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You Are The One That You Have Been Waiting For

My sister wants something.  She wants it badly.  As if on cue, a barrage of relevant circumstances parade into Evie’s life in order to justify the reason why she wanted this thing in the first place.  As the frequency of these pertinent events increase, so does Evie’s desire.  The more that she wants this thing, the more valid the reasons to have it become.  This vicious cycle of creation can be pretty damn frustrating.

“I am missing something,” Evie declares with great certainty.

For most of us who are engaged in the process of creating something that we REALLY want, the inclination to question the procedure that we are currently following is inherent.  It is what we do.  Human nature requires that we devise plans, experiment by trial and error, explore and investigate various methods , discover a secret formula, and basically try to understand WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON when seeking to manifest our desires.

Often, we want to scream, “What is the problem?!”

We review our checklist.  We know that we have stated an intention, identified valid reasons, formulated the appropriate thoughts, focused on the outcome, practiced expectation, and even ‘pretended’ that this thing we want so badly is already in our experience.  In addition, we have prayed, meditated, prayed some more, read at least 900 books on the Law of Attraction, visited over 600 websites dedicated to successful goal attainment, meditated some more, cast some spells, visited a medium, purchased several thousand programs that guarantee results, and then prayed and meditated some more.

And yet this thing that we want so badly remains an elusive dream.  One might describe this overall predicament as some sort of unforgiving holding pattern. It would seem that no matter what steps are taken, the heart’s desire seems to linger just out of reach.

Do not despair, my friend.  The solution is not as complicated, or as mysterious, as the conscious mind would insist.  Have you considered the possibility that your frustration, and perhaps even the nature of your incessantly inquisitive mind, may actually BE a significant aspect of your creative process?

You are a unique and complex being.  Your story is original.  Perhaps, in the asking of your heart’s desire, you have included your own personal requirement for a deep and sustainable level of vibrational alignment with that which is your Source.  Perhaps you wanted to REALLY know what you know, and did not want to settle for what you think you know.  Perhaps the process that you are participating in is actually proceeding perfectly according to your own Divine plan.

Whichever force that you believe is at work IS.  Higher Self, God, Goddess, All-That-Is, the Light, Buddha, Mother Earth, Jesus Christ, Great Spirit, Subconscious Mind, Divine Source, and any other titles that you may use to define Infinite Power is at work.  Only you, in your absolute unparalleled existence as an individual being have defined your specific level of connection to this Source.  All of the Infinite Wisdom that you possessed before you arrived on the planet is intact.  You are remembering All That You Know in the exact incremental pieces that you planned for.  You ventured forth in your human experience, excited to determine a flexible and sequential schedule of recall along your way.

When your conscious mind insists that you are ready, and convinces you that you have completed all the necessary preparations required in order to receive any of the Divine gifts that you are wanting in this lifetime, it is because it still ‘thinks’ that it is in charge.  Having to ask, “REALLY?!?  Then where the hell are my manifestations?!” is a good indication that your conscious mind still believes that it is running the show.

Here’s the thing.  Whatever you think you are doing, or not doing, is not wrong.  Relax.  It is your plan.  You can trust you.  Enjoy the experience of what you are creating at this very moment, and be thrilled and proud of what you have already brought into your life.  Divine Self has it all figured out, everything is perfectly orchestrated and coming together beautifully.  No matter what your conscious mind is badgering you about, trust that Source has the plan to manifest your heart’s desire.  Source is you.

That thing that Evie wants so badly?  It already exists.  The Source to which she is connected is holding the vibrational tone of her creation.  What is missing?  Not a thing.  Evie’s Source already knows how to do this.  Evie already knows how to manifest her heart’s desire.  The only reason why this one specific desire has not yet manifested, is because Evie did not want to settle for what she only thinks she knows.  She wanted to remember the depth of what it feels like to achieve and maintain vibrational alignment with Source.  She wanted to be able to determine her own schedule.  She wanted to experience remembering Who She Is in the way that it best for Evie.  Then Evie will remember what Evie already knows.

‘Tis a beautiful plan, indeed.

Creator, Party Of One

Although I was quite young at the time, I remember that my grandmother would point her finger at us and say, “Do not give your power to anyone.”  Grandma was barely fluent in the English language and she would never elaborate on her statement.  When questioned, she would simply repeat the declaration while adding a flourish to the same words, as if one should know exactly what she meant.  Interpretations of Grandma’s frequent reminder to us remain as varied as the individuals of her large extended family.  For me, the essence of Grandma’s message is crystal clear: “Keep your mouth shut when you are creating.”

The power to create what we want in life is our birthright.  Most of us do not recognize that we are in possession of this ability until something that we have been wanting either shows up, or happens to us.  Even then, many people will attribute this ‘miracle’ to a force outside of themselves.

For those of us who do realize that we hold the power to control our own destiny, we often continue to search outside of ourselves to learn how to use it.  Scouring for any guidance in the form of practical tips and useful applications is a worthy venture, but only you can ultimately make the connection to your Knowing Self that will activate the deliberate creation process.

Once you have developed a working relationship between yourself and your Higher Power, the unique properties of this personal connection are practically impossible to describe.  This could explain the frustration and skepticism that many of us experience when we first begin studying the methods offered to us by others who are successfully manifesting their desires by using the Law of Attraction.  There is great value in continuing to investigate and practice the techniques so graciously offered by others, but only in the sense that these suggestions provide you with the bits and pieces that work for you.

When you start to get the hang of it (and you will), you will discover that your true magic exists within the space between the onset of your desire and its manifestation.  This is the time of actual creation.  This is the time that Grandma was referring to when she reminded us not to “give your power to anyone.”  This is the time when you tell no one.

There are many factors that can prevent, or delay, the manifestation of your desire.  In my own experience, there is nothing that stops the creation process more swiftly and effectively than when I share my desire with another human being.

I could site numerous occasions when I have fixated on my desire, fueled my intention with expectation, connected to belief, witnessed the signs that my desire was on its way, experienced the genuine momentum of my own creation unfolding, and then blew it all away because I got so excited that I opened my big, fat mouth.  I scattered my forces.  I did not heed Grandma’s advice.

It does not even matter who I told, or why.  By sharing my creation (before its completion) with another human being, I simply introduced a foreign vibration that effectively stopped manifestation it in its tracks.

The good news is that every day presents the opportunity to focus on new desires, or revive ‘unfulfilled’ ones with a do-over.  Your own magic is as individual as you are.  By all means should you share your creations with those of your choosing; but until these creations are realized, you may consider keeping the actual process to yourself.

As if to illustrate this point, I am fortunate to have a daily reminder.  Every afternoon a particular flock of small birds descend upon our yard full of pine trees.  I love to watch as they scavenge for food, furiously moving over every available surface of the tree limbs and the ground in complete synchronization.

Every once in awhile, one bird will break off from its companions and discover a private sanctuary.  Oblivious to the rest of the flock, this little bird appears blissfully unaware that its friends have made a group-oriented direction change that has moved them to an entirely different area of the yard.  This guy is completely engrossed in a private moment among a stash of seeds that have somehow been missed by the others. All the other birds are busy chatting amongst themselves, while he is quietly engaged in his own little moment enjoying an abundance of  sustenance.

Eventually, he begins to sing loud enough to draw the attention of a few others, who then break off from the rest of the flock to partake in his discovery.  This small group will then chirp and peck together, seemingly enjoying the ‘private table’ that the first little bird has created for his friends.  They finish their exclusive meal and happily rejoin the rest of the flock that has made its way into the next yard.  This little warbler had a dream, he manifested it, and THEN he shared it with his friends.

I think that this little guy may have been talking to Grandma:)

Rock Collector

I love rocks.  I’ve been collecting them since I can remember.  I grew up near one of the Great Lakes and used to spend hours searching for arrowheads, traipsing around the local rock quarry, and generally taking every opportunity to pick up any stone or glistening pebble that caught my eye.

I can’t walk past one of those display tables full of small polished stones that they have in gift shops without stopping.  I stand there in some sort of trance-like state while gently scooping up handfuls of shiny stones.  I admire the facets and colors of each and every stone as they fall one by one from my open palm, dropping back into the pile while making that “plink, plink” sound.  Souvenir shops normally sell them by the pouch, but how could I possibly choose among them?  I always wish that I could buy the whole lot.  If I had a table full of polished stones in my living room, I’d never get anything done.

Every hiking trip I have ever taken has included the procurement of a rock souvenir.  When the kids were younger, I used to meet my best friend from college every spring season for a five-day sabbatical.  Gabrielle and I would rent a secluded cabin in the mountains to indulge in some serious girl time.  We watched movies, napped on the porch swing, ate whenever and whatever we wanted, drank, stayed up all hours of the night, talked, laughed, cried, and then hiked the mountain trails for hours on end.  I always returned home with several new rocks for my collection.

There was one trip in particular when we set out on a early morning hike that ended up lasting until well after dark.  Of course, we hadn’t planned on staying out that long, but we had somehow managed to detour off a well-marked path somewhere along our trek.  Confident that we could find our way back to the cabin, we ended up completely lost instead.  By the time the sun began its descent toward the horizon, daylight among the trees had diminished and we were still not even close to any familiar-looking terrain.

By this time, we were more than a bit nervous.  Ribbons of panic wafted between us.  Neither of us had been able to receive a cell phone signal for most of the afternoon.  I’d like to attribute ’sheer luck’ to the fact that we finally emerged from the trees just as the sky completely darkened,  at last stepping onto what appeared to be a road at the bottom of a steep hill.  Luck, coupled with a shared burning desire to get the hell out of the scary woods, had delivered us to the first sign of civilization we’d seen all day.  Our exhilaration was short-lived.

Two growling black dogs stood before us.  I had one of those moments that I’d read somewhere, where you want to scream to the top of your lungs, but the sound gets stifled by fear in your throat.  The only audible noises that I made sounded like strange, long tones trapped somewhere behind my immovable lips.  Elle and I stood frozen, pressed together like two wide-eyed statues while each of our brains were busy formulating the option of fight or flight.  It was probably the longest few seconds of my life.

I noticed movement in my peripheral view and glanced to my right in time to see a figure emerge from behind a truck that was parked in the middle of the gravel road, about one hundred yards or so from where we stood.  In our excitement upon finding the road, neither of us had bothered to notice the truck, or the fact that we were standing on some one’s driveway.  That someone was Mrs. Louise Turner, owner of two protective dogs and a shotgun.  If I’d had anything to drink recently (which I did not, since who takes more than one water bottle on a short morning hike?) I would have peed in my hiking shorts right then.  Miss Louise furrowed her eyebrows as she gave us the once-over, lowered her shotgun, cocked her head to one side and uttered the finest single word we had heard all day.  “Lost?”  She said it more like a statement than an actual question.  Of course we were lost.  Living among the mountains her entire life, she had experience with “our kind.”

Louise Turner was a cattle rancher, horse breeder, and chicken farmer who had the largest hands that either of us had ever seen on a woman.  Elle and I still marvel about them to this day.  She didn’t have a chainsaw or a banjo (that we knew of) but she did have a lighted house at the end of her driveway, and the best pot of lukewarm coffee that I have ever tasted.  She had precise knowledge of the location of our cabin (over twenty miles away on the other side of a landmark the locals referred to as ’seven mile ridge’) and a warm truck to take us there.  We had been rescued.

This is the part of my story where I had to tell you all of the above, just to tell you this: That was the day I finally quit collecting rocks.

Aside from the fact that Mrs. Louise Turner referred to us more than once as a “couple of yahoos,” Miss Louise (as she preferred to be addressed) was a kindhearted, practical, salt-of-the-earth kind of woman.  As the three of us prepared for the journey back to our rented cabin, Miss Louise offered to load our backpacks into her vehicle.  As she lifted mine from the ground, she showed no sign of physical strain while hefting my backpack in one fluid motion into the bed of her truck.  She shot me a puzzled look.  “Jeez, girl,” she chimed. “What ‘cha got in this bag of yours? Rocks?”

“Well yes, Ma’am,” I replied. “As a matter of fact, I do.”  LOTS of them, in fact.  It had been a long, long hike over plenty of uncharted territory that day.  There had been countless rock specimens of irresistible beauty that beckoned to me throughout the day.  I picked up every single one of them.

“Dear child,” Miss Louise asked me in her sweet southern drawl. “What in God’s name are you pickin’ up rocks for?”

Well, now that was the question.  A good question, indeed.  I’m sure that to Miss Louise (a life-long resident of the mountains) it must have been as baffling to her as it is for me (a close-to-the-ocean resident) to see people gathering shells from the sand on the beach.  There’s at least a million of them.  They are there every single day and the next tide will bring a million more to choose from.  What are people going to do with them, anyway, when they look so pretty where they are, right there among the millions of their kind on the beach?

I finally know.  Each of us are attracted to certain things that we encounter on this beautiful planet full of the billions of aspects that comprise it.  We want to keep and hold onto the aspects that we are drawn to as a souvenir of the experience it gives us.  And what if, for just a moment, we could perceive these collected items as not just objects, but representations of the real emotions that we choose to experience?

What if rocks and stones were representations of fear and doubt?  And if this were true, exactly how long would one person need to continue selecting and keeping them until their meaning and intended purpose could become just a distant memory, and no longer a part of one person’s current experience?  A day? A week? A month?

What about years?  In my case, I’d say that it is about 49 of them.  If I were to include past lives, the amount of time I’ve put into getting to know the rocky aspect of things would make it somewhere around a couple thousand years.  Basically, I have been diligently collecting the cumbersome experiences that include the aspects of fear and doubt for what amounts to several lifetimes.  Every pouch, pocketful and backpack full of rocks that I have ever carried for any length of time could potentially be added together to create quite the substantial pile of rock.  I’m thinking it resembles a mountain.

Over ten years ago, I heard a sermon that was given by Reverend Bob Marshall, pastor of the Unity Church Of Christianity.  He was describing what to do when fearful thoughts crossed our minds.  He used the example of the frightening scenarios that parents visualize when their teenager is out with the car, and the child has yet to return a phone call to the parents updating them on their status.  Reverend Bob indicated that although these frightening thoughts are a normal occurrence in the mindset of a parent, we often magnify their potential by attempting to dismiss these thoughts in a panic.  We say, “Oh my God, I cannot believe that I just thought that!” and end up trying desperately to pretend that we didn’t allow the thought to cross our mind at all.  This panicked response often amplifies the worried state we are in already, essentially feeding it with additional negative energy.

Reverend Bob offered the suggestion that it may be more productive to stop for a moment after we entertain an unwanted thought and give ourselves some time to acknowledge it.  He recommended recognizing the fearful thought long enough to realize that it is unwanted so that you can move on in a rational manner.  I can’t remember his exact phrasing after that, but I distinctly recall that it included the word “choice.”  Reverend Bob was offering us the idea that instead of trying to fight off frightening thoughts that we encounter, perhaps we might focus on them just long enough to really get the FEEL of them before making a decision that we no longer will allow thoughts like this to dominate our personal experience.  This would be much like giving yourself adequate time and sufficient details in order to make an informed choice between two opposing thoughts.

So what in the hell does this have to do with rocks?

I believe that I’ve been collecting rocks as aspects of doubt and tucking them away in a souvenir plie without ever allowing myself to just FEEL the actual vibrational weight of them.

Most of the experts who write books and conduct seminars on the Law of Attraction express the importance of positive thinking.  They suggest that we invest our energy into finding the silver lining among every circumstance of our lives.  They promise that even just a little bit of effort to seek a positive outlook will increase our chances in manifesting desirable experiences.

This may be true in theory, but rather difficult in practice.  I am a devout Pollyanna and professed advocate of the half-full glass.  But I understand the reality in trying to focus on feeling like the picture of health when your head is throbbing violently.  Or how fun it must be to try and look at the bright side of a failing relationship.  Or how easy it must be to locate a glimmer of hope after receiving a notice of foreclosure on your family home.  As members of this enormous planet of unlimited contrast, are we not entitled to experience our pain?

Exactly how long is long enough for these unpleasant vibrational energies to impart their wisdom on our soul?  How deeply must one experience these undesirable aspects before the choice to move on is clear?  The answer is as individual as we are.  It is, without exception, relative to the terms that each and every one of us determines in order to reach our own desired level of understanding.

Apparently, I have chosen the thousand-year plan.  It has taken me approximately that long to surrender to my fears and stop fighting the aspects of doubt that I have held in some sort of enshrined collection to gaze upon.  I believe that I have gathered quite a sufficient supply.  It is more than enough for me to completely, deeply, and most profoundly acknowledge and allow the full weight of its impact to be felt.  After a thousand years, the mountain has finally reached the level of understanding that I require in order to move on.

Please don’t bring me any more interesting rocks that you picked up for me while you were on vacation.  Attractive as they may be, those beautiful rocks are just as appealing right where they are.  I appreciate the thought, but my rock collecting days are over.

Picture This…

Your future is being formed right at this very moment by you.  Many people find that hard to believe since from the very moment we were old enough to understand the concept of fate, we were offered a preconceived notion that someone more powerful than we are has control over all of our immediate circumstances.

I would concede that this is true if you are a child whose livelihood is dependent on the adults in your life.  It’s perfectly logical that a belief in predetermined fate can develop.  I would invite you to step out of the box for a moment and explore the possibility that any individual who may not be able to control the circumstances or characters of her current environment DOES possess complete control over how she responds to them.  It is this response to any circumstance that you may find yourself experiencing that I am offering the suggestion that your future, therefore your fate, can be orchestrated by you.

With the latest buzz surrounding the Law of Attraction, there are now thousands of valuable resources available to us in the form of books, online courses, seminars and various media sources that offer instruction in using the Universal Laws to attract our desires and ultimately shape our future.  This recent explosion of information is a good thing.  It indicates that we are collectively evolving to a higher level of consciousness.

My children would remind me that it is my generation that came forth to initiate this movement toward spiritual awakening, and it is their generation’s desire to assist us in expediting the process.  My generation spent most of our lives setting the stage, studying the scripts, experiencing the struggle, and discovering, learning and practicing the various methods available in order  to live our dreams.  Our kids are natural vision-achievers who seem to experience their desires in real time more often than not.  Although I admire their inherent abilities and confident nature, it is often baffling to me that they can do all that so easily and more efficiently than most of us were able to, and yet still not recognize that the cat litter box is burning everyone’s eyeballs in the house and really needs to be cleaned.

One cue that we can take from our kids is utilizing the power of our imagination.  Imagination is the bridge between the unconscious mind of the spiritual world and the conscious mind of the physical world.  Cultivating our ability to visualize what we wish for is an essential step in achieving our long and short term goals.

If you think that you have no imagination, try to relate to the mental images that you experience while dreaming.  The simple fact that you remember all or even some of those pictures when you wake up indicates that you have the capacity to create mental images.  Besides, if you’re still reading this post I’m willing to bet that you are not one of those people referred to in psychology as “thickly insulated,” meaning they seldom dream and when they do there is no recollection of it.

I’d like to share a technique with you that might assist in developing your ability to imagine things.  Our oldest daughter has been riding horses for the past 12 years.   I am a stay-at-home mom with an average middle-class income, so let me assure you right off the bat that excluding the initial financial contributions Mr. Bean and I struggled to provide in getting her started when she was younger, her father and I have had very little to do with the fact that Katarina now owns two thoroughbreds while attending college as a full-time student.  She ‘dreamed’ that she would someday own jumpers and now she does.  Besides being a resourceful and driven first-born, there was definitely some goal imagery in play.  As an aspiring trainer, Kat participates in equestrian events for the specific purpose of building her business by recruiting more students.  In order to make the best of her financial investment which includes show fees, proper riding apparel, transportation and other amenities, it helps if the horse and rider are having a ‘good day’ when it’s time to get in the ring.  One way to ensure this (besides real world practice) is to ’see’ the performance going well in her head.

Now here’s the part where most people will falter when employing visualization techniques to produce a desired outcome.  Even though you may have a clear picture of what you would like to occur in real time, you have to move the image out of your mind by projecting the scene into the real world.  In other words, you have to stop trying to cram it all inside your head and make it BIG.  Think of the scene actually taking place outside of yourself.  This process of projection is one of the key elements in creating the energy necessary to manifest your desired picture on the real-life screen, so to speak.  Kat has to stop trying to reduce the show ring, herself, and the poor horse to the size of a thumbnail print inside of her skull and project it onto the wide screen where she’d like it to take place.

If this all sounds a little too mystical for you it’s because that’s exactly what it is.  Mystical principles are what witches use to practice visualizing their dreams in order to make them their reality.  And that’s why you’re here visiting with me, right?