The world's most uncomfortable subject

Sex? Politics? Religion? Nah ...

Oct 04, 2024

The other day my friend Robin asked me, "Who are you giving your will away to?" And for the life of me, I couldn't come up with a "who." But I sure did come up with a "what."

Actually, I didn't come up with it myself. When I replied, "I can't think of anybody," Robin, being the psychic soul alchemist she is, jumped on the real issue right away.

"What about money?" she asked.

And there it was. The big green elephant in the room that's been waddling around with me my whole life, (well, at least since I went out into the world on my own), getting in the way, worrying me, scaring me by not showing up when needed, and generally being a nuisance.

Strange juxtaposition

She coached me to have a conversation with money, and so I pulled a couple chairs away from the dining room table and faced them towards each other. I then sat in the "Cate" chair and tuned into my body, preparing to receive information about my thoughts/feelings/actions, ancestral patterns and programs around money.

And it was a really interesting—if predictable process. None of the emotions that immediately boiled to the surface were unexpected: fear, distress, anger, avarice, anxiety, longing, worry, impatience, hope, and despair. A great whirling mess of emotions alternating somewhere between my gut and my throat ... totally unpleasant and all too familiar.

And then there was money itself.

When I sat in the other chair as money, there were no emotions whatsoever. Just a dispassionate, calm, waiting presence. And, as I sat there in the very alert, upright posture that seemed to come naturally to money, I had the thought: I am a tool and a facilitator.

No more. No less.

Wow! My personal emotions and thoughts about money versus what money actually is—an impartial tool to be used or not used—were so obviously and grotesquely out of sync, it was shocking.

Sure, I'd known for decades that money is THE premier control device used by the Powers That Be in the matrix. In fact, money has grown so potent an agent clouding the consciousness of humanity that it has become a complicated matrix all its own, enmeshing even the globalist billionaires who deploy it.

Actually, the .5 of the One Percent are even more entrapped and enchanted by the power they've invested money with than most of us in the West. And that's saying a lot!

About the only human beings I've met on this planet who are not prisoners of money are poor people in third world countries like Peru, Ecuador, Costa Rica and India. Which, considering the fact that they are also, without a doubt, consistently the happiest people I've ever met on this planet, begs the question about what exactly being "poor" means.

Poor in the sense of no money in the bank? Or poor in spirit? And which would I rather be?

Neither actually, thank you very much. Which brings up the first money program to talk about in this essay:

Money or happiness?

We are taught (aka programmed) to believe that happiness and love are not congruent with having money. That you can have one but not both. And that there are certain inevitable lifestyle and moral choices you have to make once you decide which path you're going to take.

Completely aligned with this program is the religious money program which makes the same statement about choosing money or God. What did Jesus supposedly say? "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into God's Kingdom."

What a coincidence that the people officiously spouting this line from the Vatican are wearing satin robes and gold miters, preaching (and living) in some of the most elaborately decorated, expensive buildings ever built on the planet, waited on hand and foot, living in the lap of luxury.

But “They own nothing and are happy!"

Well, sure! I guess so! What great examples they are for the rest of the world on the outside looking in, supporting WEF goals, holding open the glorious gates of totalitarian Marxism for the rest of us!

The root of all evil

This program speaks for itself, and those of us raised Christian have this saying hammered into our skulls from day one. But also hammered into us (and everyone else) is the massive, inescapable fact that, at our current level of social consciousness, "Money makes the world go 'round."

As actress and singer Liza Minnelli belted out in the 1972 musical drama Cabaret:

Money makes the world go around
The world go around
The world go around
Money makes the world go around
It makes the world go 'round.

A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound
A buck or a pound
A buck or a pound
Is all that makes the world go around,
That clinking clanking sound
Can make the world go 'round.

I remember standing in the grocery store checkout line many years ago, idly perusing the covers of women's magazines in the racks next to the candy, scanning the headlines which ALWAYS ran something like this: "Lose 20 lbs in 20 days!" And "Check out the new (skinny!) jeans for fall!" And then right there on the same cover: "The irresistible chocolate fudge cake recipe to rule them all!"

Lose weight, eat fudge.

What a nightmare of contradicting media commands and values! No wonder women go crazy. They're constantly bombarded with schizophrenic messages: " Be thin. Eat cake. Be a great cook. You can have it all!"

But it's the same bi-polar program for the whole world regarding money: "It's evil. The more you have the better."

Hello?

It doesn't grow on trees

It also "takes money to make money." So, how are we supposed to go about making this all happen? We have to work our bloody asses off, that's how.

Just like women are commanded in Genesis 3:16: “I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; In pain you shall bring forth children; Your desire shall be for your husband. And he shall rule over you.” So, it is with money. It will greatly multiply our sorrow. Creating it will be effortful and painful. And we shall be ruled over by the corporate masters who own the businesses, resources, and products we strive for.

We’re programmed to happily put ourselves on the hamster wheel of money-making, putting our noses to the grindstone, working daytime, nighttime, Saturdays too, in order to get ahead. Of course, few of us actually ever do truly get ahead.

And, when you stop to think about it, what kind of program is "getting ahead" anyway?

Beat out the other guy. That's what it is. Rise up taller. But not so high as you rival the King. For none shall hold their head so high as He! But work work work so you can be king in your own little world by driving a better car, owning a fancier house (or better yet, houses) and having a bigger swimming pool than your neighbor.

That's getting ahead: Making the other guy smaller in his own eyes and estimation. Because if you can do that, you can control him/her. And if you can do all of that then ... what?

You can feel good about yourself?

Sickness

This is what we're taught to do. This is how we're taught to think. And it's sick. And we work ourselves sick embracing this program.

Perhaps we do so out of guilt? To pay for the sin of greed? But what is greed really, except the desperate desire for material wealth in order to make ourselves feel valuable in the matrix? Important? Esteemed?

Safe.

Bottomline, greed, avarice, all of it, is about survival ... and feeling good about ourselves along the way. An ego program so epidemic, so all pervasive, so convincing, it has us literally killing ourselves, each other, and the Earth, to embrace it. An ego program that pits us against one another as if we were gladiators in the Roman colosseum of old.

So, why am I writing about this?

Money is a major program that's seriously "up" for me to face right now.

Ever since I wrote Cracking the Matrix: 14 Keys to Individual & Global Freedom, for the last two years, I've been diving into and publicly exposing the visible and invisible programs running humanity. As well, with the help of Robin, I've been doing a deep dive exposing and exploring the visible and invisible programs and interdimensional forces still influencing me, keeping me from my fullest alignment with life and fullest possible embodiment and expression of love on this planet.

It's been a major self-cleanout project and—considering I'd already spent 42 years and some 20,000 hours of meditation on a deep spiritual journey before I ever started working with her—a surprising one. I could say I was obviously "saving the best for last." But, in all honesty, it's been more like, "Wow, I spent 42 years bailing out all the water, just to be able to get to the actual muck at the bottom of the pool that's been polluting it all along, waiting to be addressed at last?"

Yeah, well. Better late than never.

Anyway ...

Seeking a breakthrough

In the midst of all this, I suddenly find myself in the uncomfortable position of genuinely needing more money than I've got. And it's a first for me.

Like hundreds of millions of others, all my life I have taken great pride in my ability to take care of myself financially—yet another program we have stamped in our souls.

"Never a borrower nor a lender be." Right? Never mind we're teased with endless intoxicating ads, billboards, movies, and TV shows flaunting all the stuff we're supposed to want and have but cannot afford because we are never, ever paid quite enough to do so. And then we're deliberately teased with applications for "credit,” which is actually debt—the exact opposite of what is supposedly being offered. (Remember, in the matrix, truth is lies and lies are truth and up is down and black is white.)

But I digress ...

I've never been much for credit cards. (Because of all the above.) But despite my distaste, I recently applied for a couple to handle out-of-the ordinary expenses I'm incurring to keep doing the inner and outer work that I'm doing. And I'm still short.

So, I'm asking for help.

And I cannot tell you how awful that feels.

Which means I've completely bought the party line stigmatizing asking for what I need.

Against nature

Left unmolested and un-brainwashed, humans naturally bond together. We naturally help one another—like what happened after the Lahaina fires here on Maui last year and like what's currently happening as grass roots efforts and individuals are desperately trying to get food and water to those stranded in Appalachia post Hurricane Helene, trying to make up for the lack of government aid and support for the hurricane victims. They're banding together to see each other through.

We are naturally caring, social beings who instinctually know we are stronger together than apart. Living in the predatory matrix designed for and by us, we instinctually know that getting cut out from the herd, running solo, is precarious at best and downright dangerous and deadly at worst. And yet we are schooled to adopt the "I can take care of myself" motto, spurning support and mutual care, as if being helped makes us less.

It's fine being the helper. But the helpee?

Not so much.

But if I can't ask for help when I genuinely need it, what does that say? That I'm too filled with pride? That seems the obvious first answer. I have that kingdom/reputation to protect. Right? I have to keep my head held high—preferably higher than others. And I can do that only if I'm the one that gives, not receives. I mean, remember the Bible verse about that?

But if I can't receive, how can I receive?

Sure, I can take the whole "Just ask the universe" personal manifestation approach and go hide in a closet and pray to God or beseech the universe for financial help. But how can the universe respond if I'm wired to judge and despise receiving?

Talk about a double bind.

It’s “lose weight, eat fudge” all over again.

So, kicking pride and a lot of other programs to the curb, I’m reaching out for help. If you like and receive value from my substack writings and can afford the $8 a month subscription, please subscribe. It will definitely provide needed help along the way. If you can afford the $80 annual plan price, that’ll help me out right now. As will a $150 Founding Member subscription.

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Whew!

I guess I’m officially out of the closet now. Maybe now the universe can hear me?

Hugs and much aloha ~

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About Cate Montana

I’m a professional journalist specializing in alternative medicine and health, and the author of several books, including Unearthing Venus: My Search for the Woman Within [Watkins 2013], and The E Word, Ego Enlightenment & Other Essentials [Atria 2017], and a spiritual novel titled Apollo & Me. I have a master’s degree in psychology. A lot of TV, radio and podcast show hosts as well as listeners around the world have told me I’m an interesting and informative—even compelling—speaker. To which I say “Thank you.” Talking is something I enjoy doing even more than writing! (It’s more immediate and connected.)

I am extremely blessed to have been called to Maui and grateful every day to awaken here.

For more information you can reach me at www.catemontana.com and info@catemontana.com