money doesn't grow on trees
Aries Szn time travel: part ii
part ii of the time traveling reflections. (read part i here)
this one is even more of a time travel, because at the time of writing it i was referencing an experience that i’d already had a month prior. then i got pulled away from it… and now, nearly four months1 from the original experience, i’ve finally choked it out.
voilà & enjoy! xx
☉20°Aries | 51.6 | 04-09-25
☿ 27°Pisces
almost a month ago, i had an intense experience with revisioning on the morning of the Virgo lunar eclipse.
i’d just come back inside from a failed attempt to see the blood moon. although she wasn’t visible, her electricity pulsed through me, and i lay in the still, quiet dark, thrumming with potential.
as i nestled deeper into my blankets, i was taken by a vision. i saw my younger self, sitting at the kitchen table of my childhood home; i saw the pattern of poverty experienced by my lineage and handed down to me via genetic inheritance; i saw my Self, and the mosaic of desires that drew me into this life; and i felt a rush of information that i hadn’t had access to before.
all of these things blurred together in a mess of color and feeling—i will try to break them apart and put them back together in some semblance of linearity so that i may share the profound experience with you.
when i was growing up, money didn’t make sense to me. i didn’t understand why we had to work (usually for someone else, doing something we didn’t particularly want to do) to earn money to have our basic needs met. i didn’t understand why we seemed to contort our whole lives around this obviously made-up thing. it seemed to cause more stress than it relieved: my parents fought frequently about money; i was reprimanded constantly for things related to money (standing with the fridge or front door open too long, eating too much food, wanting too many things my friends had that i couldn’t have, being a poor saver—i could go on); my mom worked into the night and into a fatigue-fueled depression for money and we still never seemed to have enough.
over time, i grew to hate money. i touted the belief proudly that money was evil, and i wanted nothing to do with it. to this, my family responded as if i were a deranged idiot—money is a fact of the world, they said, so i’d better get used to it. i don’t know what i’m talking about, the world doesn’t function without money, and the only reason i don’t like it is because i can’t handle it. my ideology is hopelessly lost, and i have a dark future ahead of me if i can’t take my head out of my ass and learn how to be a responsible, realistic adult like everyone else.
when i saw younger Me sitting at the kitchen table, all these memories flooded my mind. i was struck by the realization that there was another way to respond to what i had felt as a child, unavailable to the adults around me at the time, but very much available to me now.
what would i have said if i was My parent?
i approached the kitchen table and sat down across from Myself.
i looked into my own solemn face and said, you’re right. money isn’t real, and it doesn’t make much sense. life on earth would be a whole lot easier if Humans knew how to get along with one another, and to trust in the abundance of the world instead of trying to manufacture and control it.
your feelings about money are really spot on, and you don’t even know the half of it! when we’re older, we learn all about the federal reserve and the irrevocable debt that this country is in. we learn about lies and corruption and greed—that lack is quite literally manufactured and that people hidden from our view play with money and the interest on it to manipulate the masses into feeling more or less financially stable, depending on what they think is needed (or, more realistically, what will benefit them the most).
but the adults around you do have a point: this is the world that you live in, and money is very important to live well while you’re here. it doesn’t do you any good, doesn’t give you any power or agency, to shun money and refuse its presence in your life.
anger and confusion flashed across My face. why would i do this to myself?! what the fuck is the point of existing in a system with rules that don’t make any sense—unfair nonsense that i have to align with in order to survive?
i leaned in, cupped my hand to the side of my mouth as if sharing a secret. because you wanted to be a magician.
My interest was piqued: what??
when you know that the rules of a game are arbitrary, you can move outside of them.
you came here—in this realm at this time with all of these nonsensical rules—so that you could experience yourself as a magician and a curse breaker.
you know that saying your family repeats? “money doesn’t grow on trees”? (a transfixed nod.) they’re right, but not in the way that they mean it.
money doesn’t grow on trees, but that doesn’t mean that money is not an infinite and inexhaustible resource. it doesn’t mean that money is not easily acquired or available in surplus. it simply means that it is not an inherent part of Nature—it’s something humans created.
what is natural is value. it’s natural for individuals and groups to place value on certain things: food, safety, connection, beauty, pleasure, to name a few. but somewhere along the line, money was conflated with value; how valuable something was became synonymous with how much it cost.
money today only holds the power that it does because, collectively, we place so much value in it. without our agreement of value, it becomes worthless—mere scraps of paper and meaningless numbers on a screen.
when you know this, you take the power that you’ve projected onto money and reclaim it for yourself. you learn to value yourself deeply, regardless of how much money you have in the bank, and which things are valuable by your standards instead of the mob mentality, corralled by corporate overlords.
i like that… i think i feel less crazy… but i still don’t understand—why wouldn’t i have brought myself into a life where i was “winning the game”?
actually, you have—you’re just not at that part of the story yet.
there’s something more you need to understand to make this all make sense: you are not solely your body, with its history and its memories, its family and its karmic lineage hidden away within your DNA. you are also your soul, the unseen, reincarnating aspect of yourself with its own agenda, which chose this body with the family and lineage that would best serve said agenda.
two of the archetypes that your soul wanted to express this lifetime are the Magician and the Curse Breaker. together, when you wield your ability to dance outside of the seemingly impenetrable rules of reality, you break the chains that have held your family line down for centuries.
the ancestors of your body were enslaved, orphaned, abandoned—torn away from everything they knew to be safety and security and forced to survive against the odds. some of them never had safety or security at all. your ancestors have known such cruelty and deprivation that you have never known, and will never know—because their actions across the generations have slowly but steadily lifted their line into a better space.
and although they are dead, they are not gone; they live on—loudly!—within you. when you experience comfort, pleasure, abundance, and prosperity, they get to experience it through you.
your magick rights the wrongs of generations.
your magick honors their strength and sacrifice and perseverance, gifts them the luxuries that they were denied in their own time.
your magick bends reality; it puts their pain to rest.
i watched My little face, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, absorb this information. it all made sense—I could feel the rightness of it in My bones.
a small smile appeared on My lips, growing bigger and bigger as I realized how much power I had.
thank you.
i got up from the table and gave Myself a tight hug. let your relationship with money be something you decide, not something you inherit. you get to create a brand new legacy for your lineage. and you’re already doing great. i love you.
☉04°Cancer | 52.1 | 06-25-25
☿ 28°Cancer
FUN EXCITING NEWS!
that course i’ve been working on all spring is finally done. waaahoooo! check it out here :)
i’m so flippin excited to have more space for life now that this creative cycle has come to a close. more time to read and write, more time to spend with loved ones, more time to spend in nature, more time to spend exercising or relaxing or cooking or learning or doing literally anything besides course creation.
life is good, good, good!
i’ll be back soon <3
from earth, with love
xoxo Lizzie
it… does not feel like it’s only been four months… this spring has felt like a lifetime!