01/08/2026
In the beginning, there was no receipt.
There was no ledger.
There was no price tag hanging from the throat of the river
or a number stamped into the bark of the tree.
There was breath.
There was soil.
There was water that knew its way home.
There was a rhythm that did not hurry.
And then we invented a symbol
to help us exchange.
And slowly, quietly,
we forgot it was only a symbol.
Money did not arrive with fire.
It arrived with convenience.
With promise.
With relief.
And Earth watched as the symbol grew louder than the song.
Money taught the Earth to bleed quietly.
It taught the blood to move underground—
into mines, into oil fields, into pipelines, into supply chains—
so the hands that benefited would never have to touch the wound.
Forests became board-feet.
Mountains became reserves.
Rivers became rights.
Animals became yield.
Soil became dirt.
Time became currency.
And life became inventory.
Not because humans are cruel, but because distance makes forgetting easy.
Money severed the bond between hands and harvest.
Food stopped being a relationship and became a transaction. No longer did the body know the soil that fed it, the rain that blessed it, the microbes that trained its immune system. So guts weakened, moods shifted, minds frayed.
And we called it “mental illness” instead of recognizing it as ecological separation.
Money turned water into property.
The first medicine.
The original carrier of life.
Sold back to the very beings made of it.
Water learned to carry chemicals instead of prayers.
Waste instead of gratitude.
And the body—being mostly water—
began to forget how to flow.
Money dug into the Earth for ancient fire and burned it like it was free.
Compressed forests.
Buried sunlight.
Stored time.
Spent in a few generations
as if there would be no reckoning.
And the Earth responded not with revenge,
but with a fever.
Storms.
Heat.
Unpredictability.
Earthquakes.
Not punishment—
communication.
Earth watched as humans learned to treat themselves
the way they treated the land.
This is the deepest wound:
Money made enough disappear.
Once “enough” was gone,
everything became prey.
Not just forests and rivers—
but time, bodies, relationships, spirit.
And still—
Earth has not given up.
She keeps growing food through cracks. She keeps teaching fungi to repair what was poisoned. She keeps offering water cycles, seed cycles, sleep cycles. She keeps calling humans back to rhythm.
Money taught humans to measure what could be owned instead of what could be honored.
It taught us to ask,
How much is the price?”
instead of,
“How much is it worth?”
“What is it made of?”
“Who does it belong to?”
“What will it cost later?”
“What will it cost someone else?”
It taught suffering to hide in margins: in factory towns, in poisoned waters, in lungs that never breathed clean air, in bodies worked past their limits, in lands stripped faster than they could recover.
It taught harm to become invisible as long as it was profitable. We've made everything profitable.
Food
Home
Love
S*x
Family
Hobbies
Holidays
Rituals
Most importantly, time.
Money taught us to hurry for the future.
To rush seasons.
To rush meals.
To rush childhood.
To rush elders toward obsolescence.
To rush grief.
To rush healing.
To rush the Earth herself.
It taught people to live ahead of their bodies
and away from their breath.
It taught nervous systems to stay braced, alert,
afraid of falling behind.
And Earth—who only speaks in cycles—
could not keep up with a species that no longer knew how to wait.
Money taught humans to compete where they once belonged.
To compare instead of cooperate.
To hoard instead of share.
To rank instead of recognize.
It taught families to fracture under pressure.
Communities to thin into neighbors who no longer know each other’s names.
Loneliness spread—
and consumption rushed in to fill the space where connection used to live.
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Money taught people to confuse worth with output.
Those who produced were praised.
Those who rested were shamed.
Those who cared were unpaid.
Those who aged were discarded.
Those who struggled were blamed.
The question is not whether money can exist.
The question is whether it will remain the god.
Because when money is the god, life is the sacrifice.
I pray some day all humans truly recognize the value of life, Earth, and God (Creator)
