Dec 17, 2018
Down three flights of stairs
Into the abyss of a staircase without rails
Straight down white on black
Layers like onions
I get to the real place
And it is covered in gold
Dust and spiders fade away
Evaporate like a superhero movie
Jewels green and red
And blue and shining gold
So much ancient gold
This is my fear?
To be abundant beyond my wildest dreams?
Something happened here in this room
This storage place of wealth
That brought so much fear
What was it?
What happened here?
There is a rug with a large buddha head on it
Embellished with gold thread and thin slices of jewels
It is dirty and dusty
I roll it up and take it to a golden chair
A squishy chair that is more faux gold than real
It is comfortable
I can be swallowed up in it.
I unroll the rug and it is clean
And the buddha is smiling
This is my relationship with money
With not just survival
But deep, deep wealth
Riches beyond my current memories
But not beyond my wildest deepest
Dreams.
Inspired by Day 43 of Unlocking Transendence Mindvalley Quest with Jeffrey Allen