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Take a moment to bask in the realization that our universe is reshaping its self-perception, about how we transact business. The word billion became an American idiom in 1844. D. Rockefeller was tagged the first billionaire shortly thereafter. This expression to determine a level of wealth will soon become obsolete. Wealth holders termed billionaire will translate into “trillionaire” in the near future. The fastest technological advantage that wealth holders will benefit from is crypto currencies like Bitcoin.
We receive payments for our business efforts with money that carries the full faith and credit of our government. We use various online exchanges to act as placeholders for our currencies. No longer waiting for the check in the mail, we have PayPal, Alipay or various banking services to act as payment agents. Step away from current means of business transaction and step into crypto-currency world. One of the current flavors of the day is Bitcoin.
Crypto currencies as Bitcoin is a “permissionless” frictionless payment platform that only needs to meet its necessary tech protocols to deliver instant gratification.
You may ask how something like Bitcoin can be useful to your small business. As a contractor, wealth manger, crowd funder, or small business you can’t afford the necessary time allotted to complete the necessary delays in receive your funds. Take into consideration there is riches in niches where governments are still maturing. Payouts using crypto currencies by pass any delays to payouts.
With crypto currencies similar to Bitcoin, payment is immediate. Because of the extremely nascent modality in digital payments, Bitcoin and like digital currencies will take global commerce to a new world. They will move through and bypass the difficulties in using sovereign coin like a warm knife through “budda”.
· There will be no lost moments absorbed in the regulatory rules relegated to cross sovereign exchanges.
· There would be no time or monetary limits of transfer.
· No cross border politics to hamper transfer from your clients accounts to yours.
Instant gratification and you appear to own a business that is nimble and able to successfully navigate the world.
Scalability defines the success of Bitcoin or any other virtual currency.
The eventual advent of scalability and regulations is needful to success; this way come “blight on the progression of entrepreneurism”. With scalability to the level of everyday payment actors like EBay and Amazon.com, come regulations, fees, and subscription to virtual banking that will lessen the reaping rewards. Those billionaires taking advantage of the current steamrollers like Bitcoin will become the new trillionaires.
Any business, small or large, will be able to put that technology onto place within its operations. You will be an exportable SME in your field or service and ahead of the game.
PayPal is sticking its toe into the crypto currency world; by offering gamers the ability to use Bitcoin as payment. This type of electronic transaction lessens PayPal’s fraud exposure to its 152 million global accounts. Our newest e-megastore Alibaba is unable to participate in the emergence of the earth shattering technology. They are operating in the “We don’t own it– so you can’t use it” world of Chinese governmental regulatory systems. China’s government chooses who may own economic drivers. Nevertheless, they have Alipay which is the world’s largest digital payment processor at over a half trillion, eclipsing PayPal.
The lure of virtual currencies like Bitcoin is the ability to exist outside of sovereign control. This enables capitalist economies to shape it and take profit while it is still a nascent technology.
Bitcoin is free trade.
From The Protectress Book 2
When my mother arrived at their cities, the lower cast of our tribe had prepared well. Lavish palaces stood waiting for their goddess. So that we could move amongst human kind in comfort, my mother immediately set the beasts to work restructuring the landscape of their urban blight to fit our needs. As their cities changed, we settled in our new palaces along the banks of the Nile and in the low lands. Our fathers accumulated large herds of sheep in desert oases.
The great desert nomadic tribes held a great fascination for us. They kept to their obstinacy and war like ways. My brothers took a particular pleasure in living among them. I never did. They always smelled of sheep and dust. For me being constantly among the New Ones in Kemet was enough. I left my mother to live in my own palace shortly before I coupled with my brothers. I can still remember that first night vividly. We were not warring with you at the time; rather it was against one of our own. My parents used infighting as opportunity to begin the new brood.
My father and two brothers completed my palace during the hot summer months. The bastion was far larger than this one, created from black marble. There was nothing like it. My private rooms were composed of two huge bedchambers. My bath could bathe twenty and often times did.”
Maha threw her head back in laughter. Meretneith asked, “You killed each other?”
“Yes. When there is a tribal challenge for leadership. You know Meretneith. You almost killed Pidray, daughter of Ba’al.”
“How do you know these things? There were only warriors in the tent and you have no friends among us.”
Meretneith controlled her anger.
“Relax love, do you forget? I have second sight. I’ve had dreamings about you. Pidray was important to Athtar. Her presence in the battle tipped the balance. You were about the business of bringing war to my brother. Anyway, I’m not always able to sense where you are. I find that my second sight about you is strongest in the deserts. Even then, it is only when my senses are more acute or approaching a battle. Lately my sisters and I have come to the realization that should you survive tonight and earn your freedom. You will be the cause of yet another death to a close one.
“When we were young, I watched you from a distance. Once I got so close, you caught my scent. I knew that one day I would have my chance. I’m off the track aren’t I? You wanted to know how and when we first met Ba’al.
“I completed my first trials to inherit the leadership of my tribe. Asherah and Ba’al arrived to the city of Heliopolis. We called it differently then. Your mother Asherah was proud and bold as she walked into the city. She and Ba’al walked through the streets of the city of the human beasts that bright summer morning as if they owned it. Humans lived in Kemet then in dwellings just outside our own.
“Their small cities were inhabited by extended families and slaves taken from weaker kind. They existed where there was still sparse areas of green, yet at a distance far enough that we weren’t constantly aware of the stench. It was close enough that when they rose before dawn to pay homage to Re, they were greeted by the sight of my mother the goddess Satis, and her Consort Khnum. We had constructed a stone overhung walkway leading from the city of Heliopolis to the palace city, made from roughly hewn stone meant to herd visitors and worker slaves into smaller groups.
“Just before the rise of Re every morning the young and beautiful of Heliopolis came to service our needs and worship us. It was on a day shortly before the floods that I stood atop a mound after training with my brother Syrus. It was our custom in those days to pleasure each other after physical exertion. The bright sun found us looking out over the desert. We saw a magnificent male and female riding out of the desert to the edge of the city. The duo on approach caused an uproar that moved through the throng of human beasts.
“They thought that gods had come. Even then lover, the beasts knew how to fictionalize and war amongst themselves. Asherah was beautiful. She and Ba’al were well suited. Some ran through the city yelling and screaming. Others crammed the narrow passageway leading to the palace city. Still there were a few that stood in amazement watching or groveling for attention in the dust as Asherah and Ba’al dismounted.
“The two walked slowly through the narrow alleyways, inspecting the inhabitants. This action intrigued me and I wanted to see Ba’al better. Those beasts that made their way to us came to warn us of impending doom. They perceived Ba’al and Asherah as warring gods. Why else would gods of such beauty come? They were there to take slaves from their goddess Satis.
“I stood transfixed as your mother and Ba’al ignored the begging and entreating of the supplicants. Re Meretneith, your mother and Ba’al were beautiful and I wondered in that moment how such creatures could be my lifelong enemies. I felt Satis at my side. She detected the scent of the newcomers and knew who they were. She ordered my brother to find and bring her consort to the palace. He and my other brother were raiding, I don’t remember where, or perhaps I didn’t care. I paid rare attention to what my father or younger brother. Even then, there was the constant challenge between them and my mother. After he destroyed my mother, little knew except Syrus, that I hated him. When it came time for the killing of him, my heart held little save relief of a passing irritant, much like passing gas.
“I noticed a strange calm take hold of Satis as Asherah drew near. We were all shocked that the Protectress would be so bold as to come to us accompanied by only a Teacher. I saw my mother’s eyes settled on the form of Ba’al and I wanted to challenge her for the right to pleasure this male. My love for her wouldn’t permit this. Though I have to admit Ba’al was the most impressive looking male I had ever seen. I knew when he set eyes on Satis that he would want her.
“My Satis was tall as he. With waist length raven locks, her eyes were deep-sea blue, framed with black sweeping lashes set in a perfect oval face. The perfect skin of her body was the color of pale gold. I loved the touch and scent of her. She loved life. Satis took pleasure where and when of her choosing. Her children held center stage in her life. She was a warrior that few could withstand, until you.
“My mother called her slaves to her then sent them scurrying with instructions on how to prepare for her guess. Satis was preparing to entertain her enemies not destroy them. Still too young to understand the subtleties of combatants, I watched in amazement as she left me to prepare. Turning suddenly as if remembering her daughter stood near, Satis commanded me to prepare to dance for our guess. Without answering and in the grips of anger I knew that the visitors were fast approaching our palace. Running for my rooms, calling for my female beasts, I began to prepare myself for the dance, barking orders to prepare my brothers on their return.
“The entranceway to the great hall, where everyone would first assemble, was of hand polished black marble that came from the lands south of us. Sandstone carvings spiraled in columns for miles into the sky gleaming with the rising and setting rays of Re. The great rooms were big enough to entertain thousands and often did. We discovered the pleasures of gold then and everywhere the presence of it lit our lives. It covered great columns that supported our palaces. The glory of it adorned our furniture and our bodies. It was weaved into the cloth that hung from our bodies.
“My parents’ bedchambers lie off the great room heralded by massive gold columns that soared hundreds of feet. Gold shaped as tree fronds glinted against the sky. A fine spray of water would blow through Satis and Akan’s chambers, cooling and refreshing.
“A small rippling waterfall ended in a great bathing pool with walls lined in gold and deep blue lapis. The water system fed a small stream that ran through the palace great room. It was five feet deep and a source of great pleasure for our guest and family. It was in this great room that Satis decided to receive Asherah and Ba’al.
“It would be some time before me and Syrus would appear before our guess. It takes a full day to prepare our bodies for the dance. During those days, the only beasts allowed near us were those born in our tribe. We never shared our tribal ways with offspring as you do. My mother knew that our arrival would be late to the party. She planned that the dance would be the last in choreography of seduction of Ba’al. Do you understand our custom of the dance?”
Maha’s gaze into Meretneith’s eyes was intent. Her attention waning Meretneith answered.
“You dance with your future consorts covered only in tattoos of love poems written on your skin with dyes from a certain flowers. I can’t remember the name of them. The dance of seduction is for siblings - the male leads. Get to the point Maha.”
Maha smiled sighing deeply. Her fingertips traced Meretneith’s jaw line,
“Exactly, the god Ba’al taught you well before leaving you.”
Turning to face the jungle, Maha inhaled deeply and smiled. Meretneith watched her profile as moist pink lips opened to speak,
“I loved the dance. The arousal in me watching my brothers perform was always so intense. I always required pleasuring afterwards. I knew before the evening began that my hunger for Ba’al would match my mother’s. I was happy to have my well-hung brother Syrus close to me. My younger brother Jahan was well adept at bringing me pleasure also, but he was too close to my father for my liking. My coupling with him after our vows was brief. Jezreel is his daughter. You will perhaps meet Syrus’ sons soon. Only one has offered his allegiance to me. I’ll tell you about my sons another time.”
Maha began to laugh.
“Meretneith I’m falling in love with you. Was this your intent?”
Meretneith pulled a lock of the gold hair to her nose inhaling its fragrance. She searched Maha’s eyes wondering what to say. The words came from Meretneith’s full lips quietly belying the true force behind them,
“Brought here against my will it was not my intent. You almost destroyed my family, killed and separated me from those I love. Your brother has indulged himself and defiled my body. How do I answer your question? There is a need in me to kill you both.
“Yet beyond what I’ve just said, I stand here now enjoying the silk smooth tones of your voice and warm feel of your skin against my own. When I see your consort again, I’ll bring him pain like he has never known. If you stand in my way, I’ll destroy a beauty that I’m growing to enjoy. Your scent is in my skin. Its aromas hang in layers on me arousing me, forcing me to remember our pleasure of each other. Love me at your own peril Maha. I can’t tell you what I feel for you.”
Staring at each other for a time, Meretneith was aware of how close they still were to battle. In an instant, the embrace could be of pleasure or death. Meretneith moved closer pressing her body to Maha. She whispered.
“Feel sister whatever gives you pleasure. If you’ve followed me through my life as you say, then you know my path is always solitary. We could find brief moments of heaven together.”
Maha answered Meretneith by brushing her lips against her cheek, “You are like your mother in this way. Only she took care to take her pleasures more often.”
Maha pulled away from Meretneith, but not before drawing Meretneith’s lower lips softly into her mouth. Taking Meretneith’s hand, they walked back towards the bed. Meretneith spoke again, “Maha, tell me more of that night”.
Maha sighed, “I hurried to prepare myself and didn’t wait for my brothers’ return. I needed desperately to see your mother and Ba’al enter the great room. They took their time coming to us, indicating they held no fear. This left an impression on me. Re was just setting when they walked silently into the entrance of the great room. Everywhere there was fanfare. Yet your mother Asherah seemed not to notice. Her eyes were only on Satis.
“Their eyes met and for a time no one else was in the room. They were both beauties but there was a contrast in color and essence. Your mother Asherah was like a cold flame. Her movements into the chamber were like a dancing blaze. Her hips swayed with each step. Her full bare breast bounced with each footfall. I wanted to attach my lips to her tits, to enjoy the smooth of her skin. To be or adored embraced seemed to hold little appeal for her; she could only tolerate those who recognized her power. Her grandson Merneptah is very much like her.
“She and Ba’al approached the chamber center slowly. It was exciting to see Asherah and Satis so close to personal combat. Ba’al was naked except for his blade and loincloth, his body shining in its magnificence. His hair was like kisses of sunlight. His loincloth of indigo hid little the pleasures he could offer. I wanted him for myself, but I was not the one of his choosing. From the corner of my eye, I saw my fathers and brothers arrive hurriedly. Akan went immediately to my mother’s side, still wearing the dust from his journey. I could tell my mother didn’t like this; judging by the brief looks that they exchanged. Still he stood at her side. Syrus and my younger brother Jahan scurried to our chambers to be prepared for the dance.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Our self-criticisms often run deep – to the casual observer. In my estimation, I have the tendency to be preachy. But then again I come from a family filled with ministers.
Now there is nothing wrong in sermonizing. Rather it helps in making your subject read real. Imagine yourself standing behind the pulpit in front of an assemblage of churchgoers as your web audiences. Their starry eyes look to you for their weekly dosage of preaching(s). This is a good way to learn how to deliver straightforward and rewarding content. Take heed it is important not to overtly sermonize when writing text meant to instruct or motivate a reader. You want the casual observer to understand or come to your way of thinking – but in doing so keep it real.
The article does not have to be written entirely in common lingo. Rather it should reflect your knowledge as a SME.
There are times when you must insert word usage that is bound only to the industry your words are serving. Every business has its own speak, its singular and distinct words that relate to the commerce. That is bespoke writing when the content addresses the professional discipline of the audience. Keep them captive because that is where you will discover the riches in niches.
When you find what you know best. Explore your own style of content that will deliver what suits best a blog, speech prep or eBook.
I love the saying “If you build it they will come”. It belies so much false optimism, because if it has no value they will not come back. So… the same goes with creating content that fails to address – reach, satiate the need of the observer to know or be amused.
It is ok for an SME or content creator to be preachy, just keep it real when writing whatever…
Do you not agree?