Sylvanna Devlin

Jesus is quoted as saying “Money is the root of all evil”. But what does that actually mean? Evil requires aide to work and the very real need for food can drag good men into evil acts.

Money is a tool of communication. But boy does it communicate. I care, here land in this social net because we care. It’s empty without the emotion traveling through it but most conflicts are about physical or spiritual resources. Undesirable land is squabbled over less. But they have other problems. Like the need for aide dependent on the whims of politicians. Money again.

It also communicates selfishness, giving, the need to horde, and frankly some good and bad taste! The excess of money may be connected to a lack of spirituality and without someone to love the meaning of money is lost. Here’s an option. Love everyone regardless of how irritating they are. You can afford it.

You don’t learn the value of a dollar by having a $100 bill. You learn it by striving for $1.00. That’s two ramen instant noodles by the way. If you don’t understand how much you really have multiply by 0.5. It’s that many packages of ramen.

As a tool money can indeed be the root of evil. All of it? No there’s a force out there that laughs each time we hurt each other. This negative, overpowering, volcanic and sentient energy that isn’t too happy with where he is and wants to drag everyone closer as a result.

Money can be the tool to help others, to organize aide, education, trade. It pays bills. Look at my ramen example. Do you want to figure out how many of those to trade for my car? No we need money.

We need to avoid hoarding it. We need basic universal income and taxing the wealthy will do that. But it’s a side issue I’m hoping makes it way forward. Maybe after we all earn the right to sleep.

Here’s the thing though. Money is the root of civilization as we know it everywhere it’s printed and pressed. It facilitates the supply and demand that pulls us all closer. While Capitalism runs out of necessary goods, and invents needs to supply. And it’s getting ridiculous.

But once evil infects one enough with the resources to purchase evil acts and acts of wrong that can lead to evil. Remember evil is in murder and rape, not lies and abuse but the latter two will take their toll on you and your soul. It invites evil thoughts and evil acts.

Enough paid gaslighters over a prolonged period lead to hospital visits. But most haven’t really wanted to connect that making the suicidal more suicidal ends in death and manslaughter to a group too big to chase. And not the problem as much as the money involved and the moneybags who wants me “suicidal” (Dead.)

Evil wins that war, and those that facilitated it also may never recover. I’m just not really interested in living. I’ve been wanting to end it all early since June 2023 when I warned my psychiatrist, and he agreed to limit the medication involved. I really thought I wouldn’t make it past July 23rd. Considering I was tortured with paralyzing brain melting audio on July 3rd, I seemed to have fair instincts. I couldn’t hear the world around me for a month after that. I don’t know why my hearing came back. I should be deaf.

Yes. It’s true. After being paralyzed by exhaustion and sound I managed to summon emergency services with a one shot call. I collapsed. I thought I would Die. I was a gibberish mess and got supremely pissed when some bitch told chattering me to calm down.

Calm down? This is calm. Fuck you.

Then someone I swore came in on a day off entered. He was calming and sweet and I always mellowed the instant he was around. It must have been so satisfying to watch the mountain lion turn into a kitten in front of everyone.

But they shoved me in the corner and the audio my brain was trying to sort had become voices. Addled, exhausted, and ignored I went to the desk to leave. No more taxi vouchers for me. A deputy would do.

But twenty minutes was too long and I walked home at midnight Between July 3rd and 4th. I walked at a steady pace of 5 miles an hour over 9 hours and some odd minutes. I made it back to my cat

I owned the road that night. If Boudicca wasn’t enough I would have to walk like a goddess because I was tailed the whole way but someone who stayed out of sight because the strange whirring was probably a drone. I didn’t think to look up when I would stop, dead center of the moonlight road and look back with body language full of determination and control that says “bring it”.

I made it home just fine. But it began a war of sound I fled the state to escape and it followed. Advancing, growing, dragging in more and more with raids of gaslighters.

One of those was the one who said “No one can survive all that” And I decided he was right. As mentioned before. Is he evil? As full of regret and worry as he became? I really wouldn’t beside surprised he also convinced emergency services to come back now I was dying.

While some could certainly transfer their skills to social media, most didn’t know the numbers involved, the sheer length of time. Or that I’d been so ready for death I didn’t mention it anymore.

My cat was the reason I survived and she was in her carrier that night. I live in terror that the deep pocketed moneybags will indeed steal my cat. I think I’d OD on the spot. But besides a really impressive attempt at dying, she still didn’t believe what she was doing was manslaughter and racketeering.

I mean, “come on!” For fucks sake etc.

She is infected by evil and using it as a tool to drag as many into harassing me as possible. My staff I made when I was 16 carved into, a piece removed. My necessary but infected computer stolen. Even being slipped a “who knows what” pill.. Threats invasions and all I could do was change the locks.

You can bet favors for fivers are involved. It’s just one thing. She must have money. Look at all this vintage stuff! (Thanks because I’ve had it since it was new and apparently I’m vintage). I have instincts. I can find a sale, Anything new to me was likely not new to the world. So those things that weren’t a gift from my mother? I snagged on a deal.

Though I suspect some stuff is just valuable because it’s mine.

Cumulatively those small favors end up with a Dead Devlin. Please for gods sake when offered money to hurt someone? Worm your way out. But with addictions, lack of food, barely just being housed that’s easier to say than expect. So some want to kick me out without ever meeting me.

Money. The tool used to pressure others into potentially evil acts. Carving up my staff took malice to a stranger. Once that’s in, so is evil.

So yes, Money is a good tool for Evil. But we also need it. We have a war on our souls. Even if you have no god to place faith in, you may believe that electrical signal in you, can either live on or separate into nothing.

How do you think reincarnation works? That electrical form could easily become tied to a womb if they’re not headed to heaven or purgatory.

We need to make favors for fivers unappealing. Maybe a better spread of finances. Farms are paid not to grow because there’s a war on the economic force driving food prices, and thus the scales of accessibility up the chain. I

I’m sorry, illegal immigrants are sometimes the only ones willing to work the hours in severe circumstances for so little pay it would be criminal if they were part of the system. Paying them more and providing a porta-potty would be basic. But up those prices go, so down some of that cash needs to flow.

Don’t you dare shit on a person so desperate to stay in safety they must live in squalor with no money for things like cleaning supplies. Americans won’t do that job and their treatment is vile. Or at least was. Now it’s worse. Go pick fruit for twelve-Sixteen hours. Sleep and do it again. No? Then shut the fuck up and tip your barista.

Do you see the way money as a tool is a power that the sentient evil force enjoys twisting to his whims. But cover the poor and it turns out evil starts losing. Take your “thoughts and prayers” and shove them up your arse. Stop obstructing progress. And no one gets to heaven after being shitty. Toads for you! Have you noticed a certain economic strata? I have. Only privileged people can live in bubbles away from the poverty Americans are facing. You don’t get to heaven that way either.

Remember what Jesus said about eye of a needle? He may have exaggerated a little but that point is so old it’s between. BC and AD.

We’ve been trying to struggle out of nothing and once you’ve slept in a car you carry it with you like a smudge of dirt you can’t wipe off. You can fight and strive and get into the middle class but you’ll always be “that former homeless person”.

You tell me money is always good? Because frankly we need it. But we need better distribution or Asmodeus wins. The war is on, where do you want your soul to go?