The currency I value as a Gothic follower is that of blood and spirit which fits in no space and cannot be bartered or exchange for mere trinkets like a powerless Caligula fading from power. Bullion and carats may be rare but my interest in such materials is as a scientist who ponders the particles of existence and the spaces between the nothingness. Despite my refusal to trifle in such mundane matters I do use my satchels and purses for the transport of my most valued possessions which I use to preform the rituals and recitals among my fellows.

A shovel to dig into the edible roots of vision and understanding and to plant the seeds of a carnal knowledge deep into fresh meadows of the Highlands, a scythe to harvest the souls of those who have betrayed their own destiny and the rye and hemp that I use for survival sustenance and salvation. Pay a fair price for the finest merchandise and you will not outlive their function. You may carry you wallet with you in this life and maintain your income and still be free if you wish it.

Within alchemy and the all seeing eye and upon pyramids are the recognized signs of success to common man. I have relinquished such symbols of crystal and crosses and use the wing and the paw as well as the moon and the oak and the wolf and the raven as my guiding force and the medium in which my ideas are exchanged.