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Those who surrender their keys for convenience deserves to lose their coins.
Not your keys. Not your coins.
Over coffee, you push services. Helping folks, you say. Steering them to exchanges, custodians, ease. It ain’t help. It’s a cage.
Bitcoin’s way is raw, human. It demands you hold your own.
Third parties are traps.
They gleam—convenience, safety. Lies.
Celsius crashed in ’22, locked funds, bled billions. BlockFi, crushed by FTX’s fall, went bankrupt. ByBit’s ’25 hack—$1.5 billion in Ethereum, stolen by Lazarus Group. Ledger’s ’23 breach gutted DApps, leaked names, addresses. Online wallet buys with cards? Your info’s a target.
These ain’t flukes.
They’re proof.
Centralized systems crack. Always.
Self-custody is Bitcoin’s soul.
Your keys, your wealth.
No middlemen.
No weak links.
You carry the weight—risk, power, truth. Sovereignty ain’t just freedom. It’s you, standing tall, coins in your grip, answering to none. It’s the fire of self-rule, where no bank, no platform, no thief touches what’s yours. You bow only to the blockchain’s cold truth.
Folks get spooked.
Wealth grows, they shy away. Too hard, they mutter. Not sharp enough. So they hand over keys, chasing convenience. That’s not Bitcoin. That’s servitude.
Sovereignty scorns convenience.
It’s choosing duty—delegating only when you must, not because it’s soft. It’s learning wallets, backups, the craft. Risk stings, but it forges you. Makes you king of your vault.
Multi-sig sounds safe.
For family offices—private bankers, systems, redundancies—it works.
Small families?
Different. They’ve got an advisor, maybe. Not a machine. Multi-sig’s multiple keys, signatures, complexity—it overwhelms. Lose one, misplace a signer, you’re locked out. Human nature—forgetful, rushed—trips up. Unless you’re studied, with plans and backups, it’s a hurdle.
For you, me, regular folk, simplicity rules. One key, one will.
Start Simple: Paper and Pen.
New to this? Don’t sweat.
Write your seed phrase—those 12 or 24 words—on two pieces of paper. Store one in a home safe, the other elsewhere. Remember, two is one. One is none. No tech, no leaks, no cost. Just you, your words, your hiding spots. Guard them from fire, flood, eyes. Test with small transfers first. It’s sovereignty you can touch.
My setup’s plain, human: Two laptops.
One offline. Bought with cash. No leaks. Flashed with Linux via single-use USB. Loaded wallet. Air-gapped, safe.
The other, online. Runs a watch-only wallet—Sparrow. Just to see inflows, no spending.
Seed phrase? A book cipher. Scattered across states and countries—hidden, secure.
For security, I flashed an old MacMini with Start9 OS. Runs headless as a Bitcoin node. Verifies transactions, no trust needed. Takes 500GB, steady internet. Simple. Mine.
Sovereignty is defiance.
It’s spitting at the world’s tune—trust us, we’ll hold it.
It’s safety in your hand, your mind. It’s liberty carved in code, unmoved by hacks or crashes.
There are no shortcuts. Do the work.
You want to help? Meet folks where they’re at.
Bitcoin’s simple, but minds fumble—teach with care.
Show them wallets, backups, duty.
Every soul who learns, who guards their keys, binds the network tighter. They are the chain. Sovereignty ain’t given. It’s seized. Through will.
Tell your friends. Coffee’s cold. Point them to the fire, not the cage.
Remember:
Not your keys. Not your coins.
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