Money Notes and Quotes

I was very young when I first met money -- it was love at first sight! When you are a child of parents who deeply and profoundly love you and who provide safety, security and support and you are eightenn months old, you love EVERYTHING. I did!

Everything was a source of delight, intriguing and enchanting. The world was my oyster (actually, it still is). Actually, no the world was/is the pearl within the oyster. Each delightful thing was made just for me. At eighteen months old, I KNEW the truth. It hadn't yet been obscured by contradictory experiences.

Mothzie and Daddy gave Bill and me big pink piggy banks and paper bags of change for a present. They both sat with us on the floor while we got to know our new friend, money. They told us how wonderful it was to have and spend money. They told us that there was/is always more than enough money for everything we want.

I sat with my bag o'change and put pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters into my bank. I loved the clink sound the coins made when they hit the bank. There were so many of them! Mothzie again told me that there was an endless supply of money. She told me that I would probably soon hear that "Money doesn't grow on trees." She assured me that the people who believed that just didn't understand how the Universe works. She said that it was absolutely true that there was always more than enough for everyone, that I live in a Universe of abundance and love and that there was/is NO limit on the abundance of money, love, joy, health that I could have.

I remember thinking: "WOW! What a great life I've got! I live in the world of Always Enough!" I remember the little clink of the coins in my bag and shaking it just for the fun of hearing the noise. Bill and I traded coins back and forth and Daddy explained how the coins could be magically (seemed like magic to me) turned into crisp, crackly dollars and that I could trade this thing called money for things I wanted, like new clothes for my dolly or a teddy bear.

I remember putting the last coin into my bank and feeling dismayed that there weren't any more, that my supply was gone. I Looked at Daddy and said, "More money." Daddy laughed and hugged me and said, "I love you so much! You are so smart!" as he reached into his pocket and gave me more of those pretty, bright, jingly coins.

I loved money that day -- I loved getting it, I loved playing with it, I loved swapping it, I loved getting more, and I loved knowing that I could always have more whenever I chose. I still love all that! Money flows easily, effortlessly, and joyously to me!

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I wrote today's blog as a result of a suggestion of Joe Vitale in his Nightingale Conant album: The Secret of Attracting Money. It was great fun! I'd encourage to write/re-write (really it's to re-right) your introduction to money.