How Giving My Spiritual Services Away for Free Left Me Broke, Homeless, and Isolated:
A Cautionary (and Comically Painful) Tale
If you’ve known me over the last three years, you know I’m a passionate advocate for accessible spiritual education. I truly believe everyone should have the chance to connect with the source, and that spiritual practice shouldn’t be locked behind a paywall. But here’s the twist in my cosmic journey: in my earnest bid for “accessible magic,” I found myself guilted into giving my mystical powers away for free. And let me tell you, the price wasn’t measured in dollars—it was paid in spirit-debt, which quickly added up like cosmic credit card interest.
When you offer your spiritual work for free, you unwittingly sign up for an installment plan with the universe’s most relentless accountants. If your energy isn’t properly refilled, the spirits you work with aren’t exactly charitable—they’ll snatch the lion’s share from your very own pound of flesh. It’s like buying a “free” latte that comes with a bill that can bankrupt your soul. Every free session becomes a transaction where the currency is your vitality, and trust me, the interest rates are astronomical.
By offering my energy on the house, I soon found myself mirroring the struggles of the very clients I tried to help. How does that work? My spirit started absorbing their spiritual debt, effectively turning me into a metaphysical money-lender without any of the perks (or the ability to charge interest!). Every time I transmuted energy for a client, it was like signing another IOU to the cosmic realm. I was literally thrown into their personal crises—an unpaid, overworked intern in the spiritual realm, doing double shifts that left me exhausted and empty.
Take, for example, my client—let’s call them Pigeon. Pigeon was grappling with homelessness, and I, believing in the sacred duty of accessible magic, offered my guidance during one of my livestreams. We connected, we became friends, and I extended my services for free because I believed they needed help, not a hefty invoice. But here’s where karma—or should I say, the cosmic billing department—stepped in. Soon enough, my own home turned unlivable, and I found myself crashing on my mom’s couch, a not-so-glamorous reminder that even spiritual generosity comes at a steep price.
In the end, while accessible education is a noble cause, letting your spiritual gifts go free can leave you paying the ultimate price: being broke, homeless, and isolated. The universe isn’t in the charity business; it’s in the business of balance. So if you don’t put a price on your magic, be prepared to have the spirits collect their dues—often in the form of your own energy, sanity, and, yes, even a place to call home.