The Many Faces of Abundance

 by Courtney Pierce

How many of you slogged through the 1980s with the rich impropriety of prime-time soap operas? I certainly did, and I even recorded them on VHS tapes for the privilege of watching these scoundrels over and over again. Remember Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, Dallas, Falcon Crest, and Dynasty? Many of these TV programs were designed to make us envy lavish lifestyles and cheer on the cat fights for whose power superseded money. Oh, how I loved when those scoundrels who got their comeuppance for greed, dishonesty, manipulation, and fraud. But they looked so good in their designer outfits, coiffed hair, and diamond earrings.

Wickedly delicious.

We’ve been trained from birth that being rich is about having a lot of money. It's been promoted, by design, as a way to polarize us as people. The more you earn, the more you're cheated out of it: through income taxes, property taxes, sales taxes, endless fees, higher interest rates, and increased cost of goods and services. If the elite can get rid of the pesky, free-thinking middle class, then they'll enjoy ultimate power and control over the minions.

So they believe. But they underestimate people's ability awaken to the truth.

As the saying goes, there are two happy days for the "uber elite": the day when they buy a boat or a plane, and the day they sell it when their knees get whacked. Luxuries can easily become burdens when life takes a downturn.

But what if money becomes worthless? Then what?

Think Venezuela. It used to be a country of abundance: awesome food, and resource independence, Its citizen enjoyed a vibrant economy, just like the USA a mere two years ago. Under the current tyrannical government, Venezuelans roll barrels full of worthless cash into the store just to get a loaf of bread—if a loaf of bread is available. The working people are forced to eat birds, rats, cats, and dogs to get sustenance. Their de-valued currency means nothing. 

Somehow, though, the government elites have lights, fresh food, and lavish homes behind walls and fences. Average citizens burn furniture to keep warm and live in the dark after sunset.

But the people are fighting back. They've had enough of the corruption. And they're making progress.

Here in Montana, there are a plethora of millionaires and billionaires among the working folk, farmers, and ranchers. Some earned their wealth. Others inherited it. To be honest, you wouldn't know who's who. They all dress the same.

People are moving to Montana from all over the world, hence our skyrocketing housing prices and rents. The building rate is crazy as people want be here to protect their wealth and freedom. We’re one of those desired free states. We don’t wear masks. We don’t mandate the VAX, and we don’t poison kids with divisive racism. We love this country and its Constitution, and we truly respect our fellow man, no matter how much money they do or don't have. We wouldn't know, anyway, because everyone looks the same. We're just people.

The vistas are amazing here, without a doubt. Glacier National Park is a national treasure and is only a stone’s throw away. Yellowstone National Park is only a few hours further. This state cradles an abundance of Nature’s bounty. This is the abundance we moved here to enjoy. We hike the trails in boots and backpacks, and we rough it in the wild in tents. We all yearn for the hooves of the mountain goats pounding through the campsite in the middle of the night.

But there’s a higher truth in our abundance as humans.

The real skivvy is that we're all born with abundance of benevolence in our DNA, aka "God Genes.' We’re actually magical beings that have telepathy and a deep understanding of the universe. But humans have been hijacked. Over the centuries, we’ve been dumbed down: our food and water purposely poisoned, our minds manipulated by mainstream media and school, and our money stolen by the Federal Reserve to keep us indebted. Abundance was reserved for only the chosen few, far above the one-percent.

Many shocking truths will be exposed in the coming months. And what if average Americans become very wealthy as a result of having their moral compass on a benevolent spiritual path? It's like winning the lottery. Some acquire and give; others squander and consume. We still have a little free will to make decisions.

There's actually science to back up the premise.

Intuition and telepathy are gifts that are centered in our pineal gland, a precious bodily organ at the base of our brain that functions as our “third eye.” It governs our connection to spirituality and intuition. Over the decades, this gland has been purposely calcified by fluoride: in our water, in our toothpaste, and in the treatments at our dental visits. Why? We were willing sheep with our ignorance from misinformation. There are those who don't want us to have these gifts.

Conspiracy theories are now confirmed conspiracies. That's only the start.

There is good news! The world is waking up to the many, many lies that have been fed to us on a slow drip over the years. Some may be able to handle them, others may not.

As people, the real abundance we all have, no matter the amount of our income, is our intuition, our heart, and our benevolence. Those we love, and those who love us, are precious beyond anything we can purchase. Moreover, we are able to pay attention to our inner voice when “something’s not right.” Trust that your moral compass is straight on point.

As the holidays are upon us, we must pause to take stock of our many abundances, especially with the people we love. There may still be a stall of the supply chain for Christmas, but the day isn't about presents; it's about giving of ourselves to others. Personally, I have everything I need: the love of my husband, my sisters, my in-laws, my step children, and step grandchildren. I want their world to be as good to them as mine has been to me.

My new prized investment is our garden. We raise our own vegetables, garlic, herbs, and potatoes. We hunt for elk and venison to fill the freezer. We will bring our bounty indoors this winter with a mini greenhouse. Our goal is to control our food supply—free of additives or chemicals.

We’ll heat our home through the winter with cords of wood. And when spring arrives with the retreat of the ice-melt on the lake, we’ll have fresh fish, along with the beauty of iris and tulips.

That’s abundance to us.

Courtney Pierce is a fiction writer living in Kalispell, Montana with her husband and stepdaughter. She writes for the baby boomer audience. She spent 28 years as an executive in the entertainment industry and used her time in a theater seat to create stories that are filled with heart, humor, and mystery. She studied craft and storytelling at the Attic Institute and has completed the Hawthorne Fellows Program for writing and publishing. Active in the writing community, Courtney is a board member of the Northwest Independent Writers Association and on the Advisory Council of the Independent Publishing Resource Center. She is a member of Willamette Writers, Pacific Northwest Writers Association, and Authors of the Flathead. The Executrix received the Library Journal Self-E recommendation seal.

Print and E-books are available through most major online retailers, including Amazon.com.

Check out all of Courtney's books: 

courtney-pierce.com and windtreepress.com 

New York Times best-selling author Karen Karbo says, "Courtney Pierce spins a madcap tale of family grudges, sisterly love, unexpected romance, mysterious mobsters and dog love. Reading Indigo Lake is like drinking champagne with a chaser of Mountain Dew. Pure Delight."

Coming in 2022!

When Aubrey Cenderon moves to Montana after the death of her father, the peace and quiet of Big Sky Country becomes complicated with a knock on the door from the sheriff. An injured grizzly bear is on the loose and it must be eliminated before it kills again. The sheriff's insistence that she buy a gun for protection will present Aubrey with some serious soul-searching, because the grizzly-on-the-run is hunting her too . . . for a different reason.

If I Were A Rich (Wo)man...

As soon as I read the topic for this month, that song from The Fiddler on the Roof came to mind:

If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum (not sure what that means, lol)

If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard... (well, much as I like the odd day of not doing much, I'm not sure I could do that forever. I still have my family to look after, my stories to write, my pets to care for, my cosplay to make. Being a bit of a control freak, I'm not sure I could just hand those tasks over to others - though there are definitely some days I wish I could!)
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town (enough rooms to have a whole one all to myself for writing! But maybe not in town - too noisy. Maybe right out in the country, or even a private island of my own...)

A fine tin roof with the real wooden floors below (well, maybe not a tin roof. Imagine the noise in the rain!)

There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down (lol, an Escher house!)
And one more leading nowhere, just for show (my husband would love that. He loves quirky houses with secret staircases and passages, odd little rooms and nooks and crannies. Or maybe a castle.)

I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can (um, no. I have my chickens though, and if we had no close neighbours I'd keep some cockerels so we could hatch chicks of our own, and have huge fox-proof runs for them to enjoy)

And each loud "Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack! Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack!"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man", oy! (Well, not sure I'd want to announce to the world that I'm rich, otherwise a huge chunk of money would have to go on security!)

I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife (swap that for husband, though aside from a few more geek tee-shirts, I'm not sure he'd want to change his style of dress all that much!)
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me (no thanks!)
...
And it won't make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich, they think you really know (sadly I think this is true. Maybe I should invest some of that money in a few more educational courses...)
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack...That would be the sweetest thing of all, oy! (ya know, there never seems to be enough hours in the day whatever I do. If only we could buy extra time...)

I'm Pippa Jay, author of scifi and supernatural stories to engage your emotions, and I hope you enjoyed the post.