A Whisper Of Truth

There have long been musings of humans not being alone. Whether that be in the form of extraterrestrial life, sentience found in animals, or gods and demons, there have been thoughts and feelings about this since the dawn of existence. Well, as it would so turn out, this notion is true. What are the odds of it not being true, when you think about it? Right? The universe is so massive. There is so much out there…but I digress.

There have been many extraordinary events that have taken place in the history of civilization on earth. Countless junctures of fortune and opportunity that a person may have chosen that would change the fate of humanity indefinitely. History is filled with example after example of unlikely and seemingly impossible characters rising to a challenge of their day and altering their future and in some cases, the entire planet, permanently.

When Benz invented the automobile, or the Wright brothers the airplane… The advent of computing technology - both ancient and modern, vaccinations, harnessing the power of electricity, understanding FIRE! All these instances irrevocably and absolutely changed the course of the people of the globe. What would have happened had these people not followed the paths that led them to success? Would someone else have taken the mantle and championed the cause? Would the world be a significantly different place today? Who's to say…

Perhaps these people were geniuses, or maybe they were in the right time and place for their successes to happen. Well, I am here to tell you, that these people and many others throughout history, did not act alone. These were not acts of solely humans, no. These people had help. While many of these figures may have been of genius caliber, their achievements were served to them on the proverbial silver platter of life.

I am going to enlighten you about the birth of Bitcoin. Bitcoin, like the examples we just covered, and so many others, was not dreamed up by humankind and not the product of astounding genius. These were all the machinations of The Whispers.

The Whispers have been around literally forever. They are as old as time. They are time and they are space. They are the present and they are the past. Sometimes, they can even be the future. You can’t see them and can’t interact with them, unless it’s on their terms and from their doing. This may sound a bit vague, but stick with me, you'll soon track with what I’m saying.

They gain simple pleasures from the goings on of beings of all sorts across the cosmos and they take turns interjecting wisdom and truths into their societies and cultures. Sometimes, as their namesake would suggest, they come in the form of whispers to the subconscious, and other times appear a bit more overt. The Whispers will rain down bits and pieces of knowledge upon people and let them take their own path with it. People maintain the ability to have their free will and to make their own decisions, but it's hardwired in their nature to run with the inspiration they're given.

In the case of Bitcoin, The Whispers had been noticing the impact that the monetary system had been having on their beloved humans. Money had originated as a convenient way to account for traded and bartered goods, but it had evolved into something sinister and downright evil over time. Not the currency itself, of course, but how people viewed the currency. The hold they let it have over their souls. The evil that had befallen so many because of it. The strangle hold it had on the lives of so many. The Whispers saw this and felt pity. Not only that, but they felt they could change it.

Over time money had become synonymous with power, and what has the potential to corrupt more than power? In the mad dash to acquire more money, and thusly, more power, people had forgotten what it was like to be…people. Their days had become consumed with how to master money, their lives revolved around ways they could gather more of it. It seemed as though enough, was never enough. There was no time to be a parent or lover, in fact, the decision to even become a parent or partner to someone was often based off of money! These potent, incredible life experiences that are supposed to transcend all else, were being dictated by money.

The Whispers had thoughts on how to disrupt this dark form of control that currency had begun to play. There were those among them who had different talents, skills and affinities toward certain areas and people. Some Whispers could sprinkle a mote of inspiration on an individual and change their life. Others could plant the seed of an idea so gracefully within a child that their life's purpose would take hold in an instant and they would grow to be what they held in their mind's eye for their entire life. Some were tuned to nature, some to technology. Some Whispers were defined by love pulsing through their beings and others, by grit and determination. The Whispers were all incredibly wise, but there was one among them that was exceptional even among their ranks, and perfectly suited for this task. They sent their perfect match for this case to the humans to implement their plan.

The chosen Whisper travelled to be with the people of Earth and had begun working the blueprint that had been architected and all was going well. The plan was simple in concept - introduce to society a new way to operate currency. One that ultimately would do away with what had become the beginnings of a likely downfall of the people. All it would take would be an implementation of the technology, a small spreading of the truth, beauty, and elegance of this system and once within the capacity of enough people, The Whispers could simply step away and let their idea spread.

They had repeated this process in a similar manner for millennia, whenever the desire or need would strike. This instance of involvement was to be largely routine in nature and was slated to be an easy ‘win’ for The Whispers (they love gamification of all things, you see). Most things fell into that category for them. Occasionally they'd run into a challenge, but never one for which a solution wouldn't be possible.

What The Whispers had classically done was to impart their ideas upon a single person, or a small group of people so that they could be the lightning rod of change in the world while using the idea as the catalyst of that change. The Whispers realized the innate human desire to feel relevant, important, and powerful, and they wanted to give to their chosen targets those feelings that were so desired. Plant the idea in the person’s being, tend to it with a modicum of inspiration and let the person take full credit.

This time called a different approach. This time, once the idea had taken hold, The Whispers would leave no trace of who had been responsible. Since humans have a penchant for labeling everything, creating tales and downright worshipping those who enact change there would undoubtedly be musings about who had done it, and that was fine, but there would be no “owner” of a Bitcoin patent, no centralized platform, no Bitcoin World HQ building. The mystery surrounding Bitcoin would be part of its allure and draw.

It was important that there be no inventor. No single entity to credit with the creation of this world changing technology. That would defeat much of the philosophy behind it. Without a central figure, the people would take ownership of Bitcoin! Without one entity to look upon, the hope was that this would bring people together, that it would transcend borders and boundaries and be unifying to those of all walks of life.

So, the chosen Whisper was into the process of completing the project. The technology was in place, a small amount of people had adopted it, the idea was gaining traction and critical mass was on the horizon. There was still more work to be done, but everything was pointing in the right direction.

The Whisper was spreading the idea, functionality and philosophy of Bitcoin and as is the case with the nature of the universe, eventually things always have a knack of balancing themselves out. In this particular round of game playing with humans, something went horribly wrong. Something that The Whispers had not foreseen and something that they had never expected.

They have me. …It has me. I don't know which.

We had always known of The Malum… their existence has been part of our lore since time immemorial, but we had always figured that they were the flip side of the coin to us. Little was known as far as particulars. We knew not details of feature or form. As far as our records indicated we had never made direct contact with them. We never even had proof whether The Malum were beings such as ourselves or if they were different entirely. We had been operating under the assumption of the heads will never experience the tales. They were our balancing force, as is required in all things, and that we would never interact with them. It just wouldn't be possible.

I don't know how it's possible, but the heads is experiencing the tales now. It's happened. The laws of nature have been broken and the fabric of the universe has been twisted. None of this is right. Everything is out of balance and it sticks to my being like spider silk, driving me mad. It’s there but I can’t see it; I can’t get it off. And it’s cracking through my barriers, breaking me apart as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow.

I write all this because I need you to know who I am and my history - Our history. If this goes as I hope, you already have an idea about our existence and this won't be completely shocking to you. I am sorry to have to reach out to you for this, but there is no other choice. There is no other hope.

I can’t contact my own kind. I can’t communicate with them at all. I’ve figured out a way to get this letter out of here, and I must trust it will find you. I must trust that you are the proper person. I don’t know exactly where I am, but I do know that I need help. I have been captured by The Malum…and given that, the peril that all of your kind are in is beyond description. The fate of the very universe is on a precipice.

I am The Whisper called Satoshi and I am begging you. Find me, rescue me, I need you.

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…Eira finished reading the letter, and looked up at her sister Faye, wide-eyed and mouth agape. “What is this? Who do you think sent this to you and what sort of joke are they trying to play? Where do we even start with finding out!?”

Faye stared back, reaching for the letter which was written in the most scrolling, eloquent hand she had ever witnessed, “I don’t think this is a joke, Eira. In all my studies, they have led me to certain conclusions. I’ve been waiting for a piece of this puzzle to click into place, and I think this is it. I have an idea, and if I’m right, I know exactly where Satoshi is and we don't have a lot of time…”