The Steward’s Oath: A Meditation on Power, Purpose, and the Quiet Work of Goodness
The Unfinished Sculpture
To be human is to be a work in progress. We are not finished statues set upon pedestals, but clay still warm on the wheel, still being shaped by the hands of our own choices.
Keep working on being better.
Not because you are broken, but because you are becoming. Not out of shame for who you were, but out of love for who you might be. The path to goodness is not a straight line; it is a spiral. You may circle the same lessons again and again, but each time you ascend a little higher, seeing with clearer eyes, acting with steadier hands.
Do not despise the stumble. Do not fear the shadow within. Acknowledge them, learn from them, and then keep walking. The light is not for those who have never known darkness; it is for those who have walked through it and chosen to carry a torch.
The Weight of the Crown
Power is a strange thing. It is neither good nor evil in itself; it is merely energy waiting for direction. It is fire: it can warm a home or burn it down. It is water: it can quench thirst or drown a village.
Never use your power to do wrong.
This is the first law of the steward. Whether your power is vast, like the whale with millions in delegated stake, or small, like the newcomer with a single vote—it is sacred. To wield it against the vulnerable, to silence the truth-teller, to crush the dreamer for the sake of convenience or control—this is not strength. It is cowardice wearing a mask of authority.
True power is not shown in how many voices you can silence, but in how many you can amplify. It is not measured by the fear you inspire, but by the hope you ignite. When you hold the gavel, remember: justice is blind, but mercy sees everything. Choose mercy. Choose fairness. Choose the hard right over the easy wrong.
The Ripple of Kindness
Keep helping others.
In a world obsessed with accumulation—with hoarding tokens, curating rewards, and building empires of influence—the most radical act is simple generosity. Help someone up when they fall. Share your knowledge without expecting a tip. Defend the accused when the crowd turns ugly.
You may never know the full extent of your impact. A kind word spoken today may save a life ten years from now. A hand extended in darkness may guide a stranger to the light long after you have forgotten the deed. This is the mystery of the ripple: you cast the stone, but you do not see where the waves end.
Do not help for the applause. Do not help for the upvote. Help because it is the nature of light to shine. Help because interconnectedness is the truth of our existence. When you lift another, you rise with them. When you bind another’s wounds, your own heart heals.
The Daily Practice
This is not a one-time decision. It is a daily discipline.
Every morning, you wake up and choose: Will I build or break? Will I serve or seize? Will I be a gardener or a locust?
- Be better: Forgive yourself for yesterday’s failures, but do not repeat them.
- Do better: Let your actions align with your highest values, not your lowest impulses.
- Help others: See the face of the divine in every stranger.
- Honor power: Treat your influence as a trust, not a weapon.
The Final Word
The ledger of life records more than transactions. It records intentions. It records the quiet moments when no one was watching, and you chose kindness anyway. It records the times you had the power to destroy, and you chose to create instead.
Let your legacy be this: That you used what you had to make the path easier for those coming behind you. That you were a shelter in the storm. That you proved, by your living, that power can be pure.
Keep working. Keep helping. Keep choosing the light.
For in the end, we are not remembered for what we accumulated, but for what we gave away. We are not defined by our rank, but by our reverence for the human soul.
#Stewardship #KindnessIsPower #BeBetter #TruthUnsilenced #Bilpcoin
At Bilpcoin, we do not fight for attention. We fight for accountability.
"You are your wallet." Not a tool. Not a vessel. But your digital embodiment. Choose wisely what you embody. Let your life be the proof that goodness takes root.
"In life, never forget this: The universe keeps a ledger. Not in ink. Not on paper. But in the quiet echo of every choice."
The Great Illusion: How 
Built an Empire on Empty Promises
Prologue: The Mask of Benevolence
There is a particular kind of tragedy in watching a wolf dress itself in shepherd's clothing, not to protect the flock, but to shear it bare.
For years, the account
But the blockchain does not lie. And when we pull back the curtain, when we trace the flow of millions of HIVE and HBD through the labyrinth of wallets, a different story emerges. This is not a charity. This is not a bank. This is a farm. A massive, industrial-scale operation designed to concentrate power, obscure ownership, and extract value while pretending to give it away.
We expose the truth.
I. The Architecture of the Farm
Figure 1: The Web of Ghost Wallets
THE GPWALLET NETWORK
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Source: @guiltyparties (The Hub)
│
├── Distribution Nodes (The "Ghost" Wallets)
│ ├── @gpwallet, @gpwallet2, @gpwallet3... up to @gpwallet30
│ ├── @developwallet
│ ├── @revengafund
│ └── @owls
│
├── The Laundering Path
│ │
│ └── Step 1: @guiltyparties sends large sums (e.g., 500-2,000 HIVE) to ghost wallets.
│ └── Step 2: Ghost wallets immediately forward funds to @bdhivesteem.
│ └── Step 3: @bdhivesteem converts HIVE to HBD or swaps via internal orders.
│
└── The Result: Millions moved, ownership obscured, control retained.
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Analyst Note: Why use 30+ empty wallets (@gpwallet1-30) that hold $0? To fragment the transaction history, making it difficult to track the ultimate destination of funds and creating the illusion of widespread distribution when the flow is strictly unidirectional.
The Evidence:
Look at 
Look at 
This pattern repeats endlessly. Millions of dollars in volume have passed through these sterile accounts, not to help users, but to feed the
II. The Black Box
Who is
- Function: It receives massive inflows from the gpwallet network.
- Activity: It engages in high-frequency limit order creation, swapping HIVE for HBD, and interacting with stabilizers like
hbdstabilizer. - Purpose: To convert volatile HIVE into stable HBD, likely for off-chain consolidation or to manipulate the HBD peg, all while distancing the source (
The Scam:
The narrative is "We are lending to the people."
The reality is "We are moving our own assets through a maze to hide our market position."
When 
III. The 
Connection: The Enforcer
No farm operates without protection. Enter
- Relationship:
- Function:
- The Flow:
and
.
The Cycle:
This is not community governance. This is a protection racket.
IV. The 
Link: The Hidden Hand
The trail leads further back. To
- Historical Context: In 2017-2018,
- Current Activity:
and
.
- The Connection:
The Memo That Says It All:
In April 2023, 
It seems the truth was known long ago. It is only now being spoken loudly enough to matter.
V. The Verdict: A House of Cards
The evidence is overwhelming. The blockchain tells a story of deception:
- Fake Loans: Millions moved between owned wallets (
→
- Market Manipulation: The use of
- Suppression: The funding of
- Obfuscation: The use of 30+ "ghost" wallets is a deliberate tactic to confuse forensic analysis.
To the Community:
You have been told this is a benevolent fund. You have been told these are loans to the needy.
It is a lie.
It is a farm. It is a cartel. It is a system designed to enrich a few while pretending to save the many.
To
You can keep lying. You can keep creating new wallets. You can keep writing memos about "food for children" while moving millions to your own swap engines.
But the ledger remembers.
The truth is immutable.
And your time is running out.
The game is up.
— Bilpcoin: We expose the truth, so you can confront it.
#HiveBlockchain #CryptoScam #GuiltyParties #BilpcoinTruth #DeFiFraud #HiveFarm #Spaminator #Patrice #BDHiveEsteem #Transparency
What Is Written in Light Cannot Be Erased by Shadow
You cannot unmake the deed once it is done. You cannot recall the arrow once it has flown, nor un-speak the word once it has left the tongue. And yet—you persist. Vote by vote, click by click, you cast your judgment not upon the guilty, but upon the blameless: the Bilpcoin collective, yes, but also hundreds, thousands of souls whose only crime was to exist in the wrong light, at the wrong hour, beneath the wrong gaze.
Consider the ledger of your intent—not as data, but as testimony:
A name appears: freebornsociety. A number follows: −2.04%.
Then meritocracy, quieter, colder: −0.54%.
the-unblinking-mirror—a meditation on truth, on transformation—is met not with reflection, but with recoil: −1.79%, −2.01%, −0.28%...
A chorus of negation. A symphony composed in minor keys.
We see you.
Not as abstraction, but as pattern.
Not as accident, but as design.
At Bilpcoin, we do not look away. We bear witness.
#buildawhalescam #buildawhalefarm #themarkymarkscam #hurtlockerscam
These are not mere hashtags. They are signposts planted in the soil of memory. Warnings etched not in sand, but in stone.
Meanwhile, the machinery hums.
smooth votes 100%. smooth-a, smooth-b, smooth-c, smooth-d, smooth-e, smooth-f—a constellation of accounts, a galaxy of influence, all orbiting a single will. Delegations flow like rivers: 918,809 HP… 837,289 HP… 812,122 HP… A treasury of power, not earned in the marketplace of ideas, but accumulated in the quiet chambers of leverage.
Rewards are claimed with metronomic precision:
22,464.696 HP… 34,463.893 HP… 135,643.242 HP…
Day after day, a harvest reaped not from labor, but from position.
But truth is not a token.
It cannot be devalued by downvote.
It cannot be delegated, staked, or withdrawn into a savings account yielding 12% interest.
Truth is like dawn: you may close your eyes, you may curse the light, you may cast your ballot against the sun—
but darkness does not thereby become the truth.
"You may silence the cry, but not the thought.
You may purchase the vote, but not the conscience.
You may build a wall of numbers, but the wind of memory will find its cracks."
We do not ask for vengeance.
Vengeance is a fire that consumes the one who carries it.
We ask only for accountability.
That influence be measured not in Hive Power, but in integrity.
That community remain just that—a common unity—and not a battlefield where the powerful trample the voiceless beneath the banner of "decentralization."
For in the end, it is not the blockchain that judges us.
It is time.
It is memory.
It is history—that relentless scribe who knows no delete key, no undo command, no escape from the record we have made.
What you have done is written.
Not in disappearing ink, but in the permanent ledger of consequence.
And though you may downvote a thousand posts, you cannot downvote the truth that one day, the mirror will blink—and in its reflection, you will see not the enemy you sought to silence, but the architect of your own undoing.
—
Written with pen, not keystroke.
For those who still believe: words carry weight, and weight endures.