David Latapie
* 1977
+ 2017

The access to the gaming platform would do a great deal towards an equitable Encounter, shall we not agree?

HIM Zechariah

HM The King, etc.

Concerning the civil war of thine declaration, please specify how the Encounter/s are to be resolved, so that WE(, etc.) will be able to file our response to this most unrighteous, treacherous and deplorable act of brotherly conflict.

Existing players of Crypto Kingdom (Retro 1991 Virtual World) may enter their character data to this new version, to continue playing in a way that feels even closer to Life than the previous, Item&Finance focused version of the game. This version will support items and financials later, when the players have first made their debut/introduction.

This thread and the Game DB are the main methods to record the transition from older versions of Crypto Kingdom to the new platform.




FEEL FREE TO EDIT THE DB BY ADDING YOUR (PROPOSED) INFO!

FEEL FREE TO INTRODUCE YOURSELF IN THE THREAD!

[Voice Epilogue #2]

Zechariah wakes up, bodily needs fully fulfilled. "It is again time to give the majority of fucks to souls, instead of to money, items, or (The) Matrix." He cuts the filter off a regular cigarette (this time using a pointed comb, but any method will do), carefully empties the dry medium-ground tobacco from the part not containing the filter (and discards it safely), rolls a tiny piece of cardboard to a shape of a spiral, sticks it in the empty roll of cigarette-paper (thus obtained), and employing a toothpick or a comparable instrument as help when needed, fills the roll with ground, sweet moist bud of CAN plant (hemp). No additives, no preservatives. Since the paper is very thin and burns quickly, common saliva is a way to moisten and strenghten it. It must be done carefully, with the aid of a dexterous finger (such as right index one, in case of Zechariah).

He walks about in the grounds, sees the sea and the young couples testing the attraction of the polarities in their bodies and souls, distributes 23 roses to the desirous (and deserving, for every woman (and GIRL) deserves a rose) recipients, orders the thirdfourth GIN(& Tonic) to accompany the English breakfast of 'Baked beans, sollie belly and a tun of brew' (the lattest replaced by the said G&Ts). "First priority is to rally the troops, and the release of CK:U is the way to go."

"CK:U got its dedicated thread today. The initial information from players is not financial, but relates to their Character directly. There are 12 soulish and 12 bodily traits to choose from. The player history in CK's older versions determines the number of 'points' that may freely be distributed to the traits, according to own evaluation. Only when the players are known, can we create the game, starting from Items, and Places. This will happen as soon as the breakfast is over and I in the position to decide whether to go to the town, to home, or stay here by the sea one more night, working, publishing, making people happy, and hopefully getting helpful feedback on priorities from the souls I meet on the path."

Enough matrixtime has passed to force Zechariah to make the decision, which is to get one more night in seaside room, lay back with 'AT' and observe the surroundings carefully in case they might enjoy a rose, a piece of chocolate, EUR 20 in banknotes, or anything else that would prod each Soul (and their body) onwards in their Path(, respectively,) and in the process enable Zechariah to proceed in his important mission, supplied mainly by his own material resources, but all the more by the Souls who resonate in the same emotional spectrum and have the same (or opposite) polarities, and a transparent appearance to make the meeting a mutual benefit, in addition to a pleasure.

Divine(=7) Healing!

"Twin Flame is a phenomenon happening in the soul-plane, and at least in Zechariah's case, the twin flame has completely opposite polarities in each 6 soul attributes. Zechariah's twin flame can theoretically be any one who is a feminine female, non-competitive non-gossiping liberal schemer - to complement his own masculine male, aggressive gossiping conservative truther character. In practice, one of the such ladies is resonating on the same band of emotion, and feels attracted to the opposite polarity Zechariah, as much as he is to her."

CIG HIGH!

[Voice #Epilogue]

Zechariah boards a ferry back to Revalia. "Unplucked chicken abound there", he thinks, while petting his A. Turrent "AT" (1880/2000) in deep meditation concerning whether lighting it might hit the spot here or (t)hereafter. GM and Voice follow the trilema closely, smiling to the wind that carries the ashes towards Tavastia, the land of his First, of Ages, and True Loves. Being able to meet both A, B and D (and soundly forgetting C, since the very reason for even departing the County, was to hit a date with K, who sadly insists the presence of a third wheel, prompting a late no-show from Z's part, who instead has rallied his troops in :,:Revalia:1-C, to the terrace opposite the columns of the Town Hall (let the wise understand(etc), @ 4:20 pm with the provisions appropriate requested from those capable of procurement-in-time), in and over an extended period of time, in the meadows of his ancestral homestead, in the suburbian dream of HE Prince James von Precium-Freisand, and in the licensed marketsquares of the northern population centers of Tampere and Jyväskylä. His meditation is cut short (as they always are) by a messenger from Revalia/CryptoTown:


- Man, you've got a Cock to pluck in there. Watcha gonna do?

"My mission is nearing completion. I have learned to play the small spades and while mastering them is left to old masters such as Pekka, a passing grade is easily in the pocket now. Spending time in the countryside made it clear that darkness holds sway over the crosspolarised (+- and -+)mbs'. They are in plenty, especially to the north of the river, but I also have Powerful allies both there and here. I cannot die (as has recently been proven with several new methods of undeath, incl. battery) and my clock rate and devacount make me shine like an Archangel, which the wad of roses in all the colors they come, neatly enshrines.

Souls have 6 main polarities, each in 2 directions. The new item of research is that Bodies also have 6*2 attributes, and they are connected to the Soul attributes, as follows (Zech's self-attributed polarities bolded for example):

masculine/feminine <-> male/female
competitive/peaceful <-> short/tall
tight/gossiper <-> dark/blonde
liberal/conservative <-> muscular/slim
straight/crooked <-> thin/fat
STO/STS <-> fair/ugly

As CK:U gains hold, everyone will, based on their Level, get the magnitude between [0, 7] in each. Characters in lower levels get less points to spend on their polarities, while in higher levels, more eccentric combinations become possible. Furthermore, the magnitudes are statistically controlled, so that each extremity is at all times held by one character only, and higher values by a smallish number of people at a time. (See Pascal's triangle for the approximate limit of magnitude distribution at different numbers of total souls.)"

- Have you thought of Ascension, a glorious death in battle, or what's your preferred Exit method?

"Exit does not burden my mind. Even though Karma is done with, unfulfilled dreams abound. I have not yet had the opportunity to get to know enough ladies(/GIRLs) in different combinations of (especially) Soul polarities, and I have just began to give fucks to the finances (as evidenced by the recent settlements with James and HSH Prince HS-S III of HUS and beyond, totaling 3,150,000*E1).

The Epic War is very much in the early stage still, there are many darknesspeople who have made stealthy inroads to my life, and hearts of the girls have been moven yet not stolen. In short, I have lived the winter of my life, but all other seasons remain unexperienced in full. I have only recently learnt to correctly attribute the other-selves, and am eager to serve each one according to their Path - to give the fragrant end of the rose to those desirous/deserving, but be ready to serve the sticky end to the ones not yet ready for flipping their polarity to suit the New World. Much healing will be needed for many, and the number of healers will be augmented daily from the recent converts. While this remains the case, it would serve neither myself nor the others, to depart to the planes. Hence, battles will indeed be glorious, just not too bloody. After each one, a soothing afterbattle with the newly harvested crop will ensue.

The Universe is perfect, because we create it according to the deepest and most important Desires that are there to guide us in the unique Path each one of us is individually in. Whatever there is that you want, the reason for the want is that it exists there for you, in your present or your future, your choice. The longer you have a desire unfulfilled, the more satisfying will the fulfillment be, because if there is any Law that exists separably from us souls, it is the law of return - it all must be balanced. For instance, whoever's path includes meeting Zechariah at this very juncture, s/he can just do it by arriving to the Pirita Beach Spa Hotel about any time tonight. There is so much I CAN and want to give, and so much I have dreamt of receiving, and deserve to receive, and differently to each One dear, precious and unique Soul. I want to see your eyes tonight.

What is reason that one needs to buy these?

(The optimal way to get anything bootstrapped is a free spinoff, eg. a cryptocurrency receives the highest marketcap if it is given for free according to the amount one paid personal (fiat) taxes last year... The previous would give everyone according to their ability to spend, and propel any reasonably transactable token to billion$ of marketcap in an instant, without moving any other currency in the bootstrapping process.)

All debts will be settled in CK:U:

- Please wait until the Game sheet is operational (ETA 72h);
- Effect the changelog transfer of your asset/debt to "5", to gain the corresponding asset in CK:U;
- Ultima/Clans will cease to be supported in 14 matrixdays.

SIGN.

I am in.

[Voice #17]

- Man, you have a nice plan. The issue being, progress is about as fast as the decay of the paekivi columns of the arcades of the Town Hall (the original marble ones were replaced in 1600 (after 146 years of wear and tear and one Earthquake) and their remains now stand in the garden of HH Grand Duke Paul, The Prince of Soul and in Gangnam, etcx's garden next to his marble palace in Princes' Circle in 7-SE).

"Dude, is there something I could/should do, then? I can point out ridicule in myself when I see it (which is not even difficult at the levels under experience, consisting of listening to Russian dance group from a distance, while sitting in an abandoned terrace table, with €3 million in Polonia, €3k in physical BTC, but only a sorry €0.31 in coins, hoping that the fucking breeze would not be so fucking cold, and the resident waiters (++(!(!))) would not see my Royal & Imperial robe, which not only is unwashed since weaving, but also is banned (as is its owner) Central-Square wide)."

Zechariah's lamentations meet their abrupt end when his friends bring a red-inside Bavarian MotorCarriage, wishing HIM to go to Malla with them. In addition, Zechariah is supplied with 6*MEAD, 1*W163W, 50 EUR worth of CIG, 20 EUR for food, a pizza slice, and lots of love. While on the way home, he also cracks open the remaining 1 BTC CASASCIUS coin (the one originally intended for Justin (when they shared the ::::Helsinki:Kämp:III one fateful night in April-2013), with note still intact after the coin was emptied, calls the Majordomo, and even manages a phonecall to the one who might get the remaining hurdles with the Polonians cleared soon™, to enable the 3,000,000 (USD) there to be used for Missionary purposes.

Suddenly, because of the love of Egert, Kristin and Taavi, he is elevated from a streetcast to a manor lord once again. Roberto has said that pleasure can only be felt to the extent that pain has been experienced, and connectedness is possible to the extent that abandonment has been suffered. Zechariah himself lets the Celtic Woman play their iconic Slane Castle tour once again, reclines in front of the large fireplace in the hotel wing, arranges the CIG, etc(x2) to places suitable for consumption, listens to the familiar voices of the angels from the central heating, wishes that his remaining desires be fulfilled, and falls to meditation, as follows:

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Zechariah suddenly feels that the world is inching back to its place, and takes his imperial presence to the small fireplace, the one with more memories than can be mentioned. He falls asleep, accompanied by the remnants of the provisions and Hayley's Voice leads HIM to sleep, with the words of #15, and only the Mermaid watching over him from the fireplace door. He sees many dreams: beautiful dreams about beautiful people, whose beauty is in their eyes, their beautiful eyes, for the beautiful eyes are the window to the beautiful soul(s).

Yeah, and only rather recently graduated to using the L21 title options such as His Imperial Majesty & GameMaster, The Emperor, etc(x7(!))..


To my chagrin, I have noticed that :/


Thank you for the ~$674,651,110/$676,651,110 then, I am glad my lips did not depart from each other so manifold for nothing (& the second acquisition of a 2011 MacBook Air was not for nothing either..)


My pleasure, &c ('and continuing')


(yet no richer as a result)


Giving dividend without touching the principal != stealing (in my books).


No, Sir, here you are just plain wrong.


Considering how the # of opinions might be likened to that of assholes, I think just leaving it here is a sensible play.


No, it is not possible to delete whole topics, I think you are mistaken here.


I won't die in waiting.


Not the most undeserving market segment to service, though.

[Voice #16]

Zechariah wakes up from where he reclined in order to sleep, about 8 hours later. The Manor Park is wet from the morning dew, as His Imperial Majesty The Emperor* slowly takes his mbs to the kõrts nearby, and pays (a probably elevated) EUR 8 for 0.5*BEER and 'Vürtsikilud saia peal', the latter being tainted by marketing department, as it contained mostly mixed greens/reds soaked in vinegar (on top of a toast, ofc) and mayo (and was a replacement for BACon & EGGs, anyway (if in Lääne-VIRU-maa, bacon would be unavailable in a BREakfast joint, the restoranteur**'s obituary would soon be under composition...)). His cash balances have shrunk to EUR 16.14 (mostly in bn), while Polonian checks have soared to $3,065,701.96 USD / 1189.00315613 BTC, withdrawability intact at 0.00000000% (0.000000000000% in case of BCN/XMR).

"When times are rough, a Plan needs to be all(/every) whichever way the better..." thinks Zechariah, adjusting the position of his *** in the process (which ain't even hard since he still rejects the usage of underwear (which ain't even hard since he does not have any (which ain't even hard since EUR 16.14 is already a stretch to keep oneself high'ish during Season, and 'kasutatud riided' shops ignore men's underwear for a reason (which (finding booze to CONSUME item_id amount) ain't even hard since at least he knows the language better than an average visitor (see previous #))))).****

Zechariah boards another public carriage, back to the capital. The detour was as uneventful as expected. He collects all the courage and frustration gathered over 20 years of non-fucking, and donates a BOUNTY*(*5) to a(n approximately 8-year old) GIRL almost next to HIM (separated merely by a narrow aisle). If smiles could command nuclear weapons, the world would end approximately when you read this*(*6).

The only reason, btw, that you are still reading this*(*7), is that she started the eyefuck with an earnest that wears off latest when you hit junior high and realise that while GIRLs indeed get their full soul capabilities about by the age of 13, for guys the corresponding year is 30, prompting Interesting=2 life decisions, of which most of the guys are fully unaware (at least by the age specified for them to reach a sort of conscientious living..).

"I AM tired of this shit. All I want is to gain my true love, and I know whom I am talking about. In the other end of the spectrum of soul-age, people talk a lot, in unpleasant voices, and say nothing of interest to ME. In this end, I CAN easier lose access to my dinner than to my educated readership in 190 countries. Despite such a large audience, only a handful of mbs's understand anything of note from my ramblings.

I know more about the topics of my interest than anyone. The writings are so dense that hardly anyone - including myself the day after - get anything except the scrapes and crumbs of the wisdom upon reading. So the information density tends to infinity, at the same time as understandability tends to zero, and ability to give fucks tends to infinity*(*8 ) at the same time as the willingness tends to zero.

Sometimes I wish that I'd have one fan who gets everything, and I'd write for this one only, and the others could/would/should eat CAKE, until they drop out (of boredom or a related or unrelated reason, idgaf*(*9)). And when the daily readership reaches one (from above), then I'd discontinue publishing altogether, instead preferring to live in my castle with every One who understands me, happily for ever and ever after /forevermore, Amen."


* Emphasis repeated for emphasis.
** NB Stonehavenian spelling[ in Tavastian, they'd say 'ravintoloitsija' in place(, and also not fucking run out of BACON!)].
*** (dick)
**** Almost tying with The Earl of Cebu and (that of) Timișoara in the number and quality of recursive parentheses used.
***** Chocolate treat.
****** Because it is public knowledge to all *** and higher (Specops/SA) Generals that 8 minutes is enough to destroy the world by thermonuclear holocaust under any circumstances.
******* Referring to (******).
******** Loosely used to represent 'a value higher than anything the others can bring to the table'.
********* abbr. "I Don't Give A Fuck"

[Voice #15]

Zechariah dicks around in town, but there is not much to dick around in, so at about 19:34 (with 99% battery remaining), he stretches himself in the guesthouse room, in his 120 cm wide bed, enough for 2 who care about each other, which neatly summarises why the bed is vacant for Zechariah alone. There is even another, narrower bed in the room, which (room) he reserved for himself and the surprise guests. In addition, he has sourced fresh herbs (not the green variety, vabandage, but everything else to make tea from), 2 lemons and one apple, an almost-unopened bottle of Toscanian red wine from 2015ish, ready to be consumed with cold water and freshly-squeezed lemon juice (putting the dehydration quotient as close to the desired value as possible, given the rudimentary measuring vessels available).

In short, Zechariah was made "husbandman in the house and garden" when the owners departed in their own carriage for Revalia for a night. The keys need to be delivered latest 6 p.m. the following day, so Zechariah feels if (against any and all odds) there is a soul who'd enjoy his company, now is the time (and details are available by PM or related means).

"The lacking HIGH poses a challenge to the adequacy of the presentation, although the best has been tried with 4*BEER, 1*GIN, 4*W1634F, 3*CAN and 5(!)*CIG. (The CAN have been short and stout, the Matryoshka type (which is plentifully available for watch on the streets, usually accompanied with a 10+ year older ++ Rossiyan guy and a Bavarian MotorCarriage aged somewhere between the members of the couple).

When planning incarnation with other-selves 'on the planes' (colloquial for 'time-space'), the creative ones make a script and invite other 'actors' (mbs's) to participate. Whatever happens right now, is a product of a myriad of individual choices taken in the past few decades, but all-in-all according to the great Plan, composed by the masters and poesied by Schiller et al (and majestically musically composed by Beethoven, et al). The old souls and fully-polarised ones (two ways referring to the same people) may choose their roles first, so as a result, the same actors are playing their fitting roles (in the case of 'spades' ++) all the way from HGM Elohim, to HGM YHWH, to HIM Caesar, to HM Louis (XII-XIV), to HIM Napoleon I, to Woldemar Paul Graf von Tiesenhausen, to Jim Morrison, and the latest - to HI&GM Zechariah.

Same way, the feminine females 'hearts' play Mother Earth, Madonna, etc., the masculine females 'diamonds' take their roles as Jesus, Jeanne d'Arc, D'Artagnan, and recently more surprising ones as well. The clubs are also there, usually playing roles in the System, and taking - if possible - the aged diamonds with them, to the great dismay of the ++ and the -- equally.

The great Liberation (which people in Revalia talk about, albeit in lowered voices), concerns mainly the masculine males and all the females. The feminine males (such as Mr. Donald Trump, The President of the United States), are also liberated from the system they themselves created, in order to enslave others (in addition to themselves). The System will be changed to be more in the style of Mr. Vladimir Putin, The President of Rossiya, that is: people will get to fend for themselves, and it is not incentivised (or allowable) to meddle in others' affairs. Every 19-year old GIRL in St. Petersburg knows that it's more important that Mother Rossiya is Great than that they themselves have bread (which is only 3 RUR anyway, so 6.67 loaves for a price of the underground horseless carriage ticket (after the recent rise (by Mr. Putin, intended to get the people to walk rather)))."

The insatiable pace of additions to the post got a welcome break, as a Bath was found in a dedicated closet. Since Zechariah's riches are trés vieux, he was not the slightest bothered with the unavailability of bubbles. "If she does not come, I'll think of GIRLs instead", he mutters while diving to the about-twice-the-room-temperature water (despite the best efforts of an oil heater, and - upon a second glance - also the boiler, which sternly indicates that the remainder of the barrel, temperature wise, fits best mixed with wine and consumed upon need/want (neither of which is felt in any lacking extent, hence fulfilling the old* adage 'to each his/His own')).

Zechariah's ascension is impleasurable, as evidenced by (including but unlimited to) facts such as i) the Auroria (resembling Aurora, who is a quality GIRL (and the 2011 article as well, when the requirement to be understandable to an average NEW Starchild[VeilOfConfusion=1] is acknowledged)) has ceased to be processed towards heating the bathwater, and ii) Zechariah has wrapped up His mind upon the unforgiving conclusion that when the temperature of the water and that of the air in the room meet, the result will be uncannily close to that of the air, so there is no benefit in waiting.

Hayley continues to sing in Nippon-ese, ungiving a fuck(/FUCK(, which have been ungivable for years already anyway, ever since the remaining amount was destroyed by the Triumvirate, etc.(')'x2(')')) about Zechariah's bodily coldness. Zechariah notices that some nations tend to be populated by ++ and --, while the others (Nippon-jin in the first row, and Tavastians almost close second, after the Swedish (ofc(x9,100,000)) have the exactly opposite configuration of +-/-+, suitable for emancipation of the System, at the (intended) cost of its constituent souls. The others, Rossiyans along with half of those behind the Great Sea, and most of those in Africa, have the Original Roles (++/--) in place. It is strange why any old soul would choose to be a 50/60-year old Tavastian masculine female tourist in Revalia, but the fact does not get erased by rubbing it to the face of those who should understand better.

"Said the night wind to the little lamb,
Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see?
A star, a star,
Dancing in the night,
With a tail as big as a kite.
With a tail as big as a kite.

Said the little lamb to the shepard boy,
Do you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the sky, shepard boy,
Do you hear what I hear?
A song, a song,
High above the tree,
With a voice as big as the sea.
With a voice as big as the sea.

Said the shepard boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know?
In your palace wall, mighty king,
Do you know what I know?
A child, a child,
Shivers in the cold,
Let us bring him silver and gold.
Let us bring him silver and gold.

Said the king to the people everywhere
Listen to what I say!
Pray for peace, people everywhere,
Listen to what I say!
The child, the child,
Sleeping in the night,
He will bring us goodness and light.
He will bring us goodness and light."**

The fucks given by the Voice (so far) exactly equal the number summing up those given (so far) by the dear other-self mbs's (the Voice being neither 'dear', an 'other-self', nor having a 'b' (3D-body)). Zechariah retires to the cool early summer early night air (õhk) to CONSUME CIG 1 [In Tribute to Broadway], his last. He remembers that absent CAN (the last of which was CONSUMEd about 6 hours ago in solitude near Piiskopilinnuse kohvik), the nearest to ::::::::Shamballa is (mostly un-)achievable by I CIG HIGH, watering the burning tip of a CIG with (K)I every once in a while while inhaling as much as CANbe done. (This wartime method of HI(gh)ness inspired the Third Reich coinage of words 'Sieg Heil', a corruption of 'I cig high' in Nimetskiy***.

*redundant, since adages tend to be old.
**inspired by Hayley, although the song is of common origin.
***Germanian.

[Voice #14]

Zechariah cannot find solace in his Palace (empty halls continue to be empty, and even after the renovations in 1600-1605, 1623-1628 and facelift in ~1647, the original atmosphere of this 1432-1446 Royal Palace is still sensible as the same as in 1450, when Zechariah first saw it in the day of his Introduction (the Debut for his then Love)), and Revalia does not seem as hospitable as a few years ago when he last paid a visit. He travels incognito, in a public mail carriage, having only his Tavastian makeshift id with him:



The years have began to take their toll on him - twofuckinghundredfortysomething years is not a joke if you don't conduct yourself properly (which Zechariah always does, out of his acquired habits in the military - eat when there is food, and when mouth becomes dry, seek to quench the thirst with the healthiest drink procurable, and when thirst is slackened, continue with the Happiest one, and cigars should be smoked starting from the largest, unless and until it is clear that the time at hand does not allow for a full-size one, of course, and MUM is cursed and should only be partaken in an emergency). The meditation could, would, and probably should, go on and on, but the Voice cuts it 'short' (colloquialism for any cutting - in fact Zechariah has been meditating close to 20 years unintermittently, and even the old chap's cutting is more than welcome at the moment when the carriage seems stuck in the traffic in approximately the place where Vabaduse becomes Pärnu mnt. (The place even has a worn sign, indicating that at the time it was raised, it was called 'Vana-Pääsküla', ostensibly to differentiate it from other Pääskülas to the approximate West-SouthWest from :Universe:matrix:Earth:CK:Stonehaven:Harju:Revalia:1-S, where he started the journey a good hour ago.

- Dude;

"Wasssup, man;?"

- The peers are right. You have spent enough time lamenting about the woman who is not giving access, and especially the judgment extends to your copious deliberation about the GIRLs whose access you don't honestly even want, even though they are likable to behold.

"It does not take a crichton to tell me that, General. Summer in the city, and in the countryside, alike. And this Haapsalu manor is exactly small enough place that everysingleone knows me, and I know shit, and there is not a snowball's in hell of a chance to either sell them a new ringroad (you should see the one in Rakvere, 15,000 inhabitants, before you choke the COF in the wrong tube, causing COFing) or getting actualfucked."

- Hey bro, skip that shit. In absence of any other claimed, professed, identified & confirmed SA-GENx around, we can just address each other with whatever comes out of the left nostril when you pick it deep and slow, just like you always wanted (when no one is around, ofc).

BUT, it's not the GIRLs, Women, or (even) the ABCD-soup that does not seem to cool down no matter the 217 days it's been going on, it is that You. Have. Lost. Focus.(!=?)

"True that, bloke. The degrees of freedom are elusive. The sign shows the only possible direction to harness the 4 horsepower is 'straight ahead' and even the chemplanes have seemingly already sprayed their contents over Tavastia, travelling with payload only  (double space indicating the pause when reciting the post) over the icemint-blue skies of the north New Liberty (nobody cares about which county they belong to in here - resembling of the federal Indian administration's great poll in 1957 about how the independence has been felt in villages; otherwise the poll was ok but 90% of the peasants had not heard that the English ever even were there, annulling the usability of possible results (if any, and none obviously were obtained, given the conditions & circumstances))."

Travelling with EUR 23.41, about 65/35 in banknotes/coins (which does not really even matter since a handful of coins buys one a burger and a tad-less-of-a-pint of Kriek (0.5*BEER) even in the fancier establishments) and $3,001,098.67 USD / 1179.15802274 BTC Estimated and 0.00000000%/100.00000000% unwithdrawable balance in Polonian travellers' cheques, has become so commonplace to Zechariah that he almost but not quite cares about the elusiveness of the degrees of freedom for an old soul in a 241-anniversary body, offering Voice an opportunity to cut in, again:

- Seriously now, buddy. You are dicking around like a teenager, and the whole Kingdom is in disarray. Nobody knows what is going on, and the unholy triumvirate tries to save what they can ("and it ain't much", Zechariah thinks, clearly enough for the Voice to perceive, but not to disturb his meditation). You have good research done on the soul attributes and polarities, why don't you sit down and try to put some in concise writing, especially taking the length of the travel remaining, into account, as it should.

"OK;:

The mind-body-spirit complex ('human person in 3D') is the residual of the Soul. One can think of it as the unbalanced/polarised portion of the experience of the One Infinite Creator with Itself. All Duality, Karma, and Unfulfilled Dreams, they all are there and shape the soul (the part of it that is accessible to the mind-body-spirit complex) and hence, the body. An important principle is that the body is merely the projection of a soul in 3D. Whatever is beautiful in the soul, mirrors in the body. Whatever is lacking in the soul, is observable as a lack in the body as well. The dear soul David, whose untimely death sent my grieving father into untimely grave [they lay hand-in-hand in state in the Crypt of the San Pietro (5-C-A1), and to compensate his shortage of stature (especially with the Cardinal hat adding to that of the Cardinal), the late king's girth is observably wider(, and everyone may do what they wish with the information)], for instance, had a serious lack in perception, to the point that his physical appearance had only 1 functioning eye.

I ('eye'= perception; the more perceptible an individual, the more he prefers to address himself simply like this, ad nauseam, especially in travel itineraria, whose length is only limited by the length of the travel in question), Zechariah, am one of the oldest souls around, so my challenges are not any more in the trivial level. When I read a book and anything resonates with me, it just means it is an experience to be (re-)lived. Duality will take care of itself soon, and Karma is about done, it is the (yet) Unfulfilled Dreams that is on the table now. Recently I read Three Musketeers, and immediately found myself in Athos' boots. Porthos seemed to be a fun, OK guy, and D'Artagnan also good in short increments of time at a time. Aramis, on the other hand, seemed a crooked asshole. All these polarisations, these Archetypes of people, can be found with reasonable observation in my surroundings, and indeed I know them all. If there was any song unsung or wine untasted in the book(s - there is about 2400 pages of text since Dumas (jr.) was paid by page), I will need to make up for the lack. There is enough time to do everything that is yet undone.

The World is perfect. Some young souls have concept that being God - just an example here - is somehow unreal, even boring. In fact, that is a rather challenging plane of existence. Especially with the Veil of Confusion effected on so many of the lesser beings. In Godmode, you can play any card at any time (and they are neatly arranged in the deck), and the clock rate is boostable to such levels that you don't give a sweat when required to eat a donut, drink beer, smoke a cigar, and sing Top of the World, while biking uphill from the banks of Kunda river to the mägi nearby. So, as long as your physical presence stays in roughly one place (it being possible yet unuseful to do the same thing in different places at the same time), you can basically do what you want.

The Challenge - that being that most of the mbs (abbreviation for mind-body-spirit) you meet are not there yet, and often unable/-willing to help you in your path. The ones old enough to under stand your challenges, are few, and as far between as nuggets of gold in the pans of the prospectors on the River. - -"