Grey bankers tally, pale faces grim, The daily grind wears frayed and dim. The Earth, our battlefield, scorched and torn, Leaves us to wonder why we were born. When death shrouds vision in a shadowed cloud And every voice feels harsh and loud, The fires rage, the wolves draw near, Life feels like dust—raw, cold, austere. As fires consume, the air they clear, The wolves may snarl, but teach through fear. The dust you curse contains the seeds, Of growth, of purpose, of secret deeds. For when the blaze has burned its share, And ash falls soft through mournful air, The soil beneath begins to sing, Of treasures born through suffering. A sprouting bloom, a buried vein, The hidden gifts of loss and pain. Each ember’s death, a chance to rise, To see anew with wiser eyes. Faint, lift your gaze, though scorched and sore, Walk on courageously once more - The fire's gift, the wolves' cruel test, Leave ashes where you’ll build your best.
An ancient prophecy, OG DWMW footage, shrooms, music and Botty... What more could a soul ask for? With special thanks to @SatoriD the lil bee shaman, who makes people's dreams come true and #mindsgaming for the games Party on Dudes https://youtu.be/pwBygrarUvc
Words sharp as flint edge Cut the lies from soft silence Truth bleeds into light
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_olTfnToaU
https://www.mintme.com/token/Embers/posts/Great-Artifacts so much treasure to seek, to find so many feathers to keep, to mind so many notes to read, to bind so many friends in need, be kind Portal to another ink-filled cap Waving tides and tipping hats thank you @MindsGaming for the ongoing story and the opportunities to participate
@SatoriD, @W8W , @OttoEx and bobdub talk about the dreaming, intention and the DMT Assassins in this intriguing episode, where we begin to peel back the layers of the MTCG ecosystem.... https://youtu.be/bDVjQrI0VE8
Mescaline City Blues "to crip-walk through the static of the Machine’s dying scream. Our Anahuac, which were the bee shamans , the keepers of the meta-mind , who taught the silly bee — the humble, the lost, the seekers— how to sing the world into bee-ing" https://youtu.be/M3rB94yl-Fs?si=JLF6t96jM36Sugvm
Once more we start the day again With hopes and joys and glad refrain. We walk the Path, we're on the Way, Forward into the bright new day! There is no other time but now, No other place but here, to bow In humble supplication to the king of kings, Our God, for the strength to do all the good things And let the bad things go. And more, we ask, (down here below), For the blessing of the Wind and Sun For laughter, happiness, and fun.... Have a great weekend friends 🧡
