Many Writers Gripe About the Distribution Algorithm — Has it Ever Occurred to You How Frustrating It Is for Readers?

I introduce you all to Gregmargorithm — my personally curated picks from a few of the last several months

I feel blessed to have formed a Medium friendship, and mutually beneficial relationship, with the queen of quirk, the metaphysical maven who adores her ravens, the wonderfully good woo-woo-witch, the high-priestess of spiritual splendor, the hermetic healer, Rebecca Romanelli. Throughout our quantum entangled synchronicity, I have developed an ear and eye for stories Rebecca would want to read and I have emailed her links to the works of a diverse set of writers. Rebecca has told me that my recommendations far surpass the Medium algorithm’s success at feeding her appetite for material she enjoys devouring.

You’re cracking me up my friend. I feel like I have a personal reader who is vetting material for my preferences.😅 💚 🌹

Now as an ode to Francisco Iglesias, who spends his priceless time curating the works of writers that touch his soul and with a goal of community building, which many writers feel is inorganic, the truth is nothing displays more organicity than recommendations from other writers, as the algo is AI and thus obviously artificial, and programmed only toward increasing the profit of Medium and thus limiting MPP payouts, I share my Gregmargorithm recommendations with my readers, in no preferential order but simply temporal as it enables me t search through my emails and create this post efficiently.

When The Departed Speak — The Unexplainable Connection, My Aunt’s Spirit Connected With Us Through My Grandmother’s Body — by Priyanka Priyadarshini

Rebecca commented on Priyangel’s story thusly:

This is not difficult for me to believe, as I’ve had several incidents like this in my own life Priyanka.

Your aunt found a receptive channel through your grandmother.

Certain people are able to open to subtle energy and cast their censoring minds temporarily to the side.

Your aunt may not have communicated often because there was no need. It seems she only intervened when she thought your father was at risk.

I had a woman from my past lives approach me on the street in Jaipur. I recognized her as a teacher and friend from a series of past lives in the East.

I know these events are challenging for our rational brains, oriented to critical thought, to digest and accept.

However, the fact is they do happen and at times cannot be disputed, due to proof.

We live in a much more expansive world than we recognize.

Subtle energy is always at work and sometimes portals open simultaneously inviting the non ordinary to enter.

Thank you for writing about your experience.

Sharing is what broadens our ‘reality’ into wider platforms.

Another tale in Priyanka’s article is that her father miraculously survived a train crash, feeling as if he had been pulled through a window. Sounds like guardian angels to me. See the first article by Rebecca that I had the pleasure to read in February 2021 when acting in concert with synchronicity from the universe, Mehmet sent me the link. Guardian Angels Saved My Life, We all have a support team in the unseen world of subtle energy. They will come to our aid if we ask for it and are in true need of help.

The Simple Sign of Intelligence That’s Missing in AI — Armand Diaz

Rebecca responded to Armand:

Good example of the power of motivation and curiosity in human learning Armand.

I remember marveling at Rupert Sheldrake’s first description of his morphic field theory.

The little bird in England who knocked the top off the bottle of milk on porches and sipped from the cream on top.

The other little birds must’ve been paying attention as they began doing the same.

What machine is capable of curiosity?

None as far as I know.

I’ll stick with the little birds and enjoy their morning chorus as well.

Another thing AI cannot generate.

Thanks for your perspective. I’m with you.

I replied to Armand’s essay with these complementary thoughts:

You may enjoy this piece of mine that I thought of when you mentioned Sheldrake: https://marcus17043.medium.com/menage a-trois-between-science-spirituality-and-philosophy-a634f5446364 and this one for the way my mind works https://readmedium.com/the-artist-the-alchemist-and-the-pioneer-at-work-in-my-garden-59b5c4a77e63

Clem Samson’s Scientists: Maybe Animism Wasn’t So “Primitive” After All, What if the reason you’re unhappy is that you’ve been ignoring the spirits in the trees?

Rebecca replied to me via email— “A looooong read and I loved every word. Many thanks Gregmargorithm!!! You struck gold with this one.”

Speaking of spirits in trees, please see White Feather’s

and my recent poem and discussion thereof which includes this:

The house in which I live is nestled between farms in the Lehigh Valley of Pennsylvania. I moved here in April 2022. Last year, the apricot tree yielded little or no fruit and whatever fruit there was, was green. My dear friend from college, who has owned the house for over 20 years, said the tree is too old to produce good fruit. In May, I started sitting in a hammock swing hung from the tree, reading Hermann Hesse, with my bare feet touching the grass, grounding me to the Earth’s energy. I noticed green fruit in the tree and falling to the ground. I tasted some as I like sour, but yeesh these were too acrid.

Recently, I noticed the apricots in the tree and having fallen to the ground were at very stages of ripened and started enjoying them.

A Medium friend of mine [ that would be Rebecca Romanelli] said people have underestimated trees and their abilities and contributions to humanity and that we are only recently understanding the connections trees make underground and the various communications they have with neighbors in their ecosystem. She that the apricot tree likes me and my energy and that the tree started producing fruit again because we have entered into a mutually rewarding friendship and the tree approves and enjoys watching over me as I read in the hammock swing.

The fruit she now produces is her gift to me. I thank her and I hug her trunk.

Next, I present you with a recommended reading from the magnificent Malayasian nasty girl, Natasha MH — Against All Odds, Is Phil Collins singing about our brain?

Rebecca commented:

Excellent article Natasha!

I too am a believer in miracles, because they’ve happened to me and others I know as well.

And I also believe we need to do the work to support them.

I’ve been a lifelong explorer of consciousness and used many different systems to access new information.

I was blown away during the Feldenkrais training when I realized non-habitual movement created new neural pathways.

Our brains are very plastic and waiting to be discovered as the true miracles they are.

We’ve barely begun to crack the surface of our potential.

I had commented to Tasha:

Neuroplasticity is so interesting and also works much smaller but no less profound miracles than you discussed here. I first came across the concept in 2012 when after a typical 30-day stint in a 12-step-based rehab (where incidentally my spiritual journey to an understanding of God and soul contracts outside of the teaching of any religion began I when I met with the non-religious spiritual member of the clergy team whom I call Mystical Meredith https://readmedium.com/life-is-school-for-the-soul-9b081dbe8453) I went for an 8-week stay to a program with a much broader outlook. One of the actual psychiatrists who spoke to us regularly had us read The Brain that Changes Itself, Stories of Personal Triumph from the Frontiers of Brain Science, by Norman Doidge, M.D., Penguin Books, 2007.

In addition to the stories of stroke patients learning to speak again and the woman born with half a brain that rewired itself to work as a whole, regarding smaller miracles, I found Chapter 6 to be particularly life-changing. Chapter 6 is called “Brain Lock Unlocked, Using Plasticity to Stop Worries, Obsessions, Compulsions and Bad Habits.”

Another of the many fascinating chapters on how the brain works is “Imagination, How Thinking Makes it So.” Sorry to all the new-age claptrap espousers out there, this does not support the perversion of the law of attraction (https://readmedium.com/revisiting-karma-and-the-law-of-attraction-997965601b65 ) that says if you imagine getting rich you can manifest that yacht on your 3rd-grade level art project y’all call a vision board. What this chapter establishes is that imagining physical practice is as effective as actually physically practicing, for example, playing piano, tennis, etc. This is why a good free-throw shooter closes his/her eyes and imagines not the ball going in but the physical act of shooting the ball that leads to the made shot.

Underlying all that and your essay on miracles is the power of creation that lies within all of us. As Jodie Helm typed in a recent archangel channeling, https://jodieshelm.medium.com/where-should-we-place-our-faith-9931fd28a1d0 , “You were created so that you could also create. This is what it means to be created in the image of God.”

One of my favorite underappreciated or underread people on the platform is Maria Rattray. Rebecca loved this recommendation of mine — Childhood Memories Of Long Ago, Long hot summers, with enviable freedom. We were Nature’s children, always inquisitive, yet often teetering on the edge…

Oh Maria, how I loved your quintessential story of nature’s children testing their mettle and learning to forage in the wild.

I had ten siblings, seven of them brothers.

I eschewed all the girly games and roved with a gang of boys, constantly up to no good. Not me of course.

Looking back I realized these were the years I gained some of my travel chops.

Like you, we learned a lot the hard way, but we also didn’t repeat our errant ways.

All of us kids were conscripted into wild harvesting too. Asparagus fields in the spring, mountain huckleberries in the summer and on from there.

We had a big garden and also went through the same manure issue.

You could smell our yard for blocks but we had the most vibrant veggies around and we slapped together tomato, sweet onion sandwiches all summer.

The gloaming and early morning were my favorite times of day.

Mystical and magical things happened in those cracks between the worlds.

I had to be dragged indoors at night and fell asleep instantly after a day of endless activity and play.

Scotland is #1 on my travel list.

My mother’s ancestry lies in the Mackenzie clan and I’m eager to explore the Scottish fey worlds.

You’ve made my day with this burst of childhood wonder!

Now, the universe brings me back to the Earth-angel, my mentee whom I affectionately call my Priyangel, Priyanka Priyadarshini, and her delicious people-watching essay, Airport — House of Mixed Feelings, A place that has a thousand stories to tell

Rebecca replied to my darling Clementine:

Airports are one of my favorite places to people-watch Priyanka.

You did such a good job of describing various scenarios, I felt like I was sitting on the chair next to you.

Ok, dear readers, I think I’ve exposed you to enough writers and their stories that the algo might not. I have a few more months of Gregmargorithms not yet divulged that I can share with you if you indicate that you would appreciate me doing so, as I continue to share my recommendations with Rebecca on an ongoing basis. Your feedback would be appreciated.

In Rama I create, with soul energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,

Marcus (Gregory Maidman)