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YOUNG BOY ON A BIKE, GEN X MEMORIES, AND BITCOIN - CAN THEY BE RELATED? Normally, I would probably prefer to write about Bitcoin and freedom, here in Nostr, but I had a fabulous experience tonight that reminded me about what the world was like world when I was a child. Being that that particular time was the Gen X, latchkey kid time, I think there’s something kind of “Bitcoiny” about Gen X. And maybe we’ll be able to tie this into Bitcoin again. Let’s see if I can do it.😂 Gen X era was a kind of do-it-yourself, don’t-tell-me-what-to-do ethos. It was an explore-on-your-own, and battle-out-your-local-social-structure-without-intervention kind of looseness in the experience of growing up in Generation X. The things we learned internally, before the digital age, about self-reliance and the strength of identity, developed through entertaining ourselves, or the compassion and creativity that evolved within us naturally, are potentially things that can come again, as a result of what Bitcoin might do in the world. As we take self-sovereignty of our chosen money, we may naturally take back the self-sovereignty of our thinking, spending more time in nature and less time doomscrolling. All that is in a weird way to preface what I experienced going to my local sunset spot for a second night in a row. I saw a boy and his bike, in the grassy expanse on my hill. He looked to me to be about 10 years old. He had stopped there. There were no other humans around in that moment. As a mom, I usually take a look around when I see lone kids, to make sure they have people looking out for them. I was shocked to see him there by himself. I stared at him in amazement. Probably he noticed my surprise because he smiled and waved at me through his neon green Bike helmet that matched his fancy neon green sport bike. Gobsmacked, at his age, independently cruising the hill, I smiled and asked him, in delight, if he came up alone, indicating towards the scene to enjoy, the setting sun. With enthusiasm the boy said, “yeah, It’s nice.” I said, with big joy busting out of me , “I KNOW, right?” Wanting to speak a little closer to his age range for his comfort. Turns out, young fella didn’t need me taking care of his comfort. He was just kneeling down in his grey shorts and striped shirt, taking various pictures of the sun coming through the frame of his bike and panning his camera around the surrounding wide open, grassy heath and the views. He was confident and with purpose. I could not help myself, I took a pic of him because from where I normally sat he was there a little to the left side, between me and the sunset. Of course I won’t post it, though it is amazing, but I’m making a re-creation of it with AI to post with this. He finished his photography session and started to get on his bike to leave. Waving goodbye at me. And I called across to him, “you’re leaving before the sun sets?” “Yeah,” he said, as he raised his shoulders, like he was done or had to be back home maybe. I really wanted to support this boy’s adventurous, creative spirit. I never said it was because he was adventurous and super interesting soul, at his age, for coming up alone to practice his craft at sunset. Instead I said, “Well, I’m really happy to see YOU up here” “I’m happy to see you too” he said. Big smiles on me, “Maybe we’ll see you again sometime.,” Waving at him. He smiled and started to ride off. “Have fun!”, I called out “You too!” Was his return reply to me as he rode off down the hill. I do not really know how to describe or write about how stunned I was to see a young boy of that age, up the hill alone, super affable and doing things on his own, like he was 20 years old instead of 10. As fabulous Gen X gal, who’s seen a few decades of life now, and self-determined always to think like I’m forever 35 years old, I didn’t realize how much I lament the loss of our kids being able to do what we did as kids. We roamed around without cells phones, without location apps, entertaining ourselves, doing stupid shit, learning stuff, parents not always knowing where we were, just that we would be home before the streetlights come on. That kind of thing. This kid tonight had a phone of course for taking his artistic pictures, capturing the sun through the bike frame, his videos panning the scene, but it was his emotional maturity and developed identity that impressed me. The parents of that boy tonight must be pretty awesome people. Gen Z has been raised by us to be so protected and always watched that they may have trouble developing the inner strength and ability to connect deeply and with curiosity, like we maybe did when we were kids, learning the rough and tumble way. I am a Gen X mother to a Gen Z daughter and there is a big difference between our generations. As a mother and a person who delights in being around children, I don’t think the kids now are secure in themselves. I don’t experience them as interested in talking and interacting with others, not as much as we did. Not like before social media, being escorted everywhere, location tracked, and with constant check-ins by protective parents. I may be generalizing a bit, but my daughter and her friends are not talkative with me. Kids, in the double-digit age range, that I try to engage with are nervous and awkward, as if adults are aliens, and social media is waiting for them as soon as they can get away. This kid tonight was so impressive, to me, as a stand-alone soul, the experience of interacting with him probably gave me more joy than him, and made me hearken back to different times when we were less controlled and had more privacy to develop ourselves, and our interesting ideas. We had the freedom to determine for ourselves what connections with others meant to us, without social media and governments and newscasters all blasting us with their packaged programming and rules of control. Maybe I’m romanticizing and extrapolating a lot, but I suspect the tenets of Bitcoin and adoption of it, the world round will eventually lead to higher quality schooling and supporting the individual gifts of each child, left to their own devices, in more freedom again. Maybe it will bring back the era of Gen X for all, who are ultimately changed by Bitcoin, gravitating toward healthier lives on all levels through the control of our own financial freedom. And then we may come to raise children, again allowing them the freedom to become who they are without so many of the controls we are oppressed by today. And so, those are my thoughts of the moment, having the blessing of meeting this lone boy up the hill. image
Money as a Free Will Choice Someone made a comment on a YouTube post that stated the use of money should be eliminated as a solution to keeping the greedy few from controlling the world. My immediate response was - Money is energy, and if you put out energy in value, it is balanced that you should receive energy back in a value that you have the free will to determine for yourself how to use. It is a freedom that has a side effect of abuse, yes, but there must be another way to stop the abuse without eliminating a person’s self-sovereignty… I mean, who would decide who gets what without the choice of financial energy? And how are the deciders to be held to account? I love money in the energy sense and the freedom sense. If I want to help people with it I can because I choose to and love to do that. Money fuels creativity, the goals to work towards that freedom that comes with it. I mean as long as we are here, in our bodies, why not use the financial energy of the reality we inhabit? Free will is key. There will be plenty of time in the spirit world to explore without money, though I’m not certain what the value structure is there, but it’s obvious here. Use it, but find ways to keep the greedy few from misdirecting civilization, ways that don’t involve us giving up our freedom to choose… Free will to choose good (or no good) with one’s financial value is much better than having no choice… free will to choose is a necessary feature of an evolutionary path.🙏🏻 image
Bitcoin Pub Night Replacement So, last night I couldn’t organize myself early enough to get all the way across town from the West to the Pub for the monthly Bitcoin hangout (and I don’t go often, so I was kinda hungry for it, silly me) Having missed it (and rarely getting out of the house recently), I grabbed my neighbor (who I have sort of Orange pilled a little over time) and decided to go find a local pub. The purpose - to congenially get in people’s faces for fun and provoke conversation about macroeconomics, financial issues, money printing, the secret elite controlling the public narrative, and mostly with intent to mention Bitcoin. Because I felt I had robbed myself of Bitcoin camaraderie last night, not getting to the Meetup Pub. I know mentally that only 5% of the world “gets” Bitcoin to varying degrees. It’s another thing, entirely, to actually get out of the house, get into other people’s world a bit and see almost no one knowing anything at all about Bitcoin, and if they do, their heads may go to “trading” or “danger, danger”. Not to mention the looks of “she must be crazy” that come over the faces of people in those groups that I insert myself into for fun - those looks caused in part by my boldness, maybe, and in part by Bitcoin, when I bring it up. (Don’t worry, I am discerning about which groups I accost). Everyday (at the moment) my world is filled w Bitcoin pods, what’s going on in the world power structures, and with a total backdrop in my belief system, that Bitcoin is our future and fixes most of the problems caused by fiat disease. Going out into the world last night, to a mixed-age pub, was almost like stepping into a completely different world, where no one is aware that they are being manipulated and distracted from seeking truth. I was the crazy Bitcoin missionary last night, my neighbor remarked, as we were headed back home (though she didn’t use the word “crazy” and I had warned her, before I brought her along, what my social scheme was for the evening). I then told her about the Uber passenger I had, in 2017, a young fella in a suit, who was eager to bring up a particular subject. In a short 10 minutes, give or take, he told me about a new internet money that banks hated, and that allowed people to be their OWN banks. With that, he had me, he got out of the car, and I was fascinated. I got busy heading to pick up my next fare and forgot about it for some time, but he had planted a seed. And that’s sort of what I think I was doing for fun last night, planting seeds (and also practicing the art of comfortably injecting myself into pockets of unknown people who would think I was crazy, as my future work is going to require a lot of that). All around, the evening was both a fun and a terrifying reminder of what the world is likely going to undergo before we get to transition to a world where transacting in Bitcoin is the norm for everyone. image