Pouring Water On Your Campfire
Poverty is an awful thing.
Poverty is like pouring water on a fire. When it’s around you can hear the hiss and see the smoke of lack.
Poverty perpetuates itself. The poorer you get the poorer you get. Pretty soon you make the people around you poor too. That’s the reason you have poor neighborhoods. Everyone’s poor because they keep passing the negative energy back and forth.
That’s also why you have rich neighborhoods.
I’ve lived both places. I recommend the rich ones.
Poverty is a payment. Wealth is a donation.
I have a friend who I donate to regularly. I love giving him money. I send the money even when I don’t use the service. That’s because the money I pay is to support my friend.
It’s a gift.
I asked my friend the other day to support something. (Not to give money) But to give attention to a simple idea. My friend said “no”; he didn’t even want to consider it. He was afraid it might lead to another payment.
Pshhhhhhhhh….shhhhhhh….!!!
I felt the energy of poverty. It was like he had poured water on a burning fire when he spoke. I felt the wealth energy leave him.
Then I felt my own resistance too. I thought for a brief moment: “Maybe I should withdraw my donation to him. After all, he’s not doing his part for me.”
Pshhhhhhhhhh….pshhhhhhhh..,.! ! More energy being pulled from the fire.
I know the feeling of the energy leaving the fire. I know it from decades of poverty growing up.
Because I know the energy of poverty I know how to deal with it.
Only one way. Head on.
You’ve got to pour fuel on it. When someone puts water on the fire the only way to make it grow is add fuel.
I doubled down. I doubled the donation to my friend.
I don’t think the donation will help my friend. Most people don’t understand how it works. They hold tight to the little bit they’ve got.
Choke out their own flames.
But my gift will increase MY fire. It always does.
I wish I could tell my friend how it works.
But I can’t.
He sees me as rich. He doesn’t understand what rich is. He won’t believe that rich is just a fire fueled with giving.
He thinks I give because of what I have.
He doesn’t know how selfish I am. I’m only generous because I want more.
Because this bonfire is just getting started.