Worthiness, Not Entitlement

Lessons in abundance from the mushroom spirits

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I felt called to sit with the mushroom spirits again. I lit some palo santo and mixed up the brew of oranges and the dried blue-green caps and stems. I focused on my intention, which is always the same: please show me what I need to see right now.

Beyond this general intent, manifestation has been heavy on my mind. I am entering into my sixth month of unemployment, and the steady stream of income I need to feel secure in my current lifestyle has not yet materialized. I continue to be fine and have space to experiment, and I still have a knowing that everything will work out. Yet I can’t completely eliminate the moments where the how? and the when? and the am I doing enough? or the am I doing the right things? bubble up.

As the brew settled into my body, I was quickly transported to a deep meditative state. The sunflowers in my yard became crisper. My body felt heavy. I retreated from the yard to the couch and the dogs quietly followed and entered their own slumber. I closed my eyes and saw the now-familiar orange-tinted geometric shapes swirling around me. I felt surrounded again by the oneness of the Universe.

Then came an infusion. It was not as intense as the time I felt an entity place something into my womb, and more like the journey where I felt I had been given the gift of protection from snake venom. This time it was clear I was being given a vibration—the vibration of abundance. I accepted it with immense gratitude.

I saw visions of humans who have embodied that same vibration. In the next breath, I also saw the reality that I have lived. I’ve had many trials in my human body, and I now know it is my purpose to share those trials and the lessons I’ve learned from them—to model the growth that is possible.

I began to wonder: What would it mean to fully accept the abundance vibration? Would the trials become less intense? What would it mean to have no financial worry? Would my purpose change?

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In that liminal space, the mushroom spirits began to whisper about the subtle but crucial difference between worthiness and entitlement.

Worthiness arises from remembering our divine origin. It is a steady knowing that we are already whole, already beloved, already part of the great unfolding. When I root myself in worthiness, receiving is an act of harmony with the Universe: I open my hands, not because I demand, but because I am ready. Worthiness is soft, humble, and anchored.

Entitlement, by contrast, grows from fear and separation. It says, “I’ve done enough—now the Universe owes me.” It narrows the flow, replacing trust with transaction. It closes the heart and keeps the body tense, as if clenching for a payout. In entitlement, receiving becomes a scorecard rather than a communion.

The vibration of abundance asked me to choose. Could I accept the gifts without keeping a ledger? Could I step into my own worthiness without tipping into entitlement? Could I hold the paradox of being a co-creator while surrendering the timing and the form?

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As the visions faded, I felt the message settle in my bones: abundance is not a transaction. It is a current that moves through us when we remember who we are. My work now is to practice that remembrance in every small act—to breathe, to soften, to allow myself to receive without expectation, to give without depletion.

For this work I call on Abundantia, the Roman goddess of prosperity and plenty, she who carries the cornucopia overflowing with gifts. Abundantia reminds us that wealth is not measured only in coins but in the steady flow of energy, nourishment, and possibility. May she pour her blessings into our hands, and may we hold them lightly, rooted in worthiness rather than entitlement, always remembering that the true gift is the flow itself.

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