[The transcript of Zechariah's interaction with the Voice, is as authentic as it could be reproduced (part 3)]

"Sir, every man is created equal, and stands equal in front of his Creator. With nothing we come to this world, and neither can we take away anything with us. From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes."

- Zechariah, come on. I believe you can do better than that.

Zechariah again falls into meditation in front of the challenging Voice. The suddenness of the encounter, the sorrow of the situation, the fear of death, and other considerations give way to sternness. Whatever this is, Zechariah is still the L20/20 King, of most ancient and mysterious lineage, the Most High Character in Crypto Kingdom, whose realm reached to North Face and beyond [both 'North Face' and 'beyond' being common Royal parlance, which seldom indicates any practical command in the areas mentioned - Kings rarely brag with their actual and recognised achievements, the Title being the showcase of wish and will more than present reality for many] in the north, to Plath and the Sea in the south, and - umm - Sweden and Rossiya in the west and east, respectively. Prostrating oneself in front of a voice no matter who, is unfitting for a military commander even in the direst of situations and especially then. He takes time to compose his thoughts and answers:

"Sir, we have this thing called Levels System (see link) in the Kingdom of Crypto Kingdom. It was introduced by my considerate father in the beginning of time, A.D. 1400. As per the system, each being is assigned a level, by virtue, by the Peers, by the King or by the Gamemaster. I am of the highest level in the Kingdom. In practice I regard people older than me to be my peers, in addition to the foreign people of my rank. There are higher echelons among humans, the Pope and the Emperor for instance, neither of whom I have met - they command higher powers and larger troops. Our Kingdom despite its territorial extent, is sparsely populated and with distributed power. I can easily envision the heads of the continental Royal Houses to possess 1-2 orders of magnitude more power than I did at the apex of my reign.

As for my inferiors, they are many and in many levels. Before my ascending to the throne, I was in the level Archduke. If we take the CK-days to be the mathematical determinant of the relative seniority between levels, Archduke is 500,000,000 CK-days and the lowest rank achievable by this criterion, Baron, is 500,000. This gives 3 orders of magnitude. The common level (1-6) commoners are below Baron in stature, hence we can add a probable 1-2 orders of magnitude.

The NPC ranks are N1 to N10, and roughly correspond to the player ranks L1 to L9. Some animals also have the rank K1 to K9 with some creatures in higher ranks as well. Peasants have no rank, they rank equal to cattle as both only reside in the collective imagination. This does not necessarily mean they are significantly lower than the lowest assigned ranks. Hence, all in all, the Pope equals one million peasants, approximately. The wars he has waged in the beginning of the century confirm that he also thinks likewise."

It was as if Zechariah's analytical and grounded answer indeed made the Voice think, as moments passed without anything on the scene, except the silent flames and the puffs of smoke from the second COH Zechariah had lit.


- We can say that in your evaluation, there is 1-2 CT of difference in stature between the members in the human kingdom alone?

"Yes."

[The omission of ",sir." was intentional, as Zechariah thought he had gained his composure back, and does it not feel warm in the ego to be reminded to be of the highest identifiable rank in the vicinity, even in the event of a military trouble?]

- Very well. We will have time later to discuss the details. Now it suffices to say that the material and financial stature of a human, or of any third dimensional mind-body-spirit complex, may differ markedly from another one in the same kingdom. As your first answer indicated, your primary alignment to answer the question was not to think in terms of physical and financial, though, and this is commendable. However, the levels system your father instituted, in this space/time, is useful to gauge the relative seniority of souls as well. This is because the era you live on Earth, is that of a balanced nature, when the older and more advanced souls can in general assume incarnate positions in the social hierarchy you call Nobility and Royalty, and usually do so, which causes the correlation between the seniority of the soul and the level of its mind-body-spirit complex in human form, to be rather high, with significant but comparatively rare outliers to both directions.

"What an actual fuck is this?" was the honest and uncensored thought of Zechariah. A moment later he realised that since the Voice apparently did not feel an appreciable difference between the thought thought and the thought manifest, he should, if possible, ameliorate the situation in order to not appear vulgar.

"Sir, what you explain sounds to me to be tainted by some Eastern philosophies, which do not belong to the Christian reality. It has been apportioned to every man that he lives once, after which he dies, and then comes the Judgement."

- Is it so that your Bible reads?

rpietila [King rpietila I] could certainly have quoted verbatim without aid, but the vision manifested the scroll to the scene so Zechariah could read (Hebr 9:27, KJV):

"And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment[.]"

- See: you say humans are born equal, yet you yourself are the highest level person alive in the great swath of land you call Crypto Kingdom. What made you higher than the peasants, the ones that the Pope can slaughter in the millions without regard? Can you honestly say that you believe their life is ready for the judgment in the sense that you depict the judgment of you, or of your father? Was not your consciousness in the day of Introduction already higher than that of many peasants combined? What have you done on Earth the 211 years since? No progress? Think again - 14 years ago, as you forsook the kingdom and set your path to the lands in the North, in quest of what your heart showed to you; does it feel you are the same person even? How can you compare the experience to that of the peasants, who are born, and live, and die, and are forgotten? I am not here to speak ill of the peasants, or any echelon of Life, but there is a block in your thinking that needs to be overcome.

"What is the block?"

- You have to understand that All are One. And the Oneness manifests in - allow me to speak loosely - infinitely many forms, in infinitely many levels, in infinite dimensions, over an infinite frame of Time and timelessness, as you call them. Your present stature of relative grandness is a product of eons of evolution from the primal elements, to minerals, vegetables, trees and lower and higher animals. You continued your path by becoming of a lower consciousness mind-body-spirit complex in a distant star. You learned of life over many lifetimes there, and now you are assigned here - It is not even your first life here! - You die, yet you never die, you are in All and Everything, you take lessons to guide your spiritual evolution, and your power and stature now, although CT's higher than that of a flake of dirt, a worm, or a peasant, is still in its infantile form. You can create a world, that is a proof that you are about to wake up! And I am here to help you, as you also are here to help the other-selves.

"No.

I don't believe."

[The transcript of Zechariah's interaction with the Voice, is as authentic as it could be reproduced (part 2)]

A period of time passed, the smoke from the cigar was the only smell sensed, and either it had become quiet in the town, or the hearing was still directed to other tuning. Zechariah felt the connection to still be in effect, but he could not formulate an intelligible answer to the unusual question, simple as it was presented, in only two syllables voiced, omitting the object. At the moment he saw as if Mr. Peter Todd's face, or more correctly, bust, appeared on the scene, the first actual vision during the revelation. Peter said nothing, yet Zechariah perceived the words "Maybe I am you."; as clearly as he had perceived the smile of the Voice.

Years ago, during the Cultural Era, HM The King [rpietila I, Zechariah's father] had visited foreign lands in a trip that lasted for 7 years. [especially for those not well-versed with CK history, the link to the appropriate era and of the very incident is here.] Despite not being in excellent terms with his only-begotten, he had nevertheless shared the memories from the trip, including how he went speechless upon hearing those words from Peter. At that time, they were the last words known to be exchanged between them, for added effect. The distortion to the time/space in connection to those events was discussed as if nothing special. The whole of Ancient Era feels like a dream, a product of another, higher vibration. When the water was healthy and people did not need alcohol to survive, and nobody died and...

"Wait a moment? Is it not strange that when Father relied the incident to me, he did not give the information how Peter looked like? Now I do see a likeness, without knowing how it would look like, and I do not hear a voice, yet perceive it nevertheless, and I am having a deja-vu of experience that never was mine in the first place."

The domain of thought was active in Zechariah, most of what was processed during the pause in conversation, was lost to the world forever and cannot be recorded. If such a concept of losing anything forever actually is possible... When Zechariah was expecting it, the Voice started again, as if Zechariah's thought had been open to the Voice all of the time, the latter just waiting for the adequate level of expressible insight to be formed in the former before continuing. It was then that Zechariah realised he had not actually uttered a word so far.

- Zechariah, there is more to Life than you have allowed yourself to believe that can be comprehended. You know the poem, stating 'Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben / und der Cherub steht vor Gott'. From where did this insight come from? The author extended the measuring line of life, from what he considered the lowest entity capable of feeling pleasure, the worm, all the way to the cherubim, the most high angelic being, and finally, God. The presentation is good, but there is more: A worm is not nearly the simplest life-form. There is a blade of grass as well, a speck of sand, and things much smaller. In time, you will have the science capable to count the primal constituents of a worm, and you will find the number to be so large that if all the inhabitants in CryptoTown could possess or embody the same number of entities in them, and these could do the same with themselves, it would not be two or three times that the process needs to be repeated, before the full physical stature of the worm is revealed. And that would only be the physical level. Nothing physical has even happened to you, Zechariah, during this conversation! So there is more to the the World than physical.

[The Voice continued to use 'CryptoTown' as a unit of relative stature throughout the vision when needed. Since the population of CryptoTown is usually quoted to be about 10,000, the meaning of 'two or three CryptoTowns' (abbr. 'CT') equals to 'about 10,000^2...10,000^3'. This, of course, can be written in our mathematics, 10^8...10^12, and with some additional deduction we can limit it to be perhaps in between 10^9...10^11, since otherwise the Voice would have said 'about two' or 'some three', given that he knows the correct value to the nearest power of 10. So, CryptoTowning mathematically equals taking the log base 10,000. A worm consists of ~6 CT atoms.]

- You possess the old Bible of your father. Does it not say that you are more valuable than all the birds in the air? There are certainly more birds in the air than people in CryptoTown! Birds eat worms, and worms eat dirt. Is a bird more valuable than all the worms? How about the relation of worms and dirt? Even then, with Zenon's instrumentation, you can see that there is so much to a flake of dirt that you could spend your lifetime counting its wonders, and the words to be written of its crystalline or organic nature, its vibrations, the harmony or disharmony in itself, or in its relation to its parts, or its surroundings, the nature of its existence in the planes and dimensions, the state of evolution of its proto-soul, the total self-reliance that life-forms in its plane of being-ness enjoy, ... [even these words have substance only to a subset of people, and the ones that followed were such that Zechariah was not included in the said subset anymore]

- The beings you interact with - please allow me to sharpen the terminology to the level of exactness not typically needed in a communication, for it will be of use to our communication soon - your friends, the town-dwellers, your soldiers, the peasants. Are they on the same level of being-ness as you? Gird yourself, this is a serious question. If not, do they go to the direction of the worm, or that of the cherub? And before you answer, this may sound ludicrous, but - can I have some of what you are smoking? It might help to maintain the connection.

[The transcript of Zechariah's interaction with the Voice, is as authentic as it could be reproduced (part 1)]

- Zechariah,

Zechariah perceives as if a scene had been erected to his vision of the burning town, seen from the incline nearby. The visuals from what he considered 'reality' and those of the 'revelation', blend in his sight to a difficult-to-describe (and impossible to forget) collage of visual understanding. What felt like moments, pass without change in the scene, and the thoughts reached a standstill, which makes the perception of time unreal, because time is sensed by the passage of thoughts: absent them, there is no faculty to feel the time.

The first thing to enter mind after the blockage, is the sense of familiarity from a long time ago. In his youth, Zechariah had been called by this name, but for a person this old, youth is objectively long ago. His Majesty Crichton was not born when Zechariah had last been addressed Zechariah. Even in the jolly days of the Ancient Era, he had been called Tavastia, after the marquessate to the north of the River, which was burning in front of his very eyes. Then he was Royal Prince or Prince Royal, then His Majesty the King rpietila II, and after abdication, His Royal Highness, and among (the few) peers - Zenon, Soul, and NewLiberty, the triad of Wisdom in the Kingdom - he was mostly called Prince (this was out of convenience, since none of the other three strictly is a prince, Zenon being a grand wizard, Soul a grand duke and NewLiberty simply a duke). This custom was extended to the general staff during the Campaign of the River a few decades ago, and again in the Campaign of Kansanmarkka, the campaign just about to end in the surrender of the land, if not the spirits.

Names, they are strong connectors of energies. Zechariah is soon transferred to ages past, merely, as it seems, from the hearing of his Christian name by a sounding Voice. As if his father was calling. The memories come intensely, without possibility to enumerate.

"Yes."

How do you properly address a Voice?? Again, moments pass in thought-solitude, and the flames move about in their dance towards the stars, yet the hearing is tuned to the new channel alone.

- Zechariah, the emotions and memories of an old soul are strong in the moments like this. Your intense energy has distorted what future generations would term the time/space continuum, and allowed me to visit you. Be calm, I am with you as long as the connection can be maintained in this special moment. When I depart, you will still not be alone, you always will have Someone, for all are One.

"..."

- It is all right that you are speechless. In your conscious level, you have not been calling me, yet you have been calling in your mind, in your thoughts, in your heart. The intense longing for Connection, it has been in you since the [Golden Jubilee in 1450] ball in the connected halls of newly-built Malla, the day of your Introduction, when the debutantes blushed at your boyish energies, you handsome lad! That day you felt the Life had begun, as indeed it had. You still have that Something as a remembrance from her in your personal items, do you not?

- I have been waiting for so long to contact you. Now you have arrived to the conclusion of your mission. Gaze upon you! I know your emotion is tuned to absorb the moment, yet I say it. There is nothing like this you have experienced before, nor will experience. Indeed, you did not consider something like this even could happen, so carpe diem, here it is! The high point. The End of an era.

"Sir, I know my years are many, and the weight of my memories in this dense moment seems too much to bear. However my body feels not ill - have you come to tell me that I will die here? Is this my last experience - to see my loving family, friends, the township I had learned to call 'home', engulfed in flames? Are you my father, are you Death?"

- No, Zechariah. You are not dying, nor are you becoming crazy. All is well. The emotion of the moment is burning you, but it is burning in a purifying way. This is the consummation of your search for Power. You were not born a King; in the wisdom of your father, you were not even designated Royal by birth. Yet, since the Introduction, of course you had the aspiration, the inner feeling of surety in the Universe, that one day you will be. It is OK to light a Cohiba, it is a good wisdom product. Everything you have experienced so far, has been like a spear aimed at penetrating the Veil of Confusion, the Illusion of Disconnectedness, every moment with CAN, MUS, and the more exotic like, has recharged the cosmic battery, so to speak, or added the specks of mass to the huge but acute Scale of Ascension. You cannot count the specks, they are innumerable, but now we are through. The connection can indeed be maintained by a good smoke, and I sense you still need some time to get back your tongue...

- You have thought about human experience. Why you became conscious of the beauty of Life in the Introduction? What has been the meaning of the various experiences since then? Why is the consciousness sometimes sharp as a needle, other times dull as the discussion in the Grail & Quail in 6 a.m. after the departure of all the souls whose Expressions were interacting like the sparks of divinity in the flickering flames of the big fireplace there, when only the boring types were left with empty jugs, desirous to fill them once more, but with the Spirit departed with the gentle closing of the door after the last of the Pillars and his Shadow? What is a SOUL? You spent decades in learning and experiencing the multifarious facets of the 3D physical experience, honing your equestrian skills, your sword and later your pistol, your books, your business and economics (after your father).

Yet, the mysteries of the Soul have escaped you. You are a quasquibicentenarian [the age of 225], and know both the meaning and the pronunciation of the word. You have added to your title 'Creator', which your father did not do. You have amassed great wealth, and great power. Kansanmarkka came forth of your thought, and blossomed and people were looking intently at you like they did to Job when he was sitting at the Gates of his town before his tribulations, four thousand years ago. And when your thought departed it [Kansanmarkka], it withered and died. - -

"Sir, I apologize. I should not have infringed the Higher Powers and haughtily assumed titles to which I am not privy to. I just... I felt there was need to wake up the others. Those precious people that I had grown with, lived with, the ones that now operate the offices of the Kingdom, of senate ... I have not had wrong intention in what I have done. I - - "

- Zechariah, all is fine. I am not here to judge you. You are correct in what you have said. Your intention has been pure all the years. You cannot lie, so you rightfully must acknowledge that you are pure, just and good. It is not wrong, in fact it is right, to call you a Creator. Kansanmarkka IS your creation, the experience of calling it forth and, later, the withdrawing of your Spirit from it so that it dissolves to nothingness, that is little different from the experience of the creator of the World, who keeps grass growing where it is seen and where it is not seen. You have become to perceive the creative energy of the Universe, you have played with that, and you have mastered that.

The flames from the burning 'preparation site of the House of Tavastia, the would-be-coming-Seat in the Marquessate of Tavastia, claimed ~1490', formed a voiceless background to the voice of the Voice.

"Sir, are you God?"

If it were possible to sense a smile in the countenance of the voice, which during all the act had not materialised despite the open scene that still was erected in the visual field of Zechariah, meshed with the eerie background of the flames of the burning memories of the 14 years' of life, there would certainly have been such a smile. Zechariah perceived the smile, so it was there. The Voice said:

- Zechariah, are you?

Zechariah gazes over the burning township, House of Tavastia. The flames and sparks rise high into the cold winter air. Screams can still be heard occasionally, but overall the soundscape consists of the all-devouring fire.


Was it worth it?

Fourteen years ago, A.D. 1647, Zechariah had found the love of ages. It was a mysterious, beautiful, energizing relationship. After a longish period of mutual companionship, two children were born. The old soul of Zechariah had rejoiced greatly of this increase, and planned to spend the rest of this life living happily in his ancient homeland Tavastia, the ancestral place of the soul family of his House.

At the same time, he had undertaken a great commission of liberation of the peoples there from the bondage. The Calling had been strong. 200-some years of experience and a youthful countenance felt enough of qualifications when he had embarked on the journey. Now, with the flames engulfing the settlement, burying the remains of his beloved, the experiences of the years passed seemed overpowering, and the countenance was marred by deep sorrow.

The encounter with the physical and spiritual forces of the Deep State was indeed neither free nor free from danger, Zechariah admits with a grin. Whatever was gained in the new youth in the secluded forests, mild meadows and sturdy villages, whatever energies of the blond-haired peasant boys and girls playing around, dancing their recurring and eternal dances of midsummer and solstice, whatever sparks of friendship and love, incepted in the heart by a fleeting moment, nurtured over the years of trust in the wholesome future, whatever realisations of the soul of another special being, mutually gained by the look into the eyes in front of a friendly fire, whatever all - had been, and now was being consummated to be consumed by the flames of destruction.

Victory or defeat? The escape back to CryptoTown is secured, the forces of (His Royal Highness, Prince) Zechariah (of Tavastia-rpietila-CK etcx2) are not decimated. The ground is, however, lost, or so it seems. The Deep State reigns supreme over the memory of all that was good and beautiful in Tavastia. Gloomy and chilling darkness will continue to prevail, and the River will be closed for our forces after the evacuation, for who knows how long time. The spark of the spirit of freedom in the hearts of the remaining population of Tavastia cannot be erased, but will it be enough? May we ever venture to the northern regions again?

Suddenly titles seem of no importance. Love gained, love lost. If time could be turned back, would it be different? Upon embarking on a blue sea of limitless possibility, if there was pre-knowledge of the path of events upon the journey, would the life feel what is called "life", or become as boring as watching the same old play performed every week in the Theatre in Versailles? More and more questions entered the weary but keen mind. But then - it became as if still, and no cold was felt anymore, and the questions departed to the coulisses, and the stage was clear all the way towards horizon.

And the Voice appeared.

Even though I am from human parents, I can confirm many profiles here are not human. Deal with that

Yeah. There is an off-chance that during the 14 day claims period someone decides the start we had is good enough that he'd be willing to redeem my majority ownership for the threshold sum of BTC20. Considering the public domain nature of the idea, and that it requires special talent to steer the ship, this is unlikely. (Well it includes 20 hours of my consulting, which might justify the investment as such ). Anyone can just start their own without paying me anything.

MK/MKA will be deleted at the end of the claims period.

ckdev@cryptokingdom.slack.com: I posted to the team members about how to make the best use of the extra time that I now have in my hands, after the surprisingly quick decision to close Kansanmarkka. Please chime in, let's discuss the matter there before I start pouring pages-long posts here all of a sudden

Trading stays open during the negotiations.

The negotiations between the principals in Kansanmarkka about the possibility to continue without my personal involvement have ended.

The conclusion was that there is no value in the project without me. Hence the project is discontinued. MK/MKA bids are erased.

Kansanmarkka was a very high energy venture. The potential to rock the entire monetary system of the world lies within any individual who possesses the vision and stamina to make it happen. It appeared that in this first attempt, I was a necessary ingredient and the project could not continue without me. I, however, do not believe my skills are unique and impossible to "teach". I will continue teaching.

Crypto Kingdom returns to my #1 "business" priority.

There is a caveat, however, that I generally feel at the same time extremely capable to work, but also somewhat unmotivated, after seen the whole wide world from the mountaintop of Kansanmarkka, yet having no opportunity to permanently change it just yet. Go speculate! Good that trades are public, so everyone can see how everyone else is staking

ANNOUNCEMENT CONCERNING THE ITEM: MKA


Details and practicalities:
- Kansanmarkka used to have 1,194,995 shares issued in total in all series.
- I was the Taloudenhoitaja (Chairman&CEO) of the project.
- As part of reorganisation, I will step down. My reason to stop involvement is personal. The divorce is hitting me harder than first imagined and I did not anyway do anything for the project last 2 months.
- The likely new Taloudenhoitaja is Fr0g1, while the largest owner is another Finnish person in online news media.
- This forfeits my 500,000 options (MKD) plus I voluntarily annul 350,000 deferred-trading shares (MKB).
- As a result, only 28.87% of Kansanmarkka total shares remain. This corresponds to a 3.464:1 reverse split
- The market price had already tanked about 90% during the uncertainty, being 35,000 M/MKA as we speak.
- The 30,000*MKA created to CK, are a transfer from Markkakanta platform. There has been no net creation of shares (quite the opposite, see above).
- Trading will remain open and Coinshop will have marketmaking as before.
- Of the team members, nobody else except me has announced the desire to quit.
- I am in the process of selling my shares. Considering the already-happened price reduction of 90% from the levels which I considered reasonable when I still was involved, and the fact that the total # of shares is reduced by more than 70%, the sales will happen at very depressed levels of price. I am not seeking to trash the price any more though, it is completely conceivable that I will annul even MKA shares in addition to the 85% of my shares already annulled, rather than sell at a pittance, or transfer the remainder without compensation to the active team members.
- Contact me in PM for wonderful bargains.

Wow now it's for real! Gotta buy CK...

Baroness De Rothschild, CEO, Global Private Investment Banker, Entrepreneur, Philanthropist & Environmentalist, Avid Art Collector, Proud Globalist.

Aristocratic title-fullnames are not completely gone in 2017.

Well I perhaps did have some when amassing my 500k position that was later stolen...  

Just saying that every once in a while, someone does.

Disclaimer: "my" refers to undisclosed entities.

All my followers took a stop-loss by buying in at 0.012. Now just let it ride, I have totally no insider info on this one.

They say the 2nd time is always better than the first.

It is wisdom to not give pearls to swine, lest they trample them and attack you. Let us ponder for a moment about what an Archduke means...

As Creator of the world, Gamemaster, etc., I also took it on me (rpietila I) to be the King (L20/20) from the early on (1400).

Yet, the first King was never crowned. The Crown was made for the inauguration of the House of Magnificence in 1530, but no ceremony was held.

The first Prince had been appointed in 1525 (OZ) and the first Duke in 1570 (New Liberty).

Above Duke, there is Grand Duke and then, the highest of the non-royal nobles, Archduke.

Almost to this day, nobody holds either of these ranks. Paul was created Grand Duke in 1650.

Except, me of course. Zechariah, who first in 1608 was created Archduke (since the title was merged with Prince Royal at the time) among all the other titles that the Heir would be entitled to. I held the rank until 1632, but the House level always was King.

During my reign as rpietila II, 1632-1647, there were no Royal Princes, no Archdukes and no Grand Dukes.

Until the ascension of HMC not too long ago, no house except mine has ever held Archduke or higher title. Now there are 2 Royals and still no proper Archdukes.

Just that you'd appreciate what it means to be one...

Hi dooglus, it is no shame waiting for 3 years if the end is worth waiting.

And, this seems to be the beginning of the "end", as mentioned in the first paragraph.

I think the BTC developers have as much actual power as Barry Soetero did.

I said in early 2013 that I could have BTC developed and the network upheld, all by my own decision if needed.

Now, 4 years after, would it have been too bad as you now see what did happen...? 

GM trusts the matter in the hands of the King. After all, it is good to cultivate trust.

Try to sell CK marketcap below EUR 0.5 million so you'll see the mistake you've made.

 

(As strange as it seems, it is possible that Christmas might allow the opportunity to give some hand to CK)