From Satoshi’s Code to Peter’s Epistle: A Brisbane Bitcoiner’s Quest for Truth in a World of Shadows
In the humid haze of a Brisbane morning, the river snaking like a vein of forgotten gold past $925k median houses, I sit with a cold cuppa, staring at my hardware wallet. It’s not just sats—it’s a talisman against the lies. Bitcoin didn’t save me from vaccine regret, border closures, or mates rotting in cells for crimes they didn’t commit. But it cracked open a door: What do I trust when everything else fails?
Call me a Pleb. I only stacked in 2024, post the 262-day Melbourne lockdowns that turned a city into a ghost town while the government printed 350% of GDP to fake prosperity. Rents up 30% in a year, super funds hoarding $3.5T, the ATO eyeing unrealised gains on the top 0.5%. Banks freezing “suspicious” crypto transfers. The Big Four swallowing 80% of deposits, Coles-Woolies owning the aisles, Qantas handouts, super locked until the ATO nods. From July 1, 2025, the guarantee jumps to 12%—while whispers grow of raiding balances for “budget repair.” Digital IDs loom, dissent is censored, Epstein files gather dust, Port Arthur secrets stay sealed.
Bitcoin was my first rebellion. Self-custody. Run a node. Verify. But the halvings turned my mind spiritual. @bitcoin__apex: “Bitcoin is the ego killer… a catalyst for enlightenment.” If I won’t trust a central bank, why trust a premier or a pope?
The real mining began in my soul. I opened The Essential Jesus—Luke’s raw Gospel, no footnotes. Jesus flipped temple tables; Satoshi flipped fiat. Trust is earned, not decreed. Saying “I love you” to Christ felt like handing over private keys. Then 1 Peter 2:12 hit: Live good lives among the pagans… that they may see your good deeds and glorify God. Faithful presence, not rage.
I wandered into a northside PCA hall—no incense, no idols, elders elected bottom-up. Pastor Garnet on suffering under Nero? That’s Andrews’ 2020 towers, rights shredded. No mandated “Welcome to Country.” Transparency baked in, like a blockchain audit.
Bitcoin led me to Jesus because both demand verification. Fiat’s faith in kings; BTC’s in math. Society’s in spin; Scripture’s in stone. The harms we ignore—COVID isolation toll, elite escapes, sealed files—scream for decentralised truth: self-custody your soul, community over cabals, life over lies.
Now stacking sats and Scripture, I see the fork. One path centralises death—80k terminations we fund, 500k net migrants yearly ($10B Centrelink, ~0.1% tradies), housing for the connected. The other? Kingdom come—mine for neighbours, love awkwardly, glorify amid the mess.
Brisbane’s nones (30% and climbing) whisper: Show us something real.
Bitcoin wasn’t the end; it was the burning bush. From code to cross, the search continues. Who’s with me?
Don’t trust, verify.
Never stop asking questions.
Simo.
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