Capitalism Is A Joke

Dear Unconditional Love - What would you have me know about Melissa’s technology specialist job?

Hey, love. Wow I can feel that you’ve been itching to ask me about this. Is it because you want me to assure you that she will get this job? I wish I could do that, sweetheart, I really do. 

Doesn’t it just suck that certainty isn’t something we’re meant for in this life at Earthside school? And by “we” I mean you, love. I am beyond earthside. I am spiritual. I am ever present. Which means I do know and see more than you can with your feet on the ground there. And that’s not to make you feel less than or more grounded than I am. It’s to remind you that there is more that I can see than you can in your rooted place. 

I can see where Melissa is going and the arch of her life, just like I can see yours. It’s not about specific jobs or specific moments, but more the ever present love and “right”ness that you both, and you all, have when you look at things more zoomed out than from where you’re standing. It’s reassuring to me so that I can reassure you, all is where it’s meant to be. 

And that’s not a platitude like they try to sell it to be. Capitalism is a fucking joke. How frustrating they make everything true monetarily sunk? I’m sorry, love. I know that’s hard. But the things they are saying are true. The putting money to them makes them feel untrustworthy. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t real. 

Here’s the thing, love. You don’t have to “buy” any of those trinkets with your money. But how freeing would it be for you to “buy” into the ideas? That what will be, will be. I mean, duh, right?! How simple. So profound. And yet, we run around frantic trying to grasp at the certainty that isn’t there whether it’s on a greeting card or not. 

Give Melissa a hug, apologize to her for me that I can’t sell her certainty. I’m not sorry I don’t have it, but more that it appears to come with the illusion of control and satisfaction, when really, that’s already here for all of you too.

Thanks so much for asking me about this, babe. You can always come to me with anything like this. I’m here for you and I’m here for you all. I love you.

Cat naps are not joke, though =)

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