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Think seed oils are bad? Oleic acid is a #scam. Add it to the growing list of scams. Everything we’ve been told is a lie. The long vilified stearic acid? Wildly healthful and pro metabolic. Oleic acid = monounsaturated fat (olive or avocado) Stearic acid = saturated fat (think beef tallow, dairy fat, chocolate) #seedoils

Recently reached my stacking goal and still feel short. 🤷‍♀️

Best reason to get into a relationship is to share. When you can’t take it anymore, start giving.

Actually the legal ruling against the SEC is quite a convenient reason to approve Blackrock without appearance of bias, despite the recent delays to Ark and other applications.

Sunday stew boeuf bourguignon 💪

Sunday stew boeuf bourguignon 💪

What if I told you that each soul descends into this physical world with a unique and preordained purpose? Many mistakenly believe that our careers are what we are “meant to do”. However, our true purpose extends beyond our professional work. Uncovering our purpose can be a challenge in and of itself, yet, once we grasp the magnitude of our purpose, we can pursue it relentlessly in any circumstance. But how can we uncover what we’re here to achieve? The answer is beyond the scope of this post, but one hint is to look to the area in our lives where we are constantly tested. Like in the movie ‘Groundhog’s Day’, what in your life is a triggering thing that repeats itself and repeats itself? It might look like changing partners but ending up in the same relationship, or changing jobs but still having the same issues with the new boss. And so on. Triggering situations that repeat is the universe inviting us to pass a spiritual exam on our soul’s destined path. In my personal journey, I have experienced profound transformations by letting go. Namely of intense emotional entanglements, power struggles, and the need for control. The universe would literally send me opportunities to choose crisis or stability, groundedness, and self-sufficiency. Simplifying my life, prioritizing security, and nurturing my values have become my safe haven. Time and time again, I get tested on these things until today. One tool I use to help me overcome these tests is writing notes to my future self. These notes serve as ‘wartime tools’ for challenging times. Picture a calmer and wiser me speaking to me from a place of better perspective, outside the thick of it. These notes remind me of the lessons I’ve learned and the strategies I’ve previously deployed to overcome similar prior challenges. I recently found a note in an old wallet from 8 years ago. That note rings as true today as it did when I wrote it; namely because it’s my souls work in this lifetime. In what areas are you repeatedly tested? Knowing in this moment that the test will come back again, how might you prepare your future self to pass it once and for all? #plebchain #bitcoin #makingofabitcoiner

Appreciate all the zaps and super annoyed that iOS removed them from Damus :(

Perspective can make all the difference. Several months ago, a dear friend received a devastating cancer diagnosis. Amidst this dark news, light and miracles began to illuminate almost immediately. We learned that the cancer had been detected at a very early stage. Things then moved really fast; the right people appeared at the right moment, and from diagnosis to surgery to recovery was a matter of weeks. In order to ensure a comprehensive recovery, a light treatment of chemotherapy was recommended. While the side effects should have been minimal, they were more pronounced and uncomfortable than normal. One of these side effects was hair loss. Having experienced extensive hair loss myself after each of my pregnancies, I understood the self consciousness that comes along with it. After my second pregnancy in 2021, I embraced the change by cutting my hair into a pixie. Rather than allowing the situation to control me, this was my way of regaining control over the situation. I acknowledge that everyone deals with traumas differently, and with our friend, it’s been very challenging for her to maintain sight of the miracles and blessing rather than the lingering challenges and continuing toll the hair loss has taken. The universe in its wisdom decided to intervene by juxtaposition. Michael was out for a walk yesterday when a stranger approached him, asking for directions. Out of nowhere, the man began pouring his heart out, confessing that he was in the midst of chemotherapy and felt as though it was killing him slowly. Tears streamed down his face as he shared his agonizing journey, that he had no family by his side, and he was relying solely on his faith in God. Michael instantly recognized the encounter held a profound message for our beloved friend. This stranger, in a much more advanced state of illness, was undergoing aggressive treatments, and in absolute loneliness with his battle. In contrast, our cherished friend was enveloped in the embrace of a loving family, surrounded by dozens of caring individuals and a devoted partner. Furthermore, she had been blessed with healing! We shared the message with our friend, illuminating the power of perspective and appreciation. Two people in a seemingly similar situation. One that’s been blessed by miracle after miracle but who is mired in sadness, unable to fully appreciate the blessings and “carpe diem”. Indeed, the hair loss is undoubtedly distressing, but when placed in the context of what could have been, and with the knowledge that it would eventually grow back, the temporary loss is but a poignent reminder of the long life that lay ahead. There is literally time extended to her life whereupon it is sure to grow back! We all have our own challenges big and small; can you awaken appreciation and find the hidden blessing within the challenge you are currently facing? Photo from 2021 #bitcoin #inspiration #makingofabitcoiner

Did you know that if you’re an American you can gift up to $17k tax free? A couple can gift their child up to $34k per year without a tax consequence. If you’re planning to #HODL some part of your stack for life, at these prices, you can “give” your child a whole #Bitcoin from your estate, tax free today. Food for thought.

Making Space Oftentimes we are clear what we want, yet we can’t seem to manifest it. In my own experience, we first need to clear space in our life for that thing; I’ll share one example. In 2009 I was engaged to be married. The wedding was half-way planned and I had purchased a princess dress. As it happened, I never ended up marrying my ex-fiancé and that dress laid in storage for 6 years, largely forgotten. I purchased it with an intention in mind and if you’d ask me about it when the relationship dissolved, I knew I’d never wear it. In the summer of 2015, I had been sharing with anyone who would listen that I was getting married that year. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t even in a relationship, I just knew. One morning my mom called me and said she was cleaning house and that she had come upon the dress; “what should we do with it?” I had no clue, I told her I’d get back to her. Later that day while waiting for an appointment, I ran into my friend Nancy and she shared with me that she was planning her wedding in Israel and about to go shopping for a dress. I couldn’t believe the topic of wedding dresses had come up again for the second time that day, especially considering all I had was marriage on my mind! I instantly connected the dots and told Nancy about my mother’s phone call that morning; I had a beautiful designer princess gown that I would be overjoyed to gift her. My friend couldn’t believe I had held on to this dress for so many years. We both realized the significance of me energetically releasing this dress for a new one to come in to my life. At that moment we made a pact that this action, giving this dress to her as a gift, would create an energetic shift in my life so I too could get married. And sure enough, this is exactly what happened. Not only did I get married within several months (with a new dress bought in Paris), but I even got to be at Nancy’s wedding in Israel! In the months prior, I had been having challenges with my work and as a result with my finances, and thus had no plans to travel. But once Michael and I got together, he invited me to Israel as his guest, and the stars aligned that I was even with Nancy at her wedding in Safed. Imagine her surprise when I showed up at her hotel and helped her zip her dress! She couldn’t believe it. Nancy met Michael minutes after for the very first time. We danced at her wedding, and soon after, we danced at mine. Practically …. Making space can take many forms. But it’s easier to understand if I give examples of taking up space first. Taking up space can look like: Wanting to meet and marry your soulmate but sleeping or staying with someone you know you have no future with. Packing weekends with things to do, being busy all the time with activities and people that don’t light you up, just not to feel the loneliness of not having a partner. Staying involved with someone who makes you feel strung along; that leaves you guessing, occupying your precious energy, while they park in your brain for free. Holding on to something sentimental that’s blocking the energetic flow of something much greater from coming into your life. A small job, a small relationship, a little snack, a little sneak, a little nibble. Why is it that each in our own respective way, we ask the universe for a Ferrari all the while there’s a Volkswagen parked in our driveway? Each day the universe tries to deliver our Ferrari, the order we placed in great detail, and each day the delivery can’t be made because the driveway is occupied by something far inferior, but occupied nonetheless. What then does making space look like? Making space looks like… Ending relationships that have no future, even if they serve a snack of a purpose in the moment. This could mean embracing solitude and spending time alone to reconnect with yourself and gain clarity on what you really want and need. Making time for self-care and prioritizing your own well-being instead of constantly putting others' needs first. Acting “as if,” i.e., asking yourself would this person be in my life if I was married to my soulmate? As if, would I spend my weekend with these people, doing these things? Acting “as if” can also look like deciding not to tolerate flakiness, or people who make you feel unsure or insecure, as if you don’t know where you stand. Or it could look like setting boundaries with toxic or draining people in your life and creating space for healthier relationships. Releasing limiting beliefs or negative self-talk and replacing them with positive affirmations. Making space can look like letting go. Even if you are left with emptiness in its place. Knowing that this void is the space needed for something much greater to come into your life. The universe has taken our Ferrari order to the finest detail; if it hasn’t appeared yet, it’s simply waiting for us to take the necessary action to create the space for the delivery. In what areas can you make space? #integrity #authenticity #bitcoin #makingofabitcoiner #change #transformation #inspiration

Someone is filling their #bitcoin bags 👀

Self-Perception to Self-Acceptance Until age 6 I didn’t know I was different. I was born with a congenital eye defect called Coloboma, wherein a structure of the eye never forms in utero. The doctors didn’t immediately know what it was and they thought it was cancer. It was benign but it left me with little to no vision in my right eye. Albeit, this was of no loss; as I’ve never known life any other way. In addition to the Coloboma, I also have an ancillary eye condition called Strabismus; the medical term for what causes crossed eyes. In malformation, my right eye muscle was weak and thus was inverted into my nose. Long before the days of Zoom, my grandmother who lived abroad came to visit for the very first time; she had never met me and had only seen photographs. During her visit, I overheard her and my mother speaking about my eyes and how it compared to the photographs she had seen. I went over to the mirror to understand what they were talking about and I remember, at 6 years old, looking at myself and seeing myself as defective. In that moment, I also experienced for the first time feeling judged. Experiences that are mundane to adults can have profound impact on children; this was one of them. People have all kinds of defects but there’s something unique about the eyes; they are the first point of fixation of gaze, especially when meeting someone new for the very first time. When a gaze is met with crossed-eyes, the former becomes stymied (if even for a moment). They don’t know if you’re looking at them. They get a bit confused. I learned early on how to narrow that momentary gap, to divert the confusion. There were a couple of coping mechanism I developed, one was to drive the moment by being extra articulate. Another tool that came later: to be very sexy. As I got older, I learned new make-up tricks, new ways to do my hair, but generally I would just opt to wear my generous cleavage out on full display. That served as a very good distraction, especially with men. Sex and smarts, total confusion. I tried to cope in other ways too; like using muscle exercises to improve my eye strength, to “control” my eyes so one was less inverted. But as said, this required control, and if I’d have a drink, that control would go out the window. Needless to say, taking photos at parties wasn’t my favorite thing to do and my poses were always rehearsed to provide the best angle, for the best shot. I later tried new ways to conceal my insecurity. My eyes were also two different colors, so for a number of years I wore colored contact lenses to make them look more similar. It was uncomfortable, but anything to close that awkward gap with strangers. Despite my insecurities, life carried on. Although internally I battled myself, externally, things were normal; I put my best foot forward and never shied away from anything I was determined to achieve. I dated good looking men, finished my schooling with solid grades, and upon college graduation, I interviewed for and landed my first proper job at a bank. I remember how insecure I was during the interview process! And later feeling super uncomfortable around all the new people I would meet in the office. Sexiness was not applicable at work, so I honed in on the articulate card as best I could. Around the same time, at the age of 22, I began a new relationship with a man from a prominent New York family. I dated him for about eight months before he introduced me to his parents for the very first time. Just after that meeting my boyfriend cooled off and I could intuitively feel that something had gone awry with his parents, some kind of disapproval. After some coercion, he divulged that his parents were not happy with two things: 1. My height (5’4” on a good day, in comparison to their son at 6’4’); and 2. my crossed-eyes. It was a flashback to age 6. I was astonished. I thought we'd had a lovely time. His parents asked me about my ambitions, I told them about my career, my desire to achieve things. It turned out they were entirely unimpressed and fixated only on the small detail of how I would present at the wedding of their son. My boyfriend, on the other hand, he had a plan. He introduced the idea that I get surgery to correct the cosmetic appearance of my eyes. He even suggested that he would pay for it. Before then I had never considered surgery. Over the years, eye doctors had recommended it to my parents, but surgery can carry a risk, there was no guarantee it would last, it was only cosmetic, and because I never brought the idea to them, they ultimately decided against it. Every year I further established my identity and the topic became less and less relevant. When the topic came back, through this painful experience, there was something about the way this was presented that I couldn’t dismiss. It was coming from my boyfriend but really it was some sort a message from the universe, and I felt inclined to explore it. I did some research, found a specialist, gathered information and after a consultation, decided that this was something that I ultimately wanted to do —for me. With respect to my boyfriend; after he told me his parents’ concerns, I understood then that if I was to carry on with this relationship and marry into this family, much of my life would be spent putting on a show. That I would always be subservient to my husband and the whims of his parents and because I was much too independent, none of that was for me. I also didn’t want to be with somebody who saw a future with me under the condition that I would change my appearance. So before I even had the surgery, I ended the relationship. In a few months this boyfriend would go on to marry a 6’ tall blonde. My insurance would go on to cover the expense of the surgery. One would think things changed immediately after the surgery but that’s not how dysmorphia works. I had spent 22 years developing coping mechanisms and an overcompensation strategy and those don’t get undone with surgery. There was a phase where I was this perfectly normal looking woman who was over-trying and over-sexy and it was just overly too much. I struggled to re-frame my self-awareness and this took time. Years later I began to do television interviews. I found it amusing when I received positive feedback about how I came across as confident and calm on camera. The words natural, polished, articulate, and poised frequently came up. If only the depth of irony was known –how unnatural all of that was– that these were skills I developed. #authenticity #makingofabitcoiner #bitcoin #confidence #selflove #mentalstrength #personalgrowth

On Metamorphosis There are subjects I know nothing about and other subjects that make up my essence. My essence is the story of a caterpillar; circa 2009. I moved to Europe in 2017. Before that I had spent my entire life living in New York. The last decade I lived in Midtown and Brooklyn for the 20 years before that. In 2009 everything looked great on paper. I’d been at a solid banking job for about 5 years, I was engaged to my handsome boyfriend of a few years, and we lived in a water-view high rise in Manhattan. I was 25. I was also utterly miserable. I’d accumulated a bunch of debt, the thought of working this very same banking job for the next 30 years until I retired horrified me, and I couldn’t stand my fiancé. We fought so much, we had no sex life (which was pretty much the most important thing for me at the time) and I probably couldn’t give you a single redeeming reason why we were even together. The bad outweighed the good to such an extent that I wanted to literally change him into a different person (back then I thought that was possible). The idea that this would become my life was distressing. In late 2009, stress turned into acute illness and I took a sick leave of absence from my job; the leave turned into a resignation. In those 6 months, everything turned upside down. I took a sledge hammer to my life. If there was any chance for more, I had to. I ended my engagement, I left my job, and I moved back to my home town (a place I struggled to escape in the first place). My new home was a $500 per month basement apartment that was literally half way underground (bye Hudson water views ). I had downgraded to pay off my debts and to adjust my lifestyle to my new startup. At the same time, I partnered with my brother on a technology venture I knew nothing about. My role was business development, something new, something I’d never done before. I had to figure it out, I always did. Those next few years were very painful; harder than the ones that preceded it. After so much hallow emptiness, I wanted to feel something. Something good, something intense. I wanted an orgasm. I wanted many. It both was and wasn’t a metaphor. I started dating men. In those months, my sex life had objectively improved (I now had one), but the quality of my relationships didn’t. I felt cheap, used, and emptier than ever. Orgasms were fleeting. They became less satisfying. As if it were a twisted joke, some partners couldn’t even perform. There was no energy. I was cut off. I couldn’t put words to the lack I felt, I knew no lexicon for it. Had I jumped from the frying pan into the fire? It felt like it. I felt like I was dying every day. I could barely work. I was consumed with obsessive thoughts —how to control life, how to fulfill the unfulfilled desire within me? How come others had figured it out? What was wrong with me? I would try to map out logically, often through writing, a rationalization for my life, the world around me. Why was I here, and what was even the point? I was a walking void. There came a pivotal moment where I was about to start on antidepressants. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t work, I was consumed with myself. I was consumed with my lack. I dabbled with Ritalin and the like. Medicine felt like the only way out; out of my own prison. Then in a pivotal moment, I realized it was either I pull myself out of this mental state (not knowing exactly how), or I may never come off those medications. I didn’t know how I would do it but I knew I had to, I had a choice and there was no choice. #transformation #change #bitcoin Photo from 2009.

🤙🤙🤙 Nice to see my post getting traction; will share more of my story soon. All the other social networks throttle my content.

Street Smarts In Brooklyn, NY, I was born November 1984 in the height of fear during the AIDS pandemic. People were dropping like flies. Someone who lived through the time said I was born into danger. If you ever thought I come across as gloomy or serious; this sets the scene for why. When I was a kid there was an air of death. Not just in New York but also in my upbringing. In my childhood, I remember going to cemeteries quite often on Sundays. Other parents took their kids to the beach on Sundays. My parents used to like to visit dead relatives to pay respects. I never quite understood the point, feeling instinctively we could connect to those who passed without having to visit a headstone. I remember thinking even then how morbid this activity was. Born to foreigners, I always felt myself unusual, an outsider. Having a birth defect on my right eye didn’t make me feel more so like everyone else. I spent the first 22 years of my life “cross-eyed,” a topic for a future thread (which I will come back to). But those first 22 years, while very formative, were not very easy. Marked by danger, I often found myself in situations that even at a very young age were quite uneasy. Like one time at the age of 8, when my new live-in nanny brought her random boyfriend over to our home while my parents were at work. How could an 8 year old know, if not by instinct, that this was dangerous? Needless to say, the nanny didn’t last very long and from the 3rd grade on I would take the school bus home and let myself in with my own keys and spend the next 3 hours alone until my father would come home from work. I spent a lot of time alone. I later went to public high school, passed through metal detectors every day that scanned for guns and knives, and took mass public transport by myself from a very early age. There were times when I was nearly molested on trains, nearly robbed, masturbated to or on, and so on and so forth. If you wonder why today I seem aloof or can come across as cold, it’s because I didn’t grow up with warmth. I wasn’t trusting and I couldn’t be. I grew up with a lot of solitude, in Brooklyn, and most of the time I had to figure things out for myself. As a mom now of 3, I look back at many of these experiences with utter shock, as I couldn’t imagine them for my own kids. Back then the experiences were normal, everyday. But ultimately it was these experiences that created a person who can figure things out on her own, can be resourceful and manage the array of “inner-city” personalities and situations with diplomacy and finesse, and these tools have proven invaluable in assessing the integrity of things and people, and reading and navigating situations in every area of life, especially in business. Street smarts. #brooklyn #bitcoin #mother

Many of you had to find Bitcoin to find yourselves; I had to find myself to find #Bitcoin. Going to do a thing…. 🔜