Blue City — VI — Exchange of Value

I-UV -- Innate Universal Value

I-UV — Innate Universal Value

Last spring (2013) I posted several pieces about Value – one’s innate, God-given Value, as distinct from money or possessions that “represent” value. This distinction between Universal Value (innate value) and Representation of Value (currency or physical objects) was a new concept for me, yet one that felt correct as soon as I was made aware of it. You can read a couple of my earlier postings on this topic Here and Here.

Since our arrival in Morocco in early April, Tomas and I have been keenly aware of the daily exchange of real value that occurs between the people here. We are not excluded from this exchange. Indeed, it continually surprises us just how much intrinsic value people DO exchange with us.

Perhaps this accounts for the popularity of Flea Markets and Farmer’s Markets in the western countries. In these contexts one is personally interacting with another human being regarding each item of interest and each purchase. The “bargaining” that goes on in these places only serves to increase this exchange of each person’s energetic value. The “price” is sometimes secondary to this exchange and the “money changing hands,” while important, is seen as only part of the transaction – NOT THE WHOLE TRANSACTION.

Berber Rug Purchase

Berber Rug Purchase

While in Chefchaouen, Tomas and I engaged in an “Exchange of Value” that has continue to impact us significantly. On our first evening in the Blue City we were strolling back to our hotel through our newly claimed Medina neighborhood and we encountered Mohammed, the owner of a small Berber Outlet Store. In this tiny cubicle was an assortment of hand-woven and hand-sewn rugs, carpets, textiles and clothing. There are many stores like this in Chefchaouen, so at first we didn’t think this was anything extraordinary. Mohammed spoke some English and went to work on his American customers with his usual sales pitch. Rug after rug was offered and unrolled into the center of the store; each piece was a marvel of texture, color and design. We could have purchased a carpet in any size and any color, because if we didn’t see what we were looking for in this small shop – Mohammed had a storeroom that was easily accessible and he would disappear for a couple of minutes and return with MORE choices.

We were looking for a small blue carpet for our bedroom floor and after some “bargaining” between Mohammed and Tomas, they settled on a price and the ownership of a deep blue, Berber design carpet was transferred. Tomas also purchased a two-piece cotton lounge outfit in a pale gray color that he found appealing. We returned to our hotel; I immediately put the new carpet down on the floor and we began admiring the colors, the patterns and the energy that seemed to be emanating from the very fibers themselves.

Tomas in Cashmere Jelaba

Tomas in Cashmere Jelaba, Slippers and Cap

The next morning Tomas went out by himself for a while “to get a haircut” and returned with shortened hair, as well as a new cashmere “jelaba” – one of those long, hooded garments that are worn for all occasions here by both men and women. The soft, brown fabric was water-repellent, which came in very handy the next day when it rained. Tomas had also acquired a pair of traditional pointed-toe, all-leather shoes and a black silk cap to complete his outfit.

However, these articles were not the only cause of Tomas’s excitement. What had transpired that morning between him and Mohammed was the real story he brought back to me that day. As a result of this interaction, Mohammed had invited us for tea in his home that afternoon. This was significant for both of us, as it would be an opportunity for me to meet a Moroccan woman in her own domain.

When we tried to check in with Mohammed after lunch we couldn’t find him, so we went away for a bit and came back and found him standing in front of his store. He greeted us and led the way around the corner, up some stairs and into a fairly small apartment directly off the walkway. He assured us that we needn’t remove our shoes (as we had been prepared to do) and seated us in a long, cushioned, carpeted room that had a window directly overlooking his shop. He served us tea and we chatted as best we could in bits and pieces of several languages. Then he brought out some textiles that hadn’t been in his store. I fell in love with a silk piece that had broad stripes of what Mohammed called “Chaouen” (Berber for Chefchaouen) blue. It was exquisite. I got the idea to have a jelaba made for me from this fabric and within a few minutes Mohammed had the tailor there taking my measurements, so that my jelaba would “fit me personally” unlike the one that Tomas had bought “off the rack” so to speak. I was hoping that the Jelaba would be ready to take home with me in a couple of days but Mohammed assured us that it would be ready for me IN ONLY A COUPLE OF HOURS!!!

At this point, the hospitality increased. Mohammed’s wife, Fatima, was out at the moment but was making a special soup – he took us into the kitchen and showed us the bubbling pots of broth. Could we return in a couple of hours and have soup with him and his family? We were both a bit overwhelmed by this expansion of hospitality but we agreed we’d come back.

About an hour and a half later Mohammed once again escorted us to his home. Fatima greeted us warmly and vanished into the kitchen. Mohammed took me in to be there with her. She spoke both Moroccan and Spanish but I spoke neither and she spoke no English. It was an awkward few moments. Mohammed reappeared and ushered me back into the salon. We met the couple’s three sons, ages 16, 7 and 5. Their daughter (13) was sleeping.

Moroccan Harira Served with Dates and Another Sweet

Moroccan Harira Served with Dates and Another Sweet

Shortly, a coffee table was set before us and bowls brimming with soup appeared. “This is a special soup that my wife makes for Ramadan,” Mohammed told us proudly. It was a tomato-based soup with, short, thin noodles, garbanzo beans and shredded chicken. The soup was eaten with dates and soon a deep-fried, honey-and-sesame-seed coated sweet was served for dessert. All very tasty.

During the meal Mohammed’s mother and brother showed up, so we got to meet more members of their family. The mother was at first quite reserved but gradually warmed up and soon we were all smiling and nodding to one another – the international language.

Of course we were pressed to eat a second bowl of soup. And it would have been bad manners to refuse, so we ate a second bowl of soup, more dates and more sweet.

Door Security -- Protection from the "Evil Eye"

Door Security — Protection from the “Evil Eye”

Just prior to eating, Mohammed had brought out a couple of “gifts” for us: a necklace and a key ring — trinkets that tourists might buy in a souvenir shop. Each item featured a hand with an eye in the palm. This symbol, seen throughout Morocco, is an ancient sign of “Protection from the Evil Eye.” We graciously accepted. We are currently using the key ring for our front door key to ward off any malevolent spirits. So far, it’s doing a fine job.

And before she sat down to eat, Fatima gifted me with a gorgeous scarf of many colors, including the same “Chaouen” blue that was featured in my soon-to-be-delivered, custom-made jelaba. I was really touched. And as I had been wanting to learn how to tie a proper head scarf for a couple of weeks, I gestured for her to show me how to do that and she complied by showing me TWO ways to tie it, so that my floppy bangs were properly covered and the scarf stayed securely in place.

Alia's "Berber evening Gown"

Alia’s “Berber evening Gown” and Fatima’s Gift

At that point he tailor returned with my “Chaouen” blue, Berber-woven-silk jelaba and I went into the back bedroom to try it on Apparently, Fatima did not know about my jelaba when she gave me the scarf, because when I returned to the main room, both she and her mother-in-law gasped with surprise and appreciation of how beautiful the garment looked on me, but even more so, how perfectly the scarf went with the jelaba!

I twirled around to the “oos” and “ahhs” of all present and shortly after that Tomas and I expressed our appreciation in the few Moroccan, English and Spanish words we knew that could convey such. We walked out into the Medina evening reeling from this close encounter of the Moroccan kind and overflowing with gratitude, feeling that no matter how much “representation of value” we had blessed this family with (and it was quite a lot, actually) we had received many times more from our hosts in intrinsic value. We had “become friends” with this family and would now be welcome back anytime. And, of course, that street goes both ways here according to Moroccan custom.

We had to walk for about an hour in order to integrate what we had just received, before we could even begin to think about sleeping that night.

And as I made my way, radiantly through the Medina, I drew admiring looks from men and women alike: I had purchased the equivalent of a Berber evening gown. Everyone I met delighted in the beauty that this creation was adding to the totality of the evening.

Exchange of Value with Fatima through the Purchase of Argon Oil

Exchange of Value with Fatima through the Purchase of Argon Oil

Exchange of Value – Reprise. The evening before we left Chefchaouen – the day of the two hikes – we were making our way back to our hotel, when we passed by a woman sitting outside a shop that sold cosmetic oils, spices and pigments for paints. Tomas walked on but something caught my attention and I stopped and looked the woman in the eyes. It was Fatima. This was HER shop. I greeted her with a big smile, which she returned, and I called to Tomas to come back. We all went inside and she began to show us HER merchandise. She opened several bottles and jars of different oils and crèmes for the skin and hair and encouraged us to try them. We purchased a bottle of Argon oil, a Moroccan skin care product renowned for its healing and nourishing properties. Again, we felt that special exchange of energy that made the encounter more than “just a purchase.” I was very happy to see my Moroccan sister, so comfortable in her own business, working side by side with her husband to provide a good life for their family.

That’s how Tomas and I came to truly understand the difference between Value and Representation of Value. Our world has not been the same since.

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15 thoughts on “Blue City — VI — Exchange of Value

  1. Dearest Alia, after hours in the hot sun here in South Carolina transplanting my beautiful pepper plants, I was so filled with love from reading your sharings and experiences in Morocco. I feel so connected to all of my soul family that is united there. You are a very gifted writer in that I felt as though I walked and talked with you and your new friends every moment of this unfolding. Please keep sharing as you are a reflection of all of us who know and are experiencing our true value. We are living in glorious times and each hour brings new insights into our consciousness. Much love to all of you. ❤ ❤ ❤

    • Dear Linda — Thank you for your heart-felt words and encouragement. What a beautiful share! Say hello to your pepper plants for me. We are indeed living in a glorious time and our consciousness is informing the quantum Field and returning to us in physical form ever faster as the hours go by. More and more of humanity is awakening to its heart’s calling and saying — I’m going to go with my heart. Tomas and I are learning that even our “Partners in Contrast” are reaching that place where they can no longer ignore this inner prompting. This is a huge shift. There is so much light on the planet now that even the ones we thought were solidly of dark inclination are being confronted by this with each choice they make.
      Thank you for your enthusiastic support and connection to our group here. Blessings, Alia

      • Lol, I love this designation “Partners in Contrast”, it does take two to tango in 3D. 🙂
        Indeed there is soooo much light illuminating every little corner, the ills of humanity are fully illuminated, dark forces can not hide behind MSM (mainstream media), propaganda, false flags.
        Out with the old, in with the new. Alia you are stunning in your new jelaba and head scarf!♥

  2. Dear Alia,
    I love the gift of the scarf perfectly matching your new outfit! What an amazing color the blue is. I am so glad that you have been led to this new land to shine your light. I am about to embark on a car “drive about” (last one lasted almost 4 years) to discover the next place that I am to land. I will go by your old place of Gold Beach as I make my way north…..where the currents are calling me. How wonderful that we are being moved to our new places to weave these tapestries of light. Blessings to you and Tomas. Liquidlovelight flowing……

    • Dear Linda Marie — Thank you for your appreciation. So wonderful to hear from you again as you embark on your next “drive about.” All blessings and love in your quest for a new landing pad. Who knows, Gold Beach may be just the right place now, Alia

  3. Beautifully written and expressed Alia! I appreciate your insights and sharing. Looking forward to co-creating a world where this is the norm rather than the exception. Much Love.

    • Thank you Robert. Appreciate your feedback. Words seem inadequate to describe this energetic exchange but I know that most of us have experienced these types of transactions at some point in our lives. I share your vision of a world in which this is the normal mode in which we commune with one another. Blessings and love to you my Brother in Spirit ♥

  4. Hi Alia and Tomas, it’s so wonderful to hear how well you’ve adapted to your new home in Morocco. I look forward to reading, catching up on your many fascinating adventures! Be well my friends.♥

    • Thank you Maddie Dear — lovely to hear from you. It may be premature to say we’ve “adapted” but we are certainly “adapting.” It’s a much different process than I ever expected — with both pluses and minuses, which is the topic of my next post. Blessings to you wherever in this One Earth Uniting you are these days ♥

  5. When that old illusion of separation slips away, it is so wonderful the feeling of greeting and meeting as the human family that we all are. What a joy. Thanks so much for the share of this experience. The circle of love grows ever wider with each remembering of the deeper value in our exchanges! -x.M

    • I guess what I want to say is that the Moroccan people seem to do this naturally. I don’t think it has to do with the veil becoming thinner — they’ve done this for centuries. However, just because they exchange their value naturally, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they understand or honor that value anymore than anyone else. However, Tomas and I do understand and our awareness is now informing the Field here in Morocco, so this message of innate, God-given value is now being introduced into the mix. And always there is much appreciation exchanged between parties — that is always a good thing and results in full-body smiles, a phenomenon we rarely saw in the USA. Thanks for your love and support, as we find our footing in this new country ♥

  6. Oh, Alia, your story has brought tears to my eyes – thank you! What a delight to have experienced such a warm interchange between you and Tomas and your new Chaouen friends, all of them! And, your choice of color is perfect! Do continue to share your experiences, including such as the one about the Roosters. They all bring me such pleasure! Peace, Love and Aloha….Riana

    • Thank you Riana for your encouragement and appreciation. This is an unfolding story and Tomas and I never quite know what each new day will bring. We are learning to open ourselves to the new and the unknown, the un-tried and the un-named and we are being received with such overwhelming enthusiasm and generosity that it does get a bit overwhelming at times. But that’s all part of it. Perhaps some of the reason for this is that people in countries where there has been much less “representation of value” to exchange have not lost their understanding and ability to exchange their innate value. We are learning so much from the people here! Thank you for “coming along.” Love and hugs ♥

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