I got robbed

I got robbed.

60k euro gone, just like that.

And me?

I went to hell and back.

And then… higher into bliss than ever before.

Because even though I thought that this capital was untouchable and will always be there for me…

I realised that it’s not my source of stability.

Nothing external is.

Anything that can be taken away is not it.

Anything that can be lost is not it.

So please, take it!
Run with it!
Do you want to take anything else?
Take it!

My friends kept saying to hell the money but the invasion of personal boundaries sucks.

(Well that’s before they knew the amount)

And I didn’t feel my personal boundaries invaded.

My boundaries are being one with God, and God is boundless.

I may have been naive with my tendencies to almost never lock any doors…

But I won’t trust any less.

I won’t harden.

I won’t start saving on my drivers, dresses, avocados or anything else, like at all.

Quite on the contrary I just donated more money just because my heart was moved.

And I’m driving to the Immersion in a Porsche, but of course.

I breathe money.
I am abundance.
Money expands with every step I make.
And not only for me but for everyone around me, bc why not?

Is this delulu?

For someone hooked into 3d….
For sureeee.

And so? I’d rather be delusional than come to my deathbed and realise I forgot to live.

Real talk though… multiple times in the past it’s taken me just about 5 minutes to make 60k. So save your sympathy for someone else.

And if you wanna learn to fall upwards, you know where to find me x