Prosperity or Poverty: Choose your Mirror

Prosperity or Poverty:

Choose your Mirror


By Maria Mar©2009

A visual storytelling journey

to dispel the thieves of your prosperity.


The meeting got complicated. It would take much of the day. We broke for lunch and I hurried to the bathroom. There I met a fascinating woman. As our lunch hour coincided, we had lunch together in the building’s ground-level cafeteria.

art by Maria Mar(c)2009. No reproduction, copy/paste allowed.

I felt that a strong, peaceful connection had brought us together and was very curious as to the purpose of this encounter. We began to talk with ease.

I was pleasantly surprised when I realized that Lillianne* was a spiritual catalyst whose inspired writings I had read once when I somehow clicked on a link to her blog.

I recalled that she was a wise woman with an extraordinary capacity for deep reflection into the mysteries of existence. In her beautiful writings, I had appreciated her thorough understanding of the Law of Attraction. I especially admired her awareness of how we create our own universe with our thoughts, emotions and choices.

Lillianne and I talked passionately for a while about these topics, which we both loved. But even through the lightness of this lovely conversation, I could feel that a heavy silence weighed on her. Finally, Lillianne could not contain her anguish any longer. She burst out into tears.


The Empty Hands

“I am so scared!” she stuttered between sobs. “I have reached the bottom. I don’t understand how this is happening to me. Ten years ago, I began my own business. You may not believe it looking at me now, but I have earned thousands of dollars in a week. I have charged clients in an hour more than what I am making daily in this job.”

Lillianne was trying hard not to burst into tears again in the crowded cafeteria. We left the noisy place and took refuge in a small lobby, where a sofa nested inside a niche was conveniently hidden by a group of tall palms and other potted plants.

We sat, wrapped in heavy silence, now broken only by some quiet sobs. Lillianne stared at her empty hands.

I remembered a time in which I also stared at my empty hands. I had lost everything I had in a bizarre housing disaster. I had to leave all my art and tools, my clothing and most of my possessions behind. I had no idea where I would go. As I recovered my health in a friend’s guest room, I had stared at my hands, empty after so many years of giving the best of my creativity.

In the deeply carved lines, I had read my past. I faced the war I waged against money. I recognized how I spent it as soon as I got it, as if it burned my hands. I realized that I had not created financial structures, strategies or goals in my life. It was a brutal encounter with realities that I had disregarded for most of my adult life. This disregard had lead to that moment, in which I had no emergency money or financial alternatives to recover from this crisis.

“Is this a lesson I must learn? Am I being cleansed of ego?” Lillianne asked abruptly. Her voice reminded me of a little girl who has been punished and is trying to understand what she did wrong. But there was someone else in that voice: the punisher herself, flagellating Lillianne in each of her questions.


Only for Love

“I was so broke that I had to place a PayPal button in my blog. Imagine? I had to ask my subscribers for donations!” Lillianne said, as if that was the ultimate perversion.

Lillianne was thankful that her 10,000 subscribers had sent her so many blessings and kind words and had given her generous donations, which kept her afloat for about a month. But her monthly obligations had to be met, and she had finally caved in. Her eyes were wide with terror.

“I admit that my relationship with money has not been good. There’s a lot of guilt attached to it. I played the starving artist for most of my youth. And now, it appears that I am playing the starving guru,” she whispered with a faint smile.

Lillianne exhaled a pain-ridden sight that traveled through my bones. I tried to piece together the two opposite images I was receiving from the same woman.

Lillianne had shared that her subscribers were very active and often responded to her articles. During our conversation in the cafeteria, she had told me, with badly concealed pride, that her subscribers had suggested that she charge a subscription fee for the blog. When she refused, some suggested that she
offer an upgraded service, with more support and inspiration, for a monthly fee. Lillianne had refused to do that, too.

“I am not doing this blog to get money,” Lillianne had said, almost angry. “This is for love. To inspire.”

I had assumed then that she had devised other means of earning money. After all, she had coached corporations and organizations and had impressive recommendations about her work.

Now, however, I realized that this Rich-Wise-Woman had not created a strategy to earn money. Instead, she had fed her “Poor-but-Good” Shadow Self.


The War Against Money

As I handed Lillianne some tissues, I asked her how she had planned to earn money from the time she invested in her blog.

“No, not from the blog,” she insisted. “I don’t want to charge for that.”

“I got that,” I replied as gently as I could.

I did not want Lillianne to think that I was blaming or judging her. Quiet the contrary. I strongly empathized with her. I had similar Personal Medicines to Lillianne. It followed that I had been given similar emotional wounds in which to hide ―and find― these Medicines.

“But you have a business, don’t you?” I softly asked. “What monetization strategies do you have for your business?”

“I sell products,” Lillianne said defensively. As I had a laptop, she asked me to open it and soon she was showing me her products.

“I have two books, two CDs and several other products,” Lillianne showed me with a trickle of enthusiasm. I could see that she had put a lot of love in these products. I could also see that she sold them piece-meal, without a sense of a system or philosophy that integrated them and added the value of her unique offering.

“But the sales trickle in and do not even cover the business expenses,” Lillianne concluded, as she clicked out of her “Store” tab and into her “About Lillianne” tab.

In her biography, Lillianne had gone into a lengthy monologue about life. I liked her style to a point, because I could hear her voice. But I had no idea of what she could do for me, what her services where, what system of philosophy, if any she had, and what her unique offer was to me. She had wrapped herself in her beautiful, creative words, but remained a lonely island separated from her products and from her capacity to satisfy the growing needs of her readers.

Little by little, I got a picture of Lillianne’s business. Her blog was a plain template with not as much as a header. There was no branding there. I could not get a sense of who she was or the uniqueness of her gifts. Having felt her warmth and caring love, it seemed a pity that these qualities were not reflected in her blog.

She had no social media presence or links and no adsense or google ads. She had no affiliate program, so she could not earn income through joint venture partnerships and affiliate sales, either.

Why had Lillianne refused her clients’ request? Why hadn’t she created a paid monthly support, even though they had expressed their need for this?

It wasn’t that hard to create protected blog pages for paying subscribers, and she could still delivered the free access pages she was writing now.

Her clients were ready and eager to participate in deeper conversation, to receive her guidance. Instead, Lillianne had continued her long-lasting conversation with the world in her blog, refusing to monetize her writings.


Not for Sale

A light bulb turned on. I understood too well Lillianne’s resistance. I had been given a devastating message as a teenager, when my mom stopped giving me lunch money so that I would not stay in college for rehearsals. That was her way of trying to stop me from pursuing my acting career. This had also been the beginning of my eating disorders, as I had stayed for rehearsals, forsaking lunch and dinners for days on a row, until I was severely undernourished.

The price for self-loyalty, I had learned, was poverty. That had been the beginning of a war between creativity and prosperity. This war went on for decades during my adult life. I knew from experience how insidious this polarity could be.

In the ten years of healing my issues with money, I had tracked down how deeply and invisibly one can sabotage one’s prosperity in the most absurd ways without even realizing it. It came as no surprise to me, then, that Lillianne had not charged for her creative, spiritual writings.

I could now touch the heart of the matter. I found Lillianne’s tiny orphan-self, hiding behind her wise words. She was a little girl seeking belonging, giving endlessly of her vast gifts in an effort to be loved.

Lillianne was not valuing her wisdom as a service that she gave to others for their benefit. She had written some words in her blog that said this. But she was not living it. She did not believe it.

Perhaps when she went to a corporation and did a workshop she saw herself as giving a service. But not from her Essence, not from her writings ―from her

creativity. In her eyes, to use her words as a service and charge for it would have been to betray her soul.

Lillianne’s underground orphanhood and her war with money were sabotaging her life’s purpose.


The Cloak of Ghosts

Lillianne had not released the Cloak of Ghosts. Many of us inherit this heavy mantle of learned beliefs and toxic emotions from our elders. It is passed to us by our family of origin and culture. Lillianne’s Cloak of Ghosts was filled with guilt, shame and anger against money and attachment to poverty, which she saw as proof of goodness.

  • Love vs. power

  • Spirituality vs. money

  • Creativity vs. service

  • Creativity vs. prosperity

  • Honesty vs. authority

These were only a few of the battles in Lillianne’s Inner War.

Lillianne got up and threw the crumbled tissues into a nearby garbage can. I felt that her hopes were as crumbled as the tissues and my heart felt heavy for her. She swept some crumbs off her overall uniform and picked up her dirty maintenance globes.

As we returned to the fifth floor, she waived a sad goodbye and returned to the toilets left to clean.


The Two Mirrors

As Lillianne moved away, I saw a woman in war with herself. This woman had looked into two different mirrors and had secretly chosen the familiar one, though it in no way reflected her Essence.

Art by Maria Mar (c)2009. No reproduction, copy/paste allowed.

The Poverty Mirror

In the mirror she had secretly chosen, Lillianne was an abandoned, unloved orphan trapped in poverty.

Guided by guilt and fear, she had erected an unforgiving God-parent who stripped her of “ego” (her own desires, her power to manifest, her true value?) by punishing her with a poverty that in no way reflected her inner richness.

The true punishment was however, self-inflicted. Lillianne refused to charge for the services she came here to give. Instead, she had chosen to beg for them.

Art by Maria Mar(c)2009. No reproduction, copy/paste permitted.

In the mirror that reflected her Essence, Lillianne was a Wise Woman, a radiant being full of wisdom-treasures.

She had the rare courage to dive deep into her Soul and to bring from those depths unfathomable riches searched and needed by millions.

Her hands were filled with plenty. Her life could but reflect her inner riches and her generosity of spirit.

For now, the orphan had won this battle. But by now I knew Lillianne. I knew that she would push against the bottom and rise in full majesty.


Hands filled to the rim

I looked at my hands then and remembered that day in my friend’s guest room, when I stared at my empty hands.

In those deeply carved lines, I had read my present. I had seen the extraordinary value of the wisdom that had been handed me. I had traced the grace of my words and my art. I had weighted the substance of my gifts.

My hands were not empty. They were filled to the rim with valuable wisdom, tools andinspiration. They had been  bestowed to me with the charge to pass them on.

That day I had created my business, firmly founded on my writings, my art and my spiritual wisdom.

As the bathroom door swallowed Lillianne, I sent her a blessing.

May you look at your emptyhands and see the treasures overflowing.

May you value each word of wisdom that flows from your lips and hands as a sacred treasure with the power to transform the world.

May you receive the river of affluence that flows right now from the Universe to you. May you allow it to shower you in prosperity.

May you open your heart to receive the riches you already have.

I hold this blessing in my heart, for myself.

I send it to each of you in these challenging times, with the invitation to choose the mirror that reflects your richness and release the fear that drags you into a place of fear and lack.

Light and love, Maria Mar
The Dream Alchemist

PS: If you feel that you need help with your Shadow Selves, self-sabotage or manifesting your dream, please check my coaching services at: http://www.catchthedreamexpress.com/coaching.htm

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* The name and circumstances have been changed to protect this person’s privacy.


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Fear, Recession and the Law of Attraction

If you are hearing the debates about our economy, you are probably stressed, confused, angry and afraid. This emotional toxic marsh is the perfect psychic ground for your fears to flourish. Your emotions play a key role in your capacity to activate or block the flow of the Law of Attraction. Fear blocks the flow. Faith, as a connection to The Source, activates the flow.
 
You have the power to bring your vision, as well as your needs, to the collective table. You can have a positive impact both, in your individual life and in the social solutions that are created at this time. In order to be effective, however, you need to stay open to the Universal Field of Infinite Possibilities. You must be able to access your intuitive wisdom. Fear and stress block these abilities.
 
Fear, Recession and the Law of Attraction is a series of four articles. This is Article 1. It lets you know how fear blocks your power to create change and to find solutions. It offers simple practices to release fear. See the menu for the other articles and resources at the bottom.
 
Symptoms of Fear-related Stress
At a time of financial crisis, it is normal to be afraid, specially when we are dealing with our survival and our family’s survival. This leads to us act from fear. As a result, we may suffer from:
· High levels of stress, hypertension, heart attacks, anxiety attacks.
· Insomnia.
· De-motivation, inability to concentrate, resistance to do our work.
· High levels of fear and toxic anger, frustration, shame, resentment and other pent-up emotional toxins.
· Revival of our Inner Enemies, crowding our psyche fear-based thought and feelings.
· Resurrection of old, inherited scripts about money, deprivation and poverty.
· Feelings of powerlessness that lead to depression.
· Clouded vision that does not allow us to see the big picture.
· Decisions or reactions that betray our values.
· Decisions or reactions that are not beneficial to us.
· Rushed decisions to cut our creative, spiritual and quality of life features to stick to the bare-basics, impoverishing our life even more and cutting down the sources of peace, support and self-empowerment.
· Isolation.
· Plugging ourselves obsessively to the “Bad News Media” until we are over-saturated with bad news, creating more stress and fear.
 
There is an automatic physical mechanism of fight or flee that I cal the Fear Reflex. It happens so fast that you may be unaware of it.
 
Becoming aware of the Fear Reflex and releasing it will free you from a big chunk of stress and from the mistakes that result from fear-based reactions.
 
These are the symptoms that you are in the grip of the Fear Reflex:
 
1. Your breath stops.
2. Your shoulders tense up. They move upwards and may hunch to protect your vulnerable heart area.
3. Your neck gets puffed up (inflamed). There are meridians there having to do with fear and anger.
4. You pelvis locks backwards (women) or forward (men).
5. Your head/thoughts disconnect from your body.
6. Your stomach churns and there is a dizzying spiral in your Solar Plexus.
7. Your thought processes accelerate and you dash out to take immediate action.
8. In the grip of fear, it feels that you cannot stop to think, that the world will come to an end if you do not react immediately.
 
Here are four simple things that can stop the Fear Reflex.
 
1. Deep breathing. Hold yourself still and allow your body to breath deeply. Do not push. Simply open yourself to the Breath of Life. Inhale deeply, allowing air to feel your entire torso, down to the crutch. Exhale slowly and gently. Exhalation should be at least twice as long as inhalation. Do at least 3 breathing cycles.
 
2. Release tension from your shoulders. Rotate them gently as you exhale and shake off tension from your arms. You can also rotate your neck slowly and gently.
 
3. Acknowledge the fear symptoms in your body and release them. Detach from your fear, recognizing it as a normal reaction, but not giving it power over you. Imagine that you are holding a scared child in your arms. Bring that child into your personal protection and centerness.

4. Use Peace Mantras. When you are in the grip of the Fear Reflex, you can hear the thread of fear-based thoughts, some of them very old and primal. Counteract these thoughts with Peace Mantras. Say affirmations that return you to your center. Here are a few.
a. “I release fear and embrace Peace.”
b. “There is no reason to fear. I am safe and protected under Divine Design.”
c. I return to center and act only from my highest wisdom.

5. Refuse to act from fear. The fourth article helps you take centered actions.
 
By releasing fear and stress and aligning yourself with positive vibrations, you will enjoy a feeling of well-being and peace. You will be able to sustain the free flow of the Law of Attraction as you walk through chaos. This connection to Spirit allows you to make intuitive, wise decisions for yourself, your family and humanity.

Light and Love,
Maria Mar
The Dream Alchemist