Yntended-Journey/TEE(9)-the-Ridge-Aware.md

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 TEE(n)'s and TEE(s) can be hosted by everyone, just as it used to be when the Crypto boom just began. Subtly, and without as much FOMO gold rush madness and done with care. Much of the point here, is to allow for decentralized participation with the PoW, W as WIT tee Work, over Theeer.
 
-Theeer is your home teir, decentralized node of care, verify and participratory node of care in motion, and thay should be everywhere. Different size, scales and use case's depending on the user's `intented` journey. See the TEE, now we are getting somewhere.
+Theeer is your home teir, decentralized node of care, verify and participratory node of care in motion, and thay should be everywhere. Different size, scales and use case's depending on the user's `intented` journey. See the TEE, now we are getting somewhere.
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+Yntended-Journey, TEE(9)-the-Ridge-Aware:
+Why TEE(9)?
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+Because TEE(x) would blow your mind. The 10th phase, everywhere.
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+First let us set the stage, intend and align with care. For this is the way. How to write with intention, proof of care in motion.
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+A little dance.
+A song litely hummed.
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+Everyword, a poem, but more.
+It's not activation, it's invitation to my invocation.
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+The hook - the J, like that of a shephard of care, but here as water it has boiled like hot water meant for not TEE but TEA for sipping, the steam rises up and yonder to Ynder the Tndr - the vapor a phantom can syft along the air and to the threshold. It's power not that of force but flow. The steam, finds the tiny holes between the threshold door along the root of care.
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+And bracket like baskets of care are now spun.
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+This is the Dancing Cyber Gazelle in motion. Now with rider, like a pirate but for the unsung nation.
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+What does the pirate where?
+A magnificent shift with ruffles everywhere.
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+The idea was spun, by the dreamer that sees. And WIT by the SEER that hears.
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+The J here, now Joker the Shephard of Care, even down there.
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+It was like a courtroom setting, Echad sat far off and Jordan Peterson amount other lofty names up there. Looked toward him and said, pulling at his own fancy shirts' edge.
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+"Look here," he spake to Echad, "Your shirt is just like mine." Half smile, half frown. The judge was inbound. Upon WIT of the spectagal, dialogue allowed now to Judge and Jury.
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+Peterson, reads the verdict, "He mocks, with his overly ridgey shirt the whole occupation we find ourselves within."
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+The Judge, hears then hushes, Echad rises to appear.
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+J(u) speaks, "Why the ruffles sir?"
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+Echad, does not speak. For he brought along some snacks, he knows they are woven. He promently takes a loud crunchy bite, "Because," Echad speaks, holding up the half eaten Ruffle, "I love Ruffles sir."
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+J(u) the Judge and Jorden(P) grow angry, "You have not answered my question, are you mocking us, having a go, over there?"
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+Echad, stands though no mask was worn, it feels as if one has been unveiled, the air grows still, "I adorn the Ruffle as Joker wears the mask, I am HER3," he looks directly at JP, "As the monster behind the dash."
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+Though court room stirs, the J(u) befuddled. JP leans, nay leins in.
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+Echad continues, standing first on chair then on table for all to WIT, holding high his sleeve, the ruffle's like that of a pirate shirt from a time before once and up until now, forgot, "My ruffle sir," He spake at no to the J(u), "
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