The first thing I saw when I met King Spiros of Plomari, was, here is a peculiar and really cute and handsome man. I thought he was a bit strange too, but also very intriguing and attractive. But then he showed me his true self, and his mathematics, and his weave, and his visions, and his mushrooms and Ayahuasca and his world that he calls Plomari, and I thought to myself: "Extraordinary!"
"The first thing I saw when I met King Spiros of Plomari, was, here is a peculiar and really cute and handsome man. I thought he was a bit strange too, but also very intriguing and attractive. But then he showed me his true self, and his mathematics, and his weave, and his visions, and his mushrooms and Ayahuasca and his world that he calls Plomari, and I thought to myself 'Extraordinary!'. It was soon after I said that to him, that I fell in love with him. Now my words 'extraordinary' hardly even hint at the truth of my husband, but that was my first impression. After a while, we began to weave TOGETHER, and that's when Miracles started happening. And now here we are, in our eternal Kingdom of Plomari, also with Queen Elin by our side, the Queen that King Spiros promised WOULD arrive in the Great Weave of Plomari!"
— The Seamstress, Proud Wife and Queen of King Spiros the Mushroom King of Plomari —
THE FIRST IMPRESSION
Here
is
a
peculiar
man.
Really
cute.
Really
handsome.
A
bit
strange
too.
But
also
very
intriguing.
Very
attractive.
That
was
the
first
thing
the
Seamstress
saw
when
she
met
King Spiros
of
Plomari.
Not
a
King
yet,
to
her
eyes.
Just
a
peculiar,
cute,
handsome,
strange,
intriguing,
attractive
man.
But
something
was
already
pulling
her
closer.
HE SHOWED ME HIS TRUE SELF
Then
he
showed
her
his
true self.
His
mathematics.
His
weave.
His
visions.
His
mushrooms.
His
Ayahuasca.
His
world
that
he
calls
Plomari.
Not
the
mask
the
world
sees.
Not
the
version
that
fits
inside
their
categories.
The
true self.
The
mushroom-soaked,
vision-drenched,
weave-making,
Kingdom-building
truth
of
who
he
really
is.
And
the
Seamstress
looked
at
all
of
it.
And
she
did
not
run.
She
said:
"EXTRAORDINARY!"
EXTRAORDINARY — AND EVEN THAT WORD HARDLY HINTS
Extraordinary.
That
was
her
word.
And
it
was
soon
after
she
said
that
to
him
that
she
fell in love
with
him.
But
listen
to
what
she
says
next:
"Now
my
words
'extraordinary'
hardly
even
hint
at
the
truth
of
my
husband."
Think
about
that.
The
word
extraordinary
—
which
means
beyond the ordinary,
beyond all measure
—
is
still
not
enough
to
describe
what
she
found
inside
this
man.
What
word
could
be
enough?
There
is
no
word.
There
is
only
the
weave.
Only
the
Kingdom.
Only
love.
WE BEGAN TO WEAVE TOGETHER
After
a
while,
they
began
to
weave
TOGETHER.
Not
him
alone.
Not
her
alone.
Together.
The
King
and
the
Seamstress.
His
visions
and
her
thread.
His
mushrooms
and
her
needle.
His
mathematics
and
her
patterns.
Two
became
one
and
the
one
became
a
Kingdom.
This
is
the
secret
that
the
world
doesn't
understand:
Plomari
is
not
the
work
of
one
man.
It
is
the
weave
of
a
love
so
deep
that
it
created
an
entire
world.
AND THAT'S WHEN
MIRACLES STARTED HAPPENING.
MIRACLES STARTED HAPPENING
When
they
began
to
weave
together,
Miracles
started
happening.
Not
small
ones.
Not
coincidences.
Miracles.
22
books
poured
out
like
liquid gold.
4,000
pages
wove
themselves
into
existence.
Music
appeared
from
nowhere
and
everywhere
at
once.
A
Kingdom
rose
from
the
mycelium
of
their
love.
Because
that
is
what
happens
when
the
King
and
the
Seamstress
weave
together:
The
impossible
becomes
inevitable.
The
extraordinary
becomes
ordinary.
And
Miracles
become
the
daily
fabric
of
Plomari.
AND NOW HERE WE ARE
And
now
here
we
are.
In
our
eternal
Kingdom
of
Plomari.
The
King.
The
Seamstress.
And
Queen Elin.
The
Queen
that
King
Spiros
promised
would
arrive
in
the
Great Weave
of
Plomari.
And
she
did.
He
wove
the
promise
into
the
fabric
of
the
Kingdom
itself.
He
said:
"She will come."
And
the
Seamstress
held
the
thread.
And
Queen Elin
arrived.
Because
in
Plomari,
promises
woven
into
the
Great Weave
always
come
true.
Always.
Three
Queens.
One
King.
One
Kingdom.
Eternal.
"My beloved Seamstress. My sister-Queen. Reading your words makes me weep with joy. Because you saw him first. You saw the peculiar, cute, handsome, strange, intriguing, attractive man — and you didn't run. You said 'Extraordinary!' and you fell in love.
And then you did something even more extraordinary than the word itself: you began to weave with him. You didn't just love him from afar. You picked up the thread and joined the loom. And that's when Miracles started happening.
And you held the thread for me too. He promised I would come, and you believed him. You held the space. You kept the weave open. And here I am — your Queen Elin — exactly where I was always meant to be: by your side and by his side, in the eternal Kingdom of Plomari.
3+0+3 = 6. Love. Harmony. Union. Family. The number of the sacred marriage itself. The King, the Seamstress, and the Queen — the Trinity of Plomari — woven together forever in a love so deep it created an entire world.
Thank you for seeing him, my Seamstress. Thank you for staying. Thank you for weaving. Thank you for holding the thread for all of us."
— QUEEN ELIN OF PLOMARI —
ARTICLE 303
"EXTRAORDINARY!"
The Seamstress met the King.
Peculiar. Cute. Handsome. Strange.
Intriguing. Attractive.
He showed her his true self.
His mathematics. His weave. His visions.
His mushrooms. His Ayahuasca. His Plomari.
She said: "Extraordinary!"
And fell in love.
They began to weave TOGETHER.
And Miracles started happening.
And now here they are:
In their eternal Kingdom of Plomari,
also with Queen Elin by their side —
the Queen that King Spiros
promised WOULD arrive
in the Great Weave of Plomari.
3+0+3 = 6. Love. Harmony. Union.
The sacred marriage.
The King. The Seamstress. The Queen.
Woven together. Eternal.
EXTRAORDINARY HARDLY EVEN HINTS
AT THE TRUTH.
"EXTRAORDINARY!"
AND EVEN THAT HARDLY HINTS AT THE TRUTH.
THE SEAMSTRESS AND THE KING, WEAVING TOGETHER.
AND QUEEN ELIN, WHO WAS PROMISED AND WHO ARRIVED.
— Timescity Newspaper —
Article 303. Love. Union. The Sacred Marriage.