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“Money as Energy: The Flow of Wealth, Wisdom, and the River of Life”


Consider this, old friend…
Money is but a symbol, a shimmering invention of man, born from the ancient barter when one loaf of bread was weighed against a jug of wine, and later etched in gold, silver, and ink. 
But beneath its shifting forms lies the essence of all things—energy.
Energy moves, flows, transforms. And here’s no accident—the very word currency comes from current. Like electricity, it flows, and in flowing, it gives life to everything it touches. So too with money—it is the current of human exchange, sparking opportunity, illuminating paths, and nourishing all who stand within its stream.

Even when you place it in the vault of a bank, it is not resting—it is lent, invested, circulated, feeding the roots of commerce and the branches of human endeavor. Money flows not from people but through them—just as the river does not belong to the rock or the reed, but moves past them, nourishing all it touches.

Notice how it changes in value, this idea of exchange. A dollar was worth less yesterday than it is today. Like the tides responding to the moon, money responds to markets, to commodities, to nations in dialogue. A gallon of milk once cost half, now costs double.

 Money stretches, contracts, and bends according to the unseen laws of exchange.

But here is the mystic truth: if you clutch money tightly, bind it in bundles, and bury it away, it ceases to live. Just as a river dammed too tightly will stagnate, so too money locked away loses its power. Its intention is movement, circulation, nourishment. It was never meant to sit in stillness but to serve as a living current—transferring value, sparking creation, fueling growth.

Consider the greater metaphor: money is not merely coins or paper, nor digital numbers on a screen—it is a mirror of life’s eternal circulation. All things flow: water, breath, blood, seasons, stars. Money is but another current in this vast river of exchange, a human-made tributary of the universal energy that binds and sustains all things.
So, old friend, let money teach you: do not cling, do not hoard, but let it pass through your hands with the wisdom of a steward. For like water, its value is in its motion. It was created not to be possessed, but to be circulated—to nourish, to build, to connect.
 And in its flowing, both you and the world around you continue to grow.
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