I am an old soul.
Old.
So very old.
I am so old that a piece of my mind is still in the early “sharing” stages of commerce. Stone Soup old. I have. You have. Let’s swap. And that is where my mind still is. It’s stuck there. It’s simple. Money. Coinage. Even Barter and Negotiations… I don’t understand. There is a block.
And where there is a block, when something is hard, it is the Universe pulling on me. Pushing. Guiding.
So I close my eyes. I trust. I follow.
Where do I go?
Sharing, she says to me.
All the way back before the beginning.
I have always seen the Old Markets.
When I grocery shop even, I see the store as “The Bakery.” “The Fish Market.” “The Butcher.”
Older than that still.
And when I follow my “gut” and allow the Universe to lead me, she says, “You must turn back the clock to the beginning. Before Rome.
For the City I am building.
For the City.
Why do we have money?
“Exactly,” she says.
“And does money have a place within Authenticity City?”
Decide and Do. The answer will bring you wealth.
Incentive.
Why do we do what we do?
This… is… it.