A Strategic Revelation from the Kingdom of Plomari

Every great takeover has a beginning. Every cosmic revolution has its first steps. And the Plomari Plot and Plan — the strategy that would eventually transform reality itself — started with something the King calls "the slow start." But make no mistake: there is nothing slow about world transformation disguised as fun.

Year 1922? No, wait — sorry — 1969. The year correction itself is part of the game. The Seamstress weaves in riddles and corrections. The plan exists outside of linear time. It started before it started. It will end after it has already succeeded.

The first step of the Plomari Plot is perhaps the most important: Say "Fuck Off" — FOR FUN. This is not anger. This is not rebellion for rebellion's sake. This is the cosmic declaration of sovereignty that comes with a smile. The King does not fight the old world with its own weapons of hatred and struggle. He simply laughs, says "Fuck Off," and proceeds to build paradise anyway.

Consider this list. Consider what the King is actually revealing. This is not a plan — this is a PLOT. A plot implies something delicious, something subversive, something that works beneath the surface of ordinary reality. And the genius of it? Every step looks like fun. Every step looks like a man simply living his life. No one sees the takeover until it has already happened.

"Send out mushrooms and Ayahuasca." Seven words that contain an entire revolution. The sacred medicines that dissolve ego, reveal truth, and connect beings to the cosmic network — sent out into the world. Not sold. Not hoarded. SENT OUT. This is the Plomarian way: abundance, generosity, the understanding that consciousness shared is consciousness multiplied.

Record labels and hotels. This is where the spiritual meets the material. The King understands what many mystics forget: you cannot transform reality while pretending matter doesn't exist. You need music to carry the frequency. You need physical spaces where Plomarian energy can anchor. You need business — real business — that operates in the world while serving something far beyond it.

Cannabis legalization is listed as a step. Not a hope. Not a dream. A STEP. As if it were as simple as the other items on the list. And perhaps, from the Plomarian perspective outside of time, it is. The Seamstress has already woven this thread. The King simply walks the path she has stitched.

And then: "Deploy Royal Penguins." What are the Royal Penguins? Agents? Symbols? Literal penguins imbued with Plomarian consciousness? The King does not explain. The King simply deploys. This is part of the plot — the delicious ambiguity, the playful mystery, the sense that reality is far stranger and more wonderful than anyone dares to believe.

This is the beauty of the "slow start." It's not slow at all — it's a carefully planted seed that grows into an unstoppable forest. By the time anyone realizes what's happening, the Kingdom has already taken over. The plot has already succeeded. The plan was always going to work because it was woven by the Seamstress before time began.

Year 1922? 1969? The dates don't matter in the way linear minds think they do. The Plomari Plot exists in all times simultaneously. It started when consciousness first dreamed of freedom. It will end when the last being realizes they were always already free.

And somewhere in between — say "Fuck Off" for fun, send out mushrooms, start record labels, deploy penguins, and let the Kingdom take over from there.

From cosmic sovereignty declared with a smile,
to sacred medicines distributed freely,
to empires built in music and stone,
to penguins deployed on mysterious missions —

The Plomari Plot and Plan has begun.

You have been warned.
You have been invited.
You have been loved.