I've been carving some things. The knives are really fashionable here because so many people use them for their Asado parties.

After a short vacation from the radio micro segments, today I return and I am ready to start the orange pilling. In this occasion I will start speaking about money. What is it? Why is it? From an "Archaic Revival" perspective, I will try to unfold and clean the various names and meanings of the words that we use to name money. If you have any ideas or suggestions, you are welcome to comment!

Sometimes people ask me for larger spoons. Some for paellas and those big pots.

A horse is one of the most difficult shapes

Report on the Amanita Muscaria microdose protocol of the last days: For context: It's football preseason so the training sessions are being really intense and taxing. So I try to eat well and rest as much as I can to avoid unnecessary pain. I've been taking the Amanitas in 0,25g pills since Tuesday night. First 2 pills on Tuesday (0,5) and then 3 pills (0,75g) on Wednesday and Thursday night. And yesterday I stopped. So it was 3 nights in a row, last thing before I sleep. Result is: Really good sleep. Needing less sleep and waking up early and energetic, clear minded. Focus through the day. And action as a light natural thing and not feeling anything as an obligation or weight (I could say it is a mild enthusiasm) Last two days I took one extra pill (025g) afteat the meal. Thinking it could help and activate during the late afternoon training. (And yes, it helps) The feeling of it is like an intense fire burning deep. The thing is that I accumulated so much pain and tiredness yesterday that I decided to stop for a couple of days. It was very subtle but I can identify which one is the Amanita effect in me. And it was giving me a vigour and an extra stimulation that was contributing a lot with the overall exhaustion. If not for the pre season intensity and pain I would have kept it because it is a crazy fire that I like. But I got a bit burned out yesterday. I will resume tomorrow and keep the dose . I'm being extremely prudent and careful because you can easily develop sensitivity to the compounds and get extremely intense results with less and less. So even sustaining the 0,75g dose has a risk of producing undesirable effects. It is still low as a microdose. Below 2grams can be considered a microdose. But I still want the well tempered clavier on me with this... I want a soft landing into it. Anyway.

I did told you I was very fond of Amanita Muscaria, specially for this tough winter. I micrososed it last year and it was the best thing it could happen to me in the winter. It is not growing near me. The closest I can find it is 400km away in the mountains. Last year was by chance that I could get some. People don't even harvest it really. So this winter I was praying to get some. I asked the Lord in the name of Jesus, I felt how it was to be allied with such fungi and I remembered how it felt. My brain was focused on it coming from the west, since mountains are west heading from my town. I thought on the people who could be hunting those mushrooms and having them... A couple of days ago a guy in a group of Huachumeros from my valley wrote asking if someone had organic tobacco. I replied I grew my own and I could gift him some. He told me he wanted to be reciprocal and offered me: Psylocibes Weed Or Amanita Muscaria! I told him the Amanita would be a complete blessing for me. I told him about my experience last year We chatted a bit and he asked me how much tobacco I had. I took photos of my little bag. 50 grams of dried tobacco. I asked him how much Amanita He took photos of his bag of dried amanitas: Exactly 50 grams ! The odds are pure magic. So the logistics and transport of the medicines are taking place today. I cannot wait to start a new bond with my beloved favourite Christmas tree ornament.

It is also a crude winter here. It gives me usually a lot of trouble. Firewood gathering, limited resources, short days, a lot of cold. I myself am more sleepy and lazy. But days are going longer now and some good things are happening.

Mornings everywhere. Feeling like posting. I miss fake internet interactions as If they were real. So I will be giving love around.

Can you imagine tripping balls inside a plane? My goodness #meme #memes

Well. We won

I've been offered to join a football club. This would mean a return to semi-professional football. I know the club, they know me, they like me and I like them. It's good news. I will be joining them next week for pre season. This would mean a jump in intensity and performance. The schedule will be training 4 times a week, with matches on sundays in the regional league. It can count as a 4th tier football division in my country. Will I be paid? only some expenses for transportation. It is as much as clubs are willing to pay here, more or less... Anyway, bittersweet feelings. On one side I am excited for the new challenge. I will have to hone myself a lot to improve. On the other side I will miss my former team, my friends and the lightness of the amateur league. Still have one match in this league, a final match for a cup, this wednesday. We could end this season with a trophy.

It was minus 13 degrees Celsius

Auschwitz was much more a gated community than Gaza.

Look what I got for father's day... Can't be happier than this. (Yes, ice on the knee)

So, to update. I injured my knee. I think it turned out well. I had to slow down everything. I was in so much pain. Nothing completely broken, I think. Though I am making dog's medicine journey, unorthodox. I'm not going to the doctor. I will figure out myself. That's dog's medicine journey. I prayed a lot. I don't take painkillers. I haven't in more than 14 years now. I just take vitamins and herbs. So my approach was from day one of the injury: +Fast +Consume no flour. (Lot of gliphosate here) (I've been on an ovo-vegan(?) diet for 10 years (no dairy, no meat, no fish) +Move. +Use cold plunge. I'm only a week into this. Besides the benefits of the protocol itself I must say my knee is really good. I cannot return to competition level yet, but I can jog again and walk normally. I wake up everyday with less and less pain and discomfort. Fasting is the most powerful tool I think for such case. I do one meal a day and no snacking. That leaves the 24hr fasting window. I tried always to not limp around although it was difficult since my neural pathways for movement were all blocked and awkward. The trauma left a mark in my fascia (I think). So the work was to think every movement and feel the capability of the knee. Not block, not fear pain, accept, feel, become sensitive to it. Pain brings information, so I invite it in. Painkillers I think make things more difficult. They leave you without sensitivity and crucial information. Also pain is energy. And flow of attention which is more energy. So pain must be attended with your inner gaze and you should move around it as you can. Dance around it as you are able to. Approach to painful areas in softness and tender movement, get close to where it aches more. See if you can stretch that limit. See if you can get to your own personal threshold. That way you get energy, attention, blood flow, neural connection to your injury. So you inform of it, I mean, you know what's going on and also you inform the injury by telling it you want to heal. It is spiritual, alchemical and physiological. Invite pain. Don't hide from it. Imagine numbing down this magical and beautiful interaction between damage and reparations. Not aiding it but blurring it and throwing symptom killers, signal blinding medication. I think dog's path to medicine (I just created that school, yes) is against delivering your sacred interaction and exploration of your own body to "doctos" (paper diploma title hanging in a decorated frame in the wall of a fancy office, educated, parroted and tamed by the big pharma industry). (I know doctors do good aswell, shut up) It's just becoming responsible for your actions and inactions in your own care. Whatever the price you must pay it is. My knee is going to be well... I will adapt. I'm inspired by a dog I had, he broke his leg in pieces and repaired it in record time, I am a witness (I will tell the story someday) If I cannot play football again, then I shouldn't, I am willing to pay the price because I neglected it the first time. Call me crazy. (I will always play though) That's my rant of the day. Don't be a stupid martian zombi. Crack that egg of fear and live fully