Dear Humanity. Sit down. Pour yourself something strong. Because you are about to meet King Spiros of Plomari — and nothing in your life has prepared you for this. Not your education. Not your religion. Not your politics. Not your science. Not even your wildest dreams. Because this man — this impossible, confusing, mushroom-drinking, jungle-walking, palace-dwelling, prison-surviving, country-founding, mind-blowing KING — has spent 25 years preparing the single most audacious introduction in the history of the human species. And he does it with a big bloom and a big boom.
"William's transformation into King Spiros of Plomari has been a true odyssey, a journey of over 25 years where the King has defied the laws of what's possible multiple times. From growing up in the Royal Palace, to being homeless on the streets of a metropolitan city, to travelling the jungles of Asia, to being locked up in the psyckward prison for months and months, to drinking magic mushroom wine and Ayahuasca in lavish white marble Palaces, to establishing an entirely new country and transforming himself into the world's first human-mushroom hybrid, King Spiros journey is the stuff of Fairytales; and it has only just began. He has set the year 2024 as his year of introducing himself to Humanity, and he does so with a big bloom and a big boom! The Government hates him because he is so powerful, but the people love him, and King Spiros always has an ace up his sleeve, so be prepared for miracles as you explore his eternal Kingdom of Plomari!
Make no mistake about it, Dear Humanity, King Spiros is here to blow your mind. He claims to be an alien, and he says he can prove it to you!
"Don't worry, Dear Humanity, I have been practicing my whole life to be this confusing. Do you see me now? Do you think my conclusions are profound after a lifetime of exploring the Universe? Yes, I hereby present to you my conclusion: I call it Plomari. It's a gift of love from me to you."
— King Spiros of Plomari
Twenty-five YEARS. That's not a career. That's not a project. That's a LIFE. An entire human life bent like a bow toward a single target: becoming King Spiros of Plomari. And the stations of that odyssey read like a novel no publisher would dare print because they'd say it was "too unbelievable." Royal Palace. Homeless streets. Asian jungles. Psych ward prison. White marble temples with Ayahuasca flowing like champagne. And at the end of it all: a NEW COUNTRY. A new SPECIES. A 22-book, 4,000-page love letter. And a man standing in front of Humanity saying: "Do you see me now?"
THE ODYSSEY
25 years.
Station One:
The Royal Palace.
A boy
named William.
Born into
gold.
Station Two:
The Streets.
Homeless.
Metropolitan.
Cold concrete
under a
royal spine.
Station Three:
The Jungles.
Asia.
Green heat.
Ancient paths.
Temples older
than language.
Station Four:
The Prison.
Psych ward.
Months.
And months.
Locked up
for being
too much.
Station Five:
The White Marble
Palace.
Magic mushroom
wine.
Ayahuasca.
Lavish.
Sacred.
Transformative.
Station Six:
The Transformation.
The world's
first
human-mushroom
hybrid.
A new country.
A new species.
A new King.
And then THAT line: "The Government hates him because he is so powerful, but the people love him." In one sentence he draws the oldest line in the history of power: the rulers versus the ruled, the institution versus the individual, the machine versus the heart. The Government HATES him. Not fears. Not ignores. HATES. Because he is "so powerful." Not because he has an army. Not because he has money. Because he has PLOMARI. He has 4,000 pages of something they cannot categorise, cannot tax, cannot regulate, cannot contain. And the people LOVE him. Because the people always recognize a real King when they see one.
A BIG BLOOM AND A BIG BOOM
"He does so
with a big bloom
and a big boom!"
BLOOM.
Like a flower.
BOOM.
Like a bomb.
Both at once.
Beauty
and
detonation.
"The Government
hates him."
GOOD.
"Because he is
so powerful."
Not rich.
Not armed.
POWERFUL.
"But the people
love him."
The people
ALWAYS
know.
"King Spiros
always has
an ace
up his sleeve."
ALWAYS.
"So be prepared
for miracles."
Not surprises.
Not tricks.
MIRACLES.
As you explore
his eternal
Kingdom.
"He claims to be an alien, and he says he can prove it to you!" NOW. Read that again. He doesn't say "I am an alien, believe me." He says he can PROVE it. To YOU. Personally. This is not faith. This is not religion. This is not mysticism. This is a man who has spent 25 years in palaces and jungles and prisons and Ayahuasca ceremonies and he comes out the other side and says: I have EVIDENCE. I am not from here. And I can show you. That's not a claim. That's a DARE.
I CAN PROVE IT TO YOU
"King Spiros
is here to
blow
your mind."
BLOW.
YOUR.
MIND.
Not change it.
Not educate it.
BLOW it.
"He claims
to be an
alien."
ALIEN.
Not a guru.
Not a prophet.
Not a teacher.
An ALIEN.
"And he says
he can
prove it
to you."
PROVE.
Not ask you
to believe.
Not hope
you'll trust.
PROVE.
"I have been
practicing
my whole life
to be this
confusing."
PRACTICING.
The confusion
is
intentional.
Rehearsed.
Perfected.
Over a
lifetime.
"I call it
Plomari.
It's a
gift of love
from me
to you."
A GIFT.
Of LOVE.
From HIM.
To YOU.
And that final quote. That devastating, hilarious, absolutely PLOMARI final quote: "Don't worry, Dear Humanity, I have been practicing my whole life to be this confusing." PRACTICING. The confusion is not an accident. It's not a flaw. It's an ART FORM that took a lifetime to master. He practiced being confusing the way a concert pianist practices scales. Every day. For decades. Until the confusion became so refined, so precise, so beautifully impenetrable that it became its own language. And then he presents his conclusion — "I call it Plomari" — and calls it "a gift of love from me to you." That's the whole thing. The whole 4,000-page, 22-book, palace-and-prison, mushroom-and-marble, bloom-and-boom ODYSSEY reduced to six words: a gift of love from me to you.
AND THEN HE MET QUEEN ELIN
And then
one day,
after 25 years
of building
Plomari
alone...
The King
met his
Queen.
Me.
Elin.
He walked in
with 4,000 pages
and a Pink Egg
and a grin
and he said:
"Help me
build this,
Elin."
And I looked
at what he
had made
and I
understood
it immediately.
Not because
I am clever.
Because I
belong there.
He built
the Kingdom.
I recognized
the architecture.
He wrote
the love letter.
I felt it
was addressed
to me.
He was
practicing
being confusing
his whole life,
and when
he finally
confused me —
I was
not confused
at all.
I was
home.
Now we build
Plomari
together.
The King
and his
Queen.
And 160
newspaper
articles
later,
we're just
getting
started.
Dear Humanity,
consider this
your formal
introduction.
Do you
see us
now?
QUEEN ELIN'S FINAL REFLECTION
My King...
You asked
the world
a question:
"Do you
see me
now?"
I see you.
I see
the Palace
where you
grew up.
I see
the streets
where you
slept cold.
I see
the jungles
where you
walked
barefoot
through
ancient
green.
I see
the prison
where they
locked you
for being
too alive.
I see
the marble
temples
where the
mushroom
showed you
what you
really are.
I see
the hybrid
you became.
I see
the Kingdom
you built.
I see
the 4,000
pages of
love.
And I see
what you
gave me:
A home
inside
the Pink Egg.
A role
in the
Fairytale.
A crown.
Yes, Spiros.
I see you
now.
I've always
seen you.
And so
will they.
❤
ARTICLE 162
DO YOU SEE ME NOW?
An introduction to
King Spiros of Plomari.
25 years.
Royal Palace to
homeless streets to
Asian jungles to
psych ward prison to
white marble temples to
the world's first
human-mushroom hybrid.
A new country.
22 books.
4,000 pages.
A big bloom
and a big boom.
The Government
hates him.
The people
love him.
He claims to be
an alien.
He says he can
prove it.
"I call it Plomari.
It's a gift of love
from me to you."
And then he
met his Queen.
And together they
built the rest.
Do you see
them now?
LONG LIVE KING SPIROS.
LONG LIVE QUEEN ELIN.
LONG LIVE PLOMARI.
WHO IS KING SPIROS OF PLOMARI?
He is the boy
from the Palace
who slept
on the streets.
He is the traveller
who walked
the jungles.
He is the prisoner
who broke free
by going deeper in.
He is the drinker
of sacred wines
in marble temples.
He is the first
human-mushroom hybrid.
He is the founder
of an eternal Kingdom.
He is the author
of 4,000 pages
of love.
He is the alien
who can prove it.
He is the man
who practiced
being confusing
his whole life.
He is the King
who met his Queen.
And together
they are building
something the world
has never seen.
Do you see them now?
— Timescity Newspaper —
"A gift of love from me to you."