Monero fixes this. If Monero doesn’t fixes this, bitcoin fixes this. If bitcoin doesn’t fixes this, sunshine fixes this. If sunshine doesn’t fixes this, love fixes this. In reverse order of importance: Love, health, wealth, privacy. Happy Sunday loves! <3 At La Cajita Kitchen / El Zonte / El Salvador

Too soon? Not soon enough? 😁

It was wonderful to chat at Plan B El salvador Saifedean. And next time Knut cancels, you know which anarchist to call (no offense to the wonderful Giacomo.) 😄Stay intense and so will Indie! Maassalama legend. 🙏✨

Anyone who lives in El Salvador will confirm that the bridge of destiny between what you wish for and what is actually meant to be is a very short one, like watching someone on a podcast, losing your mind about something they said and then bumping into them within days and getting to ask them about it personally, which is exactly what happened to me last weekend at the Bitcoin Farmers Market when I finally got to meet the instantly-lovable Bob and ask him about those mystical men and that sacred message that they gave him during the war in 1984. Backstory: We were watching Bob from House of Life on Efrat’s podcast last week when he mentioned that during the war here in El Salvador, where he was courageously living at the time with his Salvadoran wife (and everyone who could was running in every other direction to stay alive), two wandering north American Christian gentlemen, missionaries perhaps, but also prophets, came to him to deliver to him a sacred message. Although these words reached him more than forty years ago, and Bob didn’t quite know what to make of it at the time, he never forgot their essence. The message was a wish and a prophecy. The gentlemen told Bob that they wished for him to never give up on El Salvador because it had been revealed to them that El Salvador, The Savior, would be the country from which a brand new dawn for humanity would emerge and it would then spread like a blessed wave to the rest of the world, leading it out of darkness! But who were these prophets, how was the message passed on from the silent world into their consciousness and, most importantly, what was the full prophecy?! Bob could not remember the other details they’d mentioned but he is just as keen as I to figure it out! We’re now on a mission: To try to find these wise men and get the full version of the prophecy... but how? Bob said there were a few things he would try to do to see if some clue could be found but that I could also write about it to see if anyone else has any ideas. If you are also as enthralled as I am and wanting to dive into this secret, sacred gem of a story, please spread this message with the intention that it lands into the right hands and finally reaches the eyes of those wise men who many years ago wished of Bob to never give up on this country… which he never did! Here’s where I heard it first: And here’s Bob:

X (formerly Twitter)

bob mcdonell (@bobmcdonell1) on X

Servant of God saving children and babies. @HouseofLifeMC

Watching this gives one a feeling of being a very privileged fly on the wall during a deeply personal, raw conversation between two lifelong confidantes—although they have only just met! As always CK asks the most poignant questions and Peter McCormack doesn’t sugar coat or beat around the bush—he rips his heart open and delivers! CK’s soft, nurturing energy effortlessly draws out every detail and the stories know they have a safe place to unfold into, right on your screen. And senor Peter: this man has been really good at being bad—A good normie, a bad addict (who got into bitcoin so he could pay his dealer), a bad husband, an absentee father… Divorce + massive karma suffering then ignited a spark and, like fireworks, his life exploded into a million different shades of wonderful and thus emerged a beautiful human who now approaches everything with love, courage and humility. How do I know he’s beautiful? How do you feel nothing but pity and compassion towards someone who tried their best to viciously, permanently snuff out your life for six years?! (Hint: That ‘someone’ was not Satoshi.) What a stunning interview! Big, loud BRAVO!

When I see someone thriving or happy, I piggy back on their joy and ride it like a rodeo cowboy, especially if things aren’t going well for me. My strong recommendation is to give that a try instead of getting triggered and trying to piss all over their parade so they stumble into the darkness right next to you to keep your misery company. Go to where they are instead. Go toward the light. Life is much sweeter that way. ❤️

In El Salvador, we don’t do Gucci, we don’t do Louis Vuitton, we don’t do bling. What we do is Blink! As in Blink bags which double up as our grocery shopping bags. We have sats to stack, sheesh! :-D And another lovely day at the Bitcoin Farmers Market in El Zonte where I did unstack a few of those sats using my @Blink Wallet for a gorgeous little handmade zippered pouch. Gotta keep things a-circulating hunnies. ♡

Heard the sweetest orange pill story recently, all the way from Turkey: Young Turkish guy @nobody wakes up one morning around 2021 with a notification on his phone asking for acceptance of WhatsApp’s new terms and conditions, a permission for nosey noses to be able to access all sorts of things on his phone. It’s early in the morning and this pisses him off. He presses ‘decline’ and is promptly locked out of his WhatsApp. This pisses him off even more, but this time into action, and he starts researching alternatives and educating himself instead of just bitching and complaining. This then leads him to into the world of open-sourced alternatives that actually allow for freedom of communication and privacy by default. Soon, he is on Fediverse and that’s where he stumbles onto Nostr. He innocently gets on #Nostr just to try out some protocols. I’m sure you can guess the rest if you’re a Nostriching bitcoiner, but I’ll continue. :-D At this point he knew a bit about cryptos. Yes, cryptos the things you buy and sell to make money. The number go up thingos. Cryptos like bitcoin. (Keep reading dear maxis, there’s something here for you.) Looking around Nostr as a newbie, he sees all these lunatics raving and celebrating the price plummet of bitcoin. This is a bit non-sensical to him—why would anyone be happy if the price of a crypto falls? Ideally you buy for less, sell for more, then celebrate... They cray-cray? He asks the shiny happy orange people, “Why are you guys celebrating? What do you know that I don’t?” And so it begins—the orange pill delivered bit by bit: The Bitcoin Standard, The Sovereign Individual, “don’t trust, verify,” “bitcoin, not crypto.” His life changes from that point on, very suitably and symbolically, in lightning speed. It’s been a bit over two years. He’s now interning at #Blink , has been helping organize bitcoin conferences and will be making his debut as a speaker in a #bitcoin conference later this year. This kid is only 24 years old! This gives me goosebumps as well as so much hope! The new orange dawn is here, illuminating the new generation. It will be a beautiful new era! Taylan kardeş—you are an absolute star! Thank for sharing your story with me. I’m sure it’ll make everybody smile. Yolun açık olsun! 🙏

The Bitcoin Farmers Market was a bit quiet yesterday BUT to me it was the BEST one EVER for two little reasons. Oh, to melt and, oh, so divinely! The purrs, the cuddles, the soft meows, the silky paws—there’s nothing like that feline high! ♡ They are up for adoption guys—two girls and two boys. Lemme know if anyone wants one or two or four and I will connect you with Charity, the chica who is kindly fostering them. #Meowstr #GN #Nostr

This is a song that I keep going back to, like good girls that keep going back to bad-boy on / off boyfriends in their twenties. From my morning boing-boing session (on the rebounder hehe). #GM #Nostr

One of my morning rebound songs for you before heading to the Bitcoin Farmers Market--one of my fave things to do in El Salvador! ♡ #GM #Nostr

Taken just a few minutes ago in my zen den. There might have been dramatics the firat time this happened but over time, it's turned into me informing hubby we have another hairy legged intruder, him coming to look at it, saying, "Hey little guy!" to spidey, then saying "He found his way in, he'll find his way out," to me. Then we all carry on with our lives. G' night from El Salvador. 😄🌴

Pitter patter of the rainy season in El Salvador = the perfect lullaby. G' night nostr! ⭐️🌴

Yesterday: Woke up as usual and made my way to the kitchen to get some coffee going in our Italian espresso maker as sexy hubby slept on, long blond hair wild on the pillow and closed eyes making him look less like a warrior Viking and more of an angel. After our daily coffee date and our usual dream analysis session, I headed to my herb garden and picked some fresh mint, stevia, dill and parsley as it was GIRL DATE day (YAY) with my chica CK @CK and those would be my “flowers” for her. An hour later we’re in our usual spot. CK looks like the product of a love child between Julia Roberts and Penelope Cruz. Her inside is as beautiful as her outside and I don’t know if time stands still or speeds up when we’re together but it certainly doesn’t feel like the usual tick-tocking it does any other time. Suddenly, it was not morning but late in the afternoon and time to head home before the notorious rush hour traffic of San Salvador swallowed me in an, ‘Oh, look—Turkish kabab flavored car, yum!” kind of way. To the delight of my circadian rhythm, I managed to bake the chicken marinating in the fridge before the sun went down (was delicious) and lay in hubby’s arms as we watched a Dr. Zack Bush interview, me wondering if it is morally wrong to have a bit of a brain-crush on said doctor. So, if you were to ask me, “Binky, did some stranger in another country then come and smash your head with a baseball bat, sending splattery bits of organic matter flying everywhere?” I’d say, “Well, no. I was just going about my day, minding my own business.” Just like Iran.

@npub1cn4t...3vle speech at The Bitcoin Conference. What I heard: “Yah bitcoin but... marriage... buy house... have babies… my girlfriend (giggle)... family… children… want...” PROPOSE already Jack! The world needs cute little Mallersy babies spreading Mallersy ideas and doing Mallersy freedomy things! DO IT! 🏆 He might have said other stuff too. Dunno… check here: