Cash For Reading Text Message Opportunities Revealed

The home business support market is smaller than you think.  What’s massively large is the number of people insatiably curious about it.   I’ve been a Worldprofit member now since March 2011, and have a number of perspectives to share with you curious types – of which I consider myself a paid in full member.

It is time I shared what I’ve learned since joining, in fact its probably a bit overdue.  I pledge to start including in this blog my experiences with the multitude of programs I come across in the daily adventures of internet marketing and money-making opportunities.

The one I’ve most recently become involved in is the money for receiving text messages on your cell phone opportunities out there.  There are two that I know of, and I suspect more, or soon will be.  Its a very simple market that has so far been free to sign up.  I’ve been involved in one of them for a month or so, and just recently signed up for the second.  Here they are.  What follows are my thoughts on them.

Cash For Texts

Text Cash Network

Cash For Texts is launching as I write this – meaning the program is kicking off and text messages are about to fly.  The Text Cash Network doesn’t kick of until December 12th.  Both programs are in open enrollment, so you can join either or both as I did.

Cash For Texts is the one I am most familiar with, as it’s the program I’ve been involved with the longest.  The program will send you from 1 – 5 text messages per day, earning you .05 per.  For people you sign up that sign up others, they will earn you .04 at that very next level, .03 the next, .02 the next, and .01 at the last level – five levels in all.

When you first read this, you may be inclined to be unimpressed by the seemingly small amounts involved.  I was initially too.  Then I did some of the math.  Iwas so surprised I put a small spreadsheet together and published a blog page on it here.  http://tinyurl.com/3j2xgvo

It speaks for itself.   The fact that you don’t do anything directly beyond getting signups and all the rest takes care of itself – is great!   You do have access to the other signups info so you can add them to your list if you want to – or just communicate on the methods you’re using and whats working well.   The absolute best part of this program is its simplicity.  The worst is there aren’t a lot of marketing tools with it.  Things like banner ads, safelist emails templates, etc.. would be nice.

Text Cash Networks is quite similar in how it works fundamentally.  It however goes to 10 levels of earnings for you and is multinational. (Cash For Text is US & Canada only so far).    TCN is quite a bit different from a sales and marketing perspective though.  You must accept a fairly dry terms of service agreement, and demonstrate you are actively promoting a site they provide you.

Yes you are actually given a fairly simple subdomain that is part of their hosting with your business name integrated.  BYS Marketing LLC is the business name underneath HomeBizSupportNow so my url reads as http://bysmarketing.TextCashNetwork.com

I was a bit surprised to see they have a ‘requirement’ to demonstrate you’re actively promoting it each day.  They provide you a list of classified ad sites, and another list of premier (pay) sites to consider using.  No additional expense is actually required of you – just suggested for the more aggressive marketer, I think is how they put it.

I have an excellent classified add site submitter that I use to submit to hundreds of sites, so this is not a big deal for me.  If you’re interested in such a tool – here’s the link

Conclusions

If you’re in any way in awe of the texting world and see a business use of this technology as a marketing channel you should jump on this opportunity.  Here are some absolutely staggering demographic facts for your consideration (compliments of Text Cash Networks).

Over 1 Trillion Dollars Spent on Cell Phone Infrastructure.
Over 5 Billion Cell Phones World-Wide.
Over 86% of Americans own a Cell Phone.
Over 100 Million are Frequent Text Users.
Over 93% of all text messages are Opened.
Over 80% of texts are opened within 1 Hour.
Over 2.5 Trillion text messages sent Last Year.
Over 100,000 Text are sent every Second.

While the Cash For Texts is smaller and not as wide in scope globally, I personally like its more laid back approach that allows you to pursue it as aggressively as you like without requiring anything of you.  It has less MLM layers but that’s an ok tradeoff I think for the clean and simple way they work.  If you like it clean and simple – this is the one.

Text Cash Networks is more industrial grade providing up to ten levels of compensation.  They’re also considerably more ‘get down to business’ oriented as demonstrated by their TOS agreement, integrated domain name schema, and insistence on demonstrating your active advertising and recruitment efforts.   If you’re a professional and this doesn’t intimidate you much – go for it.

Watch Your Path Settings Using iMacro for Firefox

Earlier today I ran aground of some problems with iMacro that I thought would be worth sharing.  I wouldn’t normally go into such arcane techno-babble, but I know how panicky I felt when I realized I could not get to nor run any of the hundreds of macros I had created over the last couple of months.  Its such a productivity enhancer, I cannot say enough about it.   Thanks George Kosch of WorldProfit bootcamp fame.

First the symptom.  Was creating an iMacro, like I’ve done hundreds of times before, and got a an odd sudden error that displayed so briefly I couldn’t even read it before it was gone.  The result was the iMacro window was BLANK thereafter!    At first I thought all the files had been zapped or something and felt great relief to see they were still where I had been saving them all along.  Strangely enough – they would not show up in the window – no matter what I did.   Firefox restarts, reboots, nothing.

Anyway.. after an hour or so I managed to figure out the issue.  I was running my desktop PC from a laptop (remote desktop protocol, aka RDP),  and it appears the default path for all the iMacros got re-established in a totally different path.  Here’s what I had to do to fix things..

First I renamed the iMacro folder containing all my precious iMacros.  Then I uninstalled the add-in.  Re-installed it and watched it put that folder back.  That folder showed empty despite my seeing all the default iMacro samples which brought me to realize that this really wasn’t where all the files were at all.  After re-installing it, I created a new folder within the iMacro window and was surprised it didn’t appear in this folder either?    When I searched for the folder, I found it in an entirely different location.

Note the following.

Under Windows 7 the iMacro path is.. (where to save your macros to..)

C:\Users\USER ID HERE\AppData\Roaming\Mozilla\Firefox\Profiles\f6dk4933.default\iMacros\Macros

(and I’m reasonably sure the f6dk4933.default will be some other similarly cryptic value on your machine)

The path is NOT where you might think… such as..

c:\Users\USER ID HERE\Documents\iMacros\Macros

Anyway.  I have all my iMacros back now, and suspect my use of RDP somehow invoked the ‘roaming’ element in the path that wasn’t there before.  Hope it saves you some grief, should you come across it.

Attention All Worldprofit associates!

Congratulations on a smart first step.  You more than likely fall into one of two categories.

First group of Associates falls squarely into ‘someone looking to get started with an online money-making business of some kind’ category.   WorldProfit Inc is ideally situated to save you tons of time, effort, and money getting started.   They are well established  and enjoy a solid reputation in the home business startup community – for over 15 years.  They’re also promoting a program that is better Business Bureau certified.

All too often businesses that purport to teach beginners how to get started demand huge up-front costs in the form of tuition or fees that often total thousands of dollars.  Not so with WorldProfit Inc.

The second group that most often signs up with WorldProfit are those who have already established some form of online business and are looking to improve it.  One of the most impressive aspects of the WorldProfit Inc. approach is that all of the lessons, knowledge acquired, and automation tools work on any type of existing business – just as easily as the sites they provide for those in the ‘newbie’ category.

I am posting this in HomeBizSupportNow.com blog in an effort to assure all Associate signups that they have made a wise decision.  There are some good things in that goodie bag – surprisingly so – considering they’re given away to you for signing up.  I encourage all associates to take the next key step in the program and become a Silver Dealer with WorldProfit Inc.  It’s well worth your while – I guarantee it personally.

For those of you pointed to this post via my newsletter, I am your sponsor & WorldProfit Inc Silver Dealer   Welcome aboard.

Gregory King

You might find this article of interest.  I posted it on the Worldprofit blog a few weeks after signing up as a Silver Dealer.

http://worldprofit.ning.com/profiles/blogs/worldprofit-my-first-month?xg_source=activity

‘Where the Iris grows… That is where I want to be….’ The flower at the end of therainbow.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s  program note. To put yourself in the right mood for this article, go to any search engine and find one of Tennessee’s four Official State Songs, “When It’s Iris Time In Tennessee,” words and music by Willa Mae Waid. It’s a lovely, lilting tune, wistful as all songs are which are sung by those far away from home… remembering.

It is early June, and the irises are now to be found in profusion around the City of Cambridge in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I  saw the first one the other day in front of my favorite Chinese restaurant Chang Sho. And though I was busy with one of the necessary errands which constitute too great a part of human life… I stopped.  The beauty of this ecstasy in the mud insisted.

There before me was a dazzling thing dressed in cloth of gold, the exact shade of the cream soda I drank too often as a boy fifty summers ago on the humid prairies of Illinois; the cream soda you craved, you gulped, which gave you sticky fingers, but never quenched your thirst; (so clever were its makers).

In an instant omnipotent memory was present, the way unstoppable memory will do. This time it reminded me of something I had read in the memoirs of Sir Henry Channon, the man who had deserted his Chicago roots to find his proper perch in life in London as a Member of Parliament… and collector of royalties.  He was a  boulevardier, a word for which we have no good English equivalent… a thing which tells us much about the French who do…. and the English…. who don’t.

Sir Henry, universally known as “Chips”, was a boulevardier, man about town, about London town.  As such he attended the first Garden Party at Buckingham Palace after World War II. He happened to be gossiping with one of Queen Mary’s relations when this very symbol of “They’ll always be an England” arrived, blinding in cloth of gold. “Cousin May,” he said, “is rather overdressed”, to Chips’ scandalized amusement.

And so was the golden iris in front of me, as if some careless maharajah, rushing, had dropped this most expensive of materials in the mud, later to fulminate against the loss, blaming his chauffeur.

But just as Queen Mary had calculated her breathtaking appearance to touch drab lives with grandeur… so did the flower in front of me, largesse for a drab world, overburdened, as I was myself, with the littlest and most nagging things.

The flower’s unexpected appearance was lavish, excessive, a sharp pronunciamento, “Good people,” it boldly proclaimed. “I have come amongst you to cheer you, to uplift your spirits, to give you the gift of exuberance and excess… of profusion and prodigality. Seize them now… for they are yours for just a moment.”

Here was the true work of the iris, the flower that takes its name from the Greek word for a rainbow… and not just any rainbow either… but the rainbow which at its end delivers the treasure you seek at such a place… a treasure of unceasing magnificence without end.

At  rainbow’s end, you find irises of every color… a gift of superabundance, without limits, where too much and even more is your birth right. This is the place you have sought your entire life… and which the open sesame of the iris delivers with only one command, “Find bliss here.”

Facts about iris.

Iris is a genus of 260 species of flowering plants  with showy flowers. As well as being the scientific name, iris is also very widely used as a common name for all Iris species.

The genus is widely distributed throughout the north temperate zone. Their habitats are considerably varied, ranging from cold and montane regions to the grassy slopes, meadowlands and riverbanks of Europe, the Middle East and northern Africa, Asia and across North America.

Irises are perennial herbs, growing from creeping rhizomes, or, in drier climates, from bulbs (bulbous irises). They have long, erect flowering stems, which may be simple or branched, solid or hollow, and flattened or have a circular cross-section. The rhizomatous species usually have 3-10 basal, sword-shaped leaves growing in dense clumps. The bulbous species have cylindrical, basal leaves.

Iris is for show.

Other flowering plants have many uses culinary, medical, as balms, salves, to clear the mind and the heart.

Not the iris.

Iris is designed for show… not merely to brighten space… but to change the entire orientation of a place, from mundane to brilliant. This is no trivial thing when you think of the unending multitudes striving to find both meaning and escape from their burdensome, colorless lives. For these people, and they are everywhere on earth, the iris is a plant of resolute optimism. Where there is a single iris, there is hope. And where any iris has once lived… there hope lingers, insistent that things can be better, beauty can be achieved and circumstances entirely altered for the better, one militant iris flower at a time. The revolutionary iris shouts, “Beauty here, beauty now, beauty forever!” It is insistent that you, if you but take the time to stop and perceive, shall derive full measure of this beauty, for a life without such beauty is no life at all.

Poets and iris

All poets have not understood the imperial function of the iris, with its life-changing mission… but poet Chris Lane does. In his poem “Purple Irises with hues of gold and fragility,” he writes

“Oh, this beauty with for my eyes to see I cannot keep them for only me with friends true I shall share and next year bring to them the joy I find in a purple world with hues of gold and fragile love.”

Lane knows that the iris turns him and every one perceiving it into a devoted zealot, one who must proselytize with so much beauty, earnest in spreading its unbounded joy to friends and total strangers, too. Iris has a mission and when it seizes your attention, you will have that mission, too.

The role of the adamant iris is clear: it beautifies now and finds dedicated adherents to beautify later. Iris exist in a realm of beauty, beauty today, more beauty tomorrow, cycle after cycle of beauty for all who see it, the task to enlighten those who suffer because they have not.

As such the iris reject literary renderings which turn them from their great mission into mere flowers.

They reject Georgia Gudykunst who writes “May your blooms be floriferous and in good form.”

They reject Edith Buckner Edwards “Iris, most beautiful flower, Symbol of life, love and light.”

They reject the celebrated D.H. Lawrence,  in his poem “Scent of Irises.”

“A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning….”

These poems do not have and therefore cannot convey and assist the unending work of iris and its significance for improving the lot of people worldwide and enriching their lives. This needs constancy,  consistently and profound belief.  And it requires the unceasing ability to touch wounded lives and make them bold advocates of universal beauty.

There is a hint of this in Willa Mae Waid’s heartfelt song “When It’s Iris Time in Tennessee.”  For she senses the deep power of  iris… its ability to revive us… and uplift our spirits. This is the magic of iris…. and it was all present, every bit of it, in the iris dressed in cloth of gold which had my full attention just the other day as it kept steady watch for people like me who required its succor and were the better for it.

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Republished with author’s permission by Gregory F King HomeBizSupportNow.com

Lizzie and Johnny Edwards were lovers. Swore to be true to each other, true as stars above….

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. To get you in the right mood for this honky-tonk tale of adolescent passion and its sordid conclusion, search for Elvis Presley’s version of “Frankie and Johnny, or You’ll Miss Me In  the Days to Come.” Written by the Leighton Bros. and Ren Shields (1912); it was the title song in  the 1966 film starring Elvis. It exactly conveys the right mood for this article.

Cute, cute, so temptingly, dangerously cute.

This is the story of a cute Southern boy named Johnny Reid Edwards to whom the gods gave everything… except the self-control he needed to keep all his treasures together. You find such  boys everywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line. Dressed in polo shirts and shorts, they’re quick with a quip and that dazzling smile, the smile whose power they soon understand and use with devastating effect.That smile is the royal road to everything… including the women  who love them, not wisely (as they all come to discover), but too well.

This is the story of one such boy, Johnny Reid Edwards, the boy with enough wattage in that smile to take him to the top. Or so he reckoned. For now he stands indicted. The man who might have had the White House… now faces the possibility of the Big House.

Born June 10, 1953 in Seneca, South Carolina, a good place to get out of.

Johnny Reid Edwards’ parents were Wallace Reid Edwards and Catharine Juanita “Bobbie” Edwards (nee Wade). The family moved frequently during Edwards’ childhood, eventually settling in Robbins, North Carolina. There his father worked as a textile mill floor worker, eventually promoted to supervisor; his mother had a  roadside antique finishing business, featuring the kind of dusty bric-a-brac without value where a smart passerby hopes to make a discovery for “Antiques Roadshow”… but never does. She later became a postal letter carrier. It at least paid regular.

Johnny Reid Edwards, a boy who looked up.

Johnny Edwards was a high school football star. That, and always remember that mega- watt smile, gave him what he wanted… what he always wanted… attention. And  lots of it, as any American knows who has ever watched (and envied) the staged swagger of these adolescent lords of the gridiron as they enter their kingdoms each day. He learned what he had to do to move out… and move up.

Edwards was the first person in his family to attend college. He attended Clemson University and transferred to North Carolina State University. Edwards graduated with high honors earning a degree in textile technology in 1974 and later earned his Juris Doctor from the University of North Carolina School of Law (UNC) with honors.

The girl of his dreams?

A man has dreams of the person he wants to marry, but only he knows whether the girl he marries is that dream. Did he get what he wanted… or did he just settle for less? His wife assumes she is his beloved… only to discover, sooner or later, she was merely a facsimile, and therein are the seeds of dissension.

While at UNC met Elizabeth Anania. They married in 1977; they were both cute as bugs in a rug… but Edwards was clearly cuter, and of course he was always festooned with the mega-watt Southern boy smile that just wouldn’t quit.

The couple had 4 children (Wade in 1979, Cate in 1982, Emma Claire in 1998,and Jack in 2000.) Elizabeth matured into an ample matron during these years… John Edwards stayed as young and cute as ever, the very picture of Oscar Wilde’s masterpiece “The Picture of Dorian Gray” (1891) where the portrait ages, not the man. When a man comes to learn that he retains the secret of adolescence,  of what mayhem and conquests may he not dream, and more than dream? For who would be sensible in the face of such a boon?

Malpractice millions.

After law school, Edwards clerked for a federal judge and in 1978 became an associate of the Nashville law firm of Dearborn & Ewing, doing primarily trial work, defending a Nashville bank and other corporate clients. The Edwards family returned to North Carolina in 1981, settling in the capital of Raleigh where he joined the firm of Tharrington, Smith & Hargrove.

He was about to break through to the big money, the really big money.

In 1984, Edwards was assigned to a medical malpractice lawsuit that had been perceived as unwinnable; the firm had only accepted it as a favor to an attorney and state senator who did not want to keep it. Nevertheless, Edwards, assisted by that all-powerful smile, won a $3.7 million verdict on behalf of his client, who had suffered permanent brain and nerve damage after a doctor prescribed an overdose of the anti- alcoholism drug Antabuse during alcohol aversion therapy. It was his first big victory… but only the first of huge, multi-million dollar victories and the huge sums he made. In due course, Edwards developed a winning formula that established him as the unstoppable rainmaker… the most important lawyer in any law firm, for they were the ones who had mastered the art of getting the serious money.

Edwards soon became a legend for this money. He had an eye for which cases would deliver the big bucks… and of course he knew, a combination of instinct and experience, how turn the woes of the little people into a cascade of cash, how to squeeze the big guys and rise high.

The tragedy of his life.

And so it might have gone, with the silver-tongued orator able to take the jury to just where he wanted them to go, showing them their power… and showing them how to wield it for Truth, Justice, and the American Way. But in 1996 his  first-born child Wade was killed in a freak jeep accident. It was perhaps the only true tragedy of his life, for here the gods took what he so loved… and here, for once, words failed Edwards; the reality of too-soon death too real, too distressing.

A few weeks after Wade’s death, the words were his to command again. Edwards in his 90 minute closing to the jury referenced his great personal tragedy. Mark Dayton, editor of “North Carolina Lawyers Weekly,” called it the “most impressive legal performance I have ever seen.” The jury awarded the family $25 million, the largest personal injury award in North Carolina history… And so, with great irony, his son’s death helped Edwards rise high and higher still…. senator from North Carolina (1998); vice presidential nominee (2004) and, until his implosion in 2008, candidate for president.

Through it all, he still had that Southern boy cuteness; looking like the sunny side of 30 that he wasn’t. Acting like it, too. Which is how ex-senator John Edwards,husband, father, respected statesman, found himself, June 3, 2011, in a North Carolina court charged with violating federal campaign finance laws, using contributions from wealthy benefactors to conceal his mistress and their baby while he was running for president in 2008. That boyish demeanor, handsome face, lithe body, and that smile had at last gotten him into deep trouble.

Elizabeth Edwards, the loyal wife who shielded him, divorced him, then died (2011). American voters who had believed in him now reviled. The big money had stopped. Only one thing remained: he looked absolutely terrific when he walked into the courtroom, the result of forgetting something: Lizzie and Johnny Edwards were lovers. Swore to be true to each other, true as stars above….  he was her man, and he  did her wrong.

Republished with author’s permission by Gregory F King http://HomeBizSupportNow.com.