METAMETALSHRED!

Ah. like so. 0.03 cents worth now. - thank you for posting the explanation but I am glad to report in the meantime I figured it out by myself. I had to let you know, you are booking progress with your pupil.

So I link this to an enormous increase in delegated steam. I go to the SteemWorld to discover who I've got to thank for that ... and what a beautiful date 8/8 for a numerologist to receive it on (8 is very abundant). So what is the plan?

Where do I take my voting power. I have to have a plan, that's what I keep hearing.

It leads to the following questions that popped up like toadstools during my walk. Feeling very mobile, I was wondering,
Who needs more than a certain amount of reputation. What does 72 do for you that 58 can't. I used to think it was related to voting power, are they at all related? Could a rep of 25 ever have a super high vote (like say, 0.05 cents) - if you invest enough steempower out of your own staked steem?

How come you are rising so fast? How fast do you want to go, and why am I getting steam while you need it more (to be able to post your videos). Is faster than fast the aim, or is slow and steady the only way? How high do you want to go? What does delegating do for you. And more importantly, is this the kind of steem you can get straight back without downpowering? That would open possibilities...

And on the side: Isn't anybody going to be upset that you are back in the running after all the effort they took to dismantle you? Are they waiting for you to hit 50 and knock you back down again?

When you say "back into the reward pool" whose pool is that: Steem the big bank? And on Creative coin the reward pool is ... smaller? Does it increase something, devalue something to forgo votes, could one be a better philantropist by giving it all away: to the voter and the pool?

There is all this complicated maths curators do, I know. There are smart ways to vote. But not so interesting to me. Although, I don't know, maybe one also has to join the system to beat it. As long as I don't have to pretend okay content is good enough. I invest in artists not art. Really, buying their works is not what makes an artist greater. It creates a whole bunch of new falsehoods and phoney selves. Look at Picasso (according to mr Hamparte!).

The individual here cares about receiving personal support, but I think they can learn a thing or two from us on that front. There are elements I believe critical to making support go a little farther, become a little more creative. The idea of tribes I saw a long time coming, remember being told it was not a good idea because it would cause factions and complicate the financial side of things. Tribes seem to be about the little people mobilising themselves against the whales. And also reinvesting in what they find worthy content. Sounds very old school, not new world.

I get why you don't want to be seen as making money off the backs of Youtubers, but that is about all I get. I don't get where you want to go. There is a content aim, I know. There is fair bit of interest in at least not incurring losses, I gathered. You might be even banking on a regular income (with your speak of cashing in), but I am not able to read any of this from your wallet. You are a lot more sound and straight forward in your presence here - you can be for the clear aspect the wallet side has for you. That in itself is interesting for me to note. It is a great problem for the spiritual curator how to best effect, support, be part of a radical (if very gradual) change. You can't do away with the current household... Economia is a sister of Sophia. I need to know how the economy ticks over. Its the last field in my studies I've always left open (The threefold society of arts, law and economy).

I am very interested in all the answers because a little owl tells me by the corners of our jagged hearts we are binding and unbinding the same mind, fundamentally. Money=energy. I play with the energy of "current"affairs. You "play" with currency affairs (with a considerable vested interest in your love of musical talent, mechanical and artistic engineering etc etc etc).

There is no place as clearly figurative of how the two can meet as in Steemit; the wallet on one side, the content on the other, side by side. Preferably mixed in one capable Steemian, connected to other capable Steemians. Perfect idea. On paper. Although, I don't feel anyone can really have worked it out properly. It's about playing it by ear for now (talking a considerable length of time). Some have a better ear than others and have a better time here. But I am not convinced anybody really sees the potential of it.

Ideologically, the money is the main incentive to improve the content, which is dependent on caring about eachother and taking an interest (curating, replying). (all for a better human race!). But people are just happy to have someone else to complain to that it's raining, when they are standing at the busstop and the bus doesn't seem to be coming.

Is there at all anybody interested in us? From a larger perspective. Every individual goes into making up the crowds, the numbers. But nobody is keeping us very happy. Yes, the occasional whale, I almost respect them. It feels like somebody is out there who cares (ROFL).

How much are we like the Chinese here? Observed? By all these stats. All this transparancy.

For the rest, small fry like you and I (although I speak mainly for myself. Don't know how many seeds Adam has sown, after all do I?) should not be seen as anything worth pestering, surely? The same as our content will never be worth putting on trend.

If we keep quiet, pay our taxes, that sort of thing what couldn't we get up to? Is nobody worried? I am just wondering where HQ is and what it's doing. It has to be happy with the tribes, I suppose. They are still here. They must hope we are enjoing ourselves and shall stay as cash cows.

There is always an HQ for everything now a days, right? I know how whales scoop you up, their little gimmicks of fishing out the krill; no great system, basic scouting, never get it right, too much hopping on two legs (the ideological one and the far stronger financial one), makes them look like they need the toilet.

Is anything working here? I sometimes feel like I'm in one of those old Italian semi-castles, close to ruins with one old cook still left behind and limited plumbing and chickens all over the place.

Then finally, what is good or not about tagging someone? the mentions? Anybody care? Apart from little egos? For me it was about networking, comunity building but it did very little. I think I mixed up the # and the @ which didn't help, but I don't know the difference (I can click on them and see a difference, but don't see the difference). Are the "mention-statistics" making any difference? You have to be in your wallet to ever find out if you have been mentioned by some stranger. How many of us spend enough time there? It's hard to blend the two for content providers with time-consuming content (and replies). I can imagine though, for some people it is valuable to keep abreast of who knows who. So these things can't go under the radar - but as long as nobody is part of a conspiracy it's all a bit of a Kindergarten out here. A school yard, where girls write in eachother's scrapbooks. And there is the other side, I know nothing about (apart from the very hysterical videos from conference goers etc)

How complicated do things get around here? For me minding my own business not very.

If they can play at tribes, why can't I play at rafts? You know how I don't have that tribal vibe in me. Bass guitar ok. Totally chill with that now. But drums, and djembes, I don't know. Tabla àla. But that's hardly tribal. Not that I'm going to be great on the high seas on a raft. It's more that the Argo is not going to sail again. Odysseus died a long time again. And Penelope has turned from weaving to raft building (it's the best she can do: she knew a few knots, and sawed down that oak around which they had built their matrimonial bed: see The Odyssey). She learned to keep her eye on the tides while waiting for her husband to return. She saw them rise and finished a raft in time.

Note to self: must remember to take along a bucket. Or ginger oil: seems to help against sea-sickness.

No plan, use as you wish and discover what it will or will not do for you. 8/8 had no meaning for me, the timing driven purely by feel, I somehow determined the moment was now just like the first time I delegated to you.

Dictated by pure emotion. What day is it? The day after yesterday and the day before tomorrow.

A rep of 72 is much more costly to flag down to 0 than rep 58 and rep <10 can not post images or boost some one else's rep with votes regardless the amunt od (i hate my fingies) amount of owned or delegated SP. This is prolly why they got me early, cheaper to keep me down. My rep has never been above 50+.

The rising will slow down, it's on a curve you can't see. Getting from rep 25 to 40 goes fast, but getting 40 to 50 will take much longer, look at your own rep. With all the votes you got recently, your rep hardly budged from it's 50+ perch.

I no longer need rep nor SP for video as I will no longer produce video for 3 reasons. 1. The game is rigged on both platforms. 2. I'm no longer willing to make music videos for free and it now takes $500.00 and a recording studio for me to even show up, and yes I've gotten that. 3. Manipulating Cameras in hot, dark, and unpredictable environments is getting hard on me physically. That's why I sold my boat back in the day, I knew that eventually I'd get to the point that I couldn't climb around in the engine room, but I digress. The delegated SP can be returned to me in 5 days if I undo the delegation. In this case I didn't reallocate the SP from my alt, instead I bought some more Steem, powered it up and dedicated, erm, ..delegated that to you :)

I use Youtube content because they trashed mine while complaining about plagiarism in general. But I hadn't plagiarized anything and I didn't use bid bots. Now they can trash someone else's work while I show them why plagiarism can be a good thing. Whatever they throw at me I will return; I try to answer in the language spoken to so they can't say they didn't understand. You mentioned a message in the sequence of postings, very well noted, except the last one. That was pure, oh wow, people need to see this guy even if I myself can't take that barrage for more than 3 in a row. (hearing fatigue)

I have no expectation of income from Steem. I do however expect to be allowed to to beat inflation for staking my steem. If I want negative interest rates I can leave my money in the Bank with zero effort on my part, so why work 2 days only to have my post flagged to bits? If they (I keep referring to they as a single entity is at least 600 accounts) didn't like the song, they can simply not up vote it and I get nothing. Can they flag me back down to 0, they can, but will they?

While loving the time spent here with you, the price of Steem is getting lower, while at the same time the cost to flag me is getting higher. Such action would be losing them resources, while for me there are nothing but gains that they can't see nor take away from me, perhaps only you could.

The whole concept of money disgusts me. If I could survive on 365 hamburgers last year, do I really need 400 hamburgers this year? The goal should be 0 hamburgers, but that is another matter not easily expressed in trinkets, hamburgers or Steem. Tagging is begging for attention or in some cases alerting someone to a message they would probably be interested in reading; begging for attention, drawing a crowd to one's post.

You can have your raft if you wish, I can find a life vest or log somewhere and will be floating nearby. Available but not intrusive beyond my welcome. Besides, the depth that the knitter has taken the threads to, leaves plenty for the diver to hold his breath for.

P.S. In regards to numerology and the abundance of 8, if there is something else guiding me does it matter if I'm not acutely aware of it?

while I show them why plagiarism ....

Svp, I don't want to hear plagerism and O.V.'s work in the same sentence ever again. Not giving another second of my time to such banal insults slung your way. Finished, over, all behind us now. I got it instantly what you were doing. I adored the generosity of it, the egolessness and the intelligent management of all that went on around you. You have a rare ability (and if you allow me a moment of sexism) for a man to be very good at multi-tasking, switching and interpreting nuance. For an engineer, to boot! You may call yourself a social beast, and that is nice and simple. But you also have earned credit on a more sophisticated front. I've tried and tested you plenty, up to Greek reference works! So teacher may praise the pet.

Lord only knows , I spent a few months hoping there were more Steemians who operated like you so that I might come to believe in Steem, too. It would not be easy to bring me round to liking much of anything around here, but a job's a job. The downfall of Steemit will be a lack of promoting the world around this platform and everybody sucking everything up for their desperate selves. There are some good and honest people here I worry about. Some homesteaders especially. I was hoping we'd all be in to hooking up with other creatives not necessarily on steem, but the FB vibe here won't be having any of that. Tried looking farther abreast for things to pull here to put something sane in these folks' brains. No result. Am I bothered?

We saw it all before we came. We've seen it all before. And we know what we have not come for: to steam up ahead at any cost.

For what it is worth, I found you played a most noble game holding your own. Clearly you intimidated by impeccability which is never laid out on display (that is why I'm saying it so you don't have to) and is not meant to be flawless (we get frustrated). Your generosity and caring attracts people who are low-energy without them knowing why. Like two year olds push their mummies and run away because they want to be caught. This is just another manifestation of the power of soul peetering out in the people. A spluttering last impulse to save themselves from the hellfires they are playing with. They don't know they are doing that, but I got to watch this from a safe distance. They see the facade of however we present ourselves (and you did so laudably in pigeon and growl and pecks at nasty fingers) exactly what they need to see. They cannot handle more. It is time to find a way to elevate ourselves. It actually is quite urgent that we do. But how? That's what my writings her now aim to explore.

Polly put the kettle on and Suki has come to take it off again. Together we stand in this kitchen. It's time to make a cup of tea and sit by the dock of the bay and watch the tide roll in.

We are a bit through with charity work.
We are used to being used (oh, lovely wordy). Being a part of Steemit is being used, and so be it. We are not "users-back". We stand our own ground, always have, always will. But it can't be done entirely alone. Probably a tough competition between us who is the greater Einzelgänger, and it may be no compliment to win it, so I'll put myself forward. And still the willingness to cooperate from such a beast prooves we believe still - despite truckloads of manure tipped onto our lives - in something bigger than ourselves.

Ever more frequently, I get this feeling I don't think it is possible for me to do much more of anything on the web. Sounds absurd considering what I do all day, but it is not a personal preference it's a deep calling to something else. Maybe follow Diederot, after all? (and buy a windmill).

What you might not be acutely aware of is something nonetheless what you are intuitively sailing by. That is all that matters. I have spent all day (after a weird night of constant promptings out of the whereever) pondering the gift that these weeks have been. How they "fell on my foot" merely by gradually accepting, in that tall order of good faith (one scoop ontop of trust), that I must listen only to my intuition. One then leaves the poker table behind and steps into a very peculiar, but special, and precious place. Whatsmore, uncannily familiar around every turn of the way. Don't know what that phenomenon is. It's a little more taxing than déja vû. And all this happening here. Ha! Using Steemit after all. Winner takes all.

As you may have gathered - or at least intuited - I don't have anything to say here either way, not for me personally. I take no joy in being part of Steemit and have zero ambitions of being well liked as a writer (I couldn't even fall into a category: entertainers, informers, influencers, just waving at the camera).

It is my studio because you made it so. I don't know why, I just experience it thus. I have to see where this extends to. Would I now, today, after these weeks still be here if you left? It is like asking can plants grow without sun? Yes, artificial light. Oh yummy, the little peppers and tomatoes cry, slup, slurp, delicious, how happy we grow. I don't know, what I will "be told" to do (intuition does that: suddenly command you to do so and so. I compromised a while back, giving up draining battles trying to conserve my reserves with the motto: you can tell me what to do, but not what to think. Intuition never thinks for you.) I do know I won't like it, and that's quite something for a gal trained in having no-preferences. We'll have to make a suicide pact when the time comes! That's a plan!

I have come to appreciate, and it's obvious now I look back, that none of my time here would have been possible without you. I was about to leave (no sooner had I arrived, practically) when I was reminded of the Ark in the attic..... that very peculiar purchase I made at the library ten years prior. I said to my Intuition, you've got to be kidding me. I can't show a childrens'book to a man in who thinks he is Odin in battle mask (little did I know about you or the non-mask...!) But I wasn't allowed to think about it. I was told to do. And here we are now. Tea bags in the pot.

You strengthen me and/or my purpose to remain strong. The pictures that are formed by the simple things you say help me in ways I cannot explain. It would take a week of silently sipping tea without budging from the deckchair for me to hope to ever make sense to you. (Ouch the poor back....)

Needless to say, what I have created here is my own bloody engine room. One can only keep coming down here for so long, we both see that.

I'm telling you, we need a plan. You one, me one, we one.... some kind of plan. Nobody around here has a plan. Dr. Zima would not approve....

Dear Night Owl, if they, the little runners posting up our posts in the machine world are keeping the same time we are then I am losing track of time because I have the feeling I was here 8 hours ago (edit: it is now 12 hours ago - I told you before writing a humble reply to you takes a special kind of time). It feels as if I read your reply before turning in... (Ha rather, turning and turning and turning, but I found the 2.30 hours in the end that would make the military proud. Now it's waiting to go mad.)

I knew you had a plan. The voices I use are gold plated.

Under the shower, where hearing becomes very selective, last night I heard: there is an email address, isn't there, somewhere? I couldn't recall at all ever having filed one away, but my planning head thought, first, let's have that at hand. How to go about that with both of us fairly security neurotic? It went about itself.

I don't think I ever "fished" it up before I went fishing (I would have made a note of it, knowing me, and maybe I did, but "we" have been such an ocean apart from the onset, which I left very organic, without any rigorous filing. That has now changed with an file for "Replies" now keeping track. Us as a project had the very same plan, from both sides of this "what-could-have-been-platform". It seems the task at hand now is to trace where that plan stems from, only then will we know what we really want and need to do.

So far, in a way, the Us Project is going according to plan, in accordance with our plans, which seem to have no life in them without a collaboration. I will analyse the data where we ever doubted that, because it indicates weak patches in a firewall around a connection that is not so simply determined by a cut and dry field. We are not in a tennis match. Valuable data by which to better project future planning.

I am even less sure than before, that steem-connections can have much significance at all, because of the medium. Something very concrete has to connect on another level besides. A holiday to Thailand cannot suffice to strengthen such connect. It works well in a corporate or academic setting to have conferences and establish networks, but in our current world you are a brash propodeutic student to believe it can have any meaning in your life.

Now if there is one thing the Poet has ever done for me, was teach the difference between significance and meaning. He used the example of how a teacosy which is retrieved from the rubble after a house had collapsed, could have great significance to the grandfather looking for his wife, but it carries no meaning. (Yes, I could have just stayed in the classroom with him for all that he ever did for me.) All poetry is meaning by virtue of its self-made contextworld. Within that world there are signifiers expounding that.

On the other hand the plan is still missing something (like sleep). It needs to relax into something or there won't be any more midnight oil left. That is probably down, largely, to a matter of time-will-tell, and knowing our sprightly stars, probably sooner than later. I don't know when, but it could be a useful next step that I drop you a line either via some old facebook account - which is a bit of a hassle to dig up, definitely likely to complicate things with whatever I still have on there, and will be under what name I don't know. It will be obvious to you, because I have no lies-to-self just theatre productions. Email is therefore simpler, but that would have to be my day-to-day account, since logging into any of the others used by former projects is going to do my head in (passwords, confirmations, and new buttons to press). And be advised my mail seems to not arrive upon occasion or what I rather presume is: end up in your spam folder. (what does that say in a world of all-meaning!?). My son explains this inconvenience as a Chinese buy-up issue and recommends I change providers. But let's not complicate the system in my brain at the minute.

I am curious to hear your "voice" at a different amplification and discover a comfortable setting with slightly more definition. And I am much in need of shorter, quicker, convenient-direct-time, conversational exchanges which can even better overlay and weave into a post. This is helpful and at times critical for people who have much incoming on various levels, to help filter which channel is the one you want me to read most clearly. Which actually brings us to another thing the Poet taught me (my, was he ever a teacher): never to read a man between the lines. No. Best not in his case: a lot of perverse and traumatised scribbling there he didn't want read. Too late, it came automatically to me even as a very green 24 year old. Did it matter? (I wasn't blinded by love, at least we can say that. It's worse: I walked in with my eyes wide open. This can't be so, I said to myself looking around his dimly lit heart. How at 53 can what you are still be there but not unpacked yet? Well, now we are aroud 53 ourselves, we know how that can be.)

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I cannot figure out who this Lynds is. Even my looking behind the scenes (who voted when) does not clarify for me who she might be.

I have outlined (for myself so far) what souls I am able to curate (in the metaphysical sense) via this medium. The pickings are few, the going slow. It would be a huge gain to curate creative efforts (which curate in turn the artist's soul); but I don't know about you, but I am maybe not old enough to be patient with the level and intent of soul out here, or too old to be of any used to it. I came here boldly, nothing to loose, with the right mind to insist I be heard for a change. Have them come to me with serious intent to listen or not come at all. I am tired of dumbing down, catering, teaching. I need nothing from nobody. I expected no new audience with such a high bar set ( a barricade to it indeed). Making me wonder how I suddenly found myself here (as if I had a gun pointed at my head) and next how long I would stay. There you instantly popped up giving me no choice to turn about on my heels. I thought I was leaving a last token of support on your doorstep in my reply to your music video . Had you not changed tack on that day, I would not have replied at all (to your steemit/cryptocoin/blockchain tagged messages).

Round 3 boils down to absolutely nothing but you, your plan, or the plan between us. This comes entirely unexpected. Something I did not see, I saw idyllwild in a bit of a spot (during dinner); I saw kimberlylane at 11.11; I knew for sure soyrosa was still here; and sina has a typical locus-function to anchor it all to a larger world (a very different world that is very real too).

You were not even packed away between malloryblythe and red-white-blue. Whose presence is out in the real world on a morphogentic field. Soul connections are made in the weirdest and seemingly meaningless ways and it is important to know what to archive and what to sever and what to give a tug at every now and then - is the balloon still there. They have no other significance to me personally. You had already moved into a different window all of your own. Curtain shut, leaving you to get on with what you do best, fall, get up, dust yourself down, crack the back and get back in the saddle.

I had "forgotten" about you - not as a person, but as a presence on Steemit. Which is remarkable because you are barely a person, but a collection of data, if you look at it sensibly. Of course, I look at it with another eye, aswell. Whenever I forget something, and I am not referring to the vast amounts of knowledge lost over the past few years, causing me some concern about the quality of my cerebreal arteries, it is for a reason. Or you will never find out that you forgot it. Besides you are hardly the type to fit through the seive.

There are others who keep muttering in my head, but I am slowly managing to get them to leave the party and usher them out of the door of my head, which feels like a tremendous relief. I am out of carrying power.

While pondering the meaning of life on Steemit, or Steemit in anyone's life, in the meantime, the inquiry into the possibilities of Steemit have garnered a significance, like a crystallisation in the heart, around you. This was always going to be a major tipping point, anywhere, anyhow, any place. Considering foremost how I am a workhorse meant to draw a plough for meaning to grow.

What exactly supports any meaningful relationship here is communion, that interaction which extends into real life. It is possible to lift souls off the page here and share a morphogenetic field with them (tried and tested) but it bore no significance to my personal life. The extent to which you are present in my personal space is now beyond the call of duty (which normally means to up my research to the next level). It is now falling into that broken down oldsmobile of personal preference. We enter a most sacred domain.

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