Tonight.
We are going to look at the fear of not having enough.
You probably know it.
It appears when you open your banking app.
It tightens something in your belly at the moment of paying.
It whispers to you that it is better to hold on.
Just in case.
And yet.
It does not match your real life.
You have eaten today.
You have a place to sleep.
You have come through tight months.
And you are here.
It is not talking about your life.
Let us take the time to explain it.
Because that is the whole subject of this night.
A memory of money is a way of reacting to money that you did not learn by yourself.
You received it.
A fear passes from one generation to the next without a single word being spoken.
Here is how it works.
Someone.
Before you.
Truly knew what it was to lack.
A war.
An exile.
A harvest lost in one stormy night.
This person learned in their body that everything had to be kept.
And a child learns from what he sees and from what he feels.
Much more than from words.
A way of folding a banknote in four.
A silence at the table as soon as money is mentioned.
A worry in the voice at the end of the month.
You received all this when you were very small.
Without being able to look at it.
And you ended up calling it your prudence.
Tonight.
We are going to sort things out and give back to this person.
What belongs to them.
Settle into your bed.
The meditation will begin soon.
Start with your eyelids.
Let them come down at their own speed.
Without deciding anything.
Until they meet.
Behind them.
There is a warm.
Orangey color.
The one you see with your eyes closed in the sun.
Your legs now.
Your thighs are resting along their whole length.
Do not do anything.
Just wait.
Soon they weigh more than before.
The heaviness comes all by itself.
Like after a long day spent standing.
Your knees loosen and tip wherever they want.
Your calves flatten.
Where your thighs press on the bed.
A warmth begins.
Very small at first.
Barely warmer than the skin around it.
It is going to move through your whole body.
It goes down,
Fills your calves.
And spreads under the soles of your feet.
Your heels sink in.
Each toe relaxes.
One by one.
Then it rises again.
And reaches your hips.
Which open and settle.
The small of your back unfolds.
It passes through your belly.
This belly tightens at the moment of paying.
When the amount appears.
The warmth enters it and loosens the knot.
Like lukewarm water finding its way through a string pulled too tight.
The warmth gains ground with each inhalation.
Your body sinks lower with each exhalation.
It rises into the hollow under your ribs and widens it.
Your chest opens every time the air enters.
Your shoulder blades move apart.
Your shoulders drop one notch.
It flows into your arms.
Now too heavy to move.
Your elbows open.
Your wrists give way.
And it reaches your hands.
Watch what they do when no one is watching them.
They close.
They put aside.
They tighten at the moment of giving.
The warmth fills your palms.
And your fingers spread by themselves.
Like an overripe pod opening in the sun without being touched.
Tonight,
They can stay open.
It moves into your neck.
Which lengthens.
Your throat widens.
Your jaw lets go.
It locks as soon as money is mentioned at the table.
And tonight it is resting.
Your tongue too.
Your cheeks and your temples relax.
Your forehead widens all the way back behind your ears.
Each inhalation opens you a little.
Each exhalation makes you sink a little.
Feel all of this together now.
Your whole body lets itself be put down.
It becomes heavy and wide.
It spreads out and the bed supports it completely.
Your hands are open at the ends of your arms.
Your jaw is free.
Your belly is soft.
There is no longer a single part of you holding on to anything.
And you are completely relaxed.
And now that nothing is holding.
Allow your unconscious mind to open.
You give it permission.
And it opens wide.
Like the earth opening at the foot of a plant.
That has just been watered.
The water finds its own way.
And now imagine.
On your inner screen.
A large vegetable garden.
In the middle of August.
At the time when the sun begins to sink.
You are at the entrance.
Barefoot.
Take a step.
The earth is warm under your feet.
It is loose.
Full of the day.
It gives way under your heel and keeps the shape of your step.
The air smells of the watering from earlier.
And of tomato leaf.
Peppery smell that stays on your fingers.
And everywhere.
Bees in the squash blossoms.
With that thick summer garden hum.
Look at what is here.
Everything is ripe at the same time.
And there is far too much of it.
The tomatoes are so heavy at the ends of their stems.
That the stakes are all leaning the same way.
The zucchinis have grown again during the night.
There is no way to eat it all,
And nobody is worried.
Walk between two rows.
The foliage reaches your waist and brushes your arms on both sides.
The ground is cooler here.
In the shade of the plants.
Stop in front of a beautiful tomato.
Take it in your hand.
Without picking it.
Just to feel its weight.
It is warm on top.
Where the sun beat down.
And cooler underneath.
And it is heavy.
Your body understands this,
Wait before you do.
There is enough.
At the far end of the row,
Something is stirring the foliage.
Close to the ground.
A black bird,
Probably.
And at the back of the garden someone has been working since morning.
Walk toward her.
The path slopes down a little on this side.
It is a woman.
She is crouched between two rows.
With one hand,
She holds her apron up to make a basket.
Already full to the brim.
With the other.
She picks quickly.
She knows the gesture by heart.
Her hair sticks to her temples.
She hears you coming and lifts her head.
She shades her eyes with her hand against the sun.
Then her face opens all at once.
She smiles at you.
The smile you give when the person you have been waiting for finally arrives.
She beckons you to come and see.
There is plenty everywhere.
Crouched down next to her.
In the smell of the plants.
You have never seen her.
And you recognize her immediately.
She has the shape of your hands.
And that way of narrowing her eyes in the sun.
She is from your family.
A few generations back.
She lived through the real tight years.
She had her reasons and they were good.
She does not explain anything to you.
She picks.
She puts a warm tomato in your hands,
Then another.
She talks about the weather.
She laughs at something.
And at some point.
You lower your eyes to your hands.
It is closed.
The fingers are tight.
Open it gently.
Just to see.
One finger.
Than the others.
There is a tomato inside.
Taken just now.
Pressed against your palm.
Without thinking.
Just in case.
Stay with this for a moment.
It is neither serious nor ridiculous.
You are taking the smallest part.
And you are looking at this gesture head-on for the first time.
It does not come from you.
Someone who protected you as best they could.
Passed it on to you very early.
She has seen your hand.
She empties her apron into the basket.
Set down in the path.
And wipes her fingers on it.
Then she comes without hurrying.
And settles beside you.
She places her hand on yours.
Without pressing.
A warm hand.
A little rough.
That smells of tomato leaf.
She waits like that for a while.
Then she opens one finger.
Than another.
She takes her time between each one.
You feel the air reach your palm.
And it is cool.
She takes the fruit from the hollow of your hand.
Finds it beautiful.
And sets it on top of the others in the basket that is already overflowing.
No one will miss it.
Your hand stays open.
It is lighter than before.
Then she turns toward the nearest plant.
She parts the leaves.
Chooses two of them.
And snaps them off with a twist of her thumb.
She puts them in your hands,
One in each.
And closes your fingers over them with her own.
She is not asking you to keep them.
She is asking you to carry them.
And she smiles at you.
No words.
No lesson.
She has taken back what you were carrying for her.
Then she stands up and goes back to her row.
Laughing.
Look at your two hands.
They are full and they are open.
Stand up and walk a bit along the path.
The sun has dropped further.
The light passes horizontally between the stems.
A shadow stretches along the path to your feet.
Toward the entrance of the garden.
Someone is there standing.
Both hands busy giving.
It is you in a year.
In the same month.
What has happened in his body in a year.
His shoulders remained low,
Far from his ears.
His hands open after giving instead of closing.
His belly stays soft while he holds out the basket.
What does his face do when he gives like this?
Without counting.
The corners of the eyes wrinkling.
The jaw relaxed.
He looks at the person in front of him.
Not at what he is putting in their arms.
And see the space he takes up here.
He stands straight in the middle of his path.
Feet flat in the warm earth.
When someone arrives,
He does not look at what is left in the basket.
He looks at what is still on the plants.
Walk up the path toward him and take this place.
The warm basket against your hip.
Peppery smell on your fingertips.
This new calm in your belly.
And feel that it is already starting to happen.
Let this image go.
Let the visualization fade away.
The warmth of the ground is rising now.
That the sun has gone behind the hedge.
The earth has taken in the sun all day.
And now it gives it back.
It rises along the stems.
Passes under the leaves.
Reaches your ankles.
And keeps rising.
You're still holding a tomato in your hand.
Look at it more closely.
It weighs far more than it should.
There is the whole summer inside it.
The July days when the air did not move.
The shower one afternoon.
Barely 20 minutes.
That made everything swell at once.
The Mild Night.
The mornings when the dew weighed on the leaves.
An entire summer fits into the hollow of your hand.
Next to you.
There is a seed in the soil.
Inside it.
There is already the entire row for next year.
With its leaves.
Its flowers.
And its fruits.
Meanwhile,
The garden is expanding.
It crosses the fence.
Than the neighboring field.
The rows go on farther than you can see.
It becomes bigger than the night that is coming.
And the night fits inside it.
Tucked between two plants with the rest.
You are somewhere in there.
In the warm soil.
And everything is ripening around you.
That is the work of the night.
The fruits swell in the warmth.
Without a sound.
A little heavier.
Hour by hour.
The zucchinis gain another centimeter.
The pods fill until they cannot anymore.
It grows while everyone sleeps.
And it manages without anyone.
You are ripening too.
Your sleep is swelling gently.
It takes on warmth.
It takes on weight.
It sinks down into your legs.
Someone walks between the rows and sets a full basket near you.
There are others further along.
Lined up along the path.
There will be more tomorrow.
There will be some for those who arrive late.
The watering can left in the grass still has water at the bottom.
The Earth keeps giving back its warmth.
It holds you from your heels to your neck.
With the heaviness of a good day spent outside.
And somewhere.
In this garden that no longer has an end.
It is still giving.
And gives all night long.
You have nothing to gather.
And nothing to put aside.
You can stay there.
In the warmth.
While it ripens without you.
And if you are not asleep yet.
Please repeat the following positive affirmations.
Until you fall asleep.
I feel deeply safe with money.
Money circulates in my life with ease and serenity.
I fully recognize the resources already present in my life.
Each night.
My body learns the feeling of having enough.
I am building a calm.
Healthy.
And confident relationship with money.
I leave behind the old memories of lack.
I choose a new story made of safety and abundance.
I feel free to receive.
To keep.
And to give.
My hands stay open to what life brings me.
I trust my natural ability to create resources.
I look at money with clarity.
Calm.
And discernment.
I feel supported by life and by my own abilities.
Each day my inner safety becomes deeper.
I deserve a stable.
Comfortable.
And abundant life.
I receive with gratitude everything that nourishes my life.
I give with confidence from an inner place of safety.
I keep the strength of my lineage.
And I choose freedom.
I transform my heritage into trust.
Wisdom.
And prosperity.
I feel free to live differently from previous generations.
Abundance can be simple.
Natural.
And peaceful.
I see around me all that grows.
Returns.
And renews itself.
My resources grow with consistency and intelligence.
I make financial decisions from a place of calm.
You.
My belly remains soft and peaceful when I think about money.
I trust my ability to move through each stage of my life.
I allow myself to fully enjoy what I have created.
I let prosperity take deep root in my life.
During my sleep.
My unconscious mind strengthens my feeling of safety.
I fall asleep.
The deep certainty that life continues to bear fruit.
I feel deeply safe with money.
Money circulates in my life with ease and serenity.
I fully recognize the resources already present in my life.
Each night.
My body learns the feeling of having enough.
I am building a calm.
Healthy.
And confident relationship with money.
I leave behind the old memories of lack.
I choose a new story made of safety and abundance.
I feel free to receive.
To keep.
And to give.
My hands stay open to what life brings me.
I trust my natural ability to create resources.
I look at money with clarity.
Calm.
And discernment.
I feel supported by life and by my own abilities.
Each day my inner safety becomes deeper.
I deserve a stable.
Comfortable.
And abundant life.
I receive with gratitude everything that nourishes my life.
I give with confidence from an inner place of safety.
I keep the strength of my lineage.
And I choose freedom.
I transform my heritage into trust.
Wisdom.
And prosperity.
I feel free to live differently from previous generations.
Abundance can be simple.
Natural.
And peaceful.
I see around me all that grows.
Returns.
And renews itself.
My resources grow with consistency and intelligence.
I make financial decisions from a place of calm.
My belly remains soft and peaceful when I think about money.
I trust my ability to move through each stage of my life.
I allow myself to fully enjoy what I have created.
I let prosperity take deep root in my life.
During my sleep.
My unconscious mind strengthens my feeling of safety.
I fall asleep.
In the deep certainty that life continues to bear fruit.
I feel deeply safe with money.
Money circulates in my life with ease and serenity.
I fully recognize the resources already present in my life.
Each night.
My body learns the feeling of having enough.
I am building a calm.
Healthy.
And confident relationship with money.
I leave behind the old memories of lack.
I choose a new story made of safety and abundance.
I feel free to receive.
To keep.
And to give.
My hands stay open to what life brings me.
I trust my natural ability to create resources.
I look at money with clarity.
Calm.
And discernment.
I feel supported by life and by my own abilities.
Each day my inner safety becomes deeper.
I deserve a stable.
Comfortable.
And abundant life.
I receive with gratitude everything that nourishes my life.
I give with confidence from an inner place of safety.
I keep the strength of my lineage.
And I choose freedom.
I transform my heritage into trust.
Wisdom.
And prosperity.
I feel free to live differently from previous generations.
Abundance can be simple.
Natural.
And peaceful.
I see around me all that grows.
Returns.
And renews itself.
My resources grow with consistency and intelligence.
I make financial decisions from a place of calm.
My belly remains soft and peaceful when I think about money.
I trust my ability to move through each stage of my life.
I allow myself to fully enjoy what I have created.
I let prosperity take deep root in my life.
During my sleep.
My unconscious mind strengthens my feeling of safety.
I fall asleep.
In the deep certainty that life continues to bear fruit.
I feel deeply safe with money.
Money circulates in my life with ease and serenity.
I fully recognize the resources already present in my life.
Each night.
My body learns the feeling of having enough.
I am building a calm.
Healthy.
And confident relationship with money.
I leave behind the old memories of lack.
I choose a new story made of safety and abundance.
I feel free to receive.
To keep.
And to give.
My hands stay open to what life brings me.
I trust my natural ability to create resources.
I look at money with clarity.
Calm.
And discernment.
I feel supported by life and by my own abilities.
Each day my inner safety becomes deeper.
I deserve a stable.
Comfortable.
And abundant life.
I receive with gratitude everything that nourishes my life.
I give with confidence from an inner place of safety.
I keep the strength of my lineage.
And I choose freedom.
I transform my heritage into trust.
Wisdom.
And prosperity.
I feel free to live differently from previous generations.
Abundance can be simple.
Natural.
And peaceful.
I see around me all that grows.
Returns.
And renews itself.
My resources grow with consistency and intelligence.
I make financial decisions from a place of calm.
My belly remains soft and peaceful when I think about money.
I trust my ability to move through each stage of my life.
I allow myself to fully enjoy what I have created.
I let prosperity take deep root in my life.
During my sleep.
My unconscious mind strengthens my feeling of safety.
I fall asleep.
In the deep certainty that life continues to bear fruit.
You
