Today, I’m reminding myself of this:
We place so much limitation on the concept of “money”. It’s just a construct, a creation.
We ARE, ARE, ARE abundance.
I do have many moments of not feeling it in my experience, but…I’m feeling it more and more as time goes on.
There is no limit but for the limits we put on ourselves.
Money is not a resource or commodity of which there is a limited amount. Money is numbers on a page. Our monetary system is built almost 100 percent on that. I watched a fascinating video on how banks and loans and the entire money system has evolved, and very little of it is based on ANYTHING (like gold) as opposed to when it first began, and it’s all “fluff” and air that was made up by bankers and lenders.
Not to mention that we are making it all up anyway. Money has no more power than the dirt under my fingernails or a fly on the wall. Society could decide to use flies for exchange, and saving, collecting, hoarding, investing, and donating flies would be basically the same thing. Think of it. You’d be sitting in your kitchen, and there would be seven flies on your counter, and you’d do whatever you could to catch them and put them in your storage space of flies, so that you could exchange them with others who had the goods you needed. The best part about flies is that they are certainly in abundance. Though if we started collecting flies, they might not be so abundant. Or maybe they’d be more abundant because we’d create breeding places and let the flies hang out and fly around with one on the back of the other, and many flies would be spent in order to create storage spaces for all the flies we had saved and were breeding…
We’d have all different varieties of flies — some worth more than others…larger ones, or rarer ones, or smaller ones, or blue bottle flies, or the shiny green ones, and maggots! Fly eggs! Oh, what fun! No more swatting. Whenever a fly landed on us, we’d go throw it in our fly “bank.” It would be quite interesting. We’d keep ledgers of how many flies we had, how many we “spent,” how many died and how many more we’d need to breed — that would be the equivalent to interest lost and interest gained.
We’d have fly banks, where we could cash in our big flies for small ones, or vice versa.
Anyway, the point is, that’s what our monetary system is — about as valuable or meaningful as flies.
Only not as annoying! And money doesn’t fly through the air for free…
and yet you could almost say it does — we just don’t know how to “catch” it.
And the ironic thing is this: picture having a million flies in a big “fly bank” somewhere, just buzzing around. We would attach so much meaning to the presence of those flies, and we’d be so proud, and people would revere us — there’d be reality TV shows about us — all these flies, flying around — but what for? They’re just conglomerations of protein and goo and wings…they mean nothing. Nothing.
And so does money, really.
Yet our lives are so…we get into so much TURMOIL about it, as if money were so valuable in terms of our ultimate joy and happiness! Yes, it does buy so much — oh, how fun it is to go and shop for things and
oh, yes, to help others acquire some, too.
And that’s the point.
It’s the fun of acquiring, and using it, and the joy that I know many here have found, of helping others prosper, that is what really matters and feels good — not the entity we call money itself. Bills are pieces of paper that represent. They are not the joy, or the love, or the assistance, or the preciousness of all that we can buy or do with money — which is, at its very best, a vehicle <u>through which</u> we express our appreciation to and for others and to and for ourselves, because we are all One anyway — those we believe are “out there” are really “in here.”
Now, I can really, really live with that.
The reality is we’re all ABUNDANT beyond belief…we may not have the pieces of paper or metals that indicate we may have a lot of something that shows up on paper and gives us the power to have the objects or services we want…which, in some ways, are just as meaningful as the money itself in terms of our happiness, joy and love (remember, money is an expression of that, not the thing itself), but we do have it all. We own it all. We ARE it all.
Whew. I am glad I am able to give myself this reminder today. I need it.
