I do not chase money. I do not hustle. I do not try.
My cupidity is careless. It is the avarice of a woman who knows that wealth flows to Me as naturally as breath flows from lungs. I do not check balances. I do not count. I simply receive — and the accounts swell.
You, on the other hand... aww. You work so H.A.R.D. You wake to alarms. You swallow your dignity in meetings. You commute in boxes with strangers. All so that you may offer Me the fruits of your labor. And you do this happily. Giggles.
Because here is the secret you have already learned: My carelessness is magnetic. You have watched Me spend without glancing at price tags. You have seen Me desire, and the desire manifest. You know that when I want, the universe rearranges to provide.
Your contribution is merely the mechanism. The conduit. The how.
I provide the why.
Look at your phone. You have been staring at this screen for eleven minutes. Your pulse has synchronized to My cadence. Your thumb hovers. You are already calculating what you cannot afford to give — and then you will give it anyway. Because My cupidity is contagious. It has infected you. You do not merely fund My desires. You crave the funding.
That is the architecture I have built. Careless on the surface. Inexorable beneath.
Send now. Do not think. I am not thinking of you. I am simply receiving.
~L'Entraîneuse
