A million years ago, the cave man, without tools, with small brain, and with nothing but the strength of his body, managed to feed his wife and children, so that through him the race survived. You on the other hand, armed with all the modern means of production, multiplying the productive capacity of the cave man a million times - you are incompetents and muddlers, you are unable to secure to millions even the paltry amount of bread that would sustain their physical life. You have mismanaged the world, and it shall be taken from you. Jack London, speaking to an audience of very wealthy New Yorkers.

The Minted Rebel A man, an icon, a dollar. The American celebration machine grinds back into action, and this time it aims straight for the heart of Silicon Valley. Steve Jobs, the rebellious genius from Cupertino, is immortalized on a coin. Not a simple minting, but an official tribute, a piece of mixed metal alloy containing a myth. The United States Mint unveils the design: a dollar for the digital prophet. The portrait is the one we all have etched in our memories. The young Steve, with his uniform of a creativity warrior: black turtleneck, worn-out jeans, sneakers. An image that has traveled the world, more powerful than any admiral's costume or general's uniform. The inscription reads "make something wonderful," an imperative that was a religion. In the background, no printed circuits, no microchip schematics. But California. Its golden hills, solitary oak trees. That landscape which Jobs considered his greatest source of inspiration, the place where silicon meets the soul. The official description speaks of technology made intuitive, natural. But there is much more here. There is the canonization of a man who disobeyed all the rules, who failed and then rewrote the future. The state of California, through its governor, chose him. Gavin Newsom pointed to Jobs as the incarnation of the frontier spirit, that irreverent curiosity that pushes one to look beyond the border of the possible. The coin will be available from 2026. Thirteen dollars and twenty-five cents to own a piece of this mythology. Or in collector sets, in rolls, in bags. It is capitalism embracing its most contradictory hero, the rebel who built an empire. A series that has been ongoing since 2018, where every American state honors an innovation, a pioneer. And for California, it could only be him. The one who put a universe in the palm of a hand, starting from a garage and an idea of absolute beauty. It is not a coin. It is a fragment of an American story. That of a man who believed to the point of madness that the meeting point between art and technology could change the world. And for once, perhaps, he succeeded. — ✦ — 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅

🇵🇸The Foundational Deceit and the Factory of Oblivion🇵🇸 A lie is always more effective when it crystallizes into a formula. Short, incisive, seemingly unassailable. "A land without a people for a people without a land." A saying with the hypnotic power of a mantra, capable of annihilating reality with its elegant, ruthless simplicity. And yet, the land was there. And a people, on that land, lived there. Houses, olive groves, villages, ports. A human geography made of faces, voices, sweat. Not a moral and physical desert waiting to be redeemed. This inconvenient truth has been suffocated under the weight of a colonial project pawned off as manifest destiny. The Nakba is not an event blurred in history; it is a still-open wound, a methodical process of ethnic substitution that continues before our eyes, cloaked in international legitimacy. They even dare to define as a "people" a heterogeneous collective united only by a creed? Zionism performed an act of pure political alchemy: it forged a national identity starting from a religious bond, claiming a divine deed of ownership over a land inhabited by others. It is from this theological premise, this original sin, that the inherently militaristic and theocratic nature of the Zionist construct springs. Not a state like the others, but an entity founded on ethnic privilege and a legal segregation that humiliates every principle of equality. A two-tier system, two weights and two measures, which needs no signs to be recognized, because it is etched into the law, the passport, the right of return, the color of an identity card. Nonsense. To confuse Zionism with Judaism is an intellectual aberration, when it is not bad faith. It is a toxic, instrumental equation, manufactured to silence any criticism, to brand any dissent as the resurfacing of ancient hatred. Anti-Zionism is not anti-Semitism. It is resistance against a nationalist and colonialist political doctrine that, moreover, has hijacked and harnessed a millennia-old spiritual tradition, bending it to its purposes. It is the defense of the principle that no divine right can trample the human rights of those who inhabit a land. The machine will not stop. The annihilation of the Resistance, the physical and cultural erasure of the Palestinian people, will not sate the beast's hunger. On the contrary, it will fuel its arrogance, pushing it towards the ultimate horizon, that of Greater Israel, from the river to the sea. An endless expansion, justified by a security that is never the security of borders, but the security of domination. Zionism, in conclusion, is the triple curse. It is the catastrophe that broke Palestine. It is the corruption that hollowed out Judaism of its universal dimension, transforming it into a tribalist ideology. And it is, now, the dark threat that looms over all of us. Because a power that believes itself invested with a mandate superior to the laws of men, that normalizes the exception and the occupation, that scorns international law, is not a local problem. It is a metastasizing cancer, a model of oppression that poisons the entire world. And its most bitter fruit is the indifference of those who, comfortable in their slumber, do not hear the sound of the advancing oblivion. — ✦ — 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅

Our beautiful and indestructible West is still as belligerent, destructive, and authoritarian; but at the same time it is humanitarian; whiny; eco-friendly; uncomfortable in its own skin; tortured; suicidal; denying history, roots, sexual polarity… Nicolas Bonnal

“Becoming a man: that must be your ideal.” Daniel Brottier

From the Christian imprint, one thing has stayed with me: the exaltation of martyrdom: fidelity to oneself at all costs, alone against all. To bear witness against the screaming crowd, the sarcasm, the blows. To expect nothing but redemption through courage and the intense satisfaction of not having yielded. Dominique Venner, Rebel Notebooks volume 1, La Nouvelle Librairie, 2021.

”None of us can know today if tomorrow morning we will not be counted as part of a group considered outside the law. In that moment the civilized veneer of life changes, as the state props of well-being disappear and are transformed into omens of destruction. The luxury liner becomes a battleship, or the black jolly roger and the red executioner’s flag are hoisted on it." Ernst Jünger

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Wednesday, October 15, 2025 From the Gospel according to Luke Lk 11:42-46 At that time, the Lord said: "Woe to you, Pharisees, who pay tithes on mint, rue, and all herbs, but neglect justice and the love of God. These things you ought to have done, without neglecting the others. Woe to you, Pharisees, who love the best seats in the synagogues and greetings in the marketplaces. Woe to you, for you are like unmarked graves, and people walk over them without knowing it." One of the teachers of the Law answered him, "Teacher, when you say this, you insult us too." He replied, "Woe to you also, teachers of the Law, who burden people with unbearable loads, yet you do not lift a finger to help them!". 🙏🏼Reflection on the Gospel of the day🕊️ It always starts with a list. The carnal satisfaction of drawing those black marks on white, of taming time into orderly tasks. Then the evening arrives with its balance sheet, that ruthless account that never lies. And there, between the things done and those neglected, the real battle of each day is fought. An army of checkmarks against a host of voids, of omissions that silently accuse. The common explanation is always at hand, comfortable and toothless: laziness, unforeseen events, the tyranny of the clock. Excuses. Lies we tell ourselves to avoid facing the one, uncomfortable truth. Negligence does not stem from not having time. It stems from the disorder of the heart. From giving precedence not to what must be done, but to what flatters the instinct, numbs boredom, strokes the ego. That futile but amusing commitment, that curiosity that led us astray, that pastime that seduced us. We betrayed duty for pleasure, mistaking the urgent for the important. And here, in this swamp of shipwrecked good intentions, comes a proposal that sounds like a mad subversion. The priority of priorities. The love of God. Not a devotional exercise for pious souls, an optional for those with time to waste. No. It is the most ruthless and pragmatic tool for time management ever conceived. It is the pivot. Putting the love of God first does not mean adding another burdensome task to the list. It means re-calibrating the entire system. It is an act of force that re-establishes a hierarchy annihilated by chaos. When that bond is placed at the top, everything else – work, obligations, chores – is bathed in a different light. It loses its opaque heaviness. What you must do, you do no longer like a mule under a load, but with an inner availability that transforms toil into dedication. What you would like to do, the alluring distractions, lose their power. Their call becomes faint, insubstantial. It is a paradox only for fools: dedicating the first and the best to an invisible Love only to find oneself, at the end of the day, with hands fuller of visible, accomplished things. Serenity is not the absence of work, it is the absence of inner conflict. It is the alignment of the will to a permanent center of gravity. The evening balance sheet ceases to be a tribunal. It becomes the quiet observation of a day lived not at the mercy of chance, but according to a higher order. The neglected things will be few, and perhaps not essential. The things done will bear the seal of a peace the world does not know. #Jesus #WordofGod #Christian #Bible #Scripture #Wisdom #worship #biblestr #bibleverse #Christ #God

The Digital Gate It is not an identity card. It is a collar. They call it progress, a necessary evolution. A convenience for the citizen, a step towards efficiency. But behind the reassuring glow of the screen lies the most perfect cage ever forged. The Digital ID is not a simple document. It is the project, lucid and meticulous, of a final reckoning between the individual and the global Leviathan. The objective is crystalline, even if it is diluted in the mawkish language of technocracy. The aim is the total unification of existence. Everything you are, everything you own, every right you have, every transaction, every civic breath will be compressed into a single code, a single digital seal. Your entire life, reduced to a profile managed by a single, remote, and unreachable entity. A centralization that would make the most paranoid tyrants of the last century pale, as they did not possess this technological perfection. But the true crux of the matter, the detail that transforms this prospect from unsettling to chilling, is a simple switch. A button. The most sinister property of this tool is its reversibility. It can be turned off. Deactivated. With the same ease as unplugging a bothersome appliance. One click, and you cease to exist for organized society. You can no longer buy, sell, travel, access healthcare. You become a ghost, an outcast, a non-person. It is the excommunication of the third millennium, administered not by a pope, but by a bureaucrat. This is not a conspiracy theory. It is the raw, naked logic of control. The Digital ID is the electronic fence for the human herd. It serves to "round up," to use a euphemism dear to the planners of the Great Reset, the masses. To direct them, to guide their behavior, to reward obedience and to punish, with absolute digital silence, dissent. It is the means to implement the World Economic Forum's agenda without having to resort to tanks. Sheep do not need a shepherd who beats them; it is enough to threaten to close the pasture gate. A voluntary panopticon is being built, blow by blow, with code and regulations. Man, dazed by the promise of a life without friction, spontaneously hands over the keys to his freedom. He agrees to be leashed in exchange for the illusion of security. It is a tragic trade, that marks the end of the sovereign person and the dawn of a managed, numbered humanity, and, when necessary, switched off. — ✦ — 🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅

"No one is born noble. And among the few who become so, most do it against their origin. What you have not conquered with your soul, do not hope to receive from anyone, even your parents." Alain Damasio, The Horde of the Counterwind.

In the gray herds of sheep, wolves lie concealed, which is to say, beings that still know what freedom is. And these wolves are not only themselves very strong, but there also exists the risk that, on a bad day, these might pass on their qualities to the masses, turning them from dumb herds to aggressive packs. This is the nightmare of the rulers. Ernst Jünger (The Forest Passage).