With winter still icing the air, and carving in our consciousness an adoration of the sun when it appears through the clouds and forest trees, I write this with the last power left in the solar panel battery today. Until tomorrow, and the sun comes out again. It’s a delicate balance living on the edge of the African continent and the edge of the world, as well as reality. Who knows when it all collapses – the government, the structures we have known since birth, the utility providers, the shops, the banks. Rumors of collapse here in my little southern corner of Africa abound on social media currently.
I write now every day as if it may be my last opportunity to put down my thoughts and feelings, like a reporter reporting on the ground from the action happening in his own mind. The captain’s blog for the record is a report on the state of the consciousness under the current circumstances as we traverse our way through time, day by day, like a traveler passing mile after mile of terrain and vista.
Today the view is mixed, from the icy chill of the dark morning waiting for it to get light, waiting for it to warm up, survival of the fattest. All the way to midday where the clear blue skies stretch on though still carry the icy breeze from the sea nearby. Let’s call it fresh, and blessed since the winds of change have brought opportunity to increase the velocity of money in my direction. Three sources of income at a time is the secret in days like these, where adaptability is the solution.
As blog writing no longer brings a penny here, I write purely for the legacy, for the future reader, or to fill up the blockchain with mindful moments of wisdom, prose or eclectic poetry. So I write because the facility exists, and soon it might not. Never one to let anything go to waste, like time or internet access or electricity, I use them when they’re around to produce more content for the library.
The winter of our discontent wraps its icy sickle around our neck day by day at present. Still the hope of a return of the sun and the return of the solar deity, the divine child, riding a bull...it’s coming soon. I hear the voice from the wilderness calling out to prepare us for the coming sun and the coming bull. The bull market is baked in to the code, so we simply wait and it will come. Even if bitcoin is pulling away now and leaving Hive in the dust. Our turn will come altcoin hodlers, everything has a season. We can dream of the bull and the sun, and savor the sweetness in our imagination, and in time fantasy will merge into reality with the mixture of time. 18 months is not too long to wait, with the halving in April 2024, less than a year away and then more bullish momentum predicted after that. I ride out this consolidation phase in the doldrums waiting for the roaring forties, the $0.40s for Hive as a first glimmer of the $4 to come, if I can dream that big.
I have seen $3 before in Hive price so I know it’s possible, if bitcoin allows us to catch up. The darkest hour is before the dawn and it feels like that now, although there may be even darker times to come before we see ATH and 2025 prices. The world could change before then. We wait and write to record the journey of a mad determined hodler, month by month along the way to the pot of gold.
(photo my own)