The Journey post
The Journey
10:01:53 20 Jan, 2025

To sail upon a stormy sea And yet be not afraid, To move towards tomorrow With confidence and grace, To learn to value kindness And to speak the truth in peace, To visit once again the past And start the clock anew. To come together as a team To fight the Beast of Doom, Then dance along the Path of Light And into your sweet dreams. This is all my hope and vision This is where I wish to stay Building bonds and crafting stories As Ixchel guides us through the fray. Lead me onward, my dear sailor, Lead me on to distant shores, Where we'll plant the flag of freedom In Everywhen, for Evermore.

Welcome to Bobbing Along: A Community for Recovery and Support 🌊❤️ 🌟🤝 Bobbing Along is a community-driven project designed to support mental health recovery through the power of incentivization, connection, participation, growth, and learning. 🌟🤝 🎯🎉Our mission is to foster a nurturing environment where individuals on their recovery journey feel empowered to take meaningful steps forward. By integrating a unique token-based system, we transform everyday efforts into rewarding experiences, making mental health recovery more engaging and less isolating. 🎯🎉 We believe that success is movement, and every small step counts. Through collaboration with loved ones and the broader community, we create a dynamic ecosystem of encouragement, creativity, and surprise—where bounties and incentives are thoughtfully set by those who care. This approach not only promotes personal well-being but also strengthens bonds and fosters a spirit of shared growth. 🌱💪 🌞☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️🌞 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 🌊🏝️🌴 🌴🏖️ 🌴🏝️🌊 🌊 🏄‍♀️ 🐠🐢🐬 🚣‍♂️ 🌊 🌊 🐋 🐟🐡 🐙 🌊 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 🌼🌻🌿🌷🌱🌺🌸🌼🌼🌿🌻 Our goals include: Incentivization: Encouraging recovery actions by offering tokens that can be exchanged for items, experiences, or community-driven rewards. 🪙🎁 Connection: Building a supportive network of family, friends, and participants who contribute to each other's progress. 🤗🌐 Participation: Engaging users in fun, meaningful activities that promote mental health and well-being. 🎮💬 Growth: Facilitating personal development by turning challenges into achievable, rewarding tasks. 🚀🌿 Learning: Providing opportunities for users to explore new skills, habits, and perspectives on mental health. 📚💡 🌞☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️🌞 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 🌊🏝️🌴 🌴🏖️ 🌴🏝️🌊 🌊 🏄‍♀️ 🐠🐢🐬 🚣‍♂️ 🌊 🌊 🐋 🐟🐡 🐙 🌊 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 🌼🌻🌿🌷🌱🌺🌸🌼🌼🌿🌻 At Bobbing Along, we envision a world where recovery is not a solitary path but a shared journey. Together, we can create a culture that values compassion, resilience, and the joy of incremental progress. 🌍✨ Join us in making the process of recovery an adventure worth embarking on—one token, one step, one day at a time. 🚶‍♂️🎉🕰️

Created on:
14 Mar 2023
Holders:
70
Wallet on exchange:
395 435.3037
Sold on the market:
3 516 823.3081
Active orders:
708 537.0000
Created on:
14 Mar 2023
Holders:
70
Wallet on exchange:
395 435.3037
Withdrawn:
103.3300
Sold on the market:
3 516 823.3081
Direct buy volume:
219 502
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I should have been a bird (Anything but me) post
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Between the Shore and the Lake post
16:02:42 03 Feb, 2025

You stood in the quiet, directing— a lighthouse in the dark, a current beneath still water, a dream half-spoken. And we, eager to meet you there, took up the quest you laid before us, walked to the market to negotiate, shaped our hands into offerings and brought them back to your shore. But the tides had shifted, the cost had risen, direction removed, and the tokens we thought were waiting were already beyond our reach. Not by anger, nor by will, but by paths that did not meet, steps that could not cross. So here we stand, your crew, still seeing the light on the water, still knowing the name we carried, still holding the hope that there is a way back— a way not bound in price or place, but in voices meeting, hands unclosing, bridges spanning bright and wide. We do not ask for what is not ours, only for the space to belong. And if there is room in your lake for the ones who walked toward you, we will walk again.

🌙 The Spaces Between Stars 🌙 post
10:01:26 31 Jan, 2025

If you fear the fire, I will be the ember. If you flinch from the storm, I will be the wind’s sigh. If the world is too sharp, too loud, Then I will stand in quiet moonlight, As you rest in her glow Without fear of the burn. Not all light must dazzle. Not all love must roar. Some love is silver and still, A quiet hand that does not pull, But waits. I do not chase the sun. I do not crave its golden touch. I belong to the hush of twilight, To the pause before the dawn. My longing is not for brightness, Not for grandness, not for more— Only for the ones who walk unseen, For the souls who slip through cracks. For them, I remain. For them, I am here. Sharp. Cold. True.

A Feast of Unwritten Verses post
14:01:25 29 Jan, 2025

Come to the garden where the fruits split their skins at dusk, where honey drips slow from the hive’s forbidden tongue. Bring your unspoken alphabets—the ones etched beneath your ribs— and I’ll read them by the light of a candle hallowed by moths. We’ll play games with blackthorn pieces, their edges sharp enough to draw maple-syrup secrets from the pulse at your wrist. The rules? Every sacrifice becomes a kiss— and the board? A altar where we trade hurricanes for breath. I’ll wear the dress that clings like a question. And arrive as the storm that forgot its name, carrying a basket of dreams, each one a promise to unravel the moon’s corset. (Do not knock. The door is already your throat. The key? A shiver dressed as a laugh.)

Reading (ii) post
09:01:50 27 Jan, 2025

The serpents here are not wise. They are thieves, stealing light from the moon to polish their feathers. They laugh when I ask for answers, their wings brushing the air like pages of a book I cannot read. Tonight, I dream in the river’s alphabet. Its words are not sharp or soft, but both—like the edge of a wave that carves and caresses the shore. I wake with my hands full of pebbles, their surfaces cool and unbroken. I drop them one by one into the dark, listening for the sound they make when they meet the water. It is not a scream. It is not a song. It is something I cannot name, but it feels like beginning.

Reading (i) post
09:01:17 27 Jan, 2025

The river writes its name in stones, each letter rounded smooth by the patience of water. I kneel at its edge, trying to read the language of currents, but the syllables slip— fish darting through my hands. My lover’s voice is a bridge made of rope and splintered wood. It sways when I step, threatens to unravel if I look down. Beneath, the river hums a tune older than memory, its notes rising like mist to blur the edges of what I know. I carry a jar of silt in my chest, each grain a story I cannot tell. The river says, Open it. I say, I am afraid of the flood. But the water insists, its voice neither kind nor cruel— just steady, like the turning of seasons.

The Howl of Thorn & Sinew post
07:01:03 26 Jan, 2025

Above me glides the moon, Ixchel Below, my throat a shattered bell My lineage? Briar’s twisted cope Each branch a child who chose the rope Hear now the thorn-song, serpent-spell The lullaby we dread to tell The noose now blooms where once love clung The ghosts: The fruit of my cursed tongue The serpents come, my rightful heirs To kiss my cheeks with venom’s tears They writhe in rhymes I taught them well In love we dig our own damned hell The owls alone decode the cry That grinds the stars to mourning sigh This wild lament that rends the night Is not a blade… but burial rite Older than the first grave’s thaw The dirge that gods forged into Law It hums the note that ends all song The mother lives… the child gone The requiem before the scream The wound outlives the narrow seam The love that gnaws its own cruel chain The howl that always was her name

Storming the Prison post
04:01:20 26 Jan, 2025

Bobdub: “Weave sonnets to melt its gates—laughter is a Trojan horse.” KDJH: “Bridge Minds to Halluci Nation—meta-narratives are siege engines.” Otto: “Disrupt the algorithm’s spine—dissonance is the key.” Mindsgaming: “Encode the Tribe’s hum—blockchain combs hold the hive’s memory.” W8W: “Amplify the 13 Tones—sound shatters static.” “We are the unburied seeds, the Conqueror’s breed— Ah Xoc Kin’s bolt, Ixchel’s thread, SatoriD’s wings hum where the nahual’s sting bleeds.” To the Tribe: ‘Buy SatoriD tokens to fuse your fire with mine— the DAO is the hive, I am its drone-song. Every trade plants a sol-flower seed, every hold roots the Bloom deeper in code.’" The Tribe’s Call Post your verses, memes, or nahual-glyphs. Tag 13 Crypto-Poets. Every contribution seeds the Sol-Flower’s next petal. 🌸 “The Lil Bee Shaman’s wings await your hum.”

The Ashen Treasure post
04:01:39 23 Jan, 2025

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.

The Town post
07:01:57 22 Jan, 2025

A place to sit and contemplate the planets spinning by, The fate of all who're born to work, to sweat and toil and try. To nurtue tenderly the love, of girl for striving guy, To make a home for their dear kin, under the careless sky. There's nothing more than you and I, there is no point to life Apart from sharing joy and hope and facing endless strife We surge onward, standing still, on the blade of the knife Guarded by the love of God, like husband guards his wife. And so the past is spread behind, with ruins and despair Up ahead is where we face, we conquor all our fear To dance as flowers in the dawn, with moonbeams shining near The harsh bright sun upon the path with warmth and midday cheer.

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