One topic that my attention is being led to is generosity. I’m not sure why but I have this humungous feeling that generosity is a theme I’m here to speak to. Cannot explain it but also cannot stop from looking at it.
It’s probably the reval coming and the prosperity programs and NESARA and…
Older readers know that the epitome of generosity in my life has always been my older brother, Paul, and my favorite act of generosity, among many from him, was the day my cupboard was bare.
In 1971, I’d just arrived back from doing a master’s degree at Carleton University in Ottawa, the place to go if you were a Canadian historian wanting to learn how to use the Public Archives in the nation’s capital, Ottawa.
I’d been accepted into the Canadian history doctoral program at UBC and given a scholarship but the cheque had not arrived yet and I was hungry. (Oh, here come the tears again!)
It was a Sunday night and all the stores, except the corner groceries, were closed, and my brother called. I was almost in tears and he asked what was wrong and I said I was broke and had no groceries. He said he would be right over (which is just typical Paul).
He and his wife Fran came right over and they were carrying bags and bags of groceries, containing steaks and every other thing anyone could ever want.
But I’d like you to remember that this was all bought at a corner grocery where the prices are usually outrageously high. I estimated it cost him at least $75 in 1971 prices (rents for a one-bedroom apartment were, oh, perhaps $100 then). So I’m not sure what had me bawling more – my hunger or his generosity.
I’ve never forgotten that act. It burned itself into my memory. I have done some pretty outrageous things since then in the area of money and, whenever I do, my brother asks me why and I say: “Oh, three bags of groceries.” (It’s become a family joke.)
What is it about generosity that makes it so appealing? The nearest I can come to it is that a generous act brings a flood of love in me. I think that has to be the bottom line. When I give, I feel a surge of love and I’m probably addicted to that surge. The more the generosity, the more the surge.
You might say that I’m buying that surge of love. And I’m also buying the me I become when I exercise that generosity muscle regularly. That is really my investment: I am investing in me. Very, very selfish!
I never make loans. I’ve always just given money. Loans invite me to monitor, make me annoyed when people don’t give me back what they owe me, etc. I have no use for loaning money.
If I can’t give money to someone, then I just don’t give at all. But if I have the money to loan, then I have the money to give.
However (big however), I have to remind you as well, as many readers already know, I have always relied on Providence for my living. So I don’t somehow go along with the notion that a man lives by the sweat of his brow. I personally live by the generosity of Heaven.
Just to show you how that has worked, I worked for as long as anyone does, endured the cabal ending benefit plans, including pensions, lowering salaries, and generally chiselling our money away from us.
But, Providence looking after me, the last job I had carried a Federal pension and I exist on half of that. And even on half of that, I make it. So the very last job I had has seen me through the rest of my life – until NESARA wipes away all tears … and debts. Until my last job, I had not two sticks to rub together.
So were I to die tomorrow and give my report to the Boss, I’d say what I enjoyed most in life … well, almost most … was generosity. That was the most reliable set of actions that I could take that would bring me love surer and quicker than anything else. And I intend the rest of my life to be an experiment in and a study of generosity.
I’ll bet you’re expecting a pitch right now. No pitch. I am not selling snake oil. I am in love with generosity. That’s it. That’s all.