Money and the Monkey
How fear speaks, how truth speaks, and how you know who is driving
Money itself is innocent. It sits there quietly, minding its own business, doing absolutely nothing wrong. But if you want to understand the real money and the monkey truth, you have to see how the monkey turns money into a frantic chase while the spirit simply stands in what is real. Money itself is innocent. It sits there quietly, minding its own business, doing absolutely nothing wrong. But if you want to understand the real money and the monkey truth, you have to see how the monkey turns money into a frantic chase while the spirit simply stands in what is real. It’s a symbol, a resource, a neutral tool. But the monkey… the monkey turns money into a full‑blown spiritual soap opera. Ra said it bluntly in his money teachings — the one chasing money is the monkey. Not the spirit. Not the design. Not the truth. The monkey. And the monkey chases because the monkey is afraid. It is insecure. It is hollow. It is disconnected from the throne. It has no access to inner authority, so it clings to outer authority like a toddler clinging to the leg of a stranger in a supermarket.
The monkey doesn’t know truth, so it broadcasts its own version of truth — loud, dramatic, and usually wrong. It grabs whatever microphone it can hijack. The Ego mic, the Throat mic, the Solar Plexus mic, the Sacral mic — anything that will amplify its fear‑based agenda. It doesn’t care if the message is distorted. It doesn’t care if the body is exhausted. It doesn’t care if the spirit is silent. It only cares about survival. And survival, to the monkey, means chasing. Chasing clients. Chasing validation. Chasing status. Chasing the next high‑ticket offer. Chasing the illusion that “once I have enough, I’ll finally be safe.”
This is why the spiritual‑coaching‑money world feels like a carnival. Everyone is shouting. Everyone is performing. Everyone is selling “abundance codes” like they’re handing out raffle tickets at a county fair. Everyone is pretending to be enlightened while their monkey is backstage hyperventilating into a paper bag. Meanwhile, the spirit is sitting quietly in the corner, sipping tea, wondering why everyone is screaming. Because the spirit doesn’t chase. The spirit doesn’t hustle. The spirit doesn’t fear. The spirit doesn’t perform. The spirit doesn’t need microphones. The spirit doesn’t need to convince anyone of anything.
The spirit knows. The spirit knows truth. The spirit knows timing. The spirit knows resonance. The spirit knows value. The spirit knows the difference between movement and noise. And here’s the part most people never understand: The spirit doesn’t speak about money the way the monkey does. The spirit speaks from truth — and truth is a tree. Truth doesn’t move. Truth doesn’t persuade.
Truth doesn’t negotiate. Truth doesn’t chase clients. Truth doesn’t build funnels. Truth doesn’t need to be believed. Truth stands. Truth roots. Truth endures. People move toward it or away from it — and their movement reveals who is driving.
When someone moves toward truth, it is the spirit. When someone moves away, it is the monkey. When someone attacks truth, it is the monkey defending its throne. And when someone recognizes truth instantly — without explanation, without marketing, without performance — it is because their spirit remembers.
A Poem for the Monkey and the Spirit
