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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 months

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Reading conversations about Hazbin Hotel's Angel elsewhere on the Internet makes me very glad for all of you here.

When I wrote Kauri, I worried a little after his freedom that he would be misunderstood, not connect with readers as much, because he dealt with abuse and rape by becoming hypersexual and self-destructive, taking control back over his body in the only way he knew how to do at the time.

With Angel, who does the same thing, I see people complaining that it's unrealistic or "sexualizing trauma" and I just...

I appreciate you guys here so much. You got it, with Kauri, right from the start, that sex can exist alongside or within a tragedy and sex can just as much be one of the ways someone rebuilds their foundation after it crumbles. That no one has to be the perfect pure and noble victim, some people fuck up because it can feel like if you hurt yourself first, other people can't hurt you that way any longer. It's a shield, a form of protection, just one with spikes on the inside that cut you even as they keep everyone else from getting the chance.

So yeah.

Seriously, as a writer I would like to thank my Kauri readers for getting what he needed to do and who he was so well so fast and following with me as he figured it all out.

Just having the thinky thoughts today.

#ash rambles #kauri #ptsd in fiction #trauma in fiction #whump #bbu #referenced noncon #referenced dubcon #hazbin hotel

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hinderr · 23 days

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Hello hinder of the goop variety.

(It’s fishy btw idk why it won’t let me change blogs)

Unfortunately I have come to tell you that you must be bombed one million billion times for that drawing of Kauri.

Sorry.

I don’t make the rules. That’s just how it is.

Goobye.

YOU CAN BRING IT UP TO CAT AND TELL THEM THAT IF THEY BITCH ASS DIDNT MAKE KAURI ACT THAT WAY WE WOULDNT BE IN THIS SITUATION !!!!!!! WAR AND HATE AND VIOLENCE AND DEATH AND FAMINE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hi fishyyyyy <333 nice to see you around these parts

#hinderr asks #mr-breadtime #fishemporium #fish !!#kauri #WE MUSTNT TURN AGAINST EACH OTHER....REMEMBER WHO OUR TRUE ENEMY IS

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bestnarutoduo · 9 months

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It’s finally here!

The official ‘Best Naruto Duo’ Poll. I will set uo posts and begin the voting tomorrow :).

Round One

Orochimaru & Kabuto. Vs Minato & Kushina

Round Two

Neji & Hinata vs Kisame & Itachi

Round Three

Madara & Obito vs Asuma & Kurenai

Round Four

Sasori & Sakura vs Omoi & Karui

Round Five

Gai & Lee vs Sasuke & Naruto (adult)

Round Six

Kakashi & Obito vs Kakashi & Yamato

Round Seven

Kakuzu & Hidan vs Sakura & Chiyo

Round Eight

Danzo & Hiruzen vs Sasuke & Suigetsu

Round Nine

Shikamaru & Temari vs Darui & C

Round Ten

Zabuza & Haku vs Sakura & Ino

Round Eleven

Sasuke & Naruto (kid/gen) vs Izumo & Kotetsu

Round Twelve

Sasuke & Juugo vs Madara & Hashirama

Round Thirteen

Diedara & Sasori vs Shikamaru & Choji

Round Fourteen

A & Bee vs Kakashi & Gai

Round Fifteen

Gaara & Kankuro vs Konan & Negato

Round Sixteen

Ino & Sai vs Jiraiya & Tsunade

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bonusdragons · 1 year

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May 1, 2023:

Crocodile Secondary, Ridgeback, Swirl.

Kauri from Ronnie1107′s Clan of Stellae!

#Crocodile Secondary #Ridgeback #Swirl Gene #Kauri #Ronnie1107

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oekakidogarchive · 8 months

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Amidst the Clouds by Kauri

#2004 #sparkledog #not oekaki #canine #kauri

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ksparchomchuk · 1 year

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Tane Mahuta, the biggest Kauri tree (45.2m high, up to 2,500yrs old) and Te Matua Ngahere, the oldest and second biggest Kauri tree (29.9m high, up to 4000yrs old).

Waipoua Forest, New Zealand

#tane mahuta #kauri #kauri tree #tree #forest #rainforest #new zealand #travel #te matua ngahere #biggest tree #oldest tree #koru #fern

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buggy-about-town · 2 years

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The lucky ones

My two favorite boys Vince and Kauri from @ashintheairlikesnow ! I love the way these two character’s traumas make them feel like strangers haunting their own bodies and I wanted to capture that in this.

To be honest I’m not the happiest with this one :/ I really struggled with the lighting and shading but I’ve stared at it too long so here it goes!

#drawing #art #anime art #ashintheairlikesnow #kauri #vincent shield is not a hero #the brooding boyssss

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hellwegandcloutier · 1 year

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According to NASA and scientists at the University of Arizona's Lunar and Planetary Laboratory, the most recent volcanic eruption ever discovered on Mars occurred roughly at the same time that the wood used in this viola was growing...

53,000 years ago 😳🤯

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echo-echo31 · 1 year

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thank you for the dancy content

you are moooost welcome :3

there may be more coming...

#echo answers #kauri

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 months

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This Reality

For @amonthofwhump's day 3 and day 4:

3: George Bailey “We’ve lost everything we have.” | Disowned Drowning | Comfort: Christmas Market

4: The Grinch Sedatives | Blackmail | Yandere Whumper | Comfort: Ugly Sweater Party

Follows on this piece exploring the AU of Chris never being rescued/running away and instead being abandoned years later on the street

CW: Drug use, drugged whumpee, references to noncon/dubcon scattered throughout

“Hey.”

A foot nudges against his side, but Baldur barely notices the pressure pushing into one rib. He’s drowning and it feels wonderful. The push of the pill through his veins keeps him languid and loose-limbed, lying on the ground with his eyes open, staring up into the watercolor sunset. He can feel the earth turning on its axis, spinning wildly in the empty universe. The pinks and reds in the clouds above him shift and change with the movement.

Everything was so loud today. There are people everywhere, crowding together for the Christmas parade. He’d taken his usual route around looking for someone who might give him a bed to sleep in if he handed over the body everyone used anyway, but instead of the usual handful he knew, there had been police officers watching with their handler-like eyes, groups of families fighting and laughing and shouting.

The Christmas market and parade. He’d forgotten about it.

His Sir had always given a speech at the parade, ridden in a float. Baldur had watched him on television each year, lying in silence on the floor, wondering if he missed his Sir or was glad for the time alone. Desperately grateful for any time at all where he wasn’t afraid.

But then he’d forgotten it would still happen, even after his Sir didn’t want him anymore.

Today had been terrifying. People everywhere and he’d had to push through them as he moved, the constant weight of their voices pressing his brain into a smaller and smaller space, bouncing around the inside of his skull.

He’d caught himself shifting his hands, trying to flap, had to stop himself - stillness is better than what I do - repeating his handler’s mantra for him in his mind over and over and over again. But if he couldn’t move, he couldn’t get the sounds out from under his skin. Everything had been crawling over him, laying against him, buzzing like bees in his ears and behind his teeth.

Then he’d run into Vamp, a runaway like him who works a corner at night and a convenience store counter during daylight. She’d seen the look on his face when he ducked inside to hold off the worst of the noise and told him to wait while she got something out of her purse. She’d even bought him a bottle of water to wash it down with.

About an hour after that, and in the hours since, everything has been soft around the edges, the noise bouncing off of him. There’s a wall between him and the rest of the world. He doesn’t even know when he got to the park, only that at some point he stopped standing upright and instead was like this. Nothing ached in his legs and arms any longer, his mind no longer buzzed with the weight of the noise.

It feels just like the mornings at home with Sir, or when he’d gone off to work for the day and left Baldur behind, dozing drugged in his bed waiting for him to come back.

He used to cry all the time, when Sir was gone, wishing he could think again. Palming the pills when he dared. Now he just wishes he could at least go back to the quiet room and the comfortable bed, to one man demanding access to him in exchange for his life, instead of many. But the pill helps.

A little.

The foot nudges him again.

“Hey, are you-... are you dead?”

Baldur manages a blink. He has to consciously tell his head to move on the stem of his neck to look to the left now and see the man leaning over him, staring down.

Vaguely familiar, with wild black curls ringing a perfectly lovely face, big warm blue eyes, dark brows a little knit together with concern. The guy who bought him breakfast a couple of weeks ago, he thinks, after they’d been the stars of the show in that house the night before. That had been fun, Baldur thinks. Maybe. Or had it not been? Skin on skin never feels good, but he’s supposed to act like it does. Sometimes he blanks out and he thinks his body has fun, then… His lips move with his thoughts, unable to separate enough not to.

The man squints. “Okay, so not dead, definitely moving and breathing, but… are you, like, OD-ing, or… what is this whole thing happening here? What am I looking at?”

“... colors,” Baldur whispers, and looks back up into the sky above him. Grass tickles the back of his neck and the palms of his hands. “Night, soon. Then we’ll see stars, stars dead… a billion years ago. Far enough… far enough away… we still see the lights. Like me. Dead but you still see me… dead, but the image… like ghosts. Like… us.”

The man’s frown deepens, but he drops into a crouch, laying a hand on Baldur’s forehead, pressing a palm to his cheeks one after the other. He closes his eyes at the touch and pushes up into it like a cat. His Sir never cared enough to check him for fevers like that. He has fuzzy memories of a woman, dark hair, smiling eyes, who would do that. Oh, sweet boy. You’re on fire, huh? The image dissolves, though, before he can hang onto it or turn the impression into a real memory. It leaves an imprint of pain behind, making him wince.

The man pulls his hand quickly away, and Baldur fights back the urge to whimper at the loss.

No one touches him anymore unless they want to fuck him about it. He’s so tired of just wanting someone to hold him and stop there.

The man sighs, shifting to sit down. “Just really fucked up, huh? I get it.” After a pause, the man lies down beside him, fingers laced together behind his head, following Baldur’s gaze to the sky. “I do that, too. What’s got you wanting to fuck off out of this reality tonight?”

Baldur doesn’t answer.

Instead, he thinks for a long, long moment of silence, and then manages, “... I forgot your name.”

“Kauri,” The man answers readily, without offense. “That’s okay. I remember you said you’re called… Baldur, right?”

“My Sir… called me that.” Baldur blinks again, his eyes shutting with a clang in his mind like garage doors before opening back up again. The thought makes him smile. “I… don’t like it much. But there… isn’t any other.”

“Oh.” Kauri thinks that over. Then asks, “What do the guys you fuck call you?”

“... baby. Sweetheart. Sexy…”

“Yeah, I guess there’s only so many nicknames in bed. Do you want to be Baldur?”

“... no.”

“Oh. Then… you can pick your own new name, if you want.”

It takes a little while for the statement to work its way in. He hears the words but they don’t really land, just sort of flit around his head for a while trying to find a place to nest. He giggles at the thought, like pretty birds with wings chirping pick your own, your own, own new name, name you.

Kauri watches him, then exhales. There’s a fond sort of smile on his face, but it isn’t the kind of smile Baldur is used to seeing, one heavy with meaning. The kind of smile that comes before a hand on his ass or moving his head down where they want it. Baldur turns his head to look back. They’re inches apart. He’s probably supposed to kiss him, now.

But the pill makes it so he remembers that he doesn’t actually want to do that. It makes him so he can just lay here, and wait to be kissed or not kissed. It’s okay. Everything is okay, like this.

“Funny to see it from the outside,” Kauri murmurs, and then moves up on his elbows. “Hey. Listen. If you could call yourself anything else - not Baldur, or your number, just like anything else that you picked and you alone… what would you choose?”

Baldur blinks again. Lets the words settle, arrange themselves into something that makes sense. Then, he closes his eyes and drifts, almost asleep instantly as soon as he shuts himself away from the vision of the sky and the way the yellow-gold fading sunlight turns the hair of the man lying next to him to some kind of glimmering brilliance. “... -ris,” He mutters, the sound coming to mind without any thought.

“What?” Kauri pokes him in the nose, making him open his eyes with another giggle to see his confusion, which only makes Baldur laugh harder. “What’d you say? Did you say Chris?”

No.

But Baldur can’t say no, can he?

No, good boys only say yes.

“Yes,” He says, and puts his hands over his mouth to try and stop his giggles from escaping. He fails, and finds himself rubbing his feet one against the other even through his shoes, rolling from side to side. He thrills at the forbidden movements, something he can only do now, when his mind isn’t in control of him any longer, when the handler’s whispered demands and punishments aren’t the loudest thing he hears.

“Oh, wow, you are gone,” Kauri says, a little enviously. “Well, damn. Man, and that was basically my plan tonight, too. That’s okay, though, nothing like playing babysitter to the world’s most beautiful park decoration for a few hours to make you appreciate sobriety, huh?”

Baldur’s laughter fades, replaced with a hazy frown. “... hours?”

“Right. Yeah. Cause the way you are right now, somebody’s going to murder you and you won’t even notice until like ten minutes after you’re dead. So I, being your self-declared fairy godmother of the evening, am going to keep an eye out and make sure this little Cinderella lives past midnight.”

Kauri pokes him in the nose again.

“Got that, Chris?”

It sounds good, actually, that name. Baldur weighs it on his tongue. He mouths it, teeth close together and then opening, tongue moving. Chris. Chris. Chris.

“Chris-... Christopher,” He sounds out, slowly, thinking of a child’s movie he barely recalls, a teddy bear. “Christopher. But Chris.”

“Right. Once you sober up, I’ll get you something to eat and then I want you to go see a friend of mine. I think you could maybe use somewhere to crash for a while, and there’s a place I go - they don’t make you do anything, there. So I go there sometimes. There’s a shower and you can eat any of their food and nobody stops you. You’ll like it. How’s that sound?”

Baldur doesn’t hear anything Kauri says. He’s too busy sounding out the name he’s chosen inside his mind. But he knows from the way Kauri’s voice lilts up at the end that he’s been asked a question. So he just says, “Okay.”

“Great. So tell me more about the stars and shine on you crazy fucked-up diamond.”

Kauri lies back beside him, the side of his arm just barely touching Baldur’s, a warm touch grounding him to the earth without climbing on top of him or shoving a hand down his pants or telling him to shove his hand down someone else’s. Baldur lets his eyes close, and breathes in the cool air.

“A lot of the stars… are already dead. But, but we… still see them. Because the light, um, of dead… of the dead stars… still travels so, so far… and it takes so long… we see them shining… and, and they’re already gone…”

“Hm. I take it back. Talk to me about something less depressing than that.”

Baldur has to think for a long time to find something that fits. Then he offers, “I met… a man over by the red diner… who carves little horses out of wood. He told me that he used to… work with wild mustangs, horses, a long… long time ago…”

“Perfect.” Kauri’s smile is brilliant, and Baldur is caught by the sight of it, staring for a long time in silence with wide eyes at the way it shines. Those blue eyes catch his, their heads turned towards each other. “Well? Keep talking.”

Baldur swallows, and then slowly nods, and tries to think of all the funny people he’s met since his Sir decided he needed replaced. He stammers, sometimes, but Kauri doesn’t seem to notice or maybe just doesn’t care.

He doesn’t hear the handler’s voice in his head, either.

Not while Kauri is looking at him. For the first time since his Sir shoved him out of the car and drove away, he feels like someone cares.

#streetkid chris au #streetkid au chris #I can't remember which tag I was using #chris the strawberry blond romantic #whump #whump oc #amow #a month of whump #drug use tw #drugged whumpee #referenced noncon #referenced dubcon #chris is hiiiiiiiiigh #he just wants a hug that doesn't go further #that's all #kauri

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hinderr · 25 days

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@r0b0tz me when i get u....me when i fucking get u...

(Kauri, from Lucidity)

#dnd #dnd art #dnd character #kauri #hinderr art #'filean asks me to jump- oh okay im not gonna hesitate' AND IF I FUCKING LISE MY SHIT #HUH. IF I LOSE MY SHIT. HUH. CAT.

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conifersgarden · 2 years

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#agathis kinabaluensis #agathis #kauri

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reina-cottier-art · 1 month

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Commission for Dept of Conservation ( DOC) NZ

🍃 Commission for Dept of Conservation ( DOC) Thames. ✅ 100cm x 80cm~ Acrylic ink & acrylic While the original painting will hang in the Thames / Coromandel Peninsula Doc office, the image of it will be used as a peep board / hole in the head board for promotion & events to raise awareness of our native forest but predominantly the Kauri tree & the effects of kauri dieback disease on this mighty…

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vipnoviny · 2 months

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Zrušení zlatého standardu a uvalení babylonského dluhového otroctví na lidstvo

Babylonská věž je symbolem nikdy nedokončené práce - dluhové otroctví. V dnešní době celá společnost čelí výzvám, které přetvářejí světovou ekonomiku. Jednou z významných charakteristik současného světa je vysoká úroveň zadlužení, které postihuje jak jednotlivce, firmy tak i celé státy. Tento stav může být přičítán řadě faktorů, a je důležité zkoumat jak příčiny, tak i důsledky této masivní zadluženosti. Jak jsme se do tohoto problému dostali? Zrušením zlatého standardu a uvalovaním daní, poplatků a pokut na každý aspekt našeho života.

Pohled do historie

Zlatý standard existoval za Rakousko-uherska, kdy jste Rakouský zlatý (zlatka, florin) skutečně mohli směnit za zlato, a poměr byl určován v závislosti na ekonomické situaci a množství zlata v monarchii. Začátkem I. světové války v roce 2014 byly všechny formy směnitelnosti bankovek za zlato zrušeny a nové vzniklé Československo (první republika) bylo bez zlatého standardu. V té době naše země zdědila průmysl po Rakousko-uhersku a byla sedmou největší ekonomikou na světě. Velká Britanie zrušila zlatý standard v roce 1931. USA zrušili zrušili zlatý standard v roce 1971. A tak to postupovalo po celém světě. Zrušením zlatého standardu banky získaly po celém světě definitivní moc na tvorbu peněz a začaly dávat tyto peníze do oběhu prostřednictvím dluhů. To je také důvod, proč jsou dnes všichni lidé, firmy a státy zadlužení. Navíc politici, sloužící bankovním korporacím, postupně zdaňují a zpoplatňují každý aspekt našeho života, čímž nás ožebračují. Tento proces byl zahájen před stovkami let a postupným vařením žáby, jsme se dostali do dnešního dluhového otroctví. Podrobněji jsem tento proces popsal v minulém článku. Pojďme se teď podívat do jiné země a to konkrétně do USA. Mluvčí bílého draka a geopolitický analytik Benjamin Fulford napsal o situaci v USA, co se za posledních 60 let v této zemi změnilo: „Před 60-ti lety neexistovalo tolik daní a náš stát byl jedním z nejúspěšnějších na světě. Neměli jsme absolutně žádný státní dluh, měli jsme početnou střední třídu a matky zůstávaly doma a vychovávaly děti. Co se stalo? Odpověď: Chazarská mafie uvalila na lid babylonské dluhové otroctví. Je čas svrhnout samozvané babylonské krále.“

Ekonomický systém postavený na peněžním otroctví

Fulford o současném satanském finančním systému napsal, že musí být zničen a ruská armáda na tom pracuje: „Ruské zpravodajské zdroje FSB nás již dříve informovaly, že cílem jejich ofenzivy je ukončit činnost Federální rezervní banky. Sídlo BIS (Banka pro mezinárodní vyrovnání) ve švýcarské Basileji je srdcem této satanské instituce. Je to proto, že je centrální bankou soukromých centrálních bank, které vysávají životní sílu z planety tím, že vytvářejí peníze z ničeho. Je to černá díra, kterou je třeba definitivně zavřít. Přesně to se chystá udělat ruská armáda.“ Německý ekonom a zastánce rakouské školy ekonomie Andreas Claus řekl, že současný systém vydávaní a tvorby peněz je postaven na podvodu a dluhovém otroctví. Claussova teorie uvádí, že pokud si u banky půjčíte 100 000 Kč a banka vám dá úrok 5%, museli byste jí vrátit 105 000 Kč. Problém je ale v tom, že banka vydala do oběhu jen 100 000 Kč prostřednictvím vašeho úvěru. Těch 5 000 Kč požadovaných jako úrok jednoduše neexistuje – nejsou v oběhu. To je také alfou a omegou toho, proč všechny státy, firmy a lidé světa jsou zadlužení. Jednoduše v oběhu není tolik peněz (úroky na splacení), aby je lidé byli schopni splatit! Chazarská mafie nyní využívá tento „dluh“ postavený na matematickém podvodu k tomu, aby všechny státy světa vydírala skrze Mezinárodní měnový fond (MMF). Pokud státy nechtějí mít ekonomické problémy a skončit v insolvenci, tak musí plnit příkazy globalistických elit, jako je zavázaní se ke Green Dealu, Agendě 2030, Pandemické smlouvě a válce proti Rusku. Cílem všech těchto agend je depopulace lidstva a přesunutí jejich zbylého majetku do náruče globalistických elit. „Nebudete nic vlastnit a budete šťastní“ Zakladatel WEF Claus Schwab Před dvě stě lety si peníze lidé vyráběli sami těžbou zlata (podobně jako se dnes těží virtuálně Bitcoin). Poté, co si lidé uložili zlato v bankách, o které je bankéři okradli zrušením zlatého standardu, tak začali vznikat ničím nekryté peníze, dnes absolutně bezcenné číslice na počítači, které nám jsou půjčovány za lichvářský úrok touto chazarskou mafii.

Změna finančního systému

Dokud nebude změněn ekonomický systém od základu a vrácena moc na tvorbu peněz lidem, tak se nic nezmění. Abychom se dostali k penězům, tak k tomu nepotřebujeme žádné prostředníky, jako jsou lichvářští bankéři, kteří nám je půjčí za úrok. Peníze si můžeme vytvářet sami. Peníze pro nás můžou být čímkoliv na čem se jako lidstvo shodneme. Podívejte se, jak lidé z krypto komunity se shodli na tom, že Bitcoin je regulérním platidlem. Můžeme si vzít také příklad od domorodců ze Šalamounových ostrovů, kteří si peníze vyrábějí sami z mušliček. Těmto penězům se říká Shell Money: https://youtu.be/lzzs4FmgHe0?si=-7gi7OfmF7F4KXBN Indiáni jsou chytřejší, než my lidé v moderní civilizaci. Přemýšlejte o tom, v jakém bohatství a prosperitě bychom mohli žít, se současnými technologiemi jako je decentralizovaný blockchain, nebo technologiemi, které nám jsou utajovány. Nejdřív však, jak říká Fulford, je potřeba svrhnout babylonské krále. Read the full article

#AndreasClaus #BenjaminFulford #florin #kauri #měnakrytázlatem #Rakouskýzlatý #zlatka #zlatýstandard

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