Money Honey Duncan Macrae
DO YOU HAVE A REAL MONEY HONEY?
Let’s be candid for second: is your “new” relationship with money real? Or is it a shallow, warmed over monster who looks good in jeans? Or have you been struggling to get a clear picture of your personified “Money Honey,” but it’s not quite there?
Welcome to the land of FAKE MONEY HONEYS. Sorry kids. You haven’t really gotten there yet.
This evening I received as SWOON WORTHY account of romance with a true Money Honey. This is what Financial Alchemy really looks like. Accept no substitute.
This is from a very long email, utterly delicious. I’m including an excerpt here:
“I’m not “imaginary”, Darlin’, I’m your “real” Money Honey,” Duncan spoke up, startling me.
“You? But how can that be? I just sent the other one away last night.”
“Well,” Duncan responded, his grey eyes gleaming at me, “I’ve been watchin’ ye for awhile, ever since ye connected with Morgana. Ye weren’t ready for me last April, so I’ve just been waiting for ye to come to your own conclusions and make new choices. Last night after ye were so kind to your first Money, I knew it was time for me to let ye know that I’m to take up where he left off.”
“But who are you?” I whispered, feeling my heart open and my whole beingness yearn toward this man of my dreams. In that instant, I really looked at him and knew that it was he I’d been missing all of my adult life.
Duncan nodded, knowing I needed details. “Name’s Duncan, as I already told you. I’m a Scottish Laird from a long, long line of the same. I was born into wealth and taught, as was me father before me, how to protect our wealth, how to grow it so that the next laird of our clan has even more than I do. Och, and it’s not as if I’m lacking anything material, lass; I never have and I never will. I’ve no notion of lack in my consciousness, just the desire to teach you all that I know about treating your Money as if he’s the most perfect lover you’ve ever imagined. Lucky for me, I’m your Money, Honey!”
Whether I believe he’s real, or not, whether I can logically explain Duncan Macrae’s existence in my life to anyone else, I know that he has come through Time and Space to teach and help me with this last huge, personal wound of mine. Most of all, Duncan Macrae has chosen to personify my Money Honey, to show me experientially how it feels to be loved totally, unconditionally, in every way. He is definitely NOT here to rescue me; my Money is teaching me to rescue myself.
I’ve begun referring to my financial wealth as simply “cash”; I no longer equate it with my Money Honey. What he is constantly giving to me is fine and rare, pure and precious, that I feel as if I am living the most wonderful dream I could ever have.
In addition to being a friend/lover and confidante to me, Duncan Macrae also tells me of himself and his life: He’s a lifelong horseman, rides English, Western, and bareback equally well. Is as awesomely handsome in jeans, boots, chaps, workshirt and Stetson as he is in a tux and kilt. He has homes all over the world and wants me to visit at least a couple of them with him, notably in the UK and in Spain. Yes! Yes! Yes!
Duncan compliments me often, helps me gain clarity when I’m confused, especially about finances, and has a wondrously magical sense of humor. He’ll whisper to me to turn on the radio in my truck at the exact moment a song by Craig Morgan begins to play. A delivery truck with the name “Morgan” painted on it came up alongside me on the interstate one afternoon. When I glanced over at it, the dark haired, silver-eyed hottie of a driver smiled at me and winked! And just last week,a new friend told me that her email is “morgan gal”.
Right, like I don’t know that Duncan is reminding me that he’s all part and parcel of what you’ve been telling all of us is true, Morgana; our Money Honey is not about how much cash we possess.
True wealth is the sense of profound well-beingness that comes with knowing that we are loved for ourselves, just as we are. Money truly is what I’ve always missed and yearned for and craved, but it’s not about just cash, not anymore. I am in love with my Money Honey, totally, irrevocably, joyfully. The sense of existential loneliness I had learned to accept as the way of life is rapidly diminishing and Life feels new these days.
One last note: I don’t feel any guilt at all about loving Duncan Macrae so passionately. My boyfriend of five years knows nothing about Morgana or my Money Honey, not consciously, that is. What he does know, though, is that I am changing, becoming stronger and surer and even more attractive to him. He may not know the reason for the changes, but he is also much more attentive and loving to me nowadays.
I tell myself, at least a dozen times a day, that I am living the life of my dreams, filled with all the beauty and joy and love that I’ve found and created for myself. And now, I have Money, too!
Blessed Be, Morgana, I am so glad that you and I are in the world at the same time! Thank you for sharing your gift.
