The true nature of my exploitation did not become apparent to me until 2020.
Covid mania spread across the world and engulfed everything and almost everyone around me. The virus aside, it was the particular chemical properties of Clown World which were really the source of ignition for this inferno.
My only insulation from the heat was my (re)discovery of Bitcoin at this time. It gave me hope in a time when such luxuries were rare and hard to come by.
Ever since then I have been monkishly studying the political philosophy of Bitcoin, situating its written code alongside the words of Plato, Marcus Antoninus, Solzhenitsyn, Orwell, Hayek, Rand, and others. I do not need to agree with all of their words, but I appreciate that they have provided a kind of diagram of society and man from which one can gauge and measure fundamental ideas such as freedom.
It seems to me that what was lost in that great inferno of Clown World was our claim to freedom.
Freedom was sold off in a mortgagee sale for cents on the dollar right at the time when we needed it the most. In my country and many parts of the world people were locked in their homes and barred from society for months and years due to their personal medical decisions. Cashiers at cafes and bars were required to check the paperwork of their customers to ensure they were correctly injected and compliant, a national digital ID system was rolled out in record time to track ‘n trace every single citizen. A war, which no one can claim to comprehend, has been unfolding in Europe for months like an ongoing saga in a television show, and global economies have been hollowed ready for felling through manipulation by central banks and government in one massive coordinated effort.
All of this is impossible to understand logically, it is simply untruth manifest.
It is the opposite of Plato’s cave parable, for to stare into the blinding light of untruth is permanently blinding, and thus we can only label it as the schizophrenia of Clown World.
Since then my thirst for knowledge and understanding has grown into an obsession. The price action has become irrelevant for me, because the true value has emerged: Bitcoin represents an emancipation for humanity and the opportunity to claim back that freedom.
This is a grandiose claim, but I know there are many people here who know exactly what I mean. Others have articulated it far better than I can, but sound money, a Bitcoin standard, is the only thing that can save humanity from a dystopian future of servitude, austerity, and suffering.
To accept that indeed there is a revolution taking place, the question becomes “so what is my role in this?”
I have been seeking out an opportunity to get involved. But what does my involvement look like? I am not a technical person, nor a developer. I do not have access to capital or political favours nor am I of much means at all.
About the only thing I can do is talk and listen.
My first in-person meetup recently here in New Zealand was illuminating. Instead of swatting away the lowest-level FUD arguments as I had been used to for years, I was able to, for the first time, synchronise and ideate and develop new thinking with like-minded people. I was able to imagine what a better world looks like.
Those who understand the rare-earth element called freedom, and its isotope Bitcoin are deeply aligned. We exist in various strata of society and share common values.
It is exhausting and intensive as we still do not quite know the extent or the effect of our work. The domain of this project is unfolding daily as I learn more about CBDCs, the engineered recession, the IMF, the banking cartels, and so forth.
Perhaps my role in this is simply to talk and to listen? To write a few words and share a few stories?