They say you cannot take it with you when you go. So where does it go? They’re meaning, of course, material and money. What we feel we need so much of here to be able to live – there, however is unheard of, even laughable. So after inheritances are reckoned, expenses paid and people, loved ones go home, we ask –“what was that all about”? The struggle, the attainment, the loss, the gain, the investment, the green, the gold, the orange– bills.
Besides my modest share, for we were not the Rockefellers… what my parents, now departed, have taught me about money is the real legacy of wealth they had bestowed upon me. In fact, in their spirit way – they still provide for me. All I need to do is recall what their relationship with money was –what to assimilate, what to refute. What I absorbed when they didn’t think they were teaching, and what I picked up about money and the absence of it.
My father was a big fan of cash. He worked too hard for it though, manual labor—break back and endless. He gambled with the leftover, after mortgage, food, clothes, school for us. After bills, house repairs, helping family and friends with loans. After, surgeries and family vacation fund and emergency fund were paid into. Then, suddenly, he began wanting some of that back in the most urgent of ways. The outlet– gambling guiltily half the time and regardless of guilt most of the time. He passed away a few days before his retirement. Never won much.
My mother saved every nickel and dime while babysitting her grandchildren. My brothers and sisters paid her secretly at the end of a hard week of my mom raising their babies. They paid her behind my fathers’ back or he was sure to grab some for his gambling. By the end of it she had accrued thousands and my father had no dibs nor knowledge of it– zero. She helped anyone in the family that would be facing financial challenge. My mother without working a day outside her own house, was a tycoon, the go-to person, the feared and revered, they called her Mafia Mom. Just kidding, my mom was lovely –and by then lovely and rich.
My big brother’s relationship to money was to not have one. He passed away at the age of thirty-seven from an aneurism. He didn’t take anything with him because he didn’t have any…at least none that you could see. His money was figuratively folded within his ideas. He was a budding film producer/director that Hollywood had already begun hearing good things about. Equating to a lot of potential, equating to eventual and grand scale money. But not before his unfortunate and untimely demise. Whatever money there was went to paying the employees of his newly thriving production company. The banks went hungry and so what –no harm done here.
But during his short lifetime no celebration went uncelebrated. He spent his time looking for a reason to celebrate people and happy events in their lives, Yes, with money sometimes but mostly with his kindness, more…his magnanimity. Nobody that knew him or crossed paths with him went without feeling his/her own self-worth… priceless… and he was my big brother. I’m already richer than I think.
Of course, we all need it and wouldn’t refuse it – that would be ludicrous. However, what I have learned from my spirit guides and the best and free of charge financial advisors is that money isn’t everything. Its not what makes the world go ’round, it goes ’round due to the spinning axis its presently sitting on. The Big Guy in the sky got the bill for that one. Did any one think of sending Him a thank you card?! Money doesn’t travel well to that other side, we can’t sneak it in don’t even try. And lastly, to always remember and don’t ever forget to teach the value of kindness, light, easy, free, good, angelic kindness. In the words of Sting himself, formerly known as The Police when he said it… “we are spirits of the material world” — pass it on!