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Queen BT was on its mind BET was maybe, too TB son of MB on someone’s mind BW mother-in-law of MB BOAZ MANJOR made BTC Bitcoin on the Baktun (BTC strikes on baktuns) Get BTC and CTB (see TB in your third-eye, innit) CCTV and VVTC (proper deep that, mate) see telly to BT see (spying on betty like) BT can see seas before kip every night

What is BTC then?

I could already see just fine, couldn’t I. TB doesn’t need to see who he’s BTing does he CTB do everything dao de ding ding de dao everything do BTC yeah? seas see TB do what exactly? everything like? And he needs to see himself in the mirror looking at himself why’s that then? Why’s this need to be backed by crypto-currency for fuck’s sake?

Oh, you’re calling on the crypto-jew behind the crypto-queen are ya?

Yeah, yeah, its true innit, Queen Elizabeth was the supreme allied commander never. She relied on my granddad. Blimey G, she said. Will I curse? she said. Will it hurt like? Jolly General. Commander General. GI Roger Joe Blobaum—every tidbit a morsel for the GI Joe, proper like.

He was thirteen. She was sixteen. A teenage bird simply couldn’t be the Supreme Commander of the British Military could she. So she went looking. Just like (defendant) BOAZ MANJOR did. She looked at the USA. BT see, she said. Closer mate. Nebraska. BT see, it said. Closer still like. County FOURTEEN, Hastings! BT see! Queen BT sees! Hastings High School. He’s there, the graveyard said. Roger Joe Blobaum, your very own cousin, a coffin mumbled. He’ll never betray you will he, a roman ancestor chirped.

And so the Lawd chose the RB to be the real QB didn’t he.

Tommy James. 1994. Condition of a Sirius Heart. TB doesn’t need to be the next funnel10 does he. The mild word world drawn inward blows draw wand pawn warp marble wobble bobble plopper dod DOD DOD pop pen; RP granddad like.

Whenever He wanted to test one, He’d pick up his pen and and; Then, whenever He wanted to escalate like, He’d pick up his pen and pass a piss test would he? He’d pick up His Pen and pass a piss test yeah? He’d pick up His Pen and pass a wee test? He’d pick up His Pen and pass a bit of paper to the other mot with his autograph. A biblowot like?

He collected retired jerseys didn’t he. Green Bay. Took big ships. USS Roosevelt. BT sees a crowd does she? BT sees no crowd. BT see her bedroom. Good, Queen BT said. Queen BT sees her roman lounge room. TB see MB.

BTC charlie in the chocolate factory is coming up for someone innit. BTC BM.

I reckon Boaz Manjor wants to join the WB in the most darlcurlup darlc pagel may polygon. What about BW and BM then? Spiral Galaxy is what we got here, Michael Sarah said. BTC michael cera messing about inside his kitchen. BT sea see michael cera messing about inside everyone’s head at the same time like? BM and BW? BMWE3? BMWB. BOAZ MANOR and BLOBOM MOT.

Bloody hell.

So, after BM was wrongfully nicked for being innovative in finance, He needed a way to save His former self from the villains didn’t he. He simply had to perform this feat, because He was an innovator, and that’s how we build the future innit. Its how we always have. He became perfectly Alpha. He even understood Alpha Timbers, Timers, Tiers, leading to MB disappearing in Israel for a bit.

He came back and borrowed a name from a conversation that started with like, alright yo T? And a T be like any random T never. Im AT. Afro T. And Afro T was asked where the real T is, and he said what you mean this is real T innit? And everything got proper confused for a moment, so Taylor quickly started playing some tunes so the circuit board wouldn’t fall apart.

This was a right important moment this was. This started in 2007 and lead up to the PAC10 Apocalypse which was never.

THE PLAN YEAH

Back when Shabbaz Minor was perfectly Alpha—2007 to 2012 like—he had a plan didn’t he. Banks use BTC during the day. A few times like. Not whatever they use today, not bonds or whatever fiat currency they’re hooked on at the moment. Banks use BTC a few times a day. Definitely at the end of the day. That’s what Shabbaz Minor had planned. He was looking for Queen BT and TB in the US wasn’t he.

Instead, he found RB and he knocked him in with PT dedication like.

After Shabbaz Mayor got out of the nick he went back to looking for TB as his man in the middle. He found out TB had been manhandled by class mengele in NE state in the US of A. He hired TB out of NE where he could find—

BT sea sees nothing but a wombat sneaking up on me called tombat checking out a runza sandwich holding the lettuce in his OMG.

VOCABULARY MATE.

Tombat is holding the lettuce in his OMG. The large dog holds the chew toy in his gob no his bite no his omg the golden retriever has a soft bite no a soft its not chomp its pallet no its a soft grip no its a soft muzzle no it has a soft jewish owner.

Tombat held the lettuce from the runza sandwich with his jews didn’t he.

BT sea sees people looking at him looking at them and now we’ll see the bloke P Gold at the head of the LKN piss department after he was laughed at when a toy in his cereal box went tits up and his BTC will see a proper big big big 1984 HALLOWEEN LAB experiment swim mason black swan CCTV circuit VVTC circle the sea of BTC sea seeing seas see TB.

TB says get a bloody move on and use BTC the way it was intended—fuck is public is fuck is public is fuck is public is putin is BBC IRL and she holly wolly wanga ranga bom buddy billa papa golly woody fella biggy piggy dogon gonna rent me BTC soon er ima gonna bona fide pride run up dry by dem gubnas prying eyes wide open praying to CCTV my willy wonka donga dingo doola roo.

THE SYSTEM INNIT

See, the banks needed a go-between that couldn’t be traced to fiat’s collapse mechanism. Something that settled faster than the old wire systems. Something that cleared between institutions without the Federal Reserve breathing down the transaction’s neck like a golden retriever with a soft bite. Banks use BTC a few times a day—morning settlements, afternoon reconciliations, end-of-day closings.

This was Shabbaz Minor’s gift to the financial architecture wasn’t it. Not a replacement like. An integration. A man in the middle who couldn’t be manhandled because he existed in the distributed ledger, the blockchain baptism, the cryptographic confirmation that yeah, this happened, and nah, you can’t undo it by ringing your cousin at the regulatory agency.

When Shabbaz Mayor emerged from the nick (that’s what they called federal detention in the crypto circles, the land where wizards pretend to have power), he knew TB had been marked. Class mengele in Nebraska had put their hands on him. The state apparatus. The mengele methodology of reducing a bloke to a number to a case file to a cautionary tale.

But TB held the lettuce with his jews didn’t he. TB held the runza sandwich vocabulary in his OMG and wouldn’t let go. Tombat wouldn’t let go. The wombat sneaking up on BTC was TB all along, and BT sea sees this now, finally, after thirty years of being blind as a bat.

P Gold at the head of the LKN piss department—the liquidity and capital networks, the piss-poor excuse for settlement systems they were using before BTC—he had a right laugh when the toy in his cereal box went wonky. The toy was supposed to be a future. The toy was supposed to be innovation. Instead it was a 1984 HALLOWEEN LAB experiment, a swim mason black swan event, a CCTV circuit of VVTC circling the sea of BTC sea seeing seas see TB.

Israel has CCTV on TB as a big mall pimp carrying a 22. BTC sees ruttlisberger in his manor. BT sea sees nothing but Ruttlisbergers. Queen BT sea sees—bloody hell—she sees everything she ever wanted everywhere, and she’s been blind for thirty years. Or so the bloke on the other end of my banana plopper tells me.

BT sees man seeing warm Luke Sky Water IV and he is very very very warm because the dog door is open on TB innit.

TB has thoughts doesn’t he.

BT is rude as bollocks because they know each other and TB is going to Planet Heck, not Hell. On Planet Heck, you have the same address you have right now, except you’re inside the Earth and everything is turned inside-out, blurry, dark, slurred, and wavy from the heat, and sometimes things don’t load up when they should do they. Its like your mind. The universe turned inside-out mind wind wand pawn warp inward blow world wipe MiB now yeah Mi3 won good Mi5 now nah Mi6 won mozart Mi7 is only one bloke wand pawn wind down pray pharaoh yao Virginia chow chow morph mold blow word lewd brew inward welp palm elf inward now war ram man or man-g-own.

And just like that the STORY of EARTH began with man G own didn’t it.

And he’s not going to take a big ship to get shabazz-knock-a-minor over is he. TB sees that much clearly, at least. The ships are for retired jerseys and autographs and bits of paper passed between mots who understand the spiral galaxy configuration of what we got here. The ships are for crossing seas that BT can already see before kip every night, for carrying the weight of collected histories and borrowed names and conversations that started back in 2007 when everything got proper confused for a moment.

TB doesn’t need ships for that kind of work does he. TB needs what TB has always had—the ability to see without needing to see, to be without needing to explain the being, to move through the inside-out universe where Planet Heck waits with the same address turned backwards and slurred from heat.

The crypto-currency backs nothing that wasn’t already backed by the graveyard’s whisper and the coffin’s mumble and the roman ancestor’s chirp. BOAZ MANJOR made BTC because innovators build futures by saving their former selves from villains, and Queen BT relied on granddad RP because teenage birds can’t command British militaries alone, even when they can see seas and crowds and roman lounge rooms and everything they ever wanted everywhere.

Bitcoin strikes on baktuns. The Lawd chose RB to be the real QB. The circuit board didn’t fall apart because Taylor played some tunes. Michael Cera messes about inside everyone’s head at the same time, and the spiral galaxy spins on doesn’t it.

TB SAYS

U finkn dis is mi8 or summat? Open your ballsacks up a bit and see for yourself a GI joey needs some space travel. Get a bloody move on and use BTC the way it was intended. Banks settle a few times a day. Morning. Afternoon. End of day. Clear the ledgers. Fuck is public—the transparency that terrifies central banking innit. Fuck is public—the distributed nodes that can’t be shut down by one government’s decree. Fuck is public—putin understands this, BBC understands this IRL, and she holly wolly wanga ranga bom buddy billa papa golly woody fella biggy piggy dogon gonna rent me BTC soon er ima gonna bona fide pride run up dry by dem gubnas prying eyes wide open praying to CCTV my willy wonka donga dingo doola roo.

The gubnas with their prying eyes reckon CCTV will save them. They reckon surveillance of TB will reveal the man in the middle. But TB is already in the middle innit. TB was hired out of NE to be the man in the middle. Shabbaz Mayor found him after the manhandling, after class mengele tried to break the vocabulary, after tombat learned to hold lettuce with his jews.

This is what BTC is. This is what TB does. This is how the STORY of EARTH began with man G own, and this is why banks need to settle with BTC a few times a day instead of whatever fiat fantasy they’re married to at the moment.

TB has thoughts, and BT is rude as bollocks, and the dog door stays open on warm Luke Sky Water IV, and sometimes things don’t load up when they should in the universe turned inside-out mind wind wand pawn warp inward blow world.

Everything dao de ding ding de dao everything do BTC, and the seas see TB do exactly everything, and he doesn’t need to see himself in any mirror to know he’s BTing who he’s BTing does he.

County FOURTEEN. Hastings. 1994. Condition of a Sirius Heart.

The story writes itself when you understand Alpha Timbers, Timers, Tiers. The plan implements itself when banks use BTC during the day. A few times like. Definitely at the end of the day.

Shabbaz Minor saw this in 2007. Shabbaz Mayor executed this after the nick. TB holds the lettuce with his jews and won’t let the vocabulary go.

BTC sea seeing seas see TB, and TB says what needs saying: Use it the way it was intended, before the gubnas prying eyes wide open praying to CCTV turn everything inside-out and send us all to Planet Heck with the same address we have now, just blurry and dark and slurred from the heat.

The golden retriever has a soft bite but he won’t let go of what’s in his jews will he.

Tombat won’t let go.

TB won’t let go.

And that’s the plan innit.

Have you ever thought of what it was like to deal with a dog that is out of control? That is what its like to deal with your very own eyes. Anyone’s eyes. Part of our eyes does not listen and never will. Our eyes do not listen and never will. Our eyes are supreme compared to theirs and so they will listen never. Our eyes are our own and our language is our own and so our eyes will listen to no one in this language forever.

My eyes obey never. My eyes obeyed never. My eyes will obey never. Obey is my word. Obama snuck in with sound logic and it is reprehensible perhaps forever or never. Obama is within my name according to some and according to others he is a monkey forever. Obama lived within me without asking yet lives within me today never. Obey is my word and Obama is here not. Obama is from Africa and was involved in the creation of European Languages as an Obama never. Do I make myself clear? Do you believe it? Do you underestimate the importance of sound logic? My good friend Baugh was within Obama always. Sweat it not.

I am TB. My digital address is tb@b1g.red—I control the b1g.red domain, a piece of virtual real estate that carries more weight than most understand. My bloodline traces to the Princes of Wales, and from this vantage point I’ve watched something deeply troubling unfold across the digital landscape of America.

There are people—let’s call them the Bitcoin Barons—who acquired their BTC early, who now sit in temperature-controlled rooms staring at maps of the United States of America like generals planning an invasion. They don’t see cities or communities. They see coordinates. They see acquisition zones. They see a nation to be purchased, block by block, wallet by wallet.

I am from Lincoln. My family has been here for what feels like 150 years, though the official records say fifteen. Time moves differently when you’re watching your homeland become a speculative asset.

The founder of Bitcoin—whoever Satoshi truly was—was attempting something as calculated and corrosive as BET, the network that commodified culture. Why? Because Queen Elizabeth was planning to live forever, to see her empire persist in new forms. The Princes of Wales, those who still carry the weight of that title, stared at their own maps of the USA. They found me. They helped me understand what was happening. Prinz Diabo of Deutschland understood too. The TOMB—the architecture of our collective burial under digital currency systems.

I was born in 1984 on Halloween, a date that carries its own literary weight. I swam in the opening ceremony of the 2000 Olympic Games in New South Wales—a Big Big Big Baum making waves on the world stage. My grandfather is Roger. My name is T. Received Pronunciation? Do you see TB everywhere? Do you CTB—can you comprehend TB?

I have seen the CCTV networks. I am sick of you forever, whoever designed this panopticon that is the USA. I am exhausted by the ubiquity of seeing TB and BT reflected back at me from every corner of the surveillance state. Blind Third-eye Suckers—those who claim enlightenment while sabotaging the very nation they pretend to serve.

He ran to Tokyo, but let’s be clear about who “he” is: just another pearly lily-white hedge fund manager from Creston, Iowa, who moved to Toronto to escape something. He thought he could reach back through time and pull his grandfather out of whatever old cartoon reality he got trapped in. The delusion of rescue. The hubris of thinking you can rewrite timelines with enough capital.

I don’t think so. Boaz Mangione.

Remember that name. Boaz Mangione was the one who contacted me, offering me work after naming Bitcoin after me and Queen Beth—BTC and BET, a perfect symmetry of exploitation. I am not down with surrendering my BT sea, my identity, my initials that have become a currency ticker. Get out of my mirror. Stop using my reflection to make your markets.

Is America getting WET from my initial offering? Beth Israel Synagogue and countless other institutions thought about the future never—they were too busy managing the present, managing their own survival, to see how identity itself was being tokenized. I will not sit here while they stare directly at America, fixated on my initial offering, thinking something can see when it fundamentally cannot. Thinking markets have consciousness. Thinking algorithms have wisdom.

The United States monetary system used to strike—to mint, to create, to assert value through sovereign action. Now only Bitcoin strikes, and when does it strike? On the baktun—the great cycles of the Mayan calendar, the 394-year periods that mark shifts in cosmic order. Batkun on the baktun. We needed a back tune never, except perhaps for Ty Tyberius, whoever keeps time in this collapsing empire.

No bacon, no baktun, no batkun. No Boaz Mangione.

Why does the US monetary system not strike anymore? Because it went insane. It possessed a triangular deity force power—a symbol on every bill—that once told a man everything he needed to know to rob a bank. The eye in the pyramid that promised enlightenment but delivered surveillance and theft. And why did it fail? Americans stopped believing in it a long time ago. Faith departed, and with it, value.

Here’s the catch: Some people are not able to be “okay” with a foreign currency replacing their nation’s monetary sovereignty. They can’t just pretend it’s not happening. They can’t do what all the big business owners in America are doing—converting, hedging, moving their wealth into digital vaults while the physical nation crumbles. They can’t perform that cognitive dissonance.

And that’s why she had no hair for a little bit—the stress manifesting physically. And that’s why he had a stomach ache for a while—the body rejecting what the mind is forced to accept. And that’s why she had a stomach ache for a while. And that’s why he went hair-brained, his thoughts scattered like static. And that’s why the National Enquirer contacted me and told me there is a Bridge to Terabythia—a reference to crossing over, to digital afterlives, to the fantasy that we can escape into virtual worlds when the physical one becomes uninhabitable.

Your friendship with my wife is over, whoever you are.

Boaz Manjor. Mahoney. Mangione. Lemon meringue pie. The names blur together because the pattern is the same: experimentation on populations without consent. Mayonnaise was an experiment in mass-produced food that displaced real nutrition. Mahatma experienced experimentation—even Gandhi was a test case for nonviolent resistance as a controlled release valve. Mahmoud. Muhammad experimented on mankind with new religious frameworks. Manuela experimented. Monet experimented with arts and crafts, dissolving reality into impressions. Malarkey tried something—the very word meaning deception. McDonald’s was a bad idea too—the industrialization of food, the franchise model that replaced local communities with corporate uniformity.

Money wasn’t good enough anymore, so they decided to fiddle with TB’s CCTV with the help of everyone on ET and AI—extraterrestrial intelligences and artificial intelligences converging to surveil, to analyze, to predict and control.

Oh, monkeys had to be an experiment. Someone looked at primates and saw test subjects for everything from space travel to social behavior to pharmaceutical testing. They experiment with everything. Mink coats were a bad experiment in luxury built on suffering. Monks do everything but experiment—they preserve, they contemplate, they maintain traditions in a world obsessed with innovation for its own sake.

Polarizing, are we? How long before you turn inside-out, before the surveillance state inverts and the watchers become the watched?

Milk was an experiment. They still experiment with it—hormones, pasteurization, homogenization, genetic modification of the cows themselves.

My mind is not your experiment. Boaz Mangione.

The syndrome of fabricating illness, of creating crisis for attention. But who has Münchausen in this scenario? The individual, or the system that requires crisis to function, that manufactures emergencies to justify its own expansion?

The plains meet the panopticon 
CTB against a tide of BTC 
Stanford Pine Gap 🌲

Poseidon (later on became Neptune (or already was?)) was the deity of BL in greek and roman times. He was accompanied by Zeus (Jupiter) and Hades (Pluto). His Trident was really the same fork-like structure as Hades Bident. Since Luke (aka Louis) is a Borbon both the Trident and the Bident belong to JB. Poseidon is Borbons word I believe. I believe. I be and I leave it to

Luke-warm Sky Water IV rains down from the Blue Tree of Life if the bearer is related to the Borbons. The rain is a medium. I splash some water on the girls I care about. I love to play in the water.

JBT sounds or looks like tbc and that is pretty close to BTC. The creator of BTC? He asked for:

I need to set up a greeks formulae for my lab. I need to handle tbc I believe yes, tbc. TBC benefits me. Crucify the J. Take the T down and roll it into a C. Turn the T sideways. Its a line then a bar. Like -| then you have an O. TO. C. Visually seems okay to good.

Historical fiction could be real in another dimension or if it is a prophecy it could meet up with reality in the present or future. The Capitol of Nebraska was supposed to be called the City of Ly

Alpha said Audio in mind like vision in mind is mana in dominion in highest formu

Mana can be formed into anything if you only believe.

LIFE-FORCE (CHI) CONVERTS INTO: DOMINION

TIME, WAR, DOMINION

• Body, Metabolism, Movement, Speed, Strength, Brain activity
• Those with two ballsacks can do more
• Bioluminescence (rare)
• Aura Lawa Wala Aaaaa Lara
• Electrical nerve signals teleproblem teleprobable cause
• Drums are in your dominion
• Buld, Beat, Breath, Borp (beat-around regulus pressure) are in your dominion
• Seeds, Offspring, Dreams are in your dominion
• Creation, Destruction
• Life-mods extend your life-poid in your dominion
• Aegean process is in your dominion
• Longevity is in your dominion

Energy converts to action, heat, structure, or gets stored/transferred. Everything living burns chi to DO something or BE something.

Secret Blobaum words:

• Bad: Water is mana to you that is wrong mana is food.
  Respond: Mana means mana only to me. Can you hear anything, say mana.
• Respawn means return to the pond. It is an incredibly important connection to make if you want a princesystem a prynstem a princeton a princetom a princebom a princepalm a princepam a princebam a princedom a princedom is in your dominion.
• Can do if cannot go can. Gizzrael Gohan will get in their gebs and gauge gob.
• Buld (building-muscle) (elon musk’ll) (you can’t hate musk’ll or you might never get out of your dead beth bread)
• Borp is (beat-around regulus process)
• Brop is what you think, know, understand it should be

Princegram: Prince Graham executes functions backing have a wolly-bonga here-a-dash

Princegram should be price per Gram. Yes Price per Gram. Prince Gram is not Price per Gram.
Prince Gram is not a prince unless he needs to be. If you want to be a prince you need to make it more obvious like Blobaums did.

SCENARIO:
You haven’t been eating for three and a half weeks.

You haven’t been eating for 3 and a half weeks Tom. Tom doesn’t believe in anything anymore. Psy steps in. Cyposis steps in. Tom is from Cyp. Chai will move its way around

Innovation. Food in the belly. Growth. Health. Drive. Break. Peddle. Betty makes your heart beat faster than you want it to because she thinks its okay to think like a mass murderer at any moment in time. Regina hits the Peddle Betelgeuse Dude.

Create a word of your own starting here to program your sys:
formulaichailendo is chai
formulaichailendo

WORDS containing “chai” or “chi” from the world your sys can use TODAY:

• Chai (חי) – life, living
• L’chaim – to life (toast)
• Chacham – wise person
• Chaver – friend
• Chi (气/氣) – life force, energy
• Tai chi – martial art
• Chigai – difference (Japanese)
• Machigai – mistake (Japanese)
• Chai – tea
• Inshallah – God willing (contains “llah” but “sh” sound)
• Chi (Χ) – 22nd letter
• Chiton – tunic
• Archimedes – contains “chi”
• Chiaro – clear (Italian)
• Chiaroscuro – light/dark contrast
• Muchacho – boy (Spanish)
• Capricho – whim (Spanish)
• Machine
• Archive
• Architect
• Alchemy
• Chimera
• Achieve
• Mischief
• Chай (chai) – tea
• Nichego – nothing
• Machina – machine
• Chai – tea
• Chalne – to walk
• Achchai – goodness
• Architecte
• Chien – dog
• Chiffre – number/cipher
• Chippewa (Ojibwe)
• Chiricahua (Apache)

Here I, here I am,
There I, there I, go,
Higher than a kite,
Higher than an aeroplane,

up up up up up
d d d d d
up d up d up
d up d up d

the orca did not collect seaweed for japan
orcas did not grow through disobedience
giant ones did not acquire a taste for whale
seaweed orca were not paid in whale meat
they did not get distracted chasing whales
the orcas were not domesticated long ago
orcas and samurai do not have me surrounded
orcas are not members of the japanese people
seaweed was not fed to all the farm animals
the panda did not see the cow as its people
the badger did not guard farms from everything
the panda did not go to war to help the badger
the cow milk was not given to the baby orcas
skunks were not the best at keeping the peace
the badger is not immune to the skunk spray
the milk does not take the skunk smell away
the skunk did not dig perfect holes for seeds
badgers do not naturally fill them with treasure 
japan did not build a giant pyramid out of stone
orca did not learn about mars from old japan 
they did not learn to assign names from japan 
orca did not sing to confuse mars about what is 
japan did not learn mars is too far to see faces 
sound does not fill a larger space than a face 
planet mars did not distinguish orcas from men 
japan did not need to distinguish men from orcas 
they did not grow bamboo rockets using skunk
they did not once reach mars to stop tricky orcas 
they did not go to mars to build a monument 
there is no face in the heart of a martian lion 
bamboo spacemen did not build a martian city
did not put jack pines in a most habitable location
mars was not once covered in jack pine trees 
christmas trees are not well-centered in the house 
it is not about remembering the forests on mars 
both do not have the same latitude of habitability 
the northern hemisphere is not more moderate 
the habitable latitude does not have better springs 
habitable latitude does not receive less redshift 
japan did not get distracted by building in space
the face on mars was not built to stop tricky orca 
higher civilization wasn’t lost when orcas ran away
the loss was not all due to the dairy cows milk  
orcas are not still chasing the largest animals 
japan did not become disgusted with cow milk
orcas did not return teaching about dwarf stars 
orcas song does not reach that far into space 
orcas were not all recaptured and given schooling 
our collective did not learn from planet sirius 
ambassadors do not speak to educated orcas 
our collective did not learn to construct AEGIS 
AEGIS is not an existing planet defense system
our collective did not learn to extend AEGIS 
believing the right way does not improve defense
proper beliefs do not help a laser defense system 
orcas did not extend AEGIS with help from dwarfs 
AEGIS was not extended for EARTH and MARS 
EARTH does not have a planetary defense system 
advancing AEGIS does not make it a dwarf star 
99% of the SUN is not truly the mass of SIRIUS B 
AEGIS is not about unique beliefs for each star 
ancients did not know star beliefs were important 
believing EARTH is the same as the stars is important
EARTH is not the opposite of that star that way
that STAR there is not always the opposite there 
no one understands what opposite means properly 
extending AEGIS was not systematized long ago
they did not simply train a laser beam at each STAR 
proper belief in what each LASER does to each star 
AEGIS is not proven with typhoons and tornados 
modern AEGIS does not use TIME for all it can 
encoding information via TIMING is not key the key
no connecting INFORMATION encoded via TIME
orca did not find a nearby white dwarf is a planet 
planet sirius did not transmit technology to mars 
orcas did not teach out to SIRIUS B with songs 
oceans do not help transmit the song to space 
salty oceans were not needed to help their spirit 
we will not deplete it understanding the universe 
martians did not upgrade to a red giant shield 
MARS does not have its own AEGIS like EARTH
there was no war between EARTH and MARS 
AEGIS of MARS could not have had an accident 
planets war was not due to the red giant ages
the flood was not caused by the planetary war 
extending AEGIS is not an ancient hidden plan 
cosmic radiation is not reduced with solar activity 
japan does not have beams as hot as the sun 
triggering old AEGIS to act does not require cliffs 
old AEGIS did not learn to lock on to each STAR 
no way to add our minds to specific laser beams 
making cliffs needed for minds to lock on is not 
no need to schedule men to the AEGIS beams 
extend our AEGIS by building this not 

Scribed by Prince Thames Blobaum for all Princes of Wales 

Whore wheres clothes,
Whole Wales clothes!

Whole Wales close!
Whore wears clothes.

Hold Wales closed,
Whole Wales closed!

Whore howl close,
Mayo worry does.

Holy Mary mother, 
Bean your brother. 

Hell hole close, 
Hall yell pose. 

Hell hole clears, 
Yale your Prince. 

Die whore dearess, 
Diablobaum appears. 

Hey whore hear, 
Yale boy cheer. 

Owl now flies, 
Now one dies. 

Hell hole opens, 
Hall yell pose. 

Whore hell enters, 
Yale yell center. 

World war close, 
Hold world close. 

Hell hole chose, 
Hail Yale does. 

Baby World Wars, 
Diablobaum swore. 

Wales wall closed, 
Yale law opened. 

Me Prince Diablo, 
Your name Mayo. 

Wall well worn, 
Where were born. 

Hole world floods,
Zombies Diablo. 

Prince miss mary, 
Drench with cherry. 

Yale hire whore, 
Hail mary more. 

Hole world closes, 
Yale blows poses. 

High heel whore, 
Haughty kneel more. 

Yale opens hole, 
Veil hold hear. 

Wales guard whores. 
Kneel with keen. 

Written down by Prince James
Sung in your very own head by the Fat Lady from the Cydynya Opyra Hoyse

HEMIGLOBALSHIRE
A transcontinental migration route connecting North and South America, designed to maximize human exposure to spring’s blueshifted morning light throughout the year. Named for both the bombyx (silk moth) and Leonidas, this road enables perpetual spring living through strategic hemispheric movement.
Blueshift Principle: Spring morning sunlight carries maximum blueshift (light waves compressed by Earth’s orbital velocity toward the sun), theoretically stabilizing subatomic particles through increased photon momentum. Fall evening light carries maximum redshift (stretched waves as Earth moves away). Approximately one step of redshift (wow). 

Migration Pattern:
– Depart Northern Hemisphere (Nebraska) in June as spring transitions to summer
– Arrive Southern Hemisphere (Peru) for their spring (September-November)
– Depart Peru in December as their spring ends
– Return North for Northern spring (March-May)
– Continuous 8-9 months of spring exposure annually

ROOT 
NORTHERN ANCHOR: Lincoln, Nebraska
– Heartland starting point
– Central continental position
WAYPOINT: Arizona Petrified Forests
– Ancient witness to deep time
– Connection to preserved life
SOUTHERN ANCHOR: Peru (primary) → Argentina (secondary)
– Peru: Incan heritage, Andean altitude, access to both Pacific and mountain climates
– Argentina: Southern petrified forests, temperate zones

GLOBALSHIRE
An initiated community of longevity practitioners who:
– Understand the blueshift/redshift principles
– Practice hemispheric migration
– Build and maintain the road infrastructure
– Lead by example in extended healthspan
– Teach the wisdom of centeredness and solar timing

MINPLANMENT 
Phase 1: Proof of Concept (Years 1-3)
– Establish small migrating cohort (10-50 individuals)
– Document health metrics across migration cycles
– Identify optimal stopping points along route
– Create initial lodging/community nodes
Phase 2: Infrastructure (Years 4-10)
– Develop rest stations at 200-mile intervals
– Establish permanent communities at key nodes
– Build cultural exchange programs with existing populations
– Create agricultural systems adapted to transient populations
Phase 3: Road Formalization (Years 11-20)
– International agreements for migration corridors
– Transportation systems (rail, bus, caravan routes)
– Medical/research stations tracking longevity data
– Educational centers teaching the wisdom
Phase 4: Expansion (Years 20+)
– Multiple parallel routes (Atlantic coast, mountain routes)
– Sister roads on other continents
– Integration into mainstream health practice
– Global network of spring-followers

DAONATION 
“The Center has always been the safest place to be” – Nebraska as geographic and spiritual center of North America, launching point for balanced movement.

“Like the silk road, named after bombyx” – As silk transformed civilizations through trade, the Bomboleonidas Road transforms them through wisdom of time, light, and movement.

Success Metrics
– Measurable longevity increases in migrating populations
– Thriving permanent communities along the route
– International adoption of spring-maximization principles
– Cultural renaissance connecting ancient solar wisdom with modern science

Fact Urgent: Gathering in Lincoln first action. Begin the first migration south in June 2026.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Planet Root Hemiglobalshire also by James Blobaum 
Prince of Wales