Do You Earn Any ‘Free’ Money? (D’YEAFM)
Glocal p2p cryptofinance: lift the team, lift the playas.
Hang on a year or ten— how many have we spent
protesting a broken economy,
or so run down and busy,
did we not witness the birthing of the new?
They’ve already been brought.
All I’m really saying is,
Bless all this open source freeware & our evolution.
Isn’t it great when a culture evolves to the point that our brilliant mathematicians could make it rain with the tech,
Tippy typing so much heart and soul
for discovery of the possible,
some working for passion, rather than salary
In this moment where society as a whole
Rose to an orchestra where the plethora of noise
washed ashore into the digital frontier
Some christened with privilege
put untamed hours into curious tinkering.
Out of their sensemaking,
came a love for the design of experience.
A new way to do things.
More privileges, for all common kind.
A new toolbox for our mind.
And in our new commons we afford the luxury of hacking off
sliver by sliver of digital skin, the dead selves of our data,
to mega-market-entities so endorsed of their greater cunning
that they discover where the money lies and how to compromise
Does someone out there
believe from the depths of their pockets
that they can get an ROI
training robots to surf our waves and so figure us out,
figure out what the hell this cultural evolving
is about
just to sell on a lifestyle of sales.
I mean, who funds this great cultural experiment?
As far as I can tell, we still toil under one sun
But that star gives a cut
to all the designers of experience
who mix a smooth blend of rationality and psychoactivity
And so have been awarded the sociosuperorganism’s consent
for fiat rewards based on speculative mind bends.
We don’t pay for the content,
just the machine, yet,
don’t you dare bother to work for free.
Some walls have got tollbooths
in this city of rebels, society loosened
found under the lid of the top level of that penta-tiered toolbox.
When I realized the reality of my alternative economy,
downloading the freeware for all the content I need
to entertain and assist my desire for thriving in the face of hard times
and creating more hope into what we’d leave behind,
I knew that our people could do anything.
The edge riders had found a common center in multiplicity.
Not just one new economy.
Hustle hard my creatives, and earn!
But let the trade come fair and free.
No matter what sense is made from the ‘surveioisie’,
free thought is still free, no terms and conditions
so subsidize
freelance innovators
anyone creating meaning and quality
bringing value to our experiences
who put in such care and alchemise our time into states of great meaning
Such potential for a well-designed UBI
would mean that those who get so lost in the art
and the love of service and science
could really do their thing
without having to worry about how
they must adapt to sneak money from the pockets of the common class.
Let evolution become an art.
Every imaginative creature can earn a grant.
What is the value for our qualitative experience?
Is there an equal commodity exchange
for the products
of our intercultural beings?
Nah man, we ride in teams! Goodness is made between us.
Cancer will feed from the commodification of commons.
So consider all the groups doing new kinda work.
Seeing the unseen and guiding in the impossible.
With liberation of time, what do you think
these exotic body complexes would discover
that could contribute to the survival
of humankind?
My team has chosen to adapt
our service to commons, “ecological experience curation”
and however you wanna advertise, beyond virtue signal
(a symptom if ever there was, of defficiency)
we would like our livelihood subsidized.
I sat, the next day, with my sister, an older generational friend,
who had walked this path flatter for longer than I had.
And woe what blocks we built for ourselves by rejecting the material
By withdrawing our sacred ecological perspective
from the halls where the economy had been directed!
Why instead did we suffer for so long, struggling
to put together a secure financial sustenance for ourselves
without some form of father market firm, more savvy
in the arena of online marketing?
I guess it becomes our experience in the end.
If we push everything through the orifice of advertising
that’s where we need to adapt.
Shark shouter, consuming urchin of the race to the bottom.
Yet there’s a dial, here, to browse all the channels
Try one of the other economic stations.
You get out what you put in — Quality wise.
Come tune in to commons FM.
On this broadcast of Evolutionary Strategy,
we aim to overcome the tension of commons and commodity
by bonding into pods of microsolidarity.
Let’s pack the poetic drivel with some process for naming my assumptions
Inviting detection of any residual half-truths,
while I pull light onto what possible utopian-aimed steps we could take.
Basically, base income as a ‘reverse tax’
from data-regionally governed microstates of ~200 homies,
plus salary for further work performed.
It’s just a small group of adult friends
so we can make our own social agreements.
In the community that grows
from the common seeds sown,
Those buying in to the experience also participate, sharing 2nd tier weight
cause hell yeah, when they find a purpose to hold on to.
So they get voting shares. Of course.
“You get a voice! You get a voice!”
Your opinion can quickly suggest your stakes, as smart codes know.
Here we give thanks to the quality of services.
(If you don’t love the earning and how you’re earning it, don’t create more work for yourself — this feels clear in the e-co-culture);
this intimate layer of economy,
exchanges between participants- in experiences, virtues and favour
granting the authentication of your appreciation
and signalling boundaries for preservation of diversity,
for healthy and honest relations.
If you make meaning for the whole,
if your work is meaningful to you, however it falls into its right rhythm,
if you truly seek a satisfying life based on your psychological, behavioural, biological, ecological and emotional needs (oh and you know the mental would get it — but let’s move on),
then you are gonna do everything to keep this whole ecological-sized self on good terms with itself.
If you could afford it, you would. You would be healthy.
What would prevent you from having a healthy life if you had the support of a dedicated coach? The music written by a prophet of the groove? The patient attentiveness of a father?
What if these people could be present in your life, because they wanted to be, not because they were manipulating a way to survive?
In this economy, survival is distributed.
Our economy is based on abundance. Our livelihood, at least, is secure.
The survival we need to face is not a competition against each others’ rationality, or capitalizing on false problems.
Our survival depends on the whole ecological-sized level of the self.
So between each other, I think we can support more commons, yeah?
Liberate our time! We need to recover. We must accommodate health.
Support the healers of all diseases! Facilitators, psychoanalists, hosts.
Let’s keep riding with our earthship,
who nourishes all of our lives.
Let’s grow more local food and power,
and revel in re-entering the story.
I love my earthship,
and I love sharing it will all of youse.
That’s the livelihood that could.
We
as a society
get out what we put in.
And more! Risks distributed, interest compounded, sure.
All my boys, girls, mums and grans gotta get their needs met,
at least. Without turning to corruption to feel that they are held.
And these courageous and creative
cultural evolvers, discoverers,
makers and maintainers,
the celebrators making life what it’s worth?
Give them a little free time
to behold what else they’ll earn
once kept from the tyranny of pedal pushing.
Let us discover the next tier, surfing side by side.
Let us feedback and exchange, rippling circles spreading outward to the banks
to wider rhythms of re-creation and integration
allowing life to further thrive.
This is the dream I hold when I hear about the commons,
about local transition and open value networks.
This is a dream enabled by all that has changed with the global adoption of cryptocurrency, beyond what we know about bitcoin speculative value; diving deeper into the opened possibilities for societal renewal which are coded into the default operation of these emerging, disruptive decentralized networks.
We are going forwards. It is happening.
And this game has better rules than the remnants of the last millennia still attempting to service our hospitals and schools.
They need an upgrade.
Care to dive in?
The stakes have never been higher.
Earn fair, work free.
All it costs you is a change of perspective.
Let’s frame a future that includes your dreams.
Naomi Joy Smith (qi/they) is a New Zealand-born nomad deeply researching complex living systems through the lens of social permaculture; including authentic connection, self development, invisible structures, organisational management, community building, movement weaving and kundalini yoga.
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