A few days ago, a person dear to my heart took all my money from a box in my bedroom that held some emergency funds. Initially, I was in disbelief. How could someone I care about do such a thing to me? After all, I had often helped them without any expectation of repayment. My disbelief then transformed into anger. I had treated them to meals, bought groceries, and covered our nights out. How could my generosity be so blatantly taken advantage of? As anger gave way to self-doubt, I questioned my own judgment. How could I be so naive as to leave cash in an unlocked box in my bedroom? Could I trust anybody? Why did it seem like I was always taken advantage of?
The morning following the incident, I engaged in my usual Kriya and meditation practice. During this session, I sought guidance from the universe, and something remarkable occurred. My chest opened completely, and I felt a radiant, golden light enveloping my heart. I had a vision of myself joyfully tossing money into the air. In that moment, I received a message that it was acceptable to let go of my tendency to hoard money. I realized that this habit of hiding away cash was rooted in my deep-seated fear of poverty, stemming from the challenging years I endured while raising three children on my own. It became clear to me that my practice of stockpiling money was driven by a fear of imagined emergencies. As I emerged from my meditation, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for this newfound awareness and the sudden realization that these fears were part of an old narrative that I had been telling myself for many years. Hoarding cash out of fear of scarcity was inconsistent with the life I aspired to live, one characterized by fearless abundance.
This morning, I decided to give away the box while offering a prayer for my friend. I came to the realization that they didn't steal from me; they stole from themselves. Today, I can hold them in my thoughts with love rather than resentment. I can also be appreciative of the personal growth I have gained from this incident, even if I do remember to lock the door the next time they visit.