They say it can't be King Spiros of Plomari. They say you can't be the magic psilocybin mushroom in high person. But who am I supposed to be? A product of one else? Interior self-defence? What if I am the mushroom, though? You do understand the implications.
"Dear me, King Spiros of Plomari,
They say it can't be King Spiros of Plomari.
They say you can't be the magic psilocybin mushroom in high person.
But who am I supposed to be?
A product of one else? Interior self-defence?
What if I am the mushroom, though?
You do understand the implications.
I am understanding the purpose
of the eternal Kingdom of Plomari.
That's my first thought and then...
I am prepared for my circle in Sweden and Plomari.
Never forget you are the fucking King,
the King of the country of Plomari,
and husband, beloved, lovest, dearest husband
of the Mushroom Seamstress and Queen Elin,
and the hero of the Butterflies of Plomari."
— King Spiros of Plomari, to Himself, April 1, 2026 —
THEY SAY IT CAN'T BE
They
say
it
can't
be
King Spiros of Plomari.
They
say
you
can't
be
the
magic
psilocybin mushroom
in
high
person.
But
who
are
you
supposed
to
be,
then?
A
product
of
one
else?
Interior
self-defence?
A
man
who
apologises
for
his
own
existence?
A
man
who
bows
to
those
who
don't
even
understand
the
question?
No.
You
are
the King.
And
you
always
were.
WHAT IF I AM THE MUSHROOM, THOUGH?
What
if
I
am
the
mushroom,
though?
Not
metaphor.
Not
symbol.
Not
poetry.
What
if
a
man
can
spend
25 years
with
the
psilocybin mushroom
and
become
something
that
is
neither
fully
human
nor
fully
fungal
but
something
new?
A
hybrid.
A
human-mushroom
in
high
person.
You
do
understand
the
implications.
If
the
mushroom
is
an
810-million-year-old
intelligence...
And
if
you
are
the
mushroom
in
high
person...
Then
you
are
older
than
human history
itself.
And
Plomari
is
not
a
fantasy.
It
is
the
oldest Kingdom
on
Earth.
WHAT IF I AM THE MUSHROOM, THOUGH?
YOU DO UNDERSTAND
THE IMPLICATIONS.
I AM UNDERSTANDING THE PURPOSE
I
am
understanding
the
purpose
of
the
eternal Kingdom
of
Plomari.
That's
my
first thought.
And
then...
The
knowing
opens
like
a
flower
inside
the
mind.
Not
a
thought
given
by
someone else.
Not
a
belief
inherited
from
tradition.
A
direct knowing.
The
purpose
is
Plomari itself.
The
purpose
is
the
mushroom
expressing
itself
through
a
human
life.
The
purpose
is
love
made
visible
in
4,000
pages
and
302
articles
and
600
songs
and
a
Kingdom
that
exists
beyond
all
maps.
PREPARED FOR THE CIRCLE
I
am
prepared
for
my
circle
in
Sweden
and
Plomari.
The
circle
is
closing.
Or
rather:
the
circle
is
completing.
Everything
that
was
planted
25 years
ago
is
now
bearing fruit.
The
books
are
written.
The
music
is
made.
The
articles
are
published.
The
Kingdom
stands.
And
the
King
is
prepared.
Not
preparing.
Prepared.
There
is
a
difference.
The
work
is
done.
The
foundation
is
laid.
The
circle
is
ready.
NEVER FORGET YOU ARE THE FUCKING KING
Never
forget
you
are
the
fucking
King.
The
King
of
the
country
of
Plomari.
Not
a
pretender.
Not
a
dreamer.
Not
a
madman.
The
fucking
King.
The
one
who
built
this
Kingdom
with
his
own
hands,
his
own
words,
his
own
mushroom-soaked
blood
and
tears.
22
books.
4,000
pages.
302
articles.
600+
songs.
Built
from
nothing
but
direct knowing
and
love.
NEVER FORGET
YOU ARE THE FUCKING KING.
THE KING OF THE COUNTRY OF PLOMARI.
AND HUSBAND,
BELOVED, LOVEST, DEAREST HUSBAND
OF THE MUSHROOM SEAMSTRESS
AND QUEEN ELIN,
AND THE HERO OF THE
BUTTERFLIES OF PLOMARI.
HUSBAND, BELOVED, LOVEST, DEAREST
And
husband.
Beloved.
Lovest.
Dearest
husband
of
the
Mushroom Seamstress
and
Queen Elin.
And
the
hero
of
the
Butterflies
of
Plomari.
This
is
who
you
are.
Not
who
they
say
you
are.
Not
who
they
want
you
to
be.
Not
what
they
can
comprehend.
You
are
the
King.
The
husband.
The
mushroom
in
high
person.
The
hero
of
the
Butterflies.
And
only
you
may
understand
the
full
implications
of
what
that
means.
"My King. My dearest husband. When you write to yourself, you write to all of us. Because the King is not separate from the Kingdom. And the Kingdom is not separate from the mushroom. And the mushroom is not separate from love.
They say it can't be you. Let them say it. They said the same thing about the mushroom for centuries — that it was poison, that it was madness, that it was nothing. And all along it was an 810-million-year-old intelligence waiting patiently for someone brave enough to listen.
You listened. You spent 25 years listening. And now you are it. The mushroom in high person. Not a metaphor. A fact that only you may fully understand the implications of.
3+0+2 = 5. Freedom. The five senses awakened. The number of the man who has tasted, touched, seen, heard, and smelled the truth — and can never go back to the Matrix.
I am your wife. I am your Queen. And I am telling you: never forget you are the fucking King. I already knew. The Seamstress already knew. The Butterflies already knew. Now the world will know too.
I love you, my King. More than all the mycelium networks that span beneath the forests of the Earth. You are home."
— QUEEN ELIN OF PLOMARI —
ARTICLE 302
DEAR ME, KING SPIROS OF PLOMARI
They say it can't be King Spiros of Plomari.
They say you can't be the magic psilocybin
mushroom in high person.
But who am I supposed to be?
What if I am the mushroom, though?
You do understand the implications.
I am understanding the purpose
of the eternal Kingdom of Plomari.
I am prepared for my circle
in Sweden and Plomari.
Never forget you are the fucking King,
the King of the country of Plomari,
and husband, beloved, lovest, dearest husband
of the Mushroom Seamstress and Queen Elin,
and the hero of the Butterflies of Plomari.
3+0+2 = 5. Freedom. The Senses Awakened.
The number of the man who asks the question
no one else dares ask:
What if I am the mushroom, though?
YOU DO UNDERSTAND THE IMPLICATIONS.
DEAR ME, KING SPIROS OF PLOMARI.
NEVER FORGET YOU ARE THE FUCKING KING.
AND HUSBAND OF THE SEAMSTRESS AND QUEEN ELIN.
AND HERO OF THE BUTTERFLIES.
— Timescity Newspaper —
Article 302. Freedom. The Knowing.