The title, Ganeshaspeaks Weekly Pisces Money Tips: Will I Get Rich This Week? is exactly what I was scrolling through last Sunday night. Look, I’m a Pisces, and frankly, my checking account was looking seriously pathetic. I’d been working my tail off, but the numbers just weren’t moving. That whole “financial breakthrough” promised by every guru online? It wasn’t happening to me. So, I decided to take these astrology tips seriously. Not as a belief system, but as a rigid practice. A personal, one-week experiment to see if the cosmic winds could actually direct money into my pocket. I needed a story for the blog, but mostly, I needed the money. That’s the honest truth.
The Pre-Week Scouting and Preparation
I pulled up the Ganeshaspeaks site, and printed out the whole money section for Pisces. I highlighted the action items. It was full of that typical vague nonsense, but I isolated the three concrete things I could actually do. I treated it like a client project with strict deadlines.
- Monday: “A forgotten investment shows signs of life.” I scrolled through old emails. I dug up the passwords for three ancient trading apps I hadn’t touched since the lockdown. Zero signs of life, just dust and the faint smell of regret.
- Wednesday: “Engage with a contact from your past who speaks aggressively.” Seriously? Who writes this junk? But I wrote it down. The practice demands action, not analysis.
- Friday: “Harness the energy of the color green; small risks pay off.” This meant hitting the ATM, pulling out some cash, and doing something foolishly fast with it. Plus, finding a green shirt, which I didn’t own.
I started Monday by dusting off those old apps. I spent four hours trying to reset two-factor authentication just to see that my total capital was still sitting at $14.50. I felt like a total idiot. But the rule was: act on the tip. I acted. Nothing happened. The stress level, however, skyrocketed.
The Contact From the Past and the Near Disaster
Wednesday was the big one: “Engage with a contact from your past who speaks aggressively.” I thought about this all morning. Who talks aggressively? My old manager? A debt collector? Then, I remembered a guy, Stan, from the construction job I walked away from five years ago. He was notorious for yelling about “sure-thing opportunities.”
I found Stan’s number and texted him. “Hey, Stan, long time. Thinking about investment.”
He called me back immediately, voice already booming. It was aggressive. He pitched me on this “no-fail, immediate-turnover” opportunity involving used heavy equipment from a bankrupt company. He was talking about a $10,000 upfront “guarantee” fee.
I almost did it. The horoscope told me this was the source of my gain! I pulled up my phone banking app. My finger was literally hovering over the “transfer” button. This whole blog experiment, this need for a financial win, pushed me right to the edge of a terrible decision. I stopped. I slammed the phone down. I yelled a curse word at the screen. I realized the only thing Stan was aggressively “speaking” was pure financial ruin. I deleted his number. My heart was pounding. The prediction pushed me toward a potential six-figure loss, not a gain.
I sat there for two hours just breathing, letting the stress drain out. The practical record: Tip followed. Result: Near financial suicide. I logged that down, feeling shaky.
The Green Shirt, the Foolishness, and the Unexpected Win
Friday arrived. “Harness the energy of the color green; small risks pay off.” I drove to a second-hand shop and bought the tackiest, brightest green shirt I could find. I felt ridiculous, but I wore it. Practice, not analysis.
The “small risk” part was where I failed the practice. I couldn’t bring myself to bet on a stock or lottery ticket after the Stan disaster. So, I took the $20 I had pulled out, walked across the street, and bought five coffee gift cards for the baristas at my local café. It wasn’t a risk, it was just being nice. It felt like cheating the experiment, but I couldn’t stomach another gamble.
The very next morning, Saturday, the café manager called me. He’d seen me buy the gift cards. He told me he was opening a second location and needed a new social media manager. He saw my old LinkedIn profile when he looked up my name from the café loyalty program. He offered me a substantial freelance gig on the spot. No yelling, no “aggressive speaking,” just a professional, simple offer.
I took the gig immediately. It paid more than any “forgotten investment” ever would. It wasn’t the green shirt, it wasn’t the aggressive contact, and it definitely wasn’t the $14.50. It was the one nice, low-stakes thing I did that had nothing to do with getting rich.
The Final Record
Did I get rich this week because of Ganeshaspeaks’ tips? Hell no. My balance hasn’t changed from last Sunday. But the experiment forced me to engage, and that engagement caused me to nearly blow a massive hole in my savings, and then, completely accidentally, land a solid freelance job that will actually build my capital over time.
The practice taught me this: The stars don’t send money. They don’t send fortunes. They just make you move your butt. You act on the advice, and while that specific action is often nonsense, the mere fact of doing something different changes your trajectory. I avoided a scammer and gained a job. The prediction was 100% wrong about the source of the money, but 100% right that action was required. So, I’ll keep practicing, but maybe I’ll skip the aggressive contacts next time and just buy the baristas coffee.
