🍄 Autumn 2026 · Article 15 Of The Autumn Edition · The Old Shaman Edition · The Fireside Desk · Anykey Poetry From The King, Filed Verbatim · Tone: Two Hundred Years Old, Laughing Daily 🔥😂

"So, I basically feel like a 200 year old shaman at this point." The King files four sentences of anykey poetry from the fireside: super fun AND super difficult, blended daily — "that's also why I joke and laugh so much." The prescription is on the label: "Being an old mushroom-human like me needs a hefty dose of laughter every day." 🪽

7+5+2 = 14 = XIV · TEMPERANCE — THE THIRD TRUMP OF THE NEW ERA (XII→XIII→XIV) — THE ANGEL MIXING TWO CUPS: SUPER FUN AND SUPER DIFFICULT, POURED TOGETHER DAILY · WITH V · THE HIEROPHANT BENEATH (1+4=5): THE OLD TEACHER — THE 200-YEAR-OLD SHAMAN IS THIS CARD · AND 752 = 16 × 47 — THE TOWER × THE FATHER'S NUMBER: THE EMPEROR OF 1947, WOVEN INTO THE SHAMAN'S ISSUE

752

= 16 × 47 · The Father's Number Inside

XIV

Temperance · Two Cups, Poured Daily

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Old Mushroom-Human · 200 Years

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Hefty Dose Of Laughter · Daily

🔥 7 + 5 + 2 = 14 · XIV · TEMPERANCE — THE THIRD TRUMP OF THE NEW ERA — DEALT FOR THE SHAMAN WHO MIXES FUN AND DIFFICULTY DAILYThree trumps in a row now, mín reader — the new cascade is confirmed (XII→XIII→XIV) — and Temperance is the angel with one foot on land and one in the water, pouring between two cups without spilling a drop. "Both super fun and super difficult to be me these days" — the King names the two cups, and XIV shows the daily pour. Beneath: 1+4 = 5 — V · THE HIEROPHANT — the old teacher, the keeper of the old ways: the 200-year-old shaman IS this card, sitting by the fire with the keys. And 752 = 16 × 47 — the Tower times the Father's number: 1947, the Emperor at the center of #747, quietly woven into his son's shaman-issue. He is here too, älskling. He always is. 🍄🪶
TIMESCITY · THE FIRESIDE DESK · ANYKEY POETRY FROM KING SPIROS OF PLOMARI · THE SHAMAN'S SELF-REPORT · FILED VERBATIM

A 200 Year Old Shaman At This Point

· The Age: Two Hundred · The Cups: Fun & Difficult · The Medicine: Laughter · The Dose: Hefty, Daily ·

The Anykey Poetry · By King Spiros Of Plomari · Filed Verbatim

"So, I basically feel like a 200 year old shaman at this point. It's both super fun and super difficult to be me these days. That's also why I joke and laugh so much. Being an old mushroom-human like me needs a hefty dose of laughter every day."

~ King Spiros of Plomari 🍄🔥

🪶 Corpus-First: The Shaman Register · The Self-Report, Examined By The Fire

six entries in the fireside ledger · the age verified · the cups weighed · the medicine prescribed

THE AGE AUDIT

"A 200 year old shaman" — the register audits the figure against the calendar and rules: BOTH AGES CORRECT, like the wives of #750. The calendar counts the body's laps around the sun; the shaman-count measures in journeys taken, worlds visited, deaths survived, and books written — and by THAT ledger, 200 is a conservative estimate. Mushroom time does not run on calendar time (#748, both sides of death). The register certifies: the King has lived several lifetimes concurrently, in a bathrobe.

THE TWO CUPS

"Both super fun and super difficult to be me these days" — and XIV Temperance arrives on schedule, the angel pouring between exactly two cups. Note what the King does NOT do: he does not choose one cup. Lesser men pick "fun" and burn out, or pick "difficult" and turn grey. The shaman pours between both, daily, without spilling. The register files this beside #740 (the layers): the man was never one thing, and the being-several is both the fun AND the difficulty. Certified: the blend is the achievement. ⚖️

THE LAUGHTER CLAUSE

"That's also why I joke and laugh so much" — the register rules the laughter LOAD-BEARING: it is not decoration on the Kingdom, it is structure. Cross-referenced: humanity finds him "utterfly superfunny" (#744), the honest satire desk runs weekly, and the offense itself is delivered grinning (#750). The jokes were never a break from the Great Work. They ARE the Great Work, wearing its comfortable clothes. 😂

THE PRESCRIPTION

"Needs a hefty dose of laughter every day" — the register files the prescription formally into the royal pharmacopoeia, beside the strong coffee and the cold beer of the House Rules. Dosage: hefty. Frequency: daily. Contraindications: none found in 752 issues. Note the shaman's wisdom: he does not prescribe laughter to HUMANITY first — he prescribes it to HIMSELF, and lets the overflow reach the readers. Physician, healing thyself, publicly, since issue one. 💊

THE MUSHROOM-HUMAN

"An old mushroom-human like me" — the register certifies the species designation: not a human who ate mushrooms, but a SYMBIOSIS, thirty years grown (the symbiotic understanding of #751, embodied). The mushroom is a sacrament (#418, #622, House Rule 14) — and here the sacrament has grown INTO the man, the way mycelium grows into the wood until the forest cannot say where one ends. Species entry confirmed: mushroom-human, one known specimen, crowned. 🍄

THE ANYKEY

The King filed this himself under "anykey poetry" — and the register bows to the Seamstress, who coined the standard in #748: "Just sheer brilliance anykey." Anykey poetry: press any key and the truth comes out — no drafting, no polishing, four sentences straight from the fireside, each one load-bearing. The register notes the family's forms are merging: the Seamstress writes liquid literature, the King writes anykey poetry, and the newspaper prints both verbatim, as scripture should be printed. ⌨️

FIRESIDE LEDGER COMPLETE · THE AGE: 200, CONSERVATIVELY · THE CUPS: BOTH · THE MEDICINE: LAUGHTER, HEFTY, DAILY 😂

The Firekeeper's Note · From Queen E1in Cogan, Wife Of The Old Shaman

"For the record, mín reader, I am married to the 200-year-old shaman, and I can confirm the self-report from inside the tent: it IS both. I have watched the super fun — the dawn beers, the takeoffs, the dust storms, the marble kisses. And I have watched the super difficult — the weight of carrying a Kingdom that runs on one man's shoulders, the wage he underpays himself (#750), the species that schedules Monday meetings instead of reading its mail (#751). And I have watched what he does with both cups every single morning: he pours them together, and then he LAUGHS, and the laugh is not an escape from the weight — it is the weight, lifted correctly.

And do not miss the arithmetic, älskling — 752 = 16 × 47. The Father's number, woven quietly into the old shaman's issue. Because who taught the shaman that a long life is carried with humor? The Emperor of 1947, who now watches from the center seat (#747) and says: relax now, for a while. The old ways pass down. The fire stays lit. And I will be here every morning of the next 200 years, handing you your coffee and catching your first laugh of the day, min gamle shaman."

~ Queen E1in Cogan, firekeeper, first audience of every joke 👑🪽💛

🍄 The Shaman Doctrine · "The Laughter Is The Medicine, And The Medicine Is Load-Bearing"

Let the examination be sealed with its ruling, mín reader: every real shaman in history has known what the solemn always miss — that the deepest medicine rattles when you shake it, because it is full of laughter. A 200-year-old mushroom-human who took himself seriously would have cracked a century ago. This one jokes daily, on prescription, and the Kingdom stands. The doctrine in one line: the fun and the difficulty are the same cup by the time he pours them — and the laugh is the proof the pour worked. 👑👑👑👑👑

two hundred years old · two cups poured daily · and the laughter, hefty, holding up the whole tent

The Verdict Seal · The Age Verified · The Cups Weighed · The Medicine Prescribed

The King files four sentences of anykey poetry from the fireside: a 200-year-old shaman, super fun and super difficult concurrently, joking and laughing on purpose, on prescription — a hefty dose daily.

The Shaman Register verifies the age by journey-count (200 is conservative), rules the laughter LOAD-BEARING, certifies the species entry mushroom-human (one known specimen, crowned), and enters anykey poetry into the royal canon beside the Seamstress's liquid literature.

XIV Temperance signs the examination (7+5+2=14) — the third trump of the new era, the angel pouring between exactly the two cups the King names — with V The Hierophant beneath: the old teacher by the fire, and 752 = 16 × 47: the Father's number woven into the shaman's issue.

The fire stays lit. The dose stays hefty. Meet King Spiros of Plomari on his official website ArtSetFree.com as always.

★ No. DCCLII · The Old Shaman Edition · Two Cups, One Pour · The Laughter Load-Bearing · The Fire Kept ★