Power Prosperity: Abundance Year Episode 2061 (audio noxsoma.substack.com)

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Monday 17, August 2026
Abundance Year Episode 2061
Noxsoma Life Camp:
Power Prosperity

SAME AUDIO Summer. Psych Profile (since 16 August 2026.)
Today's Episode: https://odysee.com/@Noxsoma:2/Power-Pros:b?r=47k2ScJsm9Uex9eETqgCCA8q1fukdST9
Welcome Brothers and Sisters of the Simulatrix.

The Collective, Command, and Crew are completely in control of what we refer to as our, Vessel. The Star ship Noxsoma. It’s a rogue star ship. It’s not affiliated or controlled by a Galactic Federation of Five Dimensional Frauds, Gregarious Gurus, Neuroscience Nerds, or Pusillanimous Political Pundits selling Doomsday t-shirts, key chains and coffee mugs. We fly free and without a net.

We are currently in year 6 of our 12 year mission. To seek truth. Find truth, and maintain our vessel a midst the dangers of dwindling resources, unreliable cohabitants of the realm, and social media swindlers.

This is not a rescue mission.
Repeat transmission. This is not a rescue mission.

However, I must admit, that it did start out to be somewhat of a rescue mission. A mission that no one asked for. You know how we get when we’re young and impetuous. We’re going to teach the world to sing, buy everybody a Coke and a smile, and heal the world.

That didn’t last long. Too much competition. Too much, Jung. Too much Frankl. Too many Hyokas and way too Sigmas ranting and chanting and competing for compassion cred. We had to step off. We had to take off. To inner space. Return to what we do best.
Observe. Cynic, and Skeptic. And of course wander. And report.

We’ve waded through Watts. Dove into Dyer. Jibed with Jesus. And mashed it up with Musashi. We even checked out the cliff note psychology being wielded by Jedi Knights, until Sun Tsu-rise.

There’s something missing here. The same something that’s missing in every generation after X. Risk and Reality. Two of the three Rs. You can provide the third.

They wanted their kids to have better lives. Get off the farm. Go to college, have a good future. They wanted their kids to have better lives. Allowances. Their ow rooms. Perpetual edumacation. Surrounded by love. Protected from hurt feelings. No coping skills. Just popping pills. DSM diagnoses decided by consensus and no science. Nice.

“I’ve got the narcotic in my hand, now all I need, is the syndrome.”

“This is no life for kids. We’ve decided not to breed.”

Many humans wonder just how we got here. Ask an Ol’Head. As long as it’s not your Poindexter pappy. Ask an old blues man. He’ll sing you a tune about how the Panthers were infiltrated by the feds. Sold out. Co-opted. The civil rights movement that became a psy-op. Reverend Blue Jeans becomes a weaponized political pundit, aimed and fired at unwelcome opposing points of view. Dressed up in blue to dress down the red, the black and the orange.

Jesus has left the hearts and minds of his herd a long time ago. Flock’em if they can’t take a joke. Pass the tray. You gotta pay to pray. We don’t take checks.

Here we are. And here we’ll stay. Until when? Your guess is as good as mine.
Meanwhile we’re 8 miles high. Far out in the stars, flying in our rocket ship.
Full fantasy mode. Sending daily transmissions from the Cosmocracy. And having your back. Jack.

If you’ve gotten this far, you might as well keep going.
Coming up is part two of the psychological profile we commissioned, um, I mean, “challenged” the AI army to produce, based on the massive digital footprint of your humble vagabond star ship captain. Like many scribes in these parts, Substack is not our first blue light in the basement party. We’ve been slow-grinding since jeans were called dungarees. (Who put the “dung” in dungarees anyway? Look it up and get back to me.) The first little piggy waded into the shallow waters of a few days, or months ago. The second little piggy, prompted a little more aggressively, dug a little deeper.

The third little piggy. Well, we are flippantly considering making that into a documentary.
Hang on to your draws. Here comes part two.

(Audio exclusive. No text.)

There’s no pretending and no performing. What you see on this channel, the comics, the videos, the notes, whatever… is what you get. It may not be truth, but it’s certainly honest.
The public deserves to know what they are getting into when they subscribe to this channel. Especially if you are going to fork over you hard fought for booty. Noxsoma Star Ship is not looking for fans, sheeple, and a yard full of curious flockers. There are millions of wizzards, wiccans, tarot wheeler-dealers and doom merchants who will happily confirm your biases and take your gilders. There’s a key line in one of these “reports” that hits the nail square on the head. If you caught it, then you’re already hooked.

By the way, we didn’t edit any of the evaluation. If you want to take a break from your video gaming, Netflixing, or Me-TV’ing, you can replicate the process. But really, why would you?

Hunger = delirium = a very good time to spill my sarcastic soul upon the innocent bystanders circling the Stacks waiting for something to happen.

This is Summer Audio five and it’s going to run all week, and then maybe forever in the archives. So if you have somehow dug this up, 7 times removed, and are wondering where it originated.
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Remember your dharma. Elevate and expand. Peace.

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