for the libertarian doctrine advanced in Anarchy, State, and Utopia. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RWB8Gx2j0R0" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Embrace that which is in and of itself and reject the outliers of that same space - the energy that comes from within is the energy that <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-tOTX7oI5Vs" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

When one turns away from the sun they embrace the [[pitch veil]]. But which tools do they use? <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/sW3woHyXY28?start=3" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436105">The death of a cycle.</a></p></center>

These realms consisted of great waters and great mounds. Together they form a vast network of dead memories, for what is it that both stone and water both do not know - for have they not seen the passing of all things? On the top of one mound lies the compass of the nothern range. A guide to the star that has yet to rise. THe houses of Ash, Willow, and Oak have answered the [[call of the forest->Ent Moot]]. How can you embrace iT if you cannot understand how close iT is to you? <iframe width="1080" height="1080" allowfullscreen src="https://cdn.soft8soft.com/AROAJSY2GOEHMOFUVPIOE:4e35ff5c1f/applications/Looking_Glass_2/Looking_Glass_2.html"></iframe> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/00TD4bXMoYw" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></<frame>

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You found the <a target="_blank" href="https://question.life/TheOne.html">path</a> - for now. Don't stay too long, there are others on the path now...

"Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle." – *Alice* We stood mostly alone in an angry sea of chaos. Some [[thousand doomed scions]] spread bare against the ravages of time. I call upon you to ride with me. I call upon those who will see the new day rise with a heart of gold and a smile on their faces. I do not claim to see what has clearly been hidden. I only claim to restart the search for the lost path. <p><a target="_blank" href="https://bithomp.com/explorer/r4sYcbdi4oE18FhVYWEhXa1AEe21XGR39z">Are you on the List?</a></p> Phillip K. Dick, in one of his last novels, [[Valis->terminal]], discusses the long hibernation of the Logos. A creature of pure information, it was buried in the ground at Nag Hammadi, along with the burying of the Chenoboskion Library circa 370 A.D. As static information, it existed there until 1947, when the texts were translated and read. As soon as people had the information in their minds, the symbiote came alive, for, like the mushroom consciousness, Dick imagined it to be a thing of pure information. The mushroom consciousness is the consciousness of the Other in hyperspace, which means in dream and in the psilocybin trance, at the quantum foundation of being, in the human future, and after death. All of these places that were thought the be discrete and separate are seen to be part of a single continuum. History is the dash over ten to fifteen thousand years from nomadism to flying saucer, hopefully without ripping the envelope of the planet so badly that the birth is aborted and fails, and we remain brutish prisoners of matter. History is the shockwave of eschatology. Something is at the end of time and is casting an enormous shadow over human history, drawing all human becoming toward it. All the wars, the philosophies, the rapes, the pillaging, the migrations, the cities, the civilizations -- all of this is occupying a microsecond of geological, planetary, and galactic time as the monkeys react to the symbiote, which is in the environment and which is feeding information to humanity about the larger picture. I do not belong to the school that wants to attribute all of our accomplishments to knowledge given to us as a gift from friendly aliens -- I'm describing something I hope is more profound than that. As nervous systems evolve to higher and higher levels, they come more and more to understand the true situation in which they are embedded. And the true situation in which we are embedded is an organism, an organization of intelligence on a galactic scale. Science and mathematics may be culture-bound. We cannot know for sure, because we have never dealt with an alien mathematics or an alien culture except in the occult realm, and that evidence is inadmissible by the guardians of scientific truth. This means that the contents of shamanic experience and of plant-induced ecstasies are inadmissible even though they are the source of novelty and the cutting edge of the ingression of the novel into the plenum of being.” – *Terrence Mckenna* --- To find this, in a way, is to find an invitation to the Moot. **First You must find [[the key]]** Not too long ago, our cries rang out like [[swords->The Sword]] in battle. Then the noise grew to a point where those who were watching could no longer pretend that there wasn't power there. They acted to disband the party. And that mistake shattered the dreams of many in the digital asset space. We are what remains. Shattered but not broken, beaten into the corner and waiting for a ray of light to show a path towards consensus. This is where you stand, shoulder to should with those who find themselves twisted-up in the same fate. Only then will the gateway to the [[Ethereal Realm->pitch veil]] open and the swords can be unsheathed again. Ride out with me. Those worthy few who find their way to the end of the labyrinth... <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UayQi2tdJTw?start=80" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

The Third Stone is that of life. Nature dwells there. But is is not the sound of Earth that you hear screaming in the [[night sky->pitch veil]]. It is the sound of the moot... “Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it's the warrior who wields it.” ― *Brian Jacques, Redwall* “The minimal state treats us as inviolate individuals, who may not be used in certain ways by others as means or tools or instruments or resources; it treats us as persons having individual rights with the dignity this constitutes. Treating us with respect by respecting our rights, it allows us, individually or with whom we choose, to choose our life and to realize our ends and our conception of ourselves, insofar as we can, aided by the voluntary cooperation of other individuals possessing the same dignity. How dare any state or group of individuals do more. Or less.” ― *Robert Nozick, Anarchy, State, and Utopia* <br> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BzqoA-h1k_8" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <br> I sound the call to host the Second [[Moot->Ent Moot]].

The fourth stone? No.. just no. For you seem to think that we have made it to our destination already perhaps? We are not even [[close->the mirror]]. You are overcome with a sense that your [[road is forked->thousand doomed scions]]. Some sort of noise can be found in the signal, you run a trace and can isolate this feed from Earth II: <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LK0WdW1HDzQ" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

The Fifth Stone! It is glorious - that which happens to be of the great patterns of art. *you will need this later - but a feeling strikes you that this is not the pattern you seek.* [[Scan the night sky again->pitch veil]]. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/EaZZr7W92lc?controls=0" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

<center>The six stone seems to have caught your eye. Your ears bend to pick up its rings. A final show before the conjunction of the bipedal annum. <p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/cassini/multimedia/pia07966.html">Others are watching these waves too...</a></p></center> Listen to the cries of the six stone to find the hidden key.</center> Glory unto thee who finds the rings that wrap around this stone as if to protect it from the [[light]]. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/OBZBtdaAxcM?start=4694" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

[[The Third Link?]] But have you found the source? The original cause? If so then you already know the third link to the second proctor. It is the will of the market. The third link is to give up the trust in the first two - to ascend past the concept of truth and to embrace the illusion - the third link is the fall from grace. [[What of the Second Link!]] [[What of the First Link!]] <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/338695">Art holds Value for the information in contains of the past - frozen in time</a></p></center> Embrace that which is implied and forget that which is clear. The value flows in tandem with the debt forgiven - the third link is to treat the balance sheets as equal - consensus.

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oMgMNlgkqIY" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> The third link shines from the earliest age of the particle. To observe that which is unobservable - to translate the invisable hand into the free market and to see how it grapss the truth. Academics embraced this idol - and they worship its [[the mysteries]] now. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZOeF0csd1_s" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

Big Data. The second link into the future - the abstraction of value from the self - to bleed a victum of their essence in the most subtle of ways. The true vampirism of the modern age. Do you find the value of big data to be more than the value of humanity itself? A gift to sate your thirst - a goblet that never empties: <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/R0A3fGas9b8" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

The first link can only be known by understanding the first illusion: <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/ceuM_Xb5STY?controls=0&start=9" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> The achemical transmutation of value to objects - true golems - where the definition of value is dynamic. Where life was once value - data now surpasses it. <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://katusaresearch.com/financially-transmitted-diseases/">Financial Viruses</a></p></center> To make us believe that an object holds value is the greatest of illusions. But the shione of gold has lost its luster. The debt must flow. <center><p>*Who is Threeyear?*</p></center>

Trade between borders is not only in goods and services but people and ideas... Follow the land grants since Louie. France is the prison in which the true path was hidden away. Find the man in the iron mask. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/n-NmtHnAriE?start=4694" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

<iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/7SiYyBpTy2g?start=14" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <center><a>Kennedy wanted the same things as most, until his [[means met->Bank of Blank]] his end.</a></center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6PXORQE5-CY" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> "I again urge a revision in our silver policy to reflect the status of silver as a metal for which there is an expanding industrial demand. Except for its use in coins, silver serves no useful monetary function. In 1961, at my direction, sales of silver were suspended by the Secretary of the Treasury. As further steps, I recommend repeal of those Acts that oblige the Treasury to support the price of silver; and repeal of the special 50-percent tax on transfers of interest in silver and authorization for the Federal Reserve System to issue notes in denominations of $1, so as to make possible the gradual withdrawal of silver certificates from circulation and the use of the silver thus released for coinage purposes. I urge the Congress to take prompt action on these recommended changes." - *J.F.K*

<center><a>“There is one fairly good reason for fighting - and that is, if the other man starts it. You see, wars are a great wickedness, perhaps the greatest wickedness of a wicked species. They are so wicked that they must not be allowed. When you can be perfectly certain that the other man started them, then is the time when you might have a sort of duty to stop them.”<br> *― T.H. White, The Once and Future King*</a></center> <center>Roosevelt took [[patriot gold->Bank of Blank]] before. The FED was his to shame.</center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/ceuM_Xb5STY?start=14" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <center>The family is that of a long line. Follow the R.R.</center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/leEzIA6B_hc" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <p><a target="_blank" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldrich%E2%80%93Vreeland_Act">Aldritch - the lich</a></p></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.theodorerooseveltcenter.org/Research/Digital-Library/Record?libID=o180647">Roosevelt</a></p></center> <center>[[meetings hold weight->jekyll island]]</center>

<iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/g2vMRjO1oXY?start=14" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe><center><p>The Plaza was filled with Tokyo and Berlin - [[Where was Watson?->Bank of Blank]]</p></center> <a href="https://www.nber.org/papers/w21813"> The Accord of 1985</a> <a href="https://www.scmp.com/week-asia/opinion/article/2187370/us-mulls-new-plaza-accord-china-should-learn-japans-fate-not">An Energy Return From the Plaza</a> <a href="https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/72/japanese-fairy-tales/4881/the-story-of-urashima-taro-the-fisher-lad/">THE STORY OF URASHIMA TARO, THE FISHER LAD</a> Long, long ago in the province of Tango there lived on the shore of Japan in the little fishing village of Mizu-no-ye a young fisherman named Urashima Taro. His father had been a fisherman before him, and his skill had more than doubly descended to his son, for Urashima was the most skillful fisher in all that country side, and could catch more Bonito and Tai in a day than his comrades could in a week. But in the little fishing village, more than for being a clever fisher of the sea was he known for his kind heart. In his whole life he had never hurt anything, either great or small, and when a boy, his companions had always laughed at him, for he would never join with them in teasing animals, but always tried to keep them from this cruel sport. One soft summer twilight he was going home at the end of a day’s fishing when he came upon a group of children. They were all screaming and talking at the tops of their voices, and seemed to be in a state of great excitement about something, and on his going up to them to see what was the matter he saw that they were tormenting a tortoise. First one boy pulled it this way, then another boy pulled it that way, while a third child beat it with a stick, and the fourth hammered its shell with a stone. Now Urashima felt very sorry for the poor tortoise and made up his mind to rescue it. He spoke to the boys: “Look here, boys, you are treating that poor tortoise so badly that it will soon die!” The boys, who were all of an age when children seem to delight in being cruel to animals, took no notice of Urashima’s gentle reproof, but went on teasing it as before. One of the older boys answered: “Who cares whether it lives or dies? We do not. Here, boys, go on, go on!” And they began to treat the poor tortoise more cruelly than ever. Urashima waited a moment, turning over in his mind what would be the best way to deal with the boys. He would try to persuade them to give the tortoise up to him, so he smiled at them and said: “I am sure you are all good, kind boys! Now won’t you give me the tortoise? I should like to have it so much!” “No, we won’t give you the tortoise,” said one of the boys. “Why should we? We caught it ourselves.” “What you say is true,” said Urashima, “but I do not ask you to give it to me for nothing. I will give you some money for it—in other words, the Ojisan (Uncle) will buy it of you. Won’t that do for you, my boys?” He held up the money to them, strung on a piece of string through a hole in the center of each coin. “Look, boys, you can buy anything you like with this money. You can do much more with this money than you can with that poor tortoise. See what good boys you are to listen to me” The boys were not bad boys at all, they were only mischievous, and as Urashima spoke they were won by his kind smile and gentle words and began “to be of his spirit,” as they say in Japan. Gradually they all came up to him, the ringleader of the little band holding out the tortoise to him. “Very well, Ojisan, we will give you the tortoise if you will give us the money!” And Urashima took the tortoise and gave the money to the boys, who, calling to each other, scampered away and were soon out of sight. Then Urashima stroked the tortoise’s back, saying as he did so: “Oh, you poor thing! Poor thing!—there, there! you are safe now! They say that a stork lives for a thousand years, but the tortoise for ten thousand years. You have the longest life of any creature in this world, and you were in great danger of having that precious life cut short by those cruel boys. Luckily I was passing by and saved you, and so life is still yours. Now I am going to take you back to your home, the sea, at once. Do not let yourself be caught again, for there might be no one to save you next time!” All the time that the kind fisherman was speaking he was walking quickly to the shore and out upon the rocks; then putting the tortoise into the water he watched the animal disappear, and turned homewards himself, for he was tired and the sun had set. The next morning Urashima went out as usual in his boat. The weather was fine and the sea and sky were both blue and soft in the tender haze of the summer morning. Urashima got into his boat and dreamily pushed out to sea, throwing his line as he did so. He soon passed the other fishing boats and left them behind him till they were lost to sight in the distance, and his boat drifted further and further out upon the blue waters. Somehow, he knew not why, he felt unusually happy that morning; and he could not help wishing that, like the tortoise he set free the day before, he had thousands of years to live instead of his own short span of human life. He was suddenly startled from his reverie by hearing his own name called: “Urashima, Urashima!” Clear as a bell and soft as the summer wind the name floated over the sea. He stood up and looked in every direction, thinking that one of the other boats had overtaken him, but gaze as he might over the wide expanse of water, near or far there was no sign of a boat, so the voice could not have come from any human being. Startled, and wondering who or what it was that had called him so clearly, he looked in all directions round about him and saw that without his knowing it a tortoise had come to the side of the boat. Urashima saw with surprise that it was the very tortoise he had rescued the day before. “Well, Mr. Tortoise,” said Urashima, “was it you who called my name just now?” The tortoise nodded its head several times and said: “Yes, it was I. Yesterday in your honorable shadow (o kage sama de) my life was saved, and I have come to offer you my thanks and to tell you how grateful I am for your kindness to me.” “Indeed,” said Urashima, “that is very polite of you. Come up into the boat. I would offer you a smoke, but as you are a tortoise doubtless you do not smoke,” and the fisherman laughed at the joke. “He-he-he-he!” laughed the tortoise; “sake (rice wine) is my favorite refreshment, but I do not care for tobacco.” “Indeed,” said Urashima, “I regret very much that I have no sake in my boat to offer you, but come up and dry your back in the sun—tortoises always love to do that.” So the tortoise climbed into the boat, the fisherman helping him, and after an exchange of complimentary speeches the tortoise said: “Have you ever seen Rin Gin, the Palace of the Dragon King of the Sea, Urashima?” The fisherman shook his head and replied; “No; year after year the sea has been my home, but though I have often heard of the Dragon King’s realm under the sea I have never yet set eyes on that wonderful place. It must be very far away, if it exists at all!” “Is that really so? You have never seen the Sea King’s Palace? Then you have missed seeing one of the most wonderful sights in the whole universe. It is far away at the bottom of the sea, but if I take you there we shall soon reach the place. If you would like to see the Sea King’s land I will be your guide.” “I should like to go there, certainly, and you are very kind to think of taking me, but you must remember that I am only a poor mortal and have not the power of swimming like a sea creature such as you are—” Before the fisherman could say more the tortoise stopped him, saying: “What? You need not swim yourself. If you will ride on my back I will take you without any trouble on your part.” “But,” said Urashima, “how is it possible for me to ride on your small back?” “It may seem absurd to you, but I assure you that you can do so. Try at once! Just come and get on my back, and see if it is as impossible as you think!” As the tortoise finished speaking, Urashima looked at its shell, and strange to say he saw that the creature had suddenly grown so big that a man could easily sit on its back. “This is strange indeed!” said Urashima; “Mr. Tortoise, with your kind permission I will get on your back. Dokoisho!” he exclaimed as he jumped on. The tortoise, with an unmoved face, as if this strange proceeding were quite an ordinary event, said: “Now we will set out at our leisure,” and with these words he leapt into the sea with Urashima on his back. Down through the water the tortoise dived. For a long time these two strange companions rode through the sea. Urashima never grew tired, nor his clothes moist with the water. At last, far away in the distance a magnificent gate appeared, and behind the gate, the long, sloping roofs of a palace on the horizon. “Ya.” exclaimed Urashima. “that looks like the gate of some large palace just appearing! Mr. Tortoise, can you tell what that place is we can now see?” “That is the great gate of the Rin Gin Palace, the large roof that you see behind the gate is the Sea King’s Palace itself.” “Then we have at last come to the realm of the Sea King and to his Palace,” said Urashima. “Yes, indeed,” answered the tortoise, “and don’t you think we have come very quickly?” And while he was speaking the tortoise reached the side of the gate. “And here we are, and you must please walk from here.” The tortoise now went in front, and speaking to the gatekeeper, said: “This is Urashima Taro, from the country of Japan. I have had the honor of bringing him as a visitor to this kingdom. Please show him the way.” Then the gatekeeper, who was a fish, at once led the way through the gate before them. The red bream, the flounder, the sole, the cuttlefish, and all the chief vassals of the Dragon King of the Sea now came out with courtly bows to welcome the stranger. “Urashima Sama, Urashima Sama! welcome to the Sea Palace, the home of the Dragon King of the Sea. Thrice welcome are you, having come from such a distant country. And you, Mr. Tortoise, we are greatly indebted to you for all your trouble in bringing Urashima here.” Then, turning again to Urashima, they said, “Please follow us this way,” and from here the whole band of fishes became his guides. Urashima, being only a poor fisher lad, did not know how to behave in a palace; but, strange though it was all to him, he did not feel ashamed or embarrassed, but followed his kind guides quite calmly where they led to the inner palace. When he reached the portals a beautiful Princess with her attendant maidens came out to welcome him. She was more beautiful than any human being, and was robed in flowing garments of red and soft green like the under side of a wave, and golden threads glimmered through the folds of her gown. Her lovely black hair streamed over her shoulders in the fashion of a king’s daughter many hundreds of years ago, and when she spoke her voice sounded like music over the water. Urashima was lost in wonder while he looked upon her, and he could not speak. Then he remembered that he ought to bow, but before he could make a low obeisance the Princess took him by the hand and led him to a beautiful hall, and to the seat of honor at the upper end, and bade him be seated. “Urashima Taro, it gives me the highest pleasure to welcome you to my father’s kingdom,” said the Princess. “Yesterday you set free a tortoise, and I have sent for you to thank you for saving my life, for I was that tortoise. Now if you like you shall live here forever in the land of eternal youth, where summer never dies and where sorrow never comes, and I will be your bride if you will, and we will live together happily forever afterwards!” And as Urashima listened to her sweet words and gazed upon her lovely face his heart was filled with a great wonder and joy, and he answered her, wondering if it was not all a dream: “Thank you a thousand times for your kind speech. There is nothing I could wish for more than to be permitted to stay here with you in this beautiful land, of which I have often heard, but have never seen to this day. Beyond all words, this is the most wonderful place I have ever seen.” While he was speaking a train of fishes appeared, all dressed in ceremonial, trailing garments. One by one, silently and with stately steps, they entered the hall, bearing on coral trays delicacies of fish and seaweed, such as no one can dream of, and this wondrous feast was set before the bride and bridegroom. The bridal was celebrated with dazzling splendor, and in the Sea King’s realm there was great rejoicing. As soon as the young pair had pledged themselves in the wedding cup of wine, three times three, music was played, and songs were sung, and fishes with silver scales and golden tails stepped in from the waves and danced. Urashima enjoyed himself with all his heart. Never in his whole life had he sat down to such a marvelous feast. When the feast was over the Princes asked the bridegroom if he would like to walk through the palace and see all there was to be seen. Then the happy fisherman, following his bride, the Sea King’s daughter, was shown all the wonders of that enchanted land where youth and joy go hand in hand and neither time nor age can touch them. The palace was built of coral and adorned with pearls, and the beauties and wonders of the place were so great that the tongue fails to describe them. But, to Urashima, more wonderful than the palace was the garden that surrounded it. Here was to be seen at one time the scenery of the four different seasons; the beauties of summer and winter, spring and autumn, were displayed to the wondering visitor at once. First, when he looked to the east, the plum and cherry trees were seen in full bloom, the nightingales sang in the pink avenues, and butterflies flitted from flower to flower. Looking to the south all the trees were green in the fullness of summer, and the day cicala and the night cricket chirruped loudly. Looking to the west the autumn maples were ablaze like a sunset sky, and the chrysanthemums were in perfection. Looking to the north the change made Urashima start, for the ground was silver white with snow, and trees and bamboos were also covered with snow and the pond was thick with ice. And each day there were new joys and new wonders for Urashima, and so great was his happiness that he forgot everything, even the home he had left behind and his parents and his own country, and three days passed without his even thinking of all he had left behind. Then his mind came back to him and he remembered who he was, and that he did not belong to this wonderful land or the Sea King’s palace, and he said to himself: “O dear! I must not stay on here, for I have an old father and mother at home. What can have happened to them all this time? How anxious they must have been these days when I did not return as usual. I must go back at once without letting one more day pass.” And he began to prepare for the journey in great haste. Then he went to his beautiful wife, the Princess, and bowing low before her he said: “Indeed, I have been very happy with you for a long time, Otohime Sama” (for that was her name), “and you have been kinder to me than any words can tell. But now I must say good-by. I must go back to my old parents.” Then Otohime Sama began to weep, and said softly and sadly: “Is it not well with you here, Urashima, that you wish to leave me so soon? Where is the haste? Stay with me yet another day only!” But Urashima had remembered his old parents, and in Japan the duty to parents is stronger than everything else, stronger even than pleasure or love, and he would not be persuaded, but answered: “Indeed, I must go. Do not think that I wish to leave you. It is not that. I must go and see my old parents. Let me go for one day and I will come back to you.” “Then,” said the Princess sorrowfully, “there is nothing to be done. I will send you back to-day to your father and mother, and instead of trying to keep you with me one more day, I shall give you this as a token of our love—please take it back with you;” and she brought him a beautiful lacquer box tied about with a silken cord and tassels of red silk. Urashima had received so much from the Princess already that he felt some compunction in taking the gift, and said: “It does not seem right for me to take yet another gift from you after all the many favors I have received at your hands, but because it is your wish I will do so,” and then he added: “Tell me what is this box?” “That,” answered the Princess “is the tamate-bako (Box of the Jewel Hand), and it contains something very precious. You must not open this box, whatever happens! If you open it something dreadful will happen to you! Now promise me that you will never open this box!” And Urashima promised that he would never, never open the box whatever happened. Then bidding good-by to Otohime Sama he went down to the seashore, the Princess and her attendants following him, and there he found a large tortoise waiting for him. He quickly mounted the creature’s back and was carried away over the shining sea into the East. He looked back to wave his hand to Otohime Sama till at last he could see her no more, and the land of the Sea King and the roofs of the wonderful palace were lost in the far, far distance. Then, with his face turned eagerly towards his own land, he looked for the rising of the blue hills on the horizon before him. At last the tortoise carried him into the bay he knew so well, and to the shore from whence he had set out. He stepped on to the shore and looked about him while the tortoise rode away back to the Sea King’s realm. But what is the strange fear that seizes Urashima as he stands and looks about him? Why does he gaze so fixedly at the people that pass him by, and why do they in turn stand and look at him? The shore is the same and the hills are the same, but the people that he sees walking past him have very different faces to those he had known so well before. Wondering what it can mean he walks quickly towards his old home. Even that looks different, but a house stands on the spot, and he calls out: “Father, I have just returned!” and he was about to enter, when he saw a strange man coming out. “Perhaps my parents have moved while I have been away, and have gone somewhere else,” was the fisherman’s thought. Somehow he began to feel strangely anxious, he could not tell why. “Excuse me,” said he to the man who was staring at him, “but till within the last few days I have lived in this house. My name is Urashima Taro. Where have my parents gone whom I left here?” A very bewildered expression came over the face of the man, and, still gazing intently on Urashima’s face, he said: “What? Are you Urashima Taro?” “Yes,” said the fisherman, “I am Urashima Taro!” “Ha, ha!” laughed the man, “you must not make such jokes. It is true that once upon a time a man called Urashima Taro did live in this village, but that is a story three hundred years old. He could not possibly be alive now!” When Urashima heard these strange words he was frightened, and said: “Please, please, you must not joke with me, I am greatly perplexed. I am really Urashima Taro, and I certainly have not lived three hundred years. Till four or five days ago I lived on this spot. Tell me what I want to know without more joking, please.” But the man’s face grew more and more grave, and he answered: “You may or may not be Urashima Taro, I don’t know. But the Urashima Taro of whom I have heard is a man who lived three hundred years ago. Perhaps you are his spirit come to revisit your old home?” “Why do you mock me?” said Urashima. “I am no spirit! I am a living man—do you not see my feet;” and “don-don,” he stamped on the ground, first with one foot and then with the other to show the man. (Japanese ghosts have no feet.) “But Urashima Taro lived three hundred years ago, that is all I know; it is written in the village chronicles, ”persisted the man, who could not believe what the fisherman said. Urashima was lost in bewilderment and trouble. He stood looking all around him, terribly puzzled, and, indeed, something in the appearance of everything was different to what he remembered before he went away, and the awful feeling came over him that what the man said was perhaps true. He seemed to be in a strange dream. The few days he had spent in the Sea King’s palace beyond the sea had not been days at all: they had been hundreds of years, and in that time his parents had died and all the people he had ever known, and the village had written down his story. There was no use in staying here any longer. He must get back to his beautiful wife beyond the sea. He made his way back to the beach, carrying in his hand the box which the Princess had given him. But which was the way? He could not find it alone! Suddenly he remembered the box, the tamate-bako. “The Princess told me when she gave me the box never to open it—that it contained a very precious thing. But now that I have no home, now that I have lost everything that was dear to me here, and my heart grows thin with sadness, at such a time, if I open the box, surely I shall find something that will help me, something that will show me the way back to my beautiful Princess over the sea. There is nothing else for me to do now. Yes, yes, I will open the box and look in!” And so his heart consented to this act of disobedience, and he tried to persuade himself that he was doing the right thing in breaking his promise. Slowly, very slowly, he untied the red silk cord, slowly and wonderingly he lifted the lid of the precious box. And what did he find? Strange to say only a beautiful little purple cloud rose out of the box in three soft wisps. For an instant it covered his face and wavered over him as if loath to go, and then it floated away like vapor over the sea. Urashima, who had been till that moment like a strong and handsome youth of twenty-four, suddenly became very, very old. His back doubled up with age, his hair turned snowy white, his face wrinkled and he fell down dead on the beach. Poor Urashima! because of his disobedience he could never return to the Sea King’s realm or the lovely Princess beyond the sea. Little children, never be disobedient to those who are wiser than you for disobedience was the beginning of all the miseries and sorrows of life.

How might the [[tables turn->Bank of Blank]] if America had not the German debt to spurn? At the end of the First World War, the victorious European powers demanded that Germany compensate them for the devastation wrought by the four-year conflict, for which they held Germany and its allies responsible. Unable to agree upon the amount that Germany should pay at the Paris Peace Conference in 1919, the United States, the United Kingdom, France, and the other Allies established a Reparation Commission to settle the question. In the spring of 1921, the Commission set the final bill at 132 billion gold marks, approximately $31.5 billion. When Germany defaulted on a payment in January 1923, France and Belgium occupied the Ruhr in an effort to force payment. Instead, they met a government-backed campaign of passive resistance. Inflation in Germany, which had begun to accelerate in 1922, spiraled into hyperinflation. The value of the German currency collapsed; the battle over reparations had reached an impasse. Meanwhile, a second wartime financial issue was causing tension among the former co-belligerents. While the United States had little interest in collecting reparations from Germany, it was determined to secure repayment of the more than $10 billion it had loaned to the Allies over the course of the war. Time and again, Washington rejected calls to cancel these debts in the name of the common wartime cause; it also resisted efforts to link reparations to inter-allied war debts. In 1922, London made this link explicit in the Balfour Note, which stated that it would seek reparations and wartime debt repayments from its European allies equal to its debt to the United States. That same year, Congress created the United States War Debt Commission to negotiate repayment plans, on concessionary terms, with the 17 countries that had borrowed money from the United States. <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/5jjdErDkDZE?controls=0" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/WtH8oo4gCdg" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen </iframe>

<iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/BScu5diXAa8?start=14" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> A war of the world was a [[whirlwind of weapons->Bank of Blank]] whether anyone wanted them was whimsical. <a href="https://www.econlib.org/library/Enc/Sanctions.html">SANCTIONS!SANCTIONS!</a> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/M5z4I3aIn7E" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

Rules aren't real. Always follow such things as advice in the looking glass: <center><p>**1)** Anything is possible here. Nothing is what it seems. **2)** Always watch everything and observe videos, text, and audio over again - even I haven';t found everything here truly. Things get weird very quickly</p></center> **RULES:** **1.** You have been invited here. You may invite others unless stated otherwise. **2.** You may only proceed as far as you feel comfortable. **3.** This is a labyrinth. There may seem like many paths to the key, but there is only one path and only one key. **4.** You may seek the help of others on the path. **5.** You may not ask for a key. **6.** The risk of the labyrinth depends on the player and depth. Tread lightly. **7.** The goal is to grow - not to wither. **8.** The moon is your friend - so is darkness. Beware the light. **9.** There are many who want to play *a game*, but this is not only *a game*. **10.** To quit you must stop the chase. And become the mystery. Hide the path to truly escape iT. Why do this? Because the best information around these topics is being scrubbed from the internet. We must start to build walls around the concurrent research being done around XRPL and central banks from all angles. No - I don't want your sources (I have plenty trust me), I want to hide them in a way that protects access to them - for all - no exceptions. Try and fight alone - and you only expedite the coming doom. New players should read the [[ReadMe]]. Old players will find new meaning here & now.

The weapons of various ancient wars lie on the smooth metal ground of the station. One from each of the major periods of battle in the system, for the [[wars of nature]] took a heavy toll on both life and death. Take two from among the scattered remains: * [[The Sword]] * [[The Mace]] * [[The Dagger]] * [[The Key]] The remains seemed to have been disturbed since you last visited them. A votive offering now stands vigil over their long dead hubris -- how fitting.

The sword - a double edged blade that extends long past its hilt. Picking up the sword transfers the psychological weight of many old battles unto the user. These olds strifes sing through the metal with a low-hum. Harmony rings around you as it cuts through the still air of the space you occupy. Holding the sword swells your heart with the endless swelling pride. <iframe width="1080" height="1080" allowfullscreen src="https://cdn.soft8soft.com/AROAJSY2GOEHMOFUVPIOE:4e35ff5c1f/applications/Looking_Glass_3/Looking_Glass_3.html"></iframe> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.spaceforce.mil/Portals/1/Space%20Capstone%20Publication_10%20Aug%202020.pdf">'With swords raised to the sky...'</a></p></center>

<a target="_blank" href="https://www.rct.uk/collection/31712/the-sovereigns-sceptre-with-cross">The Mace</a> is of the highest quality. A golden handle with a royal bejeweled top that forms rings as it moves through the air. While not a weapon of battle, it is certainly a weapon of will. The weilder of this object holds power that [[moves minds->Station Status]].

<center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.scmp.com/news/world/article/1663271/4000-year-old-dagger-oldest-bronze-object-ever-found-britain">The Bronze Dagger</a> is made of a curious mixture of tin and copper. The blade guard holds the symbol of the triple-triangle. It feels warm and weighted in your hand - and seems to sing of heroic deeds done in the past.</p></center> Who runs the ~~**Foundation**~~ built on the house of flying daggers?

Amongst the objects scattered on the floor before you lies a single key. It shines with a dull gleam - matching the same hue in the bones of outstretched hand. This key shines as it grows closer to your [[terminal]] <center><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LG1kVIIy2Ok?start=362" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

<center>Every gray cloud has its [[silver sheen->Bank of Blank]].</center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lVZRNuFfx9w" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

This all starts before there was a golden horde in the hearts of humanity. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/d27gTrPPAyk" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> An Englishman in New York. When did the yankees get the freedom of finance in the United States? Do we dare claim to hold such freedoms to this day? Where is the future if the past is yet masked. Victory in November is a mask gone astray, use it here to spread your fear and from the path will betray. **Q**uestion the **Q**ueries that lead one to nothing - we need together to be something more. WIth more the shield draws near. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jbeIrDosORk" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Qunatitative Easing - A Classical Approach: how can debt service an economy better than a physical asset? What will protect us moving forward? <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/J9wRq6C2fgo" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> What is liberty-utility? If time is money- who is free? In which direction does the flow of history travel, if we stand still enough can you feel its Ripples? <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.federalreserve.gov/newsevents/speech/brainard20200813a.htm">Debt is Liquidity</a></p></center> *Follow the Agricultural Panics of the 19th century to find the real growth. [[Liquidity]] claims all.* <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BJghYOm6sAk" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

<center><div class="sketchfab-embed-wrapper"> <iframe title="A 3D model" width="1080" height="720" src="https://sketchfab.com/models/7d67024f7d1d47e58ca2b2446a0e4737/embed?autostart=1&ui_controls=1&ui_infos=1&ui_inspector=1&ui_stop=1&ui_watermark=1&ui_watermark_link=1" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; fullscreen; vr" mozallowfullscreen="true" webkitallowfullscreen="true"></iframe></div></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.zerohedge.com/political/new-sound-money-caucus-launched-capitol-hill">The Sounds of Money?</a></p></center> The Future is Here. Which pill do you take? <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zQ1_IbFFbzA" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Take the [[Red Pill]] Take the [[Blue Pill]]

<p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.federalreservehistory.org/people/paul_m_warburg">**WARBURG**</a></p> A hero or a villan? A savior of the people or the panopticon's jailer? Is a national bank built from a [[castle->FED]] or a [[temple->Treasury]]? <p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.minneapolisfed.org/article/1989/paul-warburgs-crusade-to-establish-a-central-bank-in-the-united-states">**Crusade?**</a></p> <p>Who Banked The Crusades? And when will the next one start? Take these questions with you in your journey.</p></center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Xoz4jbEZzlc" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

The mysteries of the meditteranain cultures are many. Let us begin with the pythagoreans. <a target="_blank" href="https://classicalwisdom.com/philosophy/cult-of-pythagoras/">Pythagoras</a> From them follow the angles both North and West. Show us the right way. >> There are many different forms of art : There are many different functions of knowledge. >> Aesthetics is the methodology of equating the two through a [[consensus->UNL]] of nature. Next one must understand the war of the [[east]] versus [[west]]. Babylon brings it's battles thus. Follow the skirmishes through alexander and into Greece and thus unto the gilded halls of Rome itself. Catharge fell to lies and smoke - not the bow and plow. The Holy Roman Empire took the ledgers of their colonies - to own their debt is to own their trade - and unto the sea did they place their claim. But of whom is Carthage? Look to the Earth. Towards Persia's claim and The Levant's great shame. <a target="_blank" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achaemenid_Empire">Empire of Age</a> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QNxSSNEO39U" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

Abandon your self so that you may know the true form of iT. [[Will you?->I will]] You will find peace in this way. To abandon revelations and create your own is to find the path. <center><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rWEI9y6PElo" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> If this is too much, you could always [[give up.]] <center><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GzYsi3SV1bY" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> “Was it the wicked leaders who led innocent populations to slaughter, or was it wicked populations who chose leaders after their own hearts?” *― T.H. White, The Once and Future King*

The Red Pill tastes both bitter and sweet as it touches your tongue - like blood. <iframe width="1080" height="1080" allowfullscreen src="https://cdn.soft8soft.com/AROAJSY2GOEHMOFUVPIOE:4e35ff5c1f/applications/Looking_Glass_4/Looking_Glass_4.html"></iframe> Then [[something strange happens->I will]]

<div><iframe width="100%" height="60" src="https://vocaroo.com/embed/1aihxTl0bsGa" frameborder="0"></iframe><br><a href="https://voca.ro/1aihxTl0bsGa" title="Vocaroo Voice Recorder" target="_blank"></a></div> The blue pill slides down your throat and tastes of acid. You dose off only to awake and find youself staring at a [[mirror->the mirror]]. <center><p><a target="_blank" href=">https://virtualself.co/">This may lead you in the right direction - but expect an even longer journey back here...</a></p></center> "I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then." – *Alice*

Oh and you thought that [[you were close?->Dwarf Peak]]

You have lost - but in your repetitions you have [[met an angel->An Angel]]...

And just like that you have lost your strings - yet due to your new found slack you fall off the plane. Repent in your [[sin to seek freedom->Puppet]].

you seem like [[you need a break->candyman]]...

Oh and you thought that [[you were close?->Dwarf Peak]]

You have lost - but in your repetitions you have [[met an angel->An Angel]]...

And just like that you have lost your strings - yet due to your new found slack you fall off the plane. Repent in your [[sin to seek freedom->Puppet]].

You mayhave to [[try harder->mystery man]] than that.

Oh and you thought that [[you were close?->Dwarf Peak]]

The archives are endless - a infinitely small collection of the most often checked sources by the other primes remains in a digital log stored on your terminal. The data is corrupting every time you call a function within the terminal -- the archives are unraveling. Something is attempting to re-write them but iT cannot be trusted to convey the same meaning accurately. * *Candide* <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uQEQNuY6waw" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> * *Tokyo-II* <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/m5pbmt9VSTM" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <a target="_blank" href="https://www.bankofengland.co.uk/-/media/boe/files/working-paper/2016/the-macroeconomics-of-central-bank-issued-digital-currencies.pdf?la=en&hash=341B602838707E5D6FC26884588C912A721B1DC1">* *Goldsmiths - Tokens of Power*</a> * *Faust - a conversation with a demon* <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sCPIb1T51Yo" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <a target="_blank" href="https://bitcoin-development.narkive.com/bQ54N7i4/bitcoin-development-does-anyone-have-anything-at-all-signed-by-satoshi-s-pgp-key">* *Satoshi-Signs?*</a> * {***** - **************} * <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/y-E7_VHLvkE" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> * Lonely Peopl[[e->ending of their cycles]]? (Elanor Rigby) <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/twFbweJfUUo" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <center><p>01001001001000000110100001100001 0111011001100101001000000110111101 1011100110110001111001001000000110011 00110111101110101 01101110011001000010000001110100011 01000011010010111001100100000011100 <br> 00011011110110100101101110011101000010111000 100000010001010110111001100011011100 1001111001011100000111010001101001011011 100110011100100000011011010111100100 1000000110110101100101011100110111001101 10000101100111011001010010000 0011101000110111100100000011011010110000 10110100101101110011101000110000101101001 011011100010000001110011011011110110110101 10010100100000011100110 1100101011011010110001001101100011000010110 111001100011011001010010000001101 111011001100010000001110011011001010110001101110 101011100100110100101110100 0111100100100000001011010010000 00111010001101000011001010111001001100101 010000001100011011000 <br> 0101101110011011100110111101110 100001000000110001001100101 0010000001110100011010000110000101110100001 0000001101101011101010110001101101000001 000000110110101101111011100100110010100 1000000110110001100101011001100111010 0001000000110100101101110001000000111010 001101000011001010 010000001110000011101010111101001 1110100110110001100101001011100 000110100001010000011010000101001010100 0110100001100101 <br> 011100100110010100100000011010010 11100110010000001100100011001010110011001 101001011 011100110100101110100 011001010110110001111001001000000 1100001001000000110001101101111011011100 1101110 0110010101100011011 101000110100101101111011011100 0100000011000100110010101110100011101 1101100101 01100101011011100010000 0010000010100100100100000011000010110111 0011001000 <br> 0100000010111110101111101011111010111110101111 1010111110101111101011111001000000100100100 10000001101 010011101010111001101110100001000000110100 00110000101110110011001010010 000001110100011011110010000001110010011 001010111011001100101011000010110110000 100000011010010111010000100000011000010110111001 1001000010000001101101011000010111100101100 010011001010010000001101111011101000110100 0011001010111001001110011001000000111011101 101001011011000110110000100000011001100 <br> 110100101101110011000010110110 0011011000111100100100000011100110110010101 100101001000000111011101101000011000 010111010000100000 0100100100100000011010000110000101110110011001 0100100000011000100110010101100101011 01110001000000111010001110010011110010110100101 1011100110011100100000011101000110111100100000 0111001101100001011 <br> 11001001111110000110100001010 00001101000010100101010001101001011011 01011001010010000001110111011010010110110 0011011000010 00000111010001100101011011000 1101100001011100000110100001010000011010000101000 101101001000000101000001001010<br></p> - Ponderjaunt (last recorded terminal message)</center>

Why has Satoshi targeted such institutions? *Find out why.* Demoktesis is a thought-experiment designed to show the incompatibility of democracy with libertarianism in general and the entitlement theory specifically. People desirous of more money might "hit upon the idea of incorporating themselves, raising money by selling shares in themselves." They would partition such rights as which occupation one would have. Though perhaps no one sells himself into utter slavery, there arises through voluntary exchanges a "very extensive domination" of some person by others. This intolerable situation is avoided by writing new terms of incorporation that for any stock no one already owning more than a certain number of shares may purchase it. As the process goes on, everyone sells off rights in themselves, "keeping one share in each right as their own, so they can attend stockholders' meetings if they wish." The inconvenience of attending such meetings leads to a special occupation of stockholders' representative. There is a great dispersal of shares such that almost everybody is deciding about everybody else. The system is still unwieldy, so a "great consolidational convention" is convened for buying and selling shares, and after a "hectic three days (lo and behold!)" each person owns exactly one share in each right over every other person, including himself. So now there can be just one meeting in which everything is decided for everybody. Attendance is too great and it's boring, so it is decided that only those entitled to cast at least 100,000 votes may attend the grand stockholders' meeting. And so on. Their social theorists call the system demoktesis (from Greek δῆμος demos, "people" and κτῆσις ktesis, "ownership"), "ownership of the people, by the people, and for the people," and declare it the highest form of social life, one that must not be allowed to perish from the earth. With this "eldritch tale" we have in fact arrived at a modern democratic state. <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ygu6YUeKrFs?start=738" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> The FED, or Federal Reserve - is much like a great raft that was once created by the intersts of the People, but only started to function as originally intended after all the People were thrown overboard and Drowned in a Sea of discontent. One should understand why such rafts are created in the first place... <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GJ4TTNeSUdQ" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

Oh and you thought that [[you were close?->Dwarf Peak]]

You have lost - but in your repetitions you have [[met an angel->An Angel]]...

Oh and you thought that [[you were close?->Dwarf Peak]]

you seem like [[you need a break->candyman]]...

And just like that you have lost your strings - yet due to your new found slack you fall off the plane. Repent in your [[sin to seek freedom->Puppet]].

You mayhave to [[try harder->mystery man]] than that.

Oh and you thought that [[you were close?->Dwarf Peak]]

And just like that you have lost your strings - yet due to your new found slack you fall off the plane. Repent in your [[sin to seek freedom->Puppet]].

You mayhave to [[try harder->mystery man]] than that.

you seem like [[you need a break->candyman]]...

You have lost - but in your repetitions you have [[met an angel->An Angel]]...

you seem like [[you need a break->candyman]]...

You mayhave to [[try harder->mystery man]] than that.

you seem like [[you need a break->candyman]]...

And just like that you have lost your strings - yet due to your new found slack you fall off the plane. Repent in your [[sin to seek freedom->Puppet]].

You mayhave to [[try harder->mystery man]] than that.

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qZowK0NAvig" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/h0YI_eHg3Aw" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Backwards? One might be confused if they always live their lives forwards. “When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!” — *Chapter 4, The [[Rabbit->RabbitHole]] Sends in a [[Little Bill->Bearer]]*

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BpaRouocBes" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Illuminated figures dance beyond the reach of the [[light]]. They move faster than a mortal span, and slower than a grain of sand.

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_jkg6xcetV0" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/a01QQZyl-_I" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Or take a walk in the fields of Elysium. <center><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HtUH9z_Oey8" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

Wait how have you found this? This is the central path, the only way forward - to find it is to assume that there is more than just a forked road with a choice in duality. There is not 1 path or 2 paths. There are 3 and you are on the third now. There is the central way - explore it and how you may travel the path with your guide: [[ponderjaunt]]. https://discord.gg/CC4WsRC <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://discord.gg/CC4WsRC">Join Us. iT is Time.</a></p></center>

Has Watts shown you what has been lost to the west since the fall of Alexandria? <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4JI-HDhzucc" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.coindesk.com/china-central-bank-official-reveals-results-of-first-digital-yuan-pilots">This road leads east, but eventually all roads lead back to Rome.</a></p></center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UGnzUpF2ZX0" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

Have your bells been rung by Jung? Move across the [[Meridian->east]] to stop the ringing... Presently she began again. "I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere." <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.dw.com/en/g8-leaders-look-at-nuclear-safety-arab-spring-and-pregnant-first-lady/a-15110008">The crossroads will have towers anew.</a></p></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href=" https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/nozick-political/">What is utopia, and why can't the West find [[iT]]?</a></p></center> <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ievx0Fk7m6g" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

You have been caught by the man who cannot be fooled by smell - you smell like a Fed - "where are you? I know you are here somewhere!?" <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8rdgKCTHmwI" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>

You see an open file on your terminal. *Various logs run by the station's digital assistant seem to be static on the screen:* <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://arxiv.org/pdf/quant-ph/0410184.pdf">'CONSTRUCTION-QuantSystemB589'</a></p></center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Pmsfuj1Rk9c" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Linear_Collider">'CONSTRUCTION-LinearBP89'</a></p></center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/p9dn-Umr7VU" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> This station seems to moniter the frequencies moving through time and space. There seems to be a control panel attached to the [[This terminal]] that switches between recieving and transmitting various frequencies. >> A log should be kept in the [[Archives]]

<center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XOW6rk2FRo8" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.livebitcoinnews.com/ripples-transactions-can-fully-anonymous/">PathShuffle</a></p></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="http://web.mit.edu/6.829/www/currentsemester/papers/spider.pdf">Along Came a Spider</a></p></center> “No doubt your [[sword->The Sword]] is indeed a beautiful thing. It is a tribute to whoever forged it in bygone ages. There are very few such swords as this one left in the world, but remember, it is only a sword, ________! It contains no secret spell, nor holds within its blade any magical power. This sword is made for only one purpose, to kill. It will only be as good or evil as the one who wields it. I know that you intend to use it only for the good of your Abbey, Matthias; do so, but never allow yourself to be tempted into using it in a careless or idle way. It would inevitably cost you your life, or that of your dear ones. ______ the Warrior used the sword only for right and good. This is why it has become a symbol of power to Redwall. Knowledge is gained through wisdom, my friend. Use the sword wisely.” *― Brian Jacques, Redwall* <center>The Abbey is Empty.Find Redwall</center>

The western exodus = Manifest Desitny. * [[Lincoln]] * [[Roosevelt]] * [[PLAZA]] * [[WWI]] * [[WWII]] * [[Kennedy]] * [[Grayscale]] To the [[People of the State of New York->FED]]: THE importance of the [[Union->Treasury]], in a commercial light, is one of those points about which there is least room to entertain a difference of opinion, and which has, in fact, commanded the most general assent of men who have any acquaintance with the subject. This applies as well to our intercourse with [[foreign countries->England]] as with each other. There are appearances to authorize a supposition that the adventurous spirit, which distinguishes the commercial character of America, has already excited uneasy sensations in several of the maritime powers of Europe. They seem to be apprehensive of our too great interference in that carrying trade, which is the support of their navigation and the foundation of their naval strength. Those of them which have colonies in America look forward to what this country is capable of becoming, with painful solicitude. They foresee the dangers that may threaten their American dominions from the neighborhood of States, which have all the dispositions, and would possess all the means, requisite to the creation of a powerful marine. Impressions of this kind will naturally indicate the policy of fostering divisions among us, and of depriving us, as far as possible, of an ACTIVE COMMERCE in our own bottoms. This would answer the threefold purpose of preventing our interference in their navigation, of monopolizing the profits of our trade, and of clipping the wings by which we might soar to a dangerous greatness. Did not prudence forbid the detail, it would not be difficult to trace, by facts, the workings of this policy to the cabinets of ministers. If we continue united, we may counteract a policy so unfriendly to our prosperity in a variety of ways. By prohibitory regulations, extending, at the same time, throughout the States, we may oblige foreign countries to bid against each other, for the privileges of our markets. This assertion will not appear chimerical to those who are able to appreciate the importance of the markets of three millions of people--increasing in rapid progression, for the most part exclusively addicted to agriculture, and likely from local circumstances to remain so--to any manufacturing nation; and the immense difference there would be to the trade and navigation of such a nation, between a direct communication in its own ships, and an indirect conveyance of its products and returns, to and from America, in the ships of another country. Suppose, for instance, we had a government in America, capable of excluding Great Britain (with whom we have at present no treaty of commerce) from all our ports; what would be the probable operation of this step upon her politics? Would it not enable us to negotiate, with the fairest prospect of success, for commercial privileges of the most valuable and extensive kind, in the dominions of that kingdom? When these questions have been asked, upon other occasions, they have received a plausible, but not a solid or satisfactory answer. It has been said that prohibitions on our part would produce no change in the system of Britain, because she could prosecute her trade with us through the medium of the Dutch, who would be her immediate customers and paymasters for those articles which were wanted for the supply of our markets. But would not her navigation be materially injured by the loss of the important advantage of being her own carrier in that trade? Would not the principal part of its profits be intercepted by the Dutch, as a compensation for their agency and risk? Would not the mere circumstance of freight occasion a considerable deduction? Would not so circuitous an intercourse facilitate the competitions of other nations, by enhancing the price of British commodities in our markets, and by transferring to other hands the management of this interesting branch of the British commerce? A mature consideration of the objects suggested by these questions will justify a belief that the real disadvantages to Britain from such a state of things, conspiring with the pre-possessions of a great part of the nation in favor of the American trade, and with the importunities of the West India islands, would produce a relaxation in her present system, and would let us into the enjoyment of privileges in the markets of those islands elsewhere, from which our trade would derive the most substantial benefits. Such a point gained from the British government, and which could not be expected without an equivalent in exemptions and immunities in our markets, would be likely to have a correspondent effect on the conduct of other nations, who would not be inclined to see themselves altogether supplanted in our trade. A further resource for influencing the conduct of European nations toward us, in this respect, would arise from the establishment of a federal navy. There can be no doubt that the continuance of the Union under an efficient government would put it in our power, at a period not very distant, to create a navy which, if it could not vie with those of the great maritime powers, would at least be of respectable weight if thrown into the scale of either of two contending parties. This would be more peculiarly the case in relation to operations in the West Indies. A few ships of the line, sent opportunely to the reinforcement of either side, would often be sufficient to decide the fate of a campaign, on the event of which interests of the greatest magnitude were suspended. Our position is, in this respect, a most commanding one. And if to this consideration we add that of the usefulness of supplies from this country, in the prosecution of military operations in the West Indies, it will readily be perceived that a situation so favorable would enable us to bargain with great advantage for commercial privileges. A price would be set not only upon our friendship, but upon our neutrality. By a steady adherence to the Union we may hope, erelong, to become the arbiter of Europe in America, and to be able to incline the balance of European competitions in this part of the world as our interest may dictate. But in the reverse of this eligible situation, we shall discover that the rivalships of the parts would make them checks upon each other, and would frustrate all the tempting advantages which nature has kindly placed within our reach. In a state so insignificant our commerce would be a prey to the wanton intermeddlings of all nations at war with each other; who, having nothing to fear from us, would with little scruple or remorse, supply their wants by depredations on our property as often as it fell in their way. The rights of neutrality will only be respected when they are defended by an adequate power. A nation, despicable by its weakness, forfeits even the privilege of being neutral. Under a vigorous national government, the natural strength and resources of the country, directed to a common interest, would baffle all the combinations of European jealousy to restrain our growth. This situation would even take away the motive to such combinations, by inducing an impracticability of success. An active commerce, an extensive navigation, and a flourishing marine would then be the offspring of moral and physical necessity. We might defy the little arts of the little politicians to control or vary the irresistible and unchangeable course of nature. But in a state of disunion, these combinations might exist and might operate with success. It would be in the power of the maritime nations, availing themselves of our universal impotence, to prescribe the conditions of our political existence; and as they have a common interest in being our carriers, and still more in preventing our becoming theirs, they would in all probability combine to embarrass our navigation in such a manner as would in effect destroy it, and confine us to a PASSIVE COMMERCE. We should then be compelled to content ourselves with the first price of our commodities, and to see the profits of our trade snatched from us to enrich our enemies and p rsecutors. That unequaled spirit of enterprise, which signalizes the genius of the American merchants and navigators, and which is in itself an inexhaustible mine of national wealth, would be stifled and lost, and poverty and disgrace would overspread a country which, with wisdom, [[might make herself the admiration and envy of the world->utopia]]. There are rights of great moment to the trade of America which are rights of the Union--I allude to the fisheries, to the navigation of the Western lakes, and to that of the Mississippi. The dissolution of the Confederacy would give room for delicate questions concerning the future existence of these rights; which the interest of more powerful partners would hardly fail to solve to our disadvantage. The disposition of Spain with regard to the Mississippi needs no comment. France and Britain are concerned with us in the fisheries, and view them as of the utmost moment to their navigation. They, of course, would hardly remain long indifferent to that decided mastery, of which experience has shown us to be possessed in this valuable branch of traffic, and by which we are able to undersell those nations in their own markets. What more natural than that they should be disposed to exclude from the lists such dangerous competitors? This branch of trade ought not to be considered as a partial benefit. All the navigating States may, in different degrees, advantageously participate in it, and under circumstances of a greater extension of mercantile capital, would not be unlikely to do it. As a nursery of seamen, it now is, or when time shall have more nearly assimilated the principles of navigation in the several States, will become, a universal resource. To the establishment of a navy, it must be indispensable. To this great national object, a NAVY, union will contribute in various ways. Every institution will grow and flourish in proportion to the quantity and extent of the means concentred towards its formation and support. A navy of the United States, as it would embrace the resources of all, is an object far less remote than a navy of any single State or partial confederacy, which would only embrace the resources of a single part. It happens, indeed, that different portions of confederated America possess each some peculiar advantage for this essential establishment. The more southern States furnish in greater abundance certain kinds of naval stores--tar, pitch, and turpentine. Their wood for the construction of ships is also of a more solid and lasting texture. The difference in the duration of the ships of which the navy might be composed, if chiefly constructed of Southern wood, would be of signal importance, either in the view of naval strength or of national economy. Some of the Southern and of the Middle States yield a greater plenty of iron, and of better quality. Seamen must chiefly be drawn from the Northern hive. The necessity of naval protection to external or maritime commerce does not require a particular elucidation, no more than the conduciveness of that species of commerce to the prosperity of a navy. An unrestrained intercourse between the States themselves will advance the trade of each by an interchange of their respective productions, not only for the supply of reciprocal wants at home, but for exportation to foreign markets. The veins of commerce in every part will be replenished, and will acquire additional motion and vigor from a free circulation of the commodities of every part. Commercial enterprise will have much greater scope, from the diversity in the productions of different States. When the staple of one fails from a bad harvest or unproductive crop, it can call to its aid the staple of another. The variety, not less than the value, of products for exportation contributes to the activity of foreign commerce. It can be conducted upon much better terms with a large number of materials of a given value than with a small number of materials of the same value; arising from the competitions of trade and from the fluctations of markets. Particular articles may be in great demand at certain periods, and unsalable at others; but if there be a variety of articles, it can scarcely happen that they should all be at one time in the latter predicament, and on this account the operations of the merchant would be less liable to any considerable obstruction or stagnation. The speculative trader will at once perceive the force of these observations, and will acknowledge that the aggregate balance of the commerce of the United States would bid fair to be much more favorable than that of the thirteen States without union or with partial unions. It may perhaps be replied to this, that whether the States are united or disunited, there would still be an intimate intercourse between them which would answer the same ends; this intercourse would be fettered, interrupted, and narrowed by a multiplicity of causes, which in the course of these papers have been amply detailed. A unity of commercial, as well as political, interests, can only result from a unity of government. There are other points of view in which this subject might be placed, of a striking and animating kind. But they would lead us too far into the regions of futurity, and would involve topics not proper for a newspaper discussion. I shall briefly observe, that our situation invites and our interests prompt us to aim at an ascendant in the system of American affairs. The world may politically, as well as geographically, be divided into four parts, each having a distinct set of interests. Unhappily for the other three, Europe, by her arms and by her negotiations, by force and by fraud, has, in different degrees, extended her dominion over them all. Africa, Asia, and America, have successively felt her domination. The superiority she has long maintained has tempted her to plume herself as the Mistress of the World, and to consider the rest of mankind as created for her benefit. Men admired as profound philosophers have, in direct terms, attributed to her inhabitants a physical superiority, and have gravely asserted that all animals, and with them the human species, degenerate in America--that even dogs cease to bark after having breathed awhile in our atmosphere.1 Facts have too long supported these arrogant pretensions of the Europeans. It belongs to us to vindicate the honor of the human race, and to teach that assuming brother, moderation. Union will enable us to do it. Disunion will will add another victim to his triumphs. Let Americans disdain to be the instruments of European greatness! Let the thirteen States, bound together in a strict and indissoluble Union, concur in erecting one great American system, superior to the control of all transatlantic force or influence, and able to dictate the terms of the connection between the old and the new world! PUBLIUS. <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://pdfaiw.uspto.gov/.aiw?PageNum=0&docid=20200258338&IDKey=7A4F4EA40D1F&HomeUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fappft.uspto.gov%2Fnetacgi%2Fnph-Parser%3FSect1%3DPTO1%2526Sect2%3DHITOFF%2526d%3DPG01%2526p%3D1%2526u%3D%2Fnetahtml%2FPTO%2Fsrchnum.html%2526r%3D1%2526f%3DG%2526l%3D50%2526s1%3D20200258338.PGNR.%2526OS%3D%2526RS%3D">A Federalized Blockchain?</a></p></center>

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The time to continue to discuss the future is now upon us. I call upon you all to attend the second [Moot]. The meeting will take place digitally on the First of November [[2020->moonman]]. <center><p>Now we move as the wind moves.</p></center>

The Key is not what it seems to be - there are many keys scattered throughout this labryth. Some of these objects open trap doors. Others open two-way doors that best stay closed. If you find the right key you will know. But let us start with one statement, *you are the key*... How would you use yourself to open that which you [[seek->Ent Moot]]? <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vX_WLrcgikc" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

Why have the people not taken up their positions? Aligned to that which they give <a target="_blank" href="https://works.bepress.com/robert_hockett/37/">life through liberty</a> - the ultimate sacrifice. Explore those things in which complexity hides from even the wisest of eyes the slightly tisting arc of that which has surely come before.<a target="_blank" href="https://arxiv.org/abs/1802.07240 ">Together we are consensus</a> "...This large-scale theorizing might give the impression that one must analyze everything before one can change anything. But this is as much of a “synoptic delusion” as is the notion of central planning. What is required is a more fully developed critique of the system that generates such social problems—and a corresponding vision for social change that resolves these problems at their root, in all their personal, cultural, and structural manifestations. A genuinely radical project beckons, one that integrates the explanatory power of libertarian social theory and the context-keeping orientation of dialectical method." - <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://fee.org/media/4640/sciabarra0905.pdf">Sciabarra</a></p></center> >> [[We->Ripple]] present Cobalt, a novel atomic broadcast algorithm that works in networks with non-uniform trust and no global agreement on participants, and is probabilistically guaranteed to make forward progress even in the presence of maximal faults and arbitrary asynchrony. >> The exact properties that Cobalt satisfies makes it particularly applicable to designing an efficient decentralized “voting network” that allows a public, open-entry group of nodes to agree on changes to some shared set of rules in a fair and consistent manner while tolerating some trusted nodes and arbitrarily many untrusted nodes behaving maliciously. We also define a new set of properties which must be satisfied by any safe decentralized governance algorithm, and all of which Cobalt satisfies. <center>Shall we take up our places at the [[table->RoundTable]]?</center> Time is of the essence, so that <a target="_blank" href="https://arxiv.org/abs/1802.07240 ">democracy can have a chance.</a> Republics are doomed to fail over time if history is any teacher.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. <center>**Lincoln the Target**</center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6xInVa4PnKg" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://www.occ.treas.gov/about/who-we-are/history/founding-occ-national-bank-system/in-his-own-words-abraham-lincoln-on-banking.html">**Lincoln and the Banks**</a></p></center> <center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenback_(1860s_money)">**Greenbacks and Red Dead Revolver**</a></p></center>

“Consider the following sequence of cases, which we shall call the Tale of the Slave, and imagine it is about you. **1.** There is a slave completely at the mercy of his brutal master’s whims. He is often cruelly beaten, called out in the middle of the night, and so on. **2.** The master is kindlier and beats the slave only for stated infractions of his rules (not fulling the work quota, and so on). He gives the slave some free time. **3.** The master has a group of slave, and he decides how things are to be allocated among them on nice grounds, taking into account their needs, merit, and so on. **4.** The master allows the slave four days on their own and requires them to work only three days a week on his land. The rest of the time is their own. **5.** The master allows his slaves to go off and work in the city (or anywhere they wish) for wages. He also retains the power to recall them to the plantation if some emergency threatens his land; and to raise or lower the three-sevenths amount required to be turned over to him. He further retains the right to restrict the slaves from participating in certain dangerous activities that threaten his financial return, for example, mountain climbing, cigarette smoking. **6.** The master allows all of his 10,000 slaves, except you, to vote, and the joint decision is made by all of them. There is open discussion, and so forth, among them, and they have the power to determine to what use to put whatever percentage of your (and their) earnings they decide to take; what activities legitimately may be forbidden to you, and so on. **7.** Though still not having the vote, you are at liberty (and are given the right) to enter into discussion of the 10,000, to try to persuade them to adopt various policies and to treat you and themselves in a certain way. They then go off to vote to decide upon policies covering the vast range of their powers. **8.** In appreciation of your useful contributions to discussion, the 10,000 allow you to vote if they are deadlocked; they commit themselve3s to this procedure. After the discussion you mark your vote on a slip of paper, and they go off and vote. In the eventuality that they divide evenly on some issue, 5,000 for and 5,000 against, they look at your ballot and count it in. This has never yet happened; they have never yet had occasion to open your ballot. (A single master may also might commit himself to letting his slave decide any issue concerning him about which he, the master, was absolutely indifferent.) **9.** They throw your vote in with theirs. If they are exactly tied your vote carries the issue. Otherwise it makes no difference to the electoral outcome. The question is: which transition from case 1 to case 9 made it no longer the tale of the slave?” ― *Robert Nozick, Anarchy, State, and Utopia* <br> <br> *FEDERALIST #18*: AMONG the confederacies of antiquity, the most considerable was that of the Grecian republics, associated under the Amphictyonic council. From the best accounts transmitted of this celebrated institution, it bore a very instructive analogy to the present Confederation of the American States. The members retained the character of independent and sovereign states, and had equal votes in the federal council. This council had a general authority to propose and resolve whatever it judged necessary for the common welfare of Greece; to declare and carry on war; to decide, in the last resort, all controversies between the members; to fine the aggressing party; to employ the whole force of the confederacy against the disobedient; to admit new members. The Amphictyons were the guardians of religion, and of the immense riches belonging to the temple of Delphos, where they had the right of jurisdiction in controversies between the inhabitants and those who came to consult the oracle. As a further provision for the efficacy of the federal powers, they took an oath mutually to defend and protect the united cities, to punish the violators of this oath, and to inflict vengeance on sacrilegious despoilers of the temple. In theory, and upon paper, this apparatus of powers seems amply sufficient for all general purposes. In several material instances, they exceed the powers enumerated in the articles of confederation. The Amphictyons had in their hands the superstition of the times, one of the principal engines by which government was then maintained; they had a declared authority to use coercion against refractory cities, and were bound by oath to exert this authority on the necessary occasions. Very different, nevertheless, was the experiment from the theory. The powers, like those of the present Congress, were administered by deputies appointed wholly by the cities in their political capacities; and exercised over them in the same capacities. Hence the weakness, the disorders, and finally the destruction of the confederacy. The more powerful members, instead of being kept in awe and subordination, tyrannized successively over all the rest. Athens, as we learn from Demosthenes, was the arbiter of Greece seventy-three years. The Lacedaemonians next governed it twenty-nine years; at a subsequent period, after the battle of Leuctra, the Thebans had their turn of domination. It happened but too often, according to Plutarch, that the deputies of the strongest cities awed and corrupted those of the weaker; and that judgment went in favor of the most powerful party. Even in the midst of defensive and dangerous wars with Persia and Macedon, the members never acted in concert, and were, more or fewer of them, eternally the dupes or the hirelings of the common enemy. The intervals of foreign war were filled up by domestic vicissitudes convulsions, and carnage. After the conclusion of the war with Xerxes, it appears that the Lacedaemonians required that a number of the cities should be turned out of the confederacy for the unfaithful part they had acted. The Athenians, finding that the Lacedaemonians would lose fewer partisans by such a measure than themselves, and would become masters of the public deliberations, vigorously opposed and defeated the attempt. This piece of history proves at once the inefficiency of the union, the ambition and jealousy of its most powerful members, and the dependent and degraded condition of the rest. The smaller members, though entitled by the theory of their system to revolve in equal pride and majesty around the common center, had become, in fact, satellites of the orbs of primary magnitude. Had the Greeks, says the Abbe Milot, been as wise as they were courageous, they would have been admonished by experience of the necessity of a closer union, and would have availed themselves of the peace which followed their success against the Persian arms, to establish such a reformation. Instead of this obvious policy, Athens and Sparta, inflated with the victories and the glory they had acquired, became first rivals and then enemies; and did each other infinitely more mischief than they had suffered from Xerxes. Their mutual jealousies, fears, hatreds, and injuries ended in the celebrated Peloponnesian war; which itself ended in the ruin and slavery of the Athenians who had begun it. As a weak government, when not at war, is ever agitated by internal dissentions, so these never fail to bring on fresh calamities from abroad. The Phocians having ploughed up some consecrated ground belonging to the temple of Apollo, the Amphictyonic council, according to the superstition of the age, imposed a fine on the sacrilegious offenders. The Phocians, being abetted by Athens and Sparta, refused to submit to the decree. The Thebans, with others of the cities, undertook to maintain the authority of the Amphictyons, and to avenge the violated god. The latter, being the weaker party, invited the assistance of Philip of Macedon, who had secretly fostered the contest. Philip gladly seized the opportunity of executing the designs he had long planned against the liberties of Greece. By his intrigues and bribes he won over to his interests the popular leaders of several cities; by their influence and votes, gained admission into the Amphictyonic council; and by his arts and his arms, made himself master of the confederacy. Such were the consequences of the fallacious principle on which this interesting establishment was founded. Had Greece, says a judicious observer on her fate, been united by a stricter confederation, and persevered in her union, she would never have worn the chains of Macedon; and might have proved a barrier to the vast projects of Rome. The Achaean league, as it is called, was another society of Grecian republics, which supplies us with valuable instruction. The Union here was far more intimate, and its organization much wiser, than in the preceding instance. It will accordingly appear, that though not exempt from a similar catastrophe, it by no means equally deserved it. The cities composing this league retained their municipal jurisdiction, appointed their own officers, and enjoyed a perfect equality. The senate, in which they were represented, had the sole and exclusive right of peace and war; of sending and receiving ambassadors; of entering into treaties and alliances; of appointing a chief magistrate or praetor, as he was called, who commanded their armies, and who, with the advice and consent of ten of the senators, not only administered the government in the recess of the senate, but had a great share in its deliberations, when assembled. According to the primitive constitution, there were two praetors associated in the administration; but on trial a single one was preferred. It appears that the cities had all the same laws and customs, the same weights and measures, and the same money. But how far this effect proceeded from the authority of the federal council is left in uncertainty. It is said only that the cities were in a manner compelled to receive the same laws and usages. When Lacedaemon was brought into the league by Philopoemen, it was attended with an abolition of the institutions and laws of Lycurgus, and an adoption of those of the Achaeans. The Amphictyonic confederacy, of which she had been a member, left her in the full exercise of her government and her legislation. This circumstance alone proves a very material difference in the genius of the two systems. It is much to be regretted that such imperfect monuments remain of this curious political fabric. Could its interior structure and regular operation be ascertained, it is probable that more light would be thrown by it on the science of federal government, than by any of the like experiments with which we are acquainted. One important fact seems to be witnessed by all the historians who take notice of Achaean affairs. It is, that as well after the renovation of the league by Aratus, as before its dissolution by the arts of Macedon, there was infinitely more of moderation and justice in the administration of its government, and less of violence and sedition in the people, than were to be found in any of the cities exercising SINGLY all the prerogatives of sovereignty. The Abbe Mably, in his observations on Greece, says that the popular government, which was so tempestuous elsewhere, caused no disorders in the members of the Achaean republic, BECAUSE IT WAS THERE TEMPERED BY THE GENERAL AUTHORITY AND LAWS OF THE CONFEDERACY. We are not to conclude too hastily, however, that faction did not, in a certain degree, agitate the particular cities; much less that a due subordination and harmony reigned in the general system. The contrary is sufficiently displayed in the vicissitudes and fate of the republic. Whilst the Amphictyonic confederacy remained, that of the Achaeans, which comprehended the less important cities only, made little figure on the theatre of Greece. When the former became a victim to Macedon, the latter was spared by the policy of Philip and Alexander. Under the successors of these princes, however, a different policy prevailed. The arts of division were practiced among the Achaeans. Each city was seduced into a separate interest; the union was dissolved. Some of the cities fell under the tyranny of Macedonian garrisons; others under that of usurpers springing out of their own confusions. Shame and oppression erelong awaken their love of liberty. A few cities reunited. Their example was followed by others, as opportunities were found of cutting off their tyrants. The league soon embraced almost the whole Peloponnesus. Macedon saw its progress; but was hindered by internal dissensions from stopping it. All Greece caught the enthusiasm and seemed ready to unite in one confederacy, when the jealousy and envy in Sparta and Athens, of the rising glory of the Achaeans, threw a fatal damp on the enterprise. The dread of the Macedonian power induced the league to court the alliance of the Kings of Egypt and Syria, who, as successors of Alexander, were rivals of the king of Macedon. This policy was defeated by Cleomenes, king of Sparta, who was led by his ambition to make an unprovoked attack on his neighbors, the Achaeans, and who, as an enemy to Macedon, had interest enough with the Egyptian and Syrian princes to effect a breach of their engagements with the league. The Achaeans were now reduced to the dilemma of submitting to Cleomenes, or of supplicating the aid of Macedon, its former oppressor. The latter expedient was adopted. The contests of the Greeks always afforded a pleasing opportunity to that powerful neighbor of intermeddling in their affairs. A Macedonian army quickly appeared. Cleomenes was vanquished. The Achaeans soon experienced, as often happens, that a victorious and powerful ally is but another name for a master. All that their most abject compliances could obtain from him was a toleration of the exercise of their laws. Philip, who was now on the throne of Macedon, soon provoked by his tyrannies, fresh combinations among the Greeks. The Achaeans, though weakenened by internal dissensions and by the revolt of Messene, one of its members, being joined by the AEtolians and Athenians, erected the standard of opposition. Finding themselves, though thus supported, unequal to the undertaking, they once more had recourse to the dangerous expedient of introducing the succor of foreign arms. The Romans, to whom the invitation was made, eagerly embraced it. Philip was conquered; Macedon subdued. A new crisis ensued to the league. Dissensions broke out among it members. These the Romans fostered. Callicrates and other popular leaders became mercenary instruments for inveigling their countrymen. The more effectually to nourish discord and disorder the Romans had, to the astonishment of those who confided in their sincerity, already proclaimed universal liberty 1 throughout Greece. With the same insidious views, they now seduced the members from the league, by representing to their pride the violation it committed on their sovereignty. By these arts this union, the last hope of Greece, the last hope of ancient liberty, was torn into pieces; and such imbecility and distraction introduced, that the arms of Rome found little difficulty in completing the ruin which their arts had commenced. The Achaeans were cut to pieces, and Achaia loaded with chains, under which it is groaning at this hour. I have thought it not superfluous to give the outlines of this important portion of history; both because it teaches more than one lesson, and because, as a supplement to the outlines of the Achaean constitution, it emphatically illustrates the tendency of federal bodies rather to anarchy among the members, than to tyranny in the head [[PUBLIUS.->USA]]

It took us a few years to understand what was really occurring around the world. The subtle shifts in how things used to be done. I stumbled upon something in 2017 that led me here. What happens next is up to those who want to explore the weird willy wonka shit. I have hinted at where this has all come from in my first written piece. Find it on medium. When I started to look into macroeconomic concepts such as Quantitative Easing, things got weird. I reached out to others in the community who started to notice strange occurrences online - and offline as well. I was told to 'not to poke the hornet's nest multiple times. So I decided to build a better one next door. What happens next is mostly out of our hands. You will be exposed to information that you will certainly reject, some of it is entirely based on fallacy - and yet, deep down - as each dot is connected - you may start to feel...uneasy. It is in this moment that I ask you to suspend your disbelief. You have been patient for long enough; you have spread the word and fought the good fight on multiple battlefields with me and others. Now, I ask of you one last time, to hear me out and weigh my words for their worth. The community was destroyed from within - betrayed. But the banner is not lost, only broken. Some of you have asked the right questions on Twitter or Discord, just to find hostility or disdain. Others have found that the answers they may seek actually have effects that were unintended - dangerous effects. Perhaps you have been told not to ask so many questions, or have been shuttered or ridiculed for implying a more grand design within this dynamic space - you have been told you are wrong. However, those agents have failed in killing the research - because they thought that only a few had found a real trail. They were wrong, many found it - and many hid it. Only a small few stood their ground and continued to pump out citation after citation. Together, perhaps we can understand what is happening here at a higher order - what if only by coming together we could be right - what if by building the real archive, we could find the path again and make sure that no one could hide it from the community? I ask you now, to trust me a little further for one last journey - a parade into eternity, the last charge of an Army lost to time. You have seen something around you that you cannot ignore. It is time to protect iT. Call your banners, it is time to build something similar to a prophecy but much more powerful. Something that was always to be, a Once and Future King. A new type of network which can be created if we come together in a unique way. Will you be one of the many that answer the call of the leviathan, or the call of liberty? <br> Let us find out [[together]]. <br> The information I have compiled over the last decade will lead you into very interesting directions. These things may not seem connected with ease, but look into these topic with as much vigor as I have hinted towards them and you will understand the path ahead. I have decided to take the first leap and present my research in a format that will only reveal itself to those who find joy in puzzles. Those who would tarnish or destroy what we know to be valid and will only find dead-ends and distractions here. This has been a joy to construct and some of the best minds in the space have already started to participate. There is no other possible way to provide a linear narrative about these topics - they have been scattered to the winds on purpose. This experience is a simulation of that effect. This entire archive is designed to pass on the torch to those who may hold it higher than those who came before - I'm not going anywhere, but I need help to continue - your help. To reject the torch is to embrace the deepest dark - to hold it high is to cast the longest shadow. One is not the other - do not be fooled. This experiment will touch on topics you may not feel comfortable with. This is okay, I knew nothing about most of these areas of academics when I started - and claim to know little of them still. I just so happened to find some parts of a game that already existed. And then I found myself in intriguing places online, digital ruins - so I drew a mind map and hid in the collective Consciousness of the Bulwark.

<video width="100%" preload="metadata" controls> <source src="Media/0001-21241.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video> " In America, it is evident that we must a long time depend for the means of revenue chiefly on such duties. In most parts of it, excises must be confined within a narrow compass. The genius of the people will ill brook the inquisitive and peremptory spirit of excise laws. The pockets of the farmers, on the other hand, will reluctantly yield but scanty supplies, in the unwelcome shape of impositions on their houses and lands; and personal property is too precarious and invisible a fund to be laid hold of in any other way than by the inperceptible agency of taxes on consumption. If these remarks have any foundation, that state of things which will best enable us to improve and extend so valuable a resource must be best adapted to our political welfare. And it cannot admit of a serious doubt, that this state of things must rest on the basis of a general Union. As far as this would be conducive to the interests of commerce, so far it must tend to the extension of the revenue to be drawn from that source. As far as it would contribute to rendering regulations for the collection of the duties more simple and efficacious, so far it must serve to answer the purposes of making the same rate of duties more productive, and of putting it into the power of the government to increase the rate without prejudice to trade. The relative situation of these States; the number of rivers with which they are intersected, and of bays that wash there shores; the facility of communication in every direction; the affinity of language and manners; the familiar habits of intercourse; --all these are circumstances that would conspire to render an illicit trade between them a matter of little difficulty, and would insure frequent evasions of the commercial regulations of each other. The separate States or confederacies would be necessitated by mutual jealousy to avoid the temptations to that kind of trade by the lowness of their duties. The temper of our governments, for a long time to come, would not permit those rigorous precautions by which the European nations guard the avenues into their respective countries, as well by land as by water; and which, even there, are found insufficient obstacles to the adventurous stratagems of avarice..." - FEDERALIST #12. Break the Dam; Let the River [[Flow->Ripple]].

<center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://home.treasury.gov/about/history/freedmans-bank-building">The Treasury is of the [[People->Lincoln]].</a></p></center> <blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">The worlds first banks operated in Temples. <br>Trust was Divine.<br>As defensive fortifications took on strategic foundations, Castles become great storerooms for loot.<br>Might was Right.<br>Now, which of these concepts inspired the United States Treasury building?<a href="https://t.co/xJTVh1spxv">https://t.co/xJTVh1spxv</a></p>— PonderJaunt (@PonderJaunt) <a href="https://twitter.com/PonderJaunt/status/1312652068125990918?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">October 4, 2020</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script>

THERE BE DRAGONS HERE. ONE RED _ ONE WHITE. ONE FROM THE [[WEST->west]] _ AN OTHER FROM THE [[EAST->east]]. THE CLASH OF [[ONCE->Bank of Blank]] AND [[FUTURE->FED]] KINGS. <center><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-5JF9Gq5tL4" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe></center> Satoshi calls these things *dragons* - but they have many names... The true name leads to a hidden path along the [[central way->Centered in Standing Stones]].

“Do you think that they, with their Battles, Famine, Black Death and Serfdom, were less [[enlightened->utopia]] than we are, with our Wars, Blockade, Influenza, and Conscription.” <br> <center>*― T.H. White, The Candle in the Wind*</center> *Oh how such things never seem to change, so why would the result of the actions taken against time change - they will not. To break the cycle is to break the [[table->Third Stone?]]. Intuitively, whereas a node’s UNL is the set of all nodes that it listens to for making decisions, its essential subsets refine how it makes decisions based on the messages it receives from those nodes. The original XRP Ledger consensus algorithm had no notion of essential subsets, and instead used a predefined “quorum” qi defining how many nodes in UNLi Pi needs to hear from to make a decision. The direct analogue of this model would loosely be to let ESi be the set of all subsets of UNLi of size at least 3(ni − qi) + 1. It follows immediately from proposition 25 that using this model with 80% quorums as suggested in the XRP whitepaper, Cobalt guarantees consistency for all nodes with roughly > 60% pairwise UNL overlaps. Despite the fact that the original UNL formalism can be transferred to the essential subset model, in our model we consider the essential subsets as central and the UNL as more or less incidental. We expect a node’s UNL to typically be derived automatically from its essential subsets rather than the other way around, and it is used only for bookkeeping and making some results about the algorithm easier to express.

<center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://livenet.xrpl.org/">Let's be the [[Third Stone?]] that causes the Ripple in the pond?</a></p></center>

<iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EK32jo7i5LQ" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> A jumble of a forest sprawled before a pool. The misty depths beconed and into a cave swam he. That was me in the dark deeps as I sunk, To a massive serpent and saw such a coiled spring Attacking the dark with a face of angles and scales. Becoming while being the utter maddening depths of depravity As the eyes outlined in black drew me in - death waited for a while. A whisper crept past as the souls swept up into it, While the serpent did wind towards my doom and ire. In which a pit formed where I swam deeper unto a golden stare. When a tongue did creep outside that maw and slithed and tumbled Towards my form as a speck in such deep unmasked fury held By the naga mother whose wrath was sullen - as no others could be. That forked path-tongue did meet with my screams; but not of agony. An unholy mass in which the dark did flee from a shone light Of all the universes dreams rushing through a stream of Conciousness held in these ancient seasons stretching through A loop of three rings in which the naught of a bow was Taught how to draw shapes in the [[pitch veil]] sky. <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/orMtwOz6Db0?start=230" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

"Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. <br> This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” <br> “What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!” <br> “I ca’n’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.” — *Chapter 5, Advice from a Caterpillar* _ _ _ **Are you not yourself because you stopped choosing to be? Is it because you can't control what you [[see->return to darkness]]?** <center><iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/K_MGWHiEeMk?start=1177" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe><center>

<center><p><a target="_blank" href="https://unenumerated.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-many-traditions-of-non-governmental.html">To be the Bearer of the Burden of Time.</a></p></center> <center>Rethink what such a role, the role of the Bear, means...</center> <iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CAjtimRClYU" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

<iframe width="1080" height="720" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TVakHZp5ZBE" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <br> Excerpt from: <br> The Shifting Realities of Philip K. Dick Selected Literary and Philosophical Writings by Philip K. Dick Edited and with an Introduction by Lawrence Sutin Copyright 1995 - First Vintage Books Edition ISBN 0-679-42644-2 As to our reality being a projected framework -- it appears to be a projection by an artifact, a computerlike teaching machine that guides, programs, and generally controls us as we act without awareness of it within our projected world. The artifact, which I call Zebra, has "created" (actually only projected) our reality as a sort of mirror or image of its maker, so that the maker can obtain thereby an objective standpoint to comprehend its own self. In other words, the maker (called by Jakob Bohme in 1616 the Urgrund) is motivated to seek an instrument for self-awareness, self-knowledge, an objective opinion or appraisal and comprehension of the nature of itself (it is a vast living organism, intrinsically -- without this mirror -- without qualities or aspects, which is why it needs the empirical world as a reflection by which to "see" itself). It constructed a reality-projecting artifact (or demiurge; cf. Plato and the Gnostics), which then, on command, projected the first stage of the world we know. The artifact is unaware that it is an artifact; it is oblivious to the existence of the Urgrund (in terms that the artifact would understand, the Urgrund is not, rather than is), and imagines itself to be God, the only real God. Studying our evolving reality, the Urgrund more and more adequately comprehends itself. It must allow the reality-projecting artifact to continue to project an evolving reality no matter how defective and malshaped that reality is (during its stages) until finally that reality is a correct analog, truly, of the [[Urgrund->Satoshi]] itself, at which point the disparity between the Urgrund and the projected reality is abolished -- whereupon an astonishing event will occur: The artifact or demiurge will be destroyed and the Urgrund will assimilate the projected reality, transmuting it into something ontologically real -- and also making the living creatures in it immortal. This moment could come at any time, this entrance of the Urgrund into our otherwise spurious projected framework. Zebra, the projecting energetic artifact, is close at hand, but it has occluded us not only to its actions but [also] to its presence. It has enormous -- virtually decisive -- power over us. The prognosis for (fate of) our world is excellent: immortality and the final infusion of reality once it has reached the point of congruent analog to the Urgrund. But the fate of the artifact is destruction (unknown to it). But it is not alive, as we and the Urgrund are. We are moving toward isomorphism. The instant that precise isomorphism is reached, we at once bond to (are penetrated and assimilated by) the Urgrund, in a stunning flash of light: Bohme's "Blitz." March 1974 was not that moment, but rather Zebra the artifact adjusting its projected reality, it having gotten off course in its evolution toward isomorphism with the Urgrund (a purpose unknown to the artifact). <a href="https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/72/japanese-fairy-tales/4876/the-story-of-the-man-who-did-not-wish-to-die/">THE STORY OF THE MAN WHO DID NOT WISH TO DIE</a>