I routinely read that my work is rooted in money. This claim, while false, is not surprising. After all, most people work for one reason: money.
Lacking passion, lacking purpose, the vast majority of people within this culture chase money for one reason: tradition. That’s what they’ve always done. That’s what the culture “tells” them to do. That’s what everybody does.
Were I motivated by money, I’d have never pursued an academic life. Initially, it’s an intellectually grueling existence for a modest wage. And I’d certainly have never left that life, once comfortably ensconced in the privileged position of tenured full professor. After all, I was paid a comfortable salary and not required to teach. I could’ve put my life on cruise control and lived out my days traveling the world and otherwise pursuing a life of leisure. Presumably, the people in my life would have remained friends had I sold out in this expected manner.
Money does not define me. Lack of money constrains my ability to conduct my work. It does not constrain my ability to conduct my life.
I no longer earn money from the books I’ve written. Initially I earned royalties of about fifty cents per copy sold. These payments totaled a few hundred dollars per year during the best of times. That was before the publishers of all my recent books declared bankruptcy. I write because my message is important, not because it is lucrative.
I don’t earn money with my public speaking. Rather, every tour costs more than is returned via donations. I tour to speak because my message is important, not because touring is lucrative. Rather, it’s physically and emotionally grueling.
I don’t earn money from my daily activities at Homestead 2.0 in Belize. I’m busily pursuing a life of leisure, as I’ve indicated previously. My life as a teacher continues via hosting Workaway guests. And I still respond to the endless demands on my time from people unwilling to use an online search engine or familiarize themselves with my expansive body of work. None of these time-intensive activities put money in my pockets. I conduct them because my message is important, not because my work is financially lucrative.
My primary source of potential income is the Only Love Remains workshop I co-created and now facilitate about once annually in Belize. So far, costs exceed revenue for each offering. Perhaps once before I die it’ll net a few hundred dollars in exchange for the thousands of hours I’ve put into it. But I doubt it. Again, the workshop is offered because coming to grips with my message is important, not because conducting the workshop is lucrative. Rather, it is physically, intellectually, and emotionally grueling.
Were it not for the frugal life I’ve conducted, along with the generosity of partners, friends, and supporters, I’d have been living even closer to the monetary edge for the last several years. None of this is new, for those paying attention.
My point: My message matters. It matters to me, considerably more than luxury. It matters to others, if I’m to believe the positive messages I receive every day.
Does my message matter to you? My answer is modified from a bumper sticker, ironically: Acceptance of abrupt climate change is optional, although participation is mandatory.
Cui bono? Who benefits from my message? Only the willing.
As a result of my move to Belize, the mud hut is for sale. Read the details here.
Thanks to my volunteer booking team for seeking additional volunteers in support of my speaking tours. If you would like to host me in your area, please send me a message at firstname.lastname@example.org
I’ve received several requests for a workshop focused on emotions for people who accept the evidence underlying our near-term demise. Such a workshop is described here. It is generally available at the homestead I occupy in Belize.
I’m featured in a video series that airs now and then. Catch all released episodes of the Guy, Fawkes, and Jamen show here.
My latest book is available in audio, and can be purchased here. Ms. Ladybug and Mr. Honeybee: A Love Story at the End of Time is intended for ages 11 and up.
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