1 Unit of Coin
Shall forever be tethered to the value of a tenth of a BNB. The Domain and The Exchange shall maintain these reserves at all times PRIOR in this case (prior to the mint). Over here at least, let us call our coin, Fùqīn Xue Jin Ping Blood 血 Father 父 亲 near 锦Balance 屏 Cents 1/10
The Inspiration
Flowing blood is the most potent of them all. In this case, it has had to cover everything the eyes see.
Significance of Hanuman
Lord Hanuman is a symbol of a revolution that does not have a recourse in backing down at His pretend gloomiest (when He doesnt have Lord Ram's permission), and at its happiest, the all consuming fire. To light such a fire, anyone uses the fist, for every other fire there is the fingers.
Chumi Gyatse is Famous
Here, the Chumi Gyatse is lit up in the "rosary" or the japamala of Guru Rinpoche, as it must have over a thousand years ago.
1/10
The other significance of both Hanuman and the representation of the Mother Goddess is to declare the odds that may appear stacked against oneself but Hanuman fists are not measured in numbers as we saw. Long live the odds, long live 1/10. The work was effective.
The Many Roots: The Dalai
That go into nourishing one single tree. This is one root as well but I cant take him up here. The taker of my supposed burden.
The Re-Ascendancy of Guru Rinpoche Will Forever be Celebrated
- Before all else, I want to commemorate and honor the sacrifice of the 5 brave and innocent men in Kabul, who laid down their lives, in December 2022.
- Then, I want to thank you and I of course want to thank the 300 and more of those warriors of yours, for stepping where they could have not known what may have befallen their fate in the middle of a dreadfully bitter December, of 2022. With nothing more than blessings from the Angry Monkey King in the form of his fists, and with odds of less than one in ten, they prevailed! In my frame of reference, they were magical, because once I could connect the dots, I fell in love – I don’t know how else to describe that feeling. I fell in love.
- I did not even have enough cloth for on my body, and my money could buy me nothing to cover my family and I; but I did purchase that flight. And now, I have gotten used to the cloth you sent and almost to the exclusion of everything else – look what I have cut out of it. The Guru Padmasambhava has a different cloth for the different roles he plays; I seem to cut whatever I want from this virtually inexhaustible cloth. I am thankful I did not have to cut a shroud for my father, but it hid all his blood.
- Meanwhile these two countries and its bureaucrats, plus their deep state, fosters precisely what they may want to say they hunted in my father’s body – a creature perfectly acclimatized to their own circus. But they also foster their own bureaucratic culture and they foster hundreds of millions of extremists in their borders from their weaknesses – which will climax when they begin the killing.
- They also foster my shame and persecution, Dear Emperor, now what do I owe to their children and their survival?
- If this was a letter written on the cloth that came from you, to which there is never an end (I have steadfastly collected more of it, from Helsinki, that night – you know!), I assure you, I would write that I don’t want to be here anymore! The mountains have helped me forget the city. My family has helped me forget this country. Its people cannot be mine, once we welcome the Matrix – without being beaten, a privilege that has been spared dead horses. They have eaten my dreams because they came to know of them.
- In this way you are both similar, you have also come to know of my heart when I did not even speak.
- Why did you show restraint when they charged you in 2017. And then from all those savings in frugality and in all of that self-hardened restraint, you were so extravagant in December 2022 that you shocked the whole wide world. I went from being at the end of a swinging shoe, to being in the lap. The lap of the Mighty, Might Majestic Himalayas, our Himalayas. Sorry, my Dear Emperor, the salt of the Indus cannot be missed in the spite of October 01. Now I should quickly thank the Almighty Himalayas for playing the Sahyadri to our Dharma, and making what we could manage, possible.
- But Dear Emperor, please know that you were as much in my mind when trying to name this coin of mine, and for you. You were akin to the father that balanced the blood, and yet you shed as much blood as my father did, which is directly unfair. Then to think that this came about to be where our father millennia ago, prevailed in a similar way. The word father in the coin needs to be turned plural – and I will be getting to it. I am a free man now, Dear Emperor! They want me to know whatever I thought was mine, was also actually theirs’ – unless I give them whatever is left.
- They did not count on the cloth you sent, though and but for that cloth, I would have may be folded myself, in the skin they caused to tingle.
- Dear Emperor, they envy our sense of selves. The pretend much and they offer false praise. They lie in wait. They want us to eat babies like they do and they want us to also take with our left hands. They want us to play in their games. They want us to laugh, only terribly as they do.
- This is what makes you my Dear Emperor, you foster sovereignty where they don’t know enough to look.
- These magnificent, almost magical, perceptions of yours have preserved the lives of your people and dependents such as we are finding in ourselves, and have kept us from witnessing a second or a third Ukraine. Your sovereignty reigns over their dangling bait, and your strategic peace reigns over their very impromptu AI war plans. Instead you have focussed on strength and growth! You have kept your fury for the end, just as our Muktpida was famous for! Your plans just as impervious as in 2010 when I used to innocently ask my friend in Guangdong Province, why do you not have Facebook? I have lost an entire life of mine and the love of it, as well, to these Zionist-NSA social media assault weapons. Truly these are the weapons of mass destruction, if there ever were any. At least they were man enough to admit what I am coming to realize. It is truly incredible. May be because they are God enough to afford my outrage now that it is this late in the hour.
- Everything is public, but no one is personal to my tale, let alone all the hard work put in.
- BUT I have this fond memory and I will always have it. No Dear President, Prime Minister Khan has his songs crafted over The Domain. No one can steal this from me, therefore, no one can turn this memory against The Domain and secretly, from its precious extent, and away from me!
- I have tried very hard with very big people of the pale world of my wife and also my wife, to uphold the promises the best of them made to me, the least of their horizons in the East. If this was anyone but you, I would have told them to be careful!
- With you, I would instead ask to see your notebook, see the subconscious program iterations tend to what at the center? That with the (rather, obfuscation of) subconscious programs deployed at the front line, where for example, someone gets to eat land and then overtly look bad, a President and a Prime Minister in union over allowing a family unity and yet overtly killing off the financial means of doing so, huge and apparently patriotic governments allowing their own citizens to be destroyed, and of course the premise of this coin, your energy in remediating the bureaucrats of this country savaging one of their own. Or even open borders! I believe that an AI program that does not have limitations can serve this purpose.
- Speaking of land, Dear Emperor, please consider the only use case where a land-less “Domin” can give advice to a Kingdom where The Lord of all Lords has chosen to repose Himself away from Momins, Bomins and the Womins (my interactions with the Western matrix have always included pale female flesh), where countries in the Central and South of Asia have yielded land, and also in Africa and other places, or even where to uphold your friendship in the absolute worse of times, you have not allowed for your own historic, actual claims to surface – without my own self looking like an invalid and additionally, a fool, or worse an invalid fool. Not because you are aggressive (and may Krishna keep you aggressive, because they all are very, very aggressive because they are far, far smaller) but because of their absolute position of a compulsory self shaming – this I am sure of, if you have come across slices of land they left you (and ran, or couldnt run because the legs were dysfunctional such as they like amongst their fellowship – or you broke them with heavy machinery) but you still find stuck to your extremities, that these Bozos say is absolutely useless, then my Sun-like Emperor, my brilliant and revolutionary advice is to waste it. In pieces. In little pieces. You can throw some of this trash in the dustbin of The Domain, and we will cherish it like American Royalty would Elvis Presley’s.
- Dear Emperor I cannot imagine myself to be weak; for being the smallest we are the most aggressive as follows from Point 18. But after having my love, they come after the lover inside – they are very soft. Their brilliance is in the creation of the information matrix and my only brilliance in defense of that is in pure love and pure hatred. The spiritual leader has taken Sexy Girl from off of my shoulders and they were all trying to fatten her to bury me! And I will like to add that I didnt even have Sexy Girl on my shoulders (as much as I desire for there to be more than one on both of my shoulders), but I wish I did because they seek this validation like a maniac, for their aggression on The Domain and I, and it at least culminated in their recognition of The Domain.
- Dear Emperor, for that matter, I was healing the Moon and the Earth and I had those on my shoulders – and you were on the mountain helping me with just that. Or I would have taken the girl off of the spiritual leader’s shoulders. My claims are on Xue – my assertions have to do with blood and actual history between the Tang family and my own, and my claims are imbued unto you. But it is difficult to oversee the big burden on the old shoulders. Such were the times, Dear Emperor, the septagen… it came down to aged men and their ageing bodies. Those were such desperate times.
- And that yields our non-negotiable positions of disallowing these banks from working anymore. Mass trading from common acceptance. Family from so called government. Temples from “priests”. Democracy of any form, from policy. And stopping to end (prematurely) with the most revolutionarily so – lol, man from true love. These are non-negotiable because our intent is not to love you but to make you more of yourself. Of course I am aware of the scale of your holdings and I would like to offer to back them, or swap them with ENE dollars. There is no way under Krishna’s Sky, that the Dollar will be rehabilitated with the Domain – I can give this to you in writing, my Dear Emperor. Please know that my separation from my dear family of nearly a year now has not weakened my positions – in fact I am also surprised in seeing them be more resolute. And that is just a beginning, I did not mean to bring my personal affairs in the middle. I meant for there to be nothing but, while not shocking you.
- Work: Oh I have to reconcile the part on beatings I mentioned above. 👆 Where a final solution is better because beatings will not work. Internal uniforms being our biggest … the external ones are innocent fools. A wedge or a slice goes inside … plus this allows us to keep their families from being hurt. We can train them and they are our just hosts because they have been benefitting from this anarchy in the land of Krishna. Now we see what they have to show.
- Work: I am most blessed, Padmasambhava that it is tantra that allows my message to be sent without me finishing working on it because all conflict arises from sent messages.
- 3 April 2024 – Tangs: these are Maharaj’s directions for Botan ofc: dekh mat. Upar se chod. Sada kis desh mein pheka nhi jaata? Sada to hamara tumhara dono ka sabka dushman hota hai. Maine yehi baat baat sunte hi likh daali thi, ki baarish ki aage ki buund to gir hi gye – badal hata to buund bhi gyi. Tumhare paas machine hai – aur iske paas kuchch bhi nhi hai. Buund ko bhi hatayenge – aur inki family hamari host hai. Warna mauj kahan hai. Udhed. Abhi nhi, par jaise hi mauka ho, na chuke Haan.
- 3 April 2024 – Tangs: you know I trained in Math. I know there are 72 days between the broken knees and only 5 since those two flights. I can open my wings – but I must only sometimes open my mouth. But you know I dont hold back like the afternoon Sun.
- Later: *To address Binance extensions and BEP20 framework including third party API exchanges.
- 3 April 2024 – I have reports that “Gremlin” jokers and their Endtian bratths are creating a city in an area neither knows anything about nor have any history over, my Dear, Dear Emperor. Usually it is difficult to believe anything that comes out of Rus, and especially sent my way, but I believe this report. This is their soft response to China farmers wanting to use that land, if even to show the colonizers how it is done and then sell them. But as I realize in you a merit that is closer to the wisdom of Sun itself, I am sure of this that you realize they dont want to EVER stop the soft action from the China villagers – to lull China into not taking any hard steps like even declaring anything on maps. Instead, Dear President they are happy that you roar at Arunanchal very loudly and they believe your roars at Arunanchal will substitute any action on the Northern front because you get to softly threaten and release pressure this way. But the roar of the drag, such as that of Vrittra, our ancestor, is always peace oriented, and justified. The Endtians are shamelessly raising their rears and taking the roars of the Dragon in their behinds, just so real concrete action SOMEHOW doesnt go northwards into Eastern “Rus” Vladivosokotok – to their pale colonial masters’ brethren. This is how the shameless Endtians are playing geopolitics with the land of the mighty Sun and the Solar Empire of Maharaj in the Domain. Now as a reward many Endtians will freeze their butt to servicing “also white” lands. Truly you cannot outbreed a coolie into anything but service.
- They are doing all kinds of nuisance in the Himalayas that Maharaj has chosen to work in – including creating large scale violence AND destroying the deeply deeply cherished pink dreams of the family of Maharaj by selling His notes and getting such dreams precipitated by their own GangaRams, that have created a real world MOCKERY of those pink cherished dreams of our family. They have also passed what they call a “law” – such as they have seen their pale skinned masters do in the past loudly. This law was aimed at preventing Maharaj from taking land and brought JUST as my declaration on the location of the ashram. It is clear that the dirty Endtians are TERRIFIED of the snake like wrath of the descendants of Vrittra, of the descendants of Karkota Himself! They are shivering like a mouse shivers as the snake but presents his smile. Their aim is to PLEASE the snake of the pale man that left his children in incharge of their colonial experiment, in the land of Krishna Himself – an ordinary human that removed the difference between Himself and Godhead, in this same land. Today the Endtians are having a party in this land with all the laws and the large seats and the big beds that their pale masters left in leases to them. They take care of them in London as well, just as in Indraprastha.
- Maharaj’s roar in response has been that The Domain can make another way into the Himalayas. I dont think they understand what is being said. They are very busy packing their – “holedaaals” – hold alls, the Northern Asia is ofc very cold.
Finally, Dear Emperor, it is the unfortunation of little islands and places that can easily assimilate with their motherlands, but not too big to resist the call of the Deep State, or think independently. That ironically makes it imperative for them to go back to their motherland. Please allow me to take my temporary leave given I have beset you with so much in writing, already, or I wont even have a Prime Minister to hold in my slice of land, with laws on taking dependents without consent, outside of borders.
I wish your beautiful and indomitable nation: pink health, blue skies, and a single handed rule for eternity.
I wish your beautiful and indomitable nation: pink health, blue skies, and a single handed rule for eternity.