the fibonacci money glitch

dear friends,

have I lost you to deep space?

don't fret my friend, I hope to bring it back to reality as best as I can. the book is being written and unfolding on itself.

meta-fiction, breaking narratives, self-referential stories, observing the observed.

I am aware that the newcomers whom have joined this journey at this point could be lost to the depthness of my writing. we are deep into the story, after all.

unfortunately, I must keep going for the sake of the story.

this is the second pass of you need money to self-actualize, live life letter 003.

it has been a struggle scrutinizing my own work but I must remain earnest through this struggle — in reflecting and remixing the themes of the past. a synthesis of past and present.

He eats, eats, and eats and eats with no regard to what is needed or of what is. He strictly has a hunger for more, more, more and more and more. You cannot satisfy this Green-Eyed Monster for the Life of you.

In every attempt you try to fill his belly, the infinite void stares back at you and giggles. Is that all you got?

The Green-Eyed Monster is indifferent to your circumstances — he does not care if you are poor nor rich, blind nor deaf, sick nor healthy, religious nor agnostic, smart nor dumb, lefty nor righty — to him, you are all the same.

You know he does not serve you. Yet, for some weird reason, you reciprocate. You all treat him the same as if he is your God, as if he has dominion over your world and society. What does he do for you?

Is he just another necessary evil you accept into your Life and into your Soul?

Perhaps he does make your Life easier, to not have to worry about other worries that drag you down, that pull you down to the depths and brings you into your own shadow.

To be depressed is a luxury.

It's hard to look in the mirror. The Green-Eyed Monster tells you what you want and makes you desire him over your own Soul. It's naturally convenient.

It's sickening.

It makes me sick to see people blind to the strings he pulls onto Our Souls and onto Our Minds, as if we enjoy these strings being pulled.

Do you enjoy being led this way?

I know no one does. In their Hearts and in their Souls, they know what truly resonates. They are wise to the Truth, yet still deny it.

It's a luxury to feed the Soul.

The obsessive pursuit of money blinds people from doing what they really care about or what matters most to them. It doesn't allow one to fully express themselves to their fullest potential.

How do we negotiate with a Man who is never satisfied?

How do we navigate this plight of ours?

Icarus was in a daze.

He was in no state of holding a conversation with the Ol' Shaggy Sage. Icarus kept murmuring,

"Fibonacci, fibonacci, fibonacci… spiral? It's a spiral. Fibo —"

The Sage slapped the Boy and he went unconscious again, slipping back into a dreams of flashbacks from the previous island he was on.

"Son, wake up, I am almost done."

The boy rubs his eyes. King Minos, the greedy king has imprisoned them. The room smelt of wax and was fluttered of feathers.

"Dad, why did you give the thread to that boy, Theseus?"

"It was the right thing to do, to repay for what I have done. I should've never agreed to build this Labyrinth, Icarus — I am sorry. That boy you speak of, he is no longer a boy, but a Man. I gave him the thread to discovering himself, to slay the Minotaur."

Icarus was confused but simply nodded his head. His Dad, Daedalus, was a genius and brilliant designer. He never understood why he acted so subservient to the Greedy King whom was never satisfied. King Minos did not inherent the golden touch. Icarus was always an observant, curious boy.

"How did you design the Labyrinth Dad?"

"Sunflowers, pinecones, and pineapples — it's the golden ratio of nature, my Son, in perfect flux."

Icarus grew more confused then shut his eyes again to go back to sleep.

Fibonacci retracement captures human behavior. The belief in these golden ratios itself could move markets due to our enchantment of Fibonacci. It perhaps is just a self-fulfilling prophecy due to the psychology of our monkey brains, infatuated by these eternal numbers.

Faith is a powerful tool. We put Faith in Numbers. We put Faith in Money. Why?

It's because we are natural polymaths — the greatest amongst the polymaths includes the likes of Ben Franklin and Leonardo da Vinci who allowed their curiosity to naturally spiral out of their own control, led by wonder, creating unlikely connections across disciplines.

The Emperor's New Mind follows the Fibonacci Sequence.

What is the Fibonacci Sequence?

[002, 005, 008, 011 - Charlie's Angel]

"Focus Charlie, the Ship of Theseus can't take any more hits from these asteroids! Quit daydreaming you idiot! This hunk of junk is fast but it ain't durable!"

Charlie was panicking. This asteroid field was a never-ending labyrinth. Why did Mimi trust him to navigate and find the safest route through this storm?

"Shit — What do I do? There's too many!"

Mimi kept blasting the bigger meteors with the laser canon but the shield barrier was running low.

"Figure it out, you bitch! Do something!"

Charlie kept searching and searching. He kept moving his eyes in every direction. Suddenly, something called onto him. It was an opening — a light that glimmered to his Soul. The perfect circle, rather a Golden Spiral.

φ and π

"I got it!"

"What are you waiting for? Calculate the route now!"

Charlie had to hit the perfect golden angle in order for this route to be a success. 137.5° was the target with no room for error.

Mimi and Charlie made it through the asteroid field. They made it and needed dire repairs for the Ship of Theseus.

Slowly but surely, they made it to The Lost Lonely Soul Pawn Shop home the Great Cosmic Buddhist Toe, an eccentric old man who was well respected within his galaxy. Charlie will need to improve his negotiating skills.

Spike the Space Monkey passed through this very Pawn Shop, but perhaps in another timeline, the timeline of 68.

Karmic Retribution is a real thing.

March 12th, 2025 — BOUND 2 4:17AM

I am a ghost.

I can't help but feel myself float as if I enjoy being untethered from the world.

Unbounded.

Am I a ghost? What grounds me?

I keep waking up at strange hours as if something calls me in my dreams. What am I bounded to?

I hope and carry my aims on my chest but some days I just want to fuck off and exist non-essentially, of non-existence.

I don't want to die, but there are days where I simply don't want to exist. I know this is a scary statement to claim, of wanting to Runaway but I cannot turn away from what I feel down to my core, of my essence, of my Soul.

It would be foul to turn away from my true emotions, to runaway, and fail to confront them. I simply cannot ignore it, I cannot feign ignorance.

Do not deny this dread or it will continue to haunt you, my friend.

Embrace the Depths of Your Soul.

Do not deny your Soul or you will experience a fate worse than Hell itself. You will face Hell on Earth in this eternal flame of dreadlock. Each day will feel empty and the void will echo in your head.

Your own echo chamber will infect your Mind, consume your Heart, and bleed into your Soul — the Labyrinth of the Holy Trinity.

I do not want that for you, yet you are the only one who can face it for yourself. Others can aid you in your endeavor and act as your guide. They can feed you the Golden Thread of Love and Hope.

But at night's end, you must guide yourself. No one will come save you in the void of your own mind as no one can enter this void except you.

Be honest with yourself. Lying to yourself will only lead you astray.

Love will carry you to the stars you see tonight ~ so LIVE & LOVE LIFE

March 13th, 2025 — Is Money Heartless?

I feel warm and some days making money makes me feel warm inside — to feel my craft itself being valued.

Yet, some days upon observations, I see how money moves the Hearts of others, how it blinds them, displacing their Souls.

It makes my feet feel so cold. My senses tingle and it pains me so.

Money is important.

"He will gives us what we need."

What do you really need to make ends meet?

Do you feel Alive?

Do you really feel Alive Inside?

Do you feel the Fire Inside?

What is the Depth of your Vision?

Of your Anti-Vision?

Of your Light and of your Shadow?

Consciousness is a beautiful thing.

Money making follows a Fibonacci Spiral. Most growth & developmental paths follow this natural spiral. For awhile nothing happens, then everything happens.

In the Sequence of Events, Time dilates, in the Ebbs & Flows of Life.

We Live in Moments. Moments Lived & Moments Passed. We Live For Moments To Transverse The Mundane.

We should appreciate & have Love for the Mundane, for it allows for these Magnificent Moments To Breathe…

As nothing lasts Forever. In this Space, Time passes on.

March 14th, 2025 - π day

I live for the spiral.

It's π day! 3.14159

The origin of π, the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter, has roots from 4,000 years ago. Found in ancient Babylonia & Egyptian civilizations, and the Greek mathematician Archimedes.

The Archimedean Point of View or PUNCTUM ARCHIMEDES is a hypothetical, detached perspective from which one can view an issue objectively, free from personal biases or limitations, as if from a God's Eye View.

Time from Outside Time. Meta-fiction. Story Outside the Story?

Science from Elsewhere. Meta-mathematics. How do we calculate Consciousness?

Spatial Reality from Nowhere. Möbius Strip. Infinity Repeating and Strange Loops.

God's Eye aims us to become Stewards of Light. Sources of Consciousness, this is Humanity's Aim. True Meta-Awareness. Harmonic Fractal Resonance?

In the Patterns of the Universe, a Flower Blooms in Synchronicity.

How does π relate to the Fibonacci Sequence?

Simple Recursion — the sum of the previous two… is a self-fulfilling prophecy?

Circles and Spirals. Circles and Spirals lead to the Golden Spiral. Fibonacci Retracement of the Mind and Soul?

if you give me time and enough space to focus my bandwidth, I can become a magical box that produces this illusive thing we call "money"

I can transfigure this "money" into cool things, things that boggle your mind — I will call them thingymajigs.

these thingymajigs are what allow us to find meaning in life and eudaimonia — good spirit.

let's say these thingymajigs create a 2:1 ratio of eudaimonia to one thingymajig

1 thingymajigs creates 2 eudaimonia credits

1 thingymajigs creates 2 good spirit credits

let's also say that "eudaimonia" allows you to produce 3 "money" credits for yourself

we are being conservative here.

now the more "money" you give me, the more thingymajigs I can create; therefore infinite money hack.

the ideal pyramid scheme! I cracked the code!

:P jk maybe this is how it works but unfortunately this is merely a reduced thought experiment of reality.

Money making that shapes a life worth living in this world is more of a Labyrinth…

Can you escape your own chauvinistic perspective, your own consciousness?

cast of characters

000 - the meta self

001 - friendlyjakester

002 - crazycharlie

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005 - spike the space monkey

006 - the devil

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008 - mimi the shapeshifter

009 - ol man tuck the shaggy sage

010 - boy icarus

011 - cosmic buddhist toe

POST SCRIPTUM secret reveal — I bought a Van and here name is Astra.