Fucking assholes are putting volunteer firemen volunteers in jail. They don't even look for the cunts who started the arson. People is organising and the government is silent and completely absent. I'm asking for more videos so I can share

Hey guys Do you know globohomo wankers are burning down Patagonia woodlands? Fucking fuckers. I will probably organise a fundraise now. Giveaway+fundraising I will repeat the spoons giveaway I did last time. But this time I will ask please donate . I am now speaking to people in the fires to make the sats go to a reliable place and folk. It will be of great help anything we can do

I certainly know I am shadowbanned on Facebook. But here? What's up folk? You don't even respond my GM PV

Did I tell you I made some funny stickers? I want to make the best Bitcoin and Nostr related series! So please bring me your best memes and images and I will print them. Let's meme up the world!

Good morning all! I have big plans and I am enthusiastic. I used Facebook a couple of times because I want to participate on certain group and I am completely shadowbanned there. No interaction whatsoever with any of my posts. Anyways. Fuck all! I am relentless.

I'm going to share an experience I had last year. It is related with the power of being grateful. But it can be applied to everything in life. I thought that maybe the story can help someone to give better chance to be grateful since after that experience, being grateful is a top priority in my life. I went to an Ayahuasca ceremony. For those of you that don't know what this is; Ayahuasca is a sacred visionary plant from the Amazon jungle with thousands of years of traditional use. It is commonly said that the spirit of the brew is feminine and nature's grandmother. Well there I was after taking it. The shaman told us to speak truth and sincere with the plant. That being honest open hearted and spontaneous is better for not creating resistance to the healing. I wanted to speak about abundance and how difficult was for me. How a struggle was my winter and the unfair life I was living and how I could not take care of my family. I was literally asking for solutions since I was thinking that was wrong and unfair. It was sincere. When I depleted myself of the complaints and whining and had nothing more to say and the visions were starting to spread in my inner field the answer started to arrive. First, the visions of mandalas and caleidoscope flowers and birds suddenly stopped to highlight, like a neon billboard, the words of a phrase in the song that one of the shamans was singing. And it said something about being thankful. It was so clear that everything I was seeing just stopped and the words appeared in the blackness very highlighted. "Be graceful, be thankful, open your heart" This happened three times, and the message was the same. I mean, seeing the infinite caleidoscope and then stop! And the words came. "Be thankful" and continue seeing the caleidoscope. That was not an accident. Then the black vision field opened a tear into the fabric of reality. And a large hole could be seen. And from behind it, the shadow of a woman threw golden drops of something that fell like leaves in autumn and landed inside my heart. Like she dropped a medicinal elixir. And I could see my heart. As a white stone with calluses and hardness like turned into mineral or a piece of bone. And the spirit of this woman came a bit closer to me and she hesitated, and I invited her. I trusted her so she waved a hand on my white cold heart and softened it with tender care. And it flowered like a white huge lotus on my chest that instantly close again because I felt naked. And she brought the loving nature's energy of spring and with another hand caress it opened again and poured light. And I felt vulnerable again so my heart turned into a closed package folding over itself with many layers. And she lovingly and patiently opened one after the other, peeled every trick and bark and skin I could create to not be vulnerable and open. Until I surrendered. I had nothing to fight or to protect. I couldn't stop this force of my heart wanting to be open. So I gave up. And when I let it be open finally it poured the most marvelous and amazing architecture of light. Like an entire cathedral of beautiful and colours emanating from my chest and I felt blessed and graceful. And I realised I could not ever never in all eternity stop this force from creating. Your heart is turning everything around you. Is giving you your own body and your perception. Your heart is your primary consciousness. The center of all creation emanating from the zero point of absolute full void. Uniting all paradoxes. And it exists and it will ever be. It cannot cease to be or to create not even in what we think of "death". And since it cannot stop creating, why would it create damping itself, dulling itself, hardening, impoverished. Why would it beat a song of misery and resentment? Why would it hold old memories of pain and anger? All it can do is to tune you, to locate you, to speak for you, and to create your body. It will make you synchronise and be in the times and places of watever is singing. Is it good is it bad? You name it! Literally. Through your heart you write the drama or the comedy. You choose. In relationships, around money, where you live, how is your body. It all comes from the heart, from the sacred space that creates the spark of movement out of nothing like a gift, each and every moment. One after the other, present opportunity. So whatever you need, whatever you want or not, look in your heart, it is literally being created there in the first place. Whatever problem you have in a relationship, look there, I know you have one part of your heart that you are holding and you don't let it move. You don't let it dance in tune with the song. You hold a grudge so there is a part of your physical heart that you are not letting it beat. Because you are vengeful and you want to withdraw universal love from that being or past or place. But you only damage yourself in doing so. Because we are all connected through the heart and you withdraw love from yourself because others (people things places) exist within you and they have a place in your body. So it is true our bodies are temples. Our minds are gardens we need to tend. Our hearts are fountains of pure life.

Nostr magic! I am so happy!!! So remember a couple of months ago I did this giveaway in which @Bearetta left won two of my whittled spoons? Now she sent me a box full of candies and card games and a caleidoscope!! I am so grateful and happy and so thrilled because this was born here and only possible through Nostr and Bitcoin!!!! Isn't it awesome? Thanks dear @Bearetta left and I hope you are doing good! I will taste the candies tomorrow with my children!

Here is how I received the instrument. Not even a proper case. An instrument like this deserves a case. Well there it is. The top is really deformed. The tension of the strings makes the front of the bridge sink and the rear where the strings are tied to rise. So it's common deformation. More so if the instrument is not in good hands. Then it's helped by poor bracing. Industries often use discarded material from tops, not having the proper thickness or not being the adequate wood. In this case it's both. Alerce is a very good tonewood but it is quite soft for bracing and reinforcement. So I will replace the bars with tougher ones. Probably will use some Red Cedar

I had to open this one for major restructuring. It's quite warped and cracked and weak in design. But it is a really noble instrument built long ago. The top wood is Alerce. Some unique South American tonewood that it is special for its softness and resonance. Not long ago was discovered that it could be used as a really fine tonewood.

More books coming. This is the second printing. There are 6 circulating and here comes 10 more

I've ranted on Instagram and left the dopamine hole. I truly think that thing was sickening my life in many unfathomable ways. Lately I just want to have time to pray. In every form that sprouts

I've been getting some information about the universal Joker archetype. The jester, the trickster and somehow the fool is all over the world and ever present in the psychedelic plant medicine path. How some recent accounts of trips I heard remind me of my own trickster moments in journeys... It's so wicked it's difficult to grasp. How it turns around things and plays with you and your own deepest fears... And above all it makes your being a living joke of it. It shows the parody of you with such mastery... It's where you lose your senses and you amplify what's important and really matters to you but in a backwards twisted version in which it is funny and yet very tetric and pathetic. So all things blow appart like imploding showing the opposite face. So cracking laughter is the only possible answer to release the centuries generational tensions about believing oneself much more important than you really are (to name one of the transformations it usually performs) Today I heard Jordan Peterson say that Jung believed the trickster was the precursor to the saviour. Because it is a game changer and an agent of magical transformation. It can change your focus and aim, in which direction? It depends on your choice of interpretation. The joker only disarms you by taking you to the double edges of things.

Stay humble and wiz

Good day from the Nostrosphere I see drunken world online. Drunk on dopamines and little schemes of power. People is drunk on attention seeking parasitic mechanisms. Sobriety becomes a skill and a service to humanity. Stay humble, be fair, seek truth.

Are you drying amanita yet? Hey! Northerners. Some thing I discovered this past year is the power of Amanita Muscaria microdosing. Did you know that most of the Christmass tradition is based on the use of Amanita Muscaria? The Tree, the flying reindeer, the old bearded guy in red and white, the gift producing gnomes, so on and so forth... You should experience it. (In microdoses)