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My money story is not just about numbers or bank accounts. It’s about bloodlines, betrayals, and becoming.
It’s woven from two distinctly different threads:
On my father’s side- a legacy of wealth, philanthropy, and responsible stewardship. My grandparents were community builders. They helped the poor, built homes, supported families, and held wealth with integrity. Their abundance was structured, grounded, and devotional. Meanwhile, my mother, shaped by a different lineage, one marked by war, trauma, and survival stepped into the field with scarcity imprints. Her father was tortured during WWII. He died young. Her mother raised the family in pure survival, penny-pinching every cent. That trauma embedded itself in her body and eventually in mine.
But after they passed, the structure collapsed. Without them anchoring the energy, the family began to spiral, caught in fear, entitlement, and power struggles. The wealth was still there, but the center was gone.
My parents decided to leave the Philippines and start fresh in the U.S., thinking distance would solve dysfunction.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t.
Turns out, they didn’t actually know how to live with each other. Every night became a passive-aggressive battle over who cooked, who cleaned, and who did the dishes. No one wanted to do any of it because back home, we had people who did.
Each of us kids had our own nannies growing up. Now suddenly, we were the nannies. And every domestic standoff added fuel to the slow-motion implosion of their marriage.
By the time I was 17, my dad left and they had their divorce.
Thank God.
What came next was the reign of my mother; A woman whose rage, narcissism, and emotional volatility turned our house into a war zone. The abuse, emotional, psychological, and sometimes physical became unbearable.
By 19, I knew if I didn’t get out, I wouldn’t survive not just physically, but energetically,
So I left. I moved into a friend’s place, juggled two jobs while in college, and did whatever it took to stand on my own feet. Surviving on eating peanut butter and jelly or ramen. It wasn’t glamorous. It was survival. But it was the beginning of my sovereignty.
Last year, my father’s death accelerated this unraveling. My mother demanded money from our inheritance, even after a divorce and we had to pay her from our own share. Now, again, she’s threatening to withhold signatures on property documents unless we gravel on her feet. This isn’t just legal tension; it’s energetic warfare. It reactivates every thread of:
betrayal,
coercion,
mistrust,
and the belief that money is never clean.
When you come from privilege and experience loss, you form a double bind:
Entitlement: "I should have this."
Scarcity: "But I could lose it at any moment."
From there, the psyche splinters. You either overspend to prove you're still worthy,
or you hoard out of fear that you'll lose it all. You attach love to money. You confuse survival with self-worth.
You become hyper-vigilant, you over-effort, over-perform, over-control but underneath, you're still under-earning. Because your nervous system doesn’t believe you’re safe to receive.
It believes receiving = betrayal, loss, or conflict.
You don’t just resist money. You resist abundance without punishment.
We slow down.
Because money amplifies whatever frequency is in the field.
If there’s fear, it amplifies fear. If there’s truth, it amplifies sovereignty.
We get precise.
We ask: Where is the origin? What belief was this protecting me from?
In my case:
The belief was, “If I receive too much, someone will try to take it. I’ll lose love, safety, or belonging.” So I subconsciously chose not to grow because growth equaled threat.
I stayed small. I shrunk myself to feel safe.
But when I finally got out, when I started my business- I realized something profound:
Entrepreneurship is not just a path to income. It’s a soul technology for liberation.
It forces you to face your lineage, it demands sovereignty and reveals every inherited belief about worth, power, value, and truth. It is a daily practice of alchemizing survival into creation.
So now, I’m collapsing the spell. I’m separating wealth from drama. Love from manipulation. Receiving from guilt. I’m building a new template, not from lack, not from legacy, but from my frequency.
Money that is clean and rooted in my core values.
So yes—this is just my immediate family karma but it goes way deeper.
I’m not just clearing one bloodline.
I’m clearing the field.
And that’s why I talk about crypto. Because to me, crypto isn’t just tech. It’s energetic architecture. It’s the first public mirror of what sovereign currency could feel like—free from banks, borders, and bloody lineage.
It’s a tool. A signal. A rupture.
Fiat currency, the money we use now- is built on debt, illusion, and centralized control. It’s dark money, not because cash is evil, but because the system it's built on feeds off extraction.
It rewards inflation.
It punishes savers.
It creates endless loops of scarcity while printing illusions of abundance.
The fiat system was created by and for the inverted masculine, the archetype that says:
“You must hustle, grind, betray your body, your time, and your family- just to survive.”
That energy is collapsing.
So I’ve known for a while that I needed to get debt-free, not just to be financially clean, but to untangle from dark energetics.
To stop plugging my field into a dying matrix.
And yes, crypto offered a new way. But now we’re watching that system also begin to repeat the same patterns.
Bitcoin was meant to liberate. Now it’s being hoarded.
Just like land. Just like gold. Just like every other inverted structure.
Why? Because the inner frequency hasn’t changed.
We haven’t healed the root scarcity or rewritten the template of abundance.
We’ve just put it on-chain.
Energetic sovereignty comes first.
Wealth must be sourced from alignment, not manipulation.
We receive not because we hustled hard enough but because we calibrated to truth.
Currency must become current.
Meaning: it must flow, not accumulate.
True wealth is circulatory, not stagnant, not hoarded, not armored.
It moves through resonance.
Rest becomes more valuable than grind.
Because in the new economy, presence becomes capital.
Creativity becomes currency.
Frequency becomes access.
The feminine is the new vault.
The body is the first bank.
When we regulate our nervous systems and root into safety, abundance begins there.
Wealth becomes a responsibility to bless, not a tool to dominate.
You don’t “secure the bag.”
You become the channel.
You build structures that feed the grid, not drain it.
So what am I really doing?
I’m rewriting the script.
Not just for me, but for the collective’s money karma.
I’m unplugging from the false masculine and building from truth-coded wealth.
This is sacred work.
This is throne work.
This is the new economy of embodiment.
My money story is not just about numbers or bank accounts. It’s about bloodlines, betrayals, and becoming.
It’s woven from two distinctly different threads:
On my father’s side- a legacy of wealth, philanthropy, and responsible stewardship. My grandparents were community builders. They helped the poor, built homes, supported families, and held wealth with integrity. Their abundance was structured, grounded, and devotional. Meanwhile, my mother, shaped by a different lineage, one marked by war, trauma, and survival stepped into the field with scarcity imprints. Her father was tortured during WWII. He died young. Her mother raised the family in pure survival, penny-pinching every cent. That trauma embedded itself in her body and eventually in mine.
But after they passed, the structure collapsed. Without them anchoring the energy, the family began to spiral, caught in fear, entitlement, and power struggles. The wealth was still there, but the center was gone.
My parents decided to leave the Philippines and start fresh in the U.S., thinking distance would solve dysfunction.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t.
Turns out, they didn’t actually know how to live with each other. Every night became a passive-aggressive battle over who cooked, who cleaned, and who did the dishes. No one wanted to do any of it because back home, we had people who did.
Each of us kids had our own nannies growing up. Now suddenly, we were the nannies. And every domestic standoff added fuel to the slow-motion implosion of their marriage.
By the time I was 17, my dad left and they had their divorce.
Thank God.
What came next was the reign of my mother; A woman whose rage, narcissism, and emotional volatility turned our house into a war zone. The abuse, emotional, psychological, and sometimes physical became unbearable.
By 19, I knew if I didn’t get out, I wouldn’t survive not just physically, but energetically,
So I left. I moved into a friend’s place, juggled two jobs while in college, and did whatever it took to stand on my own feet. Surviving on eating peanut butter and jelly or ramen. It wasn’t glamorous. It was survival. But it was the beginning of my sovereignty.
Last year, my father’s death accelerated this unraveling. My mother demanded money from our inheritance, even after a divorce and we had to pay her from our own share. Now, again, she’s threatening to withhold signatures on property documents unless we gravel on her feet. This isn’t just legal tension; it’s energetic warfare. It reactivates every thread of:
betrayal,
coercion,
mistrust,
and the belief that money is never clean.
When you come from privilege and experience loss, you form a double bind:
Entitlement: "I should have this."
Scarcity: "But I could lose it at any moment."
From there, the psyche splinters. You either overspend to prove you're still worthy,
or you hoard out of fear that you'll lose it all. You attach love to money. You confuse survival with self-worth.
You become hyper-vigilant, you over-effort, over-perform, over-control but underneath, you're still under-earning. Because your nervous system doesn’t believe you’re safe to receive.
It believes receiving = betrayal, loss, or conflict.
You don’t just resist money. You resist abundance without punishment.
We slow down.
Because money amplifies whatever frequency is in the field.
If there’s fear, it amplifies fear. If there’s truth, it amplifies sovereignty.
We get precise.
We ask: Where is the origin? What belief was this protecting me from?
In my case:
The belief was, “If I receive too much, someone will try to take it. I’ll lose love, safety, or belonging.” So I subconsciously chose not to grow because growth equaled threat.
I stayed small. I shrunk myself to feel safe.
But when I finally got out, when I started my business- I realized something profound:
Entrepreneurship is not just a path to income. It’s a soul technology for liberation.
It forces you to face your lineage, it demands sovereignty and reveals every inherited belief about worth, power, value, and truth. It is a daily practice of alchemizing survival into creation.
So now, I’m collapsing the spell. I’m separating wealth from drama. Love from manipulation. Receiving from guilt. I’m building a new template, not from lack, not from legacy, but from my frequency.
Money that is clean and rooted in my core values.
So yes—this is just my immediate family karma but it goes way deeper.
I’m not just clearing one bloodline.
I’m clearing the field.
And that’s why I talk about crypto. Because to me, crypto isn’t just tech. It’s energetic architecture. It’s the first public mirror of what sovereign currency could feel like—free from banks, borders, and bloody lineage.
It’s a tool. A signal. A rupture.
Fiat currency, the money we use now- is built on debt, illusion, and centralized control. It’s dark money, not because cash is evil, but because the system it's built on feeds off extraction.
It rewards inflation.
It punishes savers.
It creates endless loops of scarcity while printing illusions of abundance.
The fiat system was created by and for the inverted masculine, the archetype that says:
“You must hustle, grind, betray your body, your time, and your family- just to survive.”
That energy is collapsing.
So I’ve known for a while that I needed to get debt-free, not just to be financially clean, but to untangle from dark energetics.
To stop plugging my field into a dying matrix.
And yes, crypto offered a new way. But now we’re watching that system also begin to repeat the same patterns.
Bitcoin was meant to liberate. Now it’s being hoarded.
Just like land. Just like gold. Just like every other inverted structure.
Why? Because the inner frequency hasn’t changed.
We haven’t healed the root scarcity or rewritten the template of abundance.
We’ve just put it on-chain.
Energetic sovereignty comes first.
Wealth must be sourced from alignment, not manipulation.
We receive not because we hustled hard enough but because we calibrated to truth.
Currency must become current.
Meaning: it must flow, not accumulate.
True wealth is circulatory, not stagnant, not hoarded, not armored.
It moves through resonance.
Rest becomes more valuable than grind.
Because in the new economy, presence becomes capital.
Creativity becomes currency.
Frequency becomes access.
The feminine is the new vault.
The body is the first bank.
When we regulate our nervous systems and root into safety, abundance begins there.
Wealth becomes a responsibility to bless, not a tool to dominate.
You don’t “secure the bag.”
You become the channel.
You build structures that feed the grid, not drain it.
So what am I really doing?
I’m rewriting the script.
Not just for me, but for the collective’s money karma.
I’m unplugging from the false masculine and building from truth-coded wealth.
This is sacred work.
This is throne work.
This is the new economy of embodiment.
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