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My comment on "Money" ..... That perfumeless colourless object of desire!

I was in staying in a hotel in Paris and shared a room with a handicapped woman (Southern European) who said she was a journalist . She was saying that it was a general conviction and  thought that money:  was valuble coloured paper which could do good things but had no perfume or colour (meaning that it was good from whereever it came from ) .... No one in their right minds judged the way it looked .... no one asked it  questions (like why are you carrying so many bags?) no one said : You stink of pertol or blood or semen.  Nobody really cared to ask it :" where do you come from" and or why are you here ?  ....

An intelligent woman who talked about the dark net as if she knew it well ,  she would be saying such silly things ..... because that was in the past when no one talked about the origins of things ....   now a days certain people want to know everything about the steak they eat .....  which animal is it coming from and when and where and how .....  money too is tracked .... as if by religious zeal , by people who want to know if it is Kosher , if it is from money lending people who are selling it to you .... Back in the Seventies i remember it used to be about Petro Dollars coming from Texas or the Saudi or Venezuela or roaming away from Libyia     ....   every one knew what they were talking about .....

I told her that my mother had left me the house and that having sold it i thought i would do the right thing and buy a house in Europe and live in it.  But little did i think that the world had changed and that there were the Watchers who now watched every one´s money and (would snatch) it if they could reach it.  That was why i did the wrong thing by investing in property.  God obviously was far from my thoughts and at that point i hadn´t discovered the "money God relationship"

In some poorer countries where petrolium was not available for export .... it was the "women".  People thought it was legitimate to sell the daughters so that the sons would go to school .... that was money too .... it did the same job ....  It still  happens when a kindly relative tells a father out of work to send the eldest off to work ....  not to become the cleaning Lady (such a glorified job for women from all walks from life) , there was a huge Art Exhibit by Ms Abramovic in Florence Italy last year where it was all about "The cleaning lady" .  That was clean money, washed and laundered by the intelligensia of Eastern Europe and Russia , in order to bring humanity to the illuminism of "Cleanliness" concerning jobs for women.  In some countries Women are supposed to all have a small inclination towards getting money the "normal" way, the dark way of selling their favours ....  In some countries this commodity takes the place of Petrolium and even The Construction Industry .... and therefore these kind of  talented people love to create misery and wars and conflict in order to reach that desired resource .....

I said to her for some people money has colour and a particular perfume depending on where it comes from ....  even if no one usually turns up their nose at money that stinks of Shit , some people think that God is involved with the money we use and he likes the money to come from a good place .....  and i told her that i had seen "The God likes Money relationship " in my life.  Just like the Calvinists i too believe that Money and wealth is sent down by God, not necessarily to create happiness  .... but God likes to complement people by giving them Clean money !

My Italian friend from Rome Guido, once told me that he believed that the Arabs where the people who were complimented by God because their countries were sitting on layers of easy to get Petrol.  I had never thought about it that way ... that idea was totally fresh for me ... but for some people it had been around for centuries. The Italians loved the idea of making money from creative ideas , like from making beautiful cars (the Ferrari) and objects of design and doing car racing (Maranello).  And Food.  LIke Drugs .... tourism could be an oil well ....


One old fashioned King living in the Emirates in Abu Dhabi in the 70ies , resisted the idea of Oil wealth till his last days because he thought it was not good Money ....  all this to say that people have taken the Biblical idea of money lending (as something that God does not like) seriously.  So as to say , you can decide for yourself how you liked your money.  If you have a  relationship with   God  .... then the world is a different place and everything catches meaning and becomes complicated .....

 

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