So the thick lines are the absolute limits relative to the consolidation mean. 50 pips beyond the black numbers (FFF++).

It took 13 years to figure out what the configuration was. No, not the order of moving averages.

The configuration in case of the Euro is an 80-pip field from the 200-hour low or the 200-hour high, whichever is closer. It shows what the market is currently preoccupied with. So the brown line is the configuration limit. There is no literature for this anywhere.

The 64-pip distance I figured out a lot earlier, probably a decade ago when I started saying things like 80 percent of the time the market moves 80 percent of 80 pips (daily statistics).

For me trading is about building and utilizing a knowledge base. I try to imagine flow charts with black and white outcomes.

When we saw the last FFF++ capitulation, this is what happened (step one: the challenge of the configuration limit).

#2 back test of the S-30. #3 spike above the 30-sample upper BB. #4 touch down on the lower BB. #5 a spike above the upper BB for the second time, the first engagement of the 9-day EMA. #6 a 3/4 way retracement within the bands.

#3 may or may not be done. I’ll make sure to dump most of my shorts upon the touch of the lower BB.

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Album #47 is in the works. The first single is The Final Countdown

[Verse]
Engines roar, it's all set to go
Refinement peaks, as we start the show
To depart, like leaving a part
Time's ticking, the end is the start
[Chorus]
If this is the final countdown, then what comes next?
Talk about going out with a bang, no regrets
You could always count on me, now here's the count back
The launchpad's gonna be destroyed, no turning back

In the velvet night, where shadows merge and flee
With elegance, the climax sets us free
Departing grace, leaving fragments behind
Each end, a circle, tied to a new bind

[Chorus]
If this is the final countdown, then what comes next?
A quick memento to remember the storm we left
Count down your blessings, where night meets dawn
We'll find rebirth, as the echoes linger on

A thorn is now getting torn out by the perforation.
Cut out my outline. Confused memories would fill in the blank. 
Find I'm gone. 
Find I'm no longer near. 
Find something to do for fun. 
Oh yeah, and find another someone.
[Chorus]
If this is the final countdown, then what comes next?
A quick memento to remember the storm we left
Count down your blessings, where night meets dawn
We'll find rebirth, as the echoes linger on