Old Money Isn’t Post Luxury

Old money doesn’t need to be “rich.” …If you need to make $1,000,000.00 a year to be considered rich by some white female bourgeois Boomer’s estimation…old money isn’t that desperate.

A random man went around on Tik Tok and asked a group of people in Charlotte wgarcthty considered rich. Two women in their 50’s said “Umm. At least seven figures!” And then a black woman probably around same age said, “At least $150,000.00 a year.” If you’re old money the black woman was exactly correct.

…To old money $500,000.00 a year in Charlotte is enough to be rich.

Old money values beauty. There is no “post luxury” for old money. It doesn’t lack a sense of good taste. It defines good taste. …Old money…grew-up surround by luxury. Often some kind of extreme luxury in some way. …The Queen of England drank earl grey in sterling silver every morning for a reason. She enjoyed it. …Old money doesn’t get high. Old money savors what’s left of God’s beauty every chance it gets to conquer evil on Earth.

There is no “post luxury” for old money. …You enjoy. When you’re sick you enjoy the air. If you’re dying you try to enjoy death. …Being old money is about honor, stoicism, altruism and peace until evil demands a correction.

Golden Light by STRFKR plays.

“But you…are only worth $5,000,000.00 net if you don’t make $1,000,000.00 a year. I mean, think about it. …That’s only $35 million a year if you save all your money!” says a woman in Charlotte, North Carolina.

“You can grow you money. But you only need to be worth $20 million net in your 60’s to live very well. …Why do you need to be worth $100 million in Charlotte?! …Are you insecure about Charlotte not being the Hamptons?” asks Lacey.

Old money doesn’t get that insecure. Old money knows the value of maybe almost everything.

“So what impresses you…if being a trillionaire isn’t impressive to you, Lacey?!?” asks the woman in Charlotte, North Carolina.

“Honor. Love. Valor. Goodness.” says Lacey. “Fearlessness. Trust in God. Courage. Restraint. Self-sacrifice. …Wisdom.”

“No, this is all true!” says a dead Englishman who was a titled aristocrat.

“Without that…men are nothing.” says Louis Hill Jr.. “Without God.”

“But we don’t give away all of our money. Or date Jack…if Jack gets too drunk…too often.” says Michael Rockefeller. “We being Lacey and me.” He thinks. “And as a man…I’d not let Brett Ashley control me once I was rejected.”

“Why not??” asks a guy who died in a motorcycle accident and apparently appears as a ghost. He was featured on Tik Tok. He’s possibly in Purgatory.

“Because you can’t give away all of your money.” says Michael. “It isn’t safe. …Sorry to have to say that.”

“No! It’s fine!” says the dead man from the motorcycle accident shrugging. “I’d possibly be dead by now anyway!”

“Of what?” asks Lacey.

The man who died in the motorcycle accident looks guilty and sad. “I was irresponsible!”

“Cancer?!” asks Lacey.

“Yeah, probably.” he says. “Or a heart attack. …I feel bad. People today aren’t being irresponsible at all…and the air is so bad…just going for a walk can be dangerous.” He cries. “Yup! We did it!” He shakes his head in disgust. “My generation really cooked the goose!” He scoffs. “I just think about the life I plausibly could have had! And it sickens me to realize the chances my possible grandkids could have had!”

They all think.

“Not all people should talk to ghosts. But we should all pray to God!!” says Lacey.

“Yes!!” says the man who died in the motorcycle accident.

“Why did you keep appearing to people?” asks Lem.

“I wanted to warn them about Hell.” says the ghost who died in the motorcycle accident. “I wanted them to be scared of Hell. For their own good.”

VHS Dream by Deerhunter plays.

“There is no Hell. There is no Heaven!” says Dr. Snotgrass, a theologian. He hasn’t died yet. But he’s good at being fashionable. …He’s misunderstood something…

“How rich do you have to be to be rich in New York?” asks Audrey Hepburn.

Truman Capote laughs. Winks at a Heavenly angel.

“You have to make at least $50 million a year!” says Lacey in imitation of the women in Charlotte. “Maybe…eight figures?” She thinks. “No!! Eleven figures!” She thinks. “Twelve!”

“What if you can’t breath anymore and your life is made of plastic and weak new wood?” asks Michael.

“Or the steel melts!” says a men who died on 9/11.

“Then the ‘money’ becomes meaningless.” says Lacey.

“Old money KNOWS that.” says Michael and Harold smiles.

They all think.

“Noo!! Because the uber rich can just hide in the ground in underground estates!” says a woman in her 20’s who very secretly possibly loves and admires the evil rich. But not true old money rich. Bourgeois rich.

“Then what’s the point in living?” asks Michael.

“If there’s life after death. Why?! Why hide underneath the earth for what? 50 years?!? No natural air or sunlight?!? …That’s hellish!” protests the man who died in a motorcycle accident.

“I got my shades! I got my hair did! I got my eyebrows done! …I am ready!” says a Gen. X woman who wants to party in the Hamptons.

“What about the air quality reading of 300 pm2.5 you’ll possibly experience in July?” asks Lacey. “Or 500 in August?” She scoffs. “You won’t even be able to see!”

“You don’t like Long Island?” a woman in Charlotte, N. C. asks Lacey. She imagines Lacey’s father is Tony Soprano. She thinks $1,000,000.00 a year is required to be rich.

“No! I don’t like Long Island.” says Lacey.

The Charlotte woman looks uneasy. She thinks. “I don’t know that much.” she admits. She looks increasingly uneasy. Lacey prays for her soul.

“We hate truth!” says a Gen. Z man in his head. “It’s like we became allergic to it when it got tainted.”

“You really hate Long Island?!!?” an Illuminati witch asks Lacey.

“Yes!” says Lacey. “It’s…creepy.”

“Like woods?!??” asks a witch.

“Yes!!! Very dangerous.” says Lacey.

Bobby Kennedy looks uncomfortable.

“It’s not like that anymore!” says a Boomer woman.

“Mmm. No. It is.” says Lacey. “I can feel it!”

“What does it feel like?!” asks Bobby.

Lacey thinks. “Like…dangerous entities…possibly living or dead or both are there.” She thinks. “Demons. Horrific demons.” She thinks. “I prefer Maine!”

“Or Pennsylvania or Minnesota!” says Lem. “Maybe even Seattle!”

“Manhattan is…tamed. But Long Island feels…so unsafe.” says Lacey.

“It’s the native people?!?” asks a Chris.

“They’re high?! …They pretend to be friendly?! …But I suspect they’re not.” says Lacey. “I can see their faves. It’s like…they’re trying to be so…happy around me. Like…put a spell on me? With like a type of voodoo?!?? …But…they’re so hateful!” She thinks. “They got vicious!!!!”

Where I End and You Begin by Radiohead plays.

“GET OUT!!!!” a native looking man yells at Lacey.

She thinks.

“What about Manhattan?” she asks.

The native looking man seems thoughtful. He communicates with a Dakota and Sioux tribe. They explain Lacey’s Nesheim perspective. He thinks. He ponders.

“We might not have wanted Manhattan so badly.” he says.

“Why!?!?” asks Lacey.

He laughs.

They all think.

“Honestly…Long Island is prettier.” says the native man.

Lacey looks thoughtful. “I wouldn’t care. I’d let you have it!”

“A man might not.” says the native man.

Lacey thinks. “They’d see the resources!” says Lacey.

“Yes!” says a native woman.

“No! I’m more content than that.” says Lacey.

“Why don’t you like Long Island?!?” a dead Italian man asks Lacey.

“Yeah! I don’t know either!!! I love Long Island!” says an Italian-American man in Amalfi in his 80’s in his mind. He’s retired. Close to death?

“Amazing! These are such cheap tricks! …She’s maybe worth $400,000.00 or…so? But…they’re not worth more than $20 million. And that’s rich. But it’s not ultra rich.” says a psychic in California. She claims to be Sioux. Sioux and Mexican.

“Cheap tricks?!?” asks the man who died in the motorcycle accident on Tik Tok. “You’re lying!!”

“Why don’t you like Long Island?” asks a Tik Tok star.

“Can you see him!?!?” asks the native woman (?) who lives in California.

“No. And yes.” says Lacey.

“He’s in the tunnel.” says Lem. “And Lacey can go there in her head.”

“How!?!?” asks the Illuminati.

“She has no way of knowing for sure.” says Lem. “But possibly God allows it.”

“Long Island seems…like another person’s spouse. And it feels idiotic to go there.” says Lacey, confused.

Mary Kennedy laughs. “I might have tried to keep you and Lem away from my husband.” She thinks. “Keep you out of our whole area. Manhattan is the only place you feel safe in the whole state?!”

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“But we have no interest in Bobby.” says Lem calmly.

“That’s not the story I was given!” says Mary.

They all think.

“But now Lacey hates all of Long Island!” says an Italian man laughing.

“I would really rather just stay in Manhattan literally just Manhattan…or be in England or Minnesota or Pennsylvania or possibly Seattle but truly I have no interest in going to Long Island anyway.” says Lacey.

“Why don’t you like Long Island? If we weren’t here what would you think of Long Island? Truly what do you see that we don’t see?” asks the native man.

“It’s so…wet!” says Lacey. “And hot!”

“It can be.” says Harold.

“You’d prefer Maine?” asks Michael.

“Yes! Or California! Like…San Francisco or Santa Barbara. Not…Long Island.” says Lacey.

Tommy Banks smiles and nods. Him and his sister preferred California too. Well…today’s old money California.

Hate It Or Love It by 50 Cent plays.

An army races through Lacey’s room. She can sense them. They needed a portal. Men. Dead. Not evil. Thousands.

They encounter God. Get directions.

“It’s just too…wet.” Lacey says about Long Island.

“The ground!?” asks a dead native woman.

“Yes!” says Lacey. “Is that possible?!?”

“I think I find Manhattan cooler in my head because in my mind it’s windier, and somehow I have it in my head that the temperature of the house is more controlled? So if I am illegitimate genetically my brain is telling me that Manhattan is cooler because there’s a house there that’s cooler and somehow it’s cooler because there’s wind?” says Lacey.

“And Long Island seems demonic and swampy and snakes, and bears or something it seems very dangerous!” says Lem.

More later.

If Lacey had been born at a time when her father, Tommy Banks, was able to raise her, the following two examples are of homes that Lacey‘s father could have purchased outright in her youth in her childhood when she was around five. So these would’ve been Lacey‘s childhood homes. The first is a house in Manhattan. The second two are houses in Charlotte, North Carolina. Lacey‘s father never made more than seemingly $600,000.00 or $700,000 a year (in today’s rates) but he still could’ve purchased these homes. Outright no debt.

Time to investigate.

“How did he come up with three or $4 million $2 million $3 million to buy the townhouse in Manhattan?” asks a woman.

“About $3 million?” asks Tommy Banks.

“Well we had about $3 million in the 1930’s just laying around and that wasn’t all that we had but we had about $3 million just laying around. We could’ve done a lot with it. We did…but if we had had a daughter, we could’ve bought a much nicer house.” says Reta.

“So could you have purchased like a $10 million estate today?“ asks an AOC. “I’m not trying to get rid of mortgages, but I’m just wondering if that’s part of how people have gotten so screwed-up over the years in their psychology and their perception of time and money.”

“I would agree with you. I think it has messed-up people’s perception of things.” says Thomas Banks. “Yes, we could’ve purchased a $50 million estate to be honest, today.” He laughs. “I know that sounds bizarre but it could’ve happened.”

“If we put down $20 million let’s say and we had a way to ‘work with things’ then we could’ve bought purchased a $50 million house if we really wanted to.” says Reta. “He was making $500,000 a year let’s say between five and $600,000 on the books. Off the books he may have been making a lot more and we also would’ve had people who would’ve been helpful to us.”

“So how much was he actually worth off the books?“ asks an AOC.

“Off the books he was worth about $50 million if we had spent our money better he could’ve been worth around $80 to $90,000,000 maybe more.” says Reta. “He did come from old money. He really was raised quite well and he didn’t need to go into you know criminal activity with we actually were very good at business and he did very well on the books but he made a lot of money bootlegging, then became very well-connected to organize crime.”

“If he hadn’t gotten involved in organized crime, and you lived in New York City, which maybe actually isn’t that unlikely could you have lived here?“ asks a dead Rockefeller.

Reta laughs. “I don’t think we would’ve wanted to because we were never billionaires. That’s a very big expensive place to live. I mean you’d have to hire servants you’d have to have you know 24-seven hired live-in servants, at least, to manage that sort of house. But could be a purchase it yes we could’ve purchased it. …We could’ve purchased it. I don’t know that we would’ve had a very good life there, but we we could’ve purchased it. I suppose we could have had a spare $20 to 30,000,000 maybe to live off of but that’s that’s really not that much considering so you know we could’ve managed but you you know we would have felt very house poor in a way.”

“Just to give a little bit of perspective to people. What would your house have looks like in Cape Cod?” asks J. P. Kennedy.

“About like this!” says Thomas Banks.

Joe Kennedy Jr. sighs.

“Would Lacey have gone to all the right schools and I imagine had a a debut?” asks an actress.

“Oh goodness yes!” says Reta.

“So…she would have possibly dated Michael.” says a Rockefeller.

“Yes!” says Michael.

“How much did your uncle Ron make every year when he was alive?“ asks Casi’s mom.

“Oh…roughly $300,000.00 we’ll say.” says Ron.

“That’s what I make!” says Casi’s mom.

“I highly doubt that.” says Lacey.

“See!! How do you know that?!?” asks Casi.

“Because it doesn’t make sense.” says Lacey.

“She’s retired!” says Casi’s husband.

“Yeah. Did she make around $60,000 a year before?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah!” says Casi.

“More or less.” says Casi’s mom.

“Well…that’s a lot. Right?!” asks Chris.

“Yes and no.” says Lacey.

“How no?!” asks Chris’s dad.

“Because of her age.” says Michael.

“Yeah OK if I had been making $60,000 when I was 23 like your ex-husband did that that would be a lot more impressive!” says Casi’s mom.

Lacey nods in agreement.

“How much was your husband making when he was 23? Is that really what he was making?“ asks an Irishman.

“I think he might’ve started at like 54 or 56 or something when he was 23 or possibly even younger than that. He might’ve been 22. I don’t know he graduated fairly young. And then by the age of 25 he was probably making at least 60 if not 70 or something a year he moved up quickly because that’s how actuarial work at work works or did work.” says Lacey.

“OK so when Casi said to you, ‘Yeah, you know I figured that you came from a trust fund or you both had good jobs or something or another.’ how much money was your husband making at that time?” asks Casi’s mom.

“He probably was making around $104,000.” says Lacey. “Or maybe closer to $88,000 it was somewhere between 88 and 104 would be my guess.”

“And he’s making a lot more now.” says Casi’s mom.

“Yes, if he had been more focused on his career in a different way, he could be making three or $400,000 right now but he’s not and we took two years off to travel in our late 20’s.” says Lacey.

“You spent a lot of money traveling for two years you spent how much how much did you really spend?!?” asks Casi’s mom.

“Oh probably maybe $500,000.” says Lacey.

“That’s not an exaggeration?!?” asks the pencil skirt wearing perfume hater.

“No, no it’s not. It was at least $200,000 and really it was probably more than that but it was a lot we spent a lot of money with what we accrued or what we could’ve been accruing and no it was it’s probably closer to $500,000 both I mean 400 to 300 400 $500,000 it’s somewhere in that range.“ says Lacey.

“So you lived as if you had a salary of $200,000 and you didn’t work at all for about two years? That was like 10 years ago, so how much would that be today?” asks the pencil skirt wearing perfume hater.

“We weren’t trying to spend that much money and actually I think it was around $200,000 even with inflation. I think it was probably closer to 150 but it might’ve been more than that. I don’t really know I should sit down and try to figure it out sometime. We weren’t trying to spend that much money though. That’s how we lived for two years.” says Lacey.

“No I understand you were traveling and traveling well probably staying in the nicest places and then eating the nicest food and traveling around the world and just traveling.” says a perfume hater.

“So you really don’t make up anything you really are just that exact?” asks Casi’s mom.

“Yes, yes she is.” says Lem.

“What kind of a salary would you like your husband to be making? What seems reasonable to you given what he’s capable of?” asks Casi’s mom.

“He likes having a more relaxed lifestyle and being able to be around his kids but he’s capable of making probably millions he’s really brilliant. But no I mean like I said around $300,000 is probably 200 and something is probably really what he should be making.” says Lacey.

“So he makes under $200,000 right now?” asks Casi’s mom.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“Probably not that much less than 200,000?” says the pencil skirt wearing perfume hater.

“If you’re asking if it’s closer to 100 or 200 it’s probably closer to 200 yes.” says Lacey.

“But then that’s for a family of four and you don’t work?” asks Casi’s mom.

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“Why…the hell…are you competing with Lacey?!?” asks a black entrepreneur in the Illuminati.

“I saw things that gave me the wrong impression.” says Casi. “And…$120,000.00 at 37 didn’t impress me.” She thinks. “Or $130,000.00. Whatever.” She thinks. “How much did you inherit again??”

“About $200,000.00 ten years ago. And I’m likely to inherit a bit more.” says Lacey.

“How much did you inherit Casi?” asks a perfume hater.

“Nothing!” says Casi. “My mother’s used Mercedes.”

“Me too. Nothing.” says a perfume hater.

“Mr. Blue…how much do you spend a year?” asks a perfume hater.

“So how much was your Mercedes worth?!” asks Nancy.

“$5,000.00 when it worked.” says Casi.

“So you could have bought a Kelly?” says Nancy.

“Yeah!” says Casi.

“Did you have a job?!” asks Chris.

“No.” says Casi.

“Then you wouldn’t have had a car.” says Mrs. Blue to Casi.

Nancy ignores this.

They aren’t prettier than Lacey either.

“$600,000.00 to $800,000.00 a year.” says Mr. Blue.

“What is your actual net worth?” asks a man.

“About $6 million. Maybe exactly?” he says.

“How do you handle being so poor?!?” asks a perfume hater.

“Compared to billionaires?!” asks Mr. Blue.

“Yes! You’re not old money.” asks the perfume hater.

“Try harder!” says Mr. Blue.

More later.

Tonight Lacey was looking through an old money aesthetic Instagram account. …Sometimes Lacey wonders if she is the source of the old money aesthetic. Only because she was the one that first started bringing that term up often in conversations telepathically with the Illuminati way back in 2016 or 2017. She doesn’t recall it being used as a term to describe an aesthetic previous to her intense discussion many high-ranking members of the Illuminati regarding what the definition of old money is, and frankly the continuing conversation she’s having about that term. … the thing is if there is an illuminati, and there might not be, but if there is one, she’s actually fairly certain she is the source of that aesthetic.

And yet what totally baffled her was how tonight when she was looking at the Instagram account they showed a photo of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall and described them as an old money couple. …She gets that they’re old money. She definitely knows they’re old money. They are truly old money. But they were friends with her father. … and even though in her mind, she knows her father’s old money, and that her for Bogart is as well it seems odd to her to see that acknowledged on Instagram in such a way. That might sound psychotic in its depth of cognitive dissonance but that is how her brain works. It’s it’s more like old money is a medical diagnosis of someone from a sociological perspective. And so she knows that Humphrey Bogart is clinically diagnosable as old money, and she suspects that her father is as well and other people that she’s labeled as such with this diagnosis…but it’s just very bizarre to her to think of them being the actual ideal on Instagram. Because an actual medical diagnosis of Mr. Bogart in the sense of describing a scientific way of seeing things makes sense, but the court of popular opinion is on Instagram, and the fact that that ruled in favor of putting Humphrey Bogart in that category shocks her.

When she sees them now, she thinks “oh my father’s friends!” and it’s just very strange to her.

She loves that her father was so private, and if it is her biological father, or if he wishes that he was even she respects him for not having children sooner. She understands it. It’s the way that she thinks. He seems an enormous amount like her from what she knows about him. And maybe she’s wrong maybe that’s a coincidence but from what she knows he seems very plausibly to be her actual birth father.

And then she gets angry, because if he is her birth father, he also screwed-up and she has a feeling that he would probably be devastated or rather is devastated by how her life has turned out because it’s probably exactly what he was trying to avoid: a child with a very painful life. A child who is obedient to God, self sacrificing, loving, kind, intelligent, and empathetic, possibly like him who is trapped. And then it makes her laugh because it’s exact kind of steak that she sees her self making. Very rarely does she get things wrong that most people get wrong believe it or not but then when it comes to these kinds of mistakes, she makes them. She can easily see herself falling in love with someone as a man in her 80’s and just accidentally creating a child, hiding the child, trying to create some sort of perfect life for them and then the child figuring it out in their 30’s or needing to figure it out in their 30’s to survive. It honestly makes complete sense to her as a parent. Hiding the child and is flawless way with people of the same ethnicity is totally some thing Lacey can see herself doing to try to you know, create some sort of manufactured life for this kid where they’re not going to feel like they were adopted and presumably where one parent doesn’t even know. …The thing is if Lacey is illegitimate her father that raised her is the only parent that truly knows. And he is someone who has had lots of secrets he’s been hiding over the years. That’s kind of his tendency. And it’s possible that somehow Tommy Banks knew that he would keep it a secret just from observing him. The thing is, if that’s true, Tom Banks messed-up and as much as I empathize with it I have a feeling he also knows how angry it makes me.

When Lacey’s parents die, she hope she’ll be able to find someway to do really quality, honest, thorough, genetic testing with both parents who raised her. If she finds out that she’s not illegitimate, she has a feeling that she’s been sort of adopted but of course she has no proof of that and she’ll have to wait until Heaven to find out for sure.

If there’s an Illuminati though, regardless, they find it hilarious that Lacey no longer sees Michael as old money on Instagram. Louis he’s old money…but if Lacey is illegitimate, she has started to see that as also mostly being farm culture in the 1600’s and 1700’s instead of being Instagram old money. And actually if she spoke with the queen, she sees that as something entirely different now too “on Instagram.” It’s more Divine Right of Kings than old money. She isn’t confused about what old money is…it’s just I don’t think she understands how to be popular. She doesn’t know how to be in that position of being admired by people.

And actually, it may be connected to why people think that she’s not straight. She has a hard time receiving intense public attention for anything of that sort. And because for some reason, it just seems evil to her and bizarre…almost like people are humiliating themselves when they admire her so much. Not because it doesn’t make sense, but more because if she wasn’t loved, it feels very peculiar…and she doesn’t like seeing people think less of themselves in a way that isn’t fair to them.

One wonders if Lacey is illegitimate, if that was part of what Scott Fitzgerald was trying to capture in the great Gatsby, a man who has an enormous amount of power and wealth, but who doesn’t really want attention? The thing is it’s not just that she saying that in a narcissistic way; she’s being really serious she really is extraordinarily beautiful. And she understands that if she’s illegitimate, her father was a very big deal. …It’s more just being beautiful at all or being rich at all; it’s not some thing that she enjoys getting attention, for. And it actually is very offputting to her in a sincere way. A narcissist might not be able to understand at all.

The problem is, though, if she is Tommy Banks’s daughter, and even if she ends up, married to let him for eternity, she isn’t a normal person. She is old money, regardless, and extraordinarily beautiful…but being his daughter, and being married to Lem to for eternity, certainly if it was Michael, just doesn’t leave any room for her to really be ordinary. And it’s incredibly bizarre to her that not everyone is exactly as she is and that there’s any sort of hierarchy between people. …She hopes that in Heaven there are no more hierarchies of that sort. But she also hopes that it’s only done in the most edifying and glorifying way to God imaginable in His mind.

This is not something Joe understood when he first communicated with Lacey in her youth. He’s very different than Lacey in this regard. …Pat Wilson possibly understood them both. And still does. In that regard.

If Lacey had been born in 1934…it’d be unclear which fellow she’d have turned to. And been set up to marry Joe…and he has still loved Pat. Married Lacey in 1956? Or became temporarily engaged. …Possibly still Lem. God knows. Hopefully Michael isn’t just…trying to teach Lacey a brutal lesson. Too brutal, because she really loves Lem. …Hopefully Louis isn’t…just being attacked?

“Goodnight.” says Lem.