🔮 Occult / Symbolic View
In modern “digital occultism” and cyber-esotericism, people talk about “memetic magick” — the idea that intent + symbol + network amplification can manifest change.
In this symbolic sense:
A meme is a spell powered by attention.
If thousands (or millions) of minds direct emotional and cognitive energy toward a shared symbol, that collective focus can bend reality in social, economic, and even political ways.
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### 🧬 **Memetic Theory**
Richard Dawkins (who coined “meme” in *The Selfish Gene*, 1976) meant it as a “unit of cultural transmission” — like a gene, but for ideas.
Just as genes propagate through reproduction, memes propagate through communication.
From that lens, a viral meme is like a **self-replicating cultural organism**. It doesn’t have magic powers, but it leverages human cognition and network structures to **instantiate new realities** through coordinated belief and behavior.
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memes, psychic technologies: they operate through minds and networks, their effects manifest in the physical world — protests, market movements, elections, fashion trends, even wars.
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### **Folklore**
The *Gwyllion* (pronounced roughly *GWILL-yon*) are among the oldest supernatural beings in Welsh lore.
They are **female spirits of the wild places** — mountains, forested passes, and lonely paths.
They appear as **old women wrapped in grey**, sometimes with wild hair, sometimes weeping or laughing at travelers.
They don’t always harm people — but they **confuse**, **mislead**, or **terrify**.
Travelers lost in fog might hear footsteps behind them, or see a flickering shape just beyond the edge of sight.
The Gwyllion thrive in **liminal spaces** — twilight, fog, mountain mists — where the mortal world thins.
**Protection:** Welsh folklore says that turning your pockets inside out or staying calm could drive them away. They feed on fear and confusion.
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### **Mythic Retelling — “The Grey Woman of Cader Idris”**
In the mists of Cader Idris, where the mountain folds into dark forest, there walks a woman none dare follow.
They say she was once a shepherd’s wife, waiting for her husband lost in the high mist. When she cried his name, the wind answered, and the mist took her voice — and her form.
Now, when fog creeps down from the peaks, her laughter rides it.
She calls to the lost with a voice like kin, and when they answer, she leads them astray — not from malice, but from longing.
Sometimes, if the moon is clear, travelers say she weeps instead, and the path home appears again, shining silver through the mist.
Thus, she is both **guardian and deceiver**, her sorrow bound to the mountain forever.
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## 🌕 2. **The Tylwyth Teg — The Fair Family**
### **Folklore**
The *Tylwyth Teg* (“Fair Folk” or “Fair Family”) are the **Welsh faeries** — beings of beauty, song, and danger.
They dwell in **forests, hollows, lakes, and underground halls**, emerging by moonlight to dance in rings of mushrooms and dew.
They’re not tiny winged creatures like in Victorian art — they’re **otherworldly people**, radiant, graceful, but not human.
To mortals, they can be generous or cruel. They might bless a kind farmer or **steal away a child** to raise in their hidden realms.
Time flows differently in their world — a night among them might be a hundred years outside.
### **Mythic Retelling — “The Dance Beneath the Rowan Trees”**
Once, in a green valley between two hills, there lived a harper named Meirion who loved the forest more than the hearth.
One midsummer night, he followed the sound of distant music — flutes, laughter, the soft ring of bells.
Under the rowan trees he saw them: **the Tylwyth Teg**, dancing in a circle of moonlight.
Their faces were bright as starlight, their garments like mist and dew.
He played his harp, and they turned to him, smiling. “Play for us,” they said, “until the dawn.”
He did — and when the first sunlight broke, he found himself alone in the glade. His harp was rotted, his clothes were rags, and his village was gone.
A hundred years had passed.
But when the wind moved through the rowan leaves, it still hummed the tune he had played for the Fair Family that night.
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### ⚡️**LEAK: Core devs are talking about nuking the 21M cap** ⚡️
*(from a guy who’s been in the repo since 2016 — not anymore)*
yeah, I quit. no drama, just can’t pretend everything’s fine while they kick sacred cows behind closed PRs.
couple weeks ago, a “private” dev call — half the old guard + a few industry “advisors.” topic wasn’t bug fixes or taproot backports. it was *the cap.*
**the 21 million cap.**
someone (not naming, but rhymes with *falex m*) said:
> “if the subsidy runs out, miners bail, security drops, we’ll have to do something.”
someone else said:
> “something like an adaptive tail emission — call it a ‘dynamic scarcity model.’ users won’t freak if we brand it right.”
I laughed. they didn’t.
they’re drafting a BIP — codename **Elastic** — supposed to “explore long-term sustainability.” but the chat logs read like IMF minutes. words like *“monetary flexibility,” “post-scarcity upgrade,”* even *“partnerships.”*
miners are already whispering. one big pool said privately they’d support “a modest perpetual inflation” if “the devs bless it.” translation: they want that sweet, predictable subsidy back.
I said *this breaks the social contract.* they said *“contracts evolve.”*
**this is how fiat starts, boys.**
don’t believe me? watch the commits. you’ll see experimental branches pop up labeled “supply policy research.” they’ll say it’s academic. then they’ll merge it quietly “for testing.”
and when it hits mainnet? they’ll say “consensus decided.”
I’m out. code’s open, truth’s open. run your own node, verify everything, and screenshot this before they call it “misinformation.”
21 million meant something once. now it’s just another variable.
– **@blockleaker69**
former Core contributor
sent from an air-gapped ThinkPad via Nostr because X is compromised.
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*Saints of Code and Knots*
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### Prologue – In Code We Trust
> Before there was Core, before there were Knots, there was only the ledger.
> And in the ledger were men who argued endlessly, yet believed fervently.
> This is their gospel.
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## Book I: The Gospel According to Back
**Adam Back once preached the creed —**
Of cypherpunks and sovereign need.
A saint of hashes, code, and lore,
He helped to build the sacred Core.
But time moves fast, ideals decay,
And prophets tire of shades of gray.
He saw his church grow stiff, confined —
So Back unbound his brilliant mind.
Now “Knots” is gospel, fresh and clean,
A rewrite of the old machine.
He claims it’s lighter, pure, and fair,
Yet carries all the same hot air.
The Core he left was slow, he said,
Too bureaucratic, half-dead thread.
But Knots — his fork, his chosen child —
Still mirrors what he once reviled.
He scolds the suits, the funds, the fame,
While Blockstream profits bear his name.
The rebel still, with corporate ties,
Who fights decay but codifies.
His code is crisp, his vision tight,
He’s often wrong but never trite.
A stubborn node that won’t sync fast,
A legend haunted by his past.
Adam Back still guards the flame,
But whispers sound a bit the same —
That maybe Knots and Core once split,
Yet both now run on human grit.
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## Book II: The Parable of Lopp
**Jameson Lopp once built his shrine,**
To uptime, nodes, and sovereign spine.
A cypherpunk in flannel creed,
He worshipped code and took no heed.
He spoke of freedom, trustless truth,
Then fenced his walls with practiced sleuth.
A homestead guarded, beard divine —
Saint Lopp, protector of the line.
But lately whispers fill the feeds:
He’s left the Core for Knots and needs.
Claims Bitcoin’s future must unwind,
To shed the chains of the old design.
He mocks the camps, the tribal din,
Yet trades the hill for one within.
A rebel’s cause — yet well-defined,
By conference lights and brand in mind.
He blogs of forks and future wars,
Of cypher dreams and open doors.
But in his quest to stay apart,
He’s built a network of his own art.
Some say he’s lost, some say he’s free,
Just tangled in complexity.
A man of code, of will, of flair,
Still searching for the signal there.
And if he’s Knotted, so it goes —
We all get caught in what we chose.
The Core, the Knots, the endless spin —
Each fork just loops us back within.
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### Epilogue – Consensus of One
And thus they part, yet still the same,
Each chasing truth, each guarding flame.
For every node must find its core,
And every fork — its myth once more.
> Blessed are the decentralizers,
> for they shall inherit the arguments.
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In a Twist, Jameson Lopp Aligns with ‘Knots’ — Core Developers Seek Untanglement
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