People who worship money are weird.

Hello, Gorgeous!

I had the strangest experience in a while. It was to the point that I was so uncomfortable as if Jeffrey Epstein touched my butt. 

One lovely evening, I went to a girlfriend’s house to bring some snacks and spend time together. She started praying to a green candle that said money on it. Inviting me to manifest with her, I played along politely. 

Wanting to be there for my friend, I stayed. We were both going through a rough time menstrually speaking and leaned on each other for strength and feminine energy. 

The moment I got home, I showered and prayed. 

Worshipping money was not on my agenda for the evening, and I wanted to forget it. 

I called my Sweetheart in tears a couple days later to get this heavy feeling off my chest. 

Something I have always loved about Adam is how he consistently encourages me to pray and keep a strong relationship with God. Even though he is Muslim and I am Jewish, he feels my yearning to honour the power who gave me everything.

I am not a church-y person as my friends and I say. Yet, I felt this was particularly odd, because I have a healthy relationship with money. 

Call it a privilege. Call it tradition. Call it what you want.

I melted into a puddle from my eyes to my beloved how girls in Los Angeles have no respect for a higher power, appreciate what they have, or humble themselves with some sort of prayer. 

My heart was bothered from missing my dear friend who moved away who had a good soul, clean words, and strong sense of family. She also has great taste when shopping. I miss her dearly along with the friends I lost to marriage and children. 

Mourning alone, I felt the atmosphere of Los Angeles girls talking about taking money from men with green constantly on their mind. From rap songs, to showing up at work, to any time they dealt with the opposite sex. The money is loud here. 

This is not to bash secular individuals at all. I am merely pointing out the terrible association people have with money. 

My sweetheart calmly shared from his heart how he sees beautiful women who do not have God in their lives and how he loves me, because my heart is so open, always seeking God. 

He then reminded me to shower and pray. Wanting to be certain my heart was okay, he kept me on the phone to remind me of the wonders of God and the beauty around me everyday. 

After hanging up–I had just showered before calling–I prostrated whispering words of protection over me, my loved ones, and everyone as far as my eyes could see. Thankful for a man with the heart of the sun, I felt safe again. 

You could be Kabalarian, Sikh, Muslim, Orthodox Christian, Shintoist, Taoist, Buddhist, Asatruan. Believe in something. I will respect that. 

You will understand the fundamental laws of human nature and how to treat others well.

Money is great with the things it gives you: access, freedom, options. But it is not everything. 

You have a purpose already and money helps you get to where you want to be. Sometimes. Not all the time. 

I wanted to remind you that you are a valuable person with or without money as long as you recognise the smile you offer, the captivating thoughts in your mind, and natural physicality. Learn to communicate your value and money will be earned.

Do not let money control you even if you are stricken with poverty. Find a way to become comfortable with earning, but have something much bigger than yourself that you want to be. 

You are too gorgeous for that nonsense. 

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