The Economy of Soul

The Economy of Soul

The economy of soul is invisible to those chasing surface currency.

True depth doesn’t beg to be seen — it stands, unwavering, for those who know how to recognise it.

This is a meditation on value, presence, and the courage to honour what is real.

Do we still know how to see, or have we become too busy scrolling to notice what matters?

Soul work doesn’t shout; it whispers, waiting for the ones who are awake enough to pause and listen.

This reflection is for those who still believe in the rare, unshakable value of what is true.

We live in a world that scrolls faster than it sees.

We measure worth by numbers, likes, and algorithms, forgetting that the true economy — the only one that matters — is the economy of soul.

This is not a market of glitter or noise.

It’s the quiet exchange of depth for presence, wisdom for listening, and truth for recognition.

But how often do we pause long enough to honour it?

Do You Recognise Soul When It’s Standing in Front of You?

Do we still know how to see?

Not scroll, not glance, not skim —

but truly see.

Do we recognise the soul when it’s standing right in front of us?

Do we recognise the heart when it quietly beats, offering its presence without needing to shout?

Or do we only recognise glitter and numbers — the things we’ve been taught to worship: likes, followers, status, and noise? How much can we own or buy?  Does value hold value anymore? 

I find myself asking these questions more and more lately.

When someone offers you their care, their insight, their soul work —

Do you stop to honour it?

Or have we all become so accustomed, so climatised by constant scrolling and consuming, that we just move past, failing to see the very thing we claim to seek?

Mimicking or Supporting?

Do you prefer to mimic someone’s fire rather than fuel it?

Do you quietly copy what inspires you, or do you pause to support, celebrate, and lift it up?

Because there’s a vast difference between consuming someone’s soul work and honestly acknowledging its value.

We are all guilty of scrolling past a voice that took hours to shape —

a poem, a story, a teaching, crafted not for vanity but as medicine.

And yet, medicine is often ignored when it’s free.

We forget to whisper thank you,

or to stop and recognise that the well we keep drinking from is being filled by someone’s time, energy, and sacrifice.

Have We Become Numb?

Have we become numb to feeling anything real?

So long as we appear happy — so long as the outside looks polished 

Do we avoid looking deeper, into the places where true recognition and connection live?

This isn’t a cry for validation —

It’s a wake-up call.

Not just to others, but to myself, too.

Because if I don’t declare my value,

How can I expect the world to honour it if I don’t name my boundaries and call my energy back?

Depth or Surface?

Do we let envy get in the way?

Do we automatically think:

“They’re fine. They’re strong. They don’t need my support.”

We see someone’s courage, their wisdom, their depth — and instead of pausing to honour it, we think,

“Why should I add my voice? They already know.”

But do we stop to consider what it cost them to write that deeply?

What did they walk through — or burn through — to reach that depth?

Does depth even matter in our world today?

Have we become surface surfers — unwilling to go deep or pause?

Are we so addicted to the rush, the quick fix, the scrolling and skimming,

that we no longer have the patience to slow down and feel?

And here’s the paradox:

We complain about the superficiality of the world, but we are also the ones

constantly applauding it, feeding it, competing with it, and shaping ourselves to match it.

The Monk’s Lens

Maybe I see this because I move slowly, with the luxury of time and how I spend it. 

Perhaps it’s because I sit in silence,

with the whispers of the field,

With the quiet frequencies, most people rush past.

Maybe I notice the cracks, the contradictions, the flicker between what we say we want — and what we actually support with our attention and our energy.

It’s not criticism.

It’s contemplation — like a monk sitting with the paradoxes of the modern world.

We ask for depth but chase distraction.

We long for truth but reward performance.

We want connection, but keep scrolling past the soul work that could feed us.

How many of us are willing to look at that contradiction in ourselves?

How many are willing to pause long enough to see their own shadow — and their own inconsistencies? I speak because I know, I've sat with and looked at these with deep breath, allowing the answer to surface, the mirror to reveal, sometimes many times, the painful reflecting mirror. 

Pluto Opposite the Sun — A Cosmic Mirror

The astrology right now is demanding truth. Pluto opposite the Sun is showing all of us where we’ve been giving too much, where we’ve been unacknowledged, where we’ve hidden our light for fear of being “too much.”

But Pluto also says: Stop pretending.

Stop pretending you are small.

Stop pretending that what you give is ordinary.

If people scroll past, if they don’t see,

That is not your reflection — it is theirs.

A Question For You

So I ask you —

Do you recognise a soul when it’s right in front of you?

Do you see the heart behind the words you read, the posts you double-tap, the stories you skim?

Or are you just passing by,

collecting glitter and numbers,

never pausing to reflect?

And if you’ve felt this, too — that sense of pouring out and rarely being filled — maybe it’s time for all of us to stop, to see, and to truly honour the ones who give from the soul.

Personally, I no longer mind what others do or don’t do.

I have written my legacy, and my time has been well spent preparing to leave this earth clean.

Now I watch, see, and listen — I smile, knowing what really matters.

I may be received, or I may not. Either way, my soul is clean.

My skills and wisdom have been hard-earned, carved from fire and time, and now they are timeless — incomparable to anything else out there.

This makes me rare.

A ruby in a rhinestone world.

I am here only for those who know and value what stands before them when they see it — and now, so do I.

This is what I know:

The economy of soul cannot be measured by numbers, but by the stillness it leaves in your chest when something real touches you.

Soul work, when balanced, isn’t separate from success; it can fuel it if we let it. The two sides are one.

“I honour the material and the spiritual as one — two sides of the same soul economy, and I stand where both are valued and seen.”

Wealth = Soul ~ Soul = Wealth

Love = Wealth ~ Wealth = Love

Abundance = Prosperity ~ Prosperity = Abundance

Heart = Soul ~ Love = Wealth ~ Prosperity = Abundance

Money + Soul = Reciprocity

When money is aligned with soul, it becomes an energy exchange — not a transaction, but a recognition of value.

When love flows with wealth, abundance becomes the natural state of being.

Delahrose Roobie Myer

Lifestyle Alchemist