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Day 145🌿 Good morning La Jungla The iron temple is behind me. The body has been worked; now it is time to feed it, to rest, and to sit with the games that come at noon. What I observe instead is the endless murmuring of voices. Men stand upon their little platforms and speak as if words were steel, while the crowd gathers to nod and echo. They never enter the temple. They never empty the mind or harden the body. They only trade insults across distance, each one demanding the respect that comes only from having been tested. It is amusing, in the way a shadows dance in a void. In the flesh, none of them would last the length of a single breath. This is the old illusion: that the noise of the many can substitute for the discipline of the one. Those who drink from that cup remain thirsty, preferring the familiar poison of agreement over the quiet work of becoming something real. The same pattern appears on the XRPL. Men call themselves keepers of the ledger while their true dealings stay in shadow. They offer salvation through speech alone. The cycles have already shown what such words are worth. Only those still new to the path believe them. The rest have learned that a ledger, like a sword, reveals the hand that holds it. The way is simple. Speak less. Practice more. Empty the cup of other men’s noise and fill it with what you have actually done. Only then does the realm improve, because only then have you improved. SoG ViCe 🥀 Men who cry about being doxxed ask yourself ? Why would one hide behind multiple accounts ? The tail of a snake. The mouth of a hyena. The mark of a beast . If you cannot recognize whats going on. Then you are just as much to blame. Egos with no physical motion. Just word play. Keyboard warriors. Doxxing only exist in crypto. Cause your dumbass does shit in the dark so you make corny ass rules. To govern your actions. The shift is happening. Not going to be in favor of these alter egos . The death of the ego will be the next chapter. It's already being written. ⏳️ Uga Buga 4Ever 🌿