09/16/2025

Much to my surprise, I’ve come to realize that money is a tool, not energy. Contrary to popular belief, the abundance we seek lives within us, and it is this inner abundance that fills our tools with magic.

But yielding our own magic is no easy task. It is complicated, messy, and untamed. It waits for us on the other side; our darkest branches—those that are more than ready to break off from our tree—will release it. But they need our permission to wither away, to float off into the wind like dead petals, leaving with the winds of autumn. 

I’ve had to decide I’m in control, not my core emotions. Magic has waited for me since birth to realize I am its creator, not my feelings. Magic has asked me to train my mind, to meditate, to release, and to purge until I know I am grounded, until I know my feet are firmly planted on the ground and only I can move them. 

So, until now, magic has eluded me. 

I realize my wounded heart has dominated my focus for so long that I’ve forgotten how to see things from a broader perspective and to bravely allow myself to feel the wild waters raging in my chest. I thought I was drowning when all I really needed was to find a way for my emotions to flow out until my inner storm settled, and I felt like myself again, until the boundaries between me and others were no longer blurred. So, I carry my mantras with me.

Chop wood and carry water.

Let them.

Do what you love and you’ll never feel like you’re working a day in your life.

Release and purify in accordance with the moon cycles.

When I am overwhelmed by my thoughts, I say, “That’s interesting,” and watch them float away from me and back out into the matrix.

I turn to nature to guide me; I explore the map left by the power and depths of the ocean, the seasons, and the cyclical movements of planetary bodies that influence us. In the clouds that drift away, clearing the air. 

I accept that my rage, grief, fear, and worry are natural, and it’s okay to express them; maybe not by running to a forest to scream freely and beat my chest. But I can purge my voice through poetry or songs or through shared stories with friends. I can rock climb, surf, and skydive. I can follow the direction of my inner flow state. I can have more fun and share a laugh.

And I can always return to myself to awaken my inner abundance, discover my own treasure, and start wielding money magic all on my own.

From my mind to yours, in equanimity,

Nicole Asbjorn