Boy did I open a can of manifesting worms.
It all started several months ago when I suggested to a friend going through a rough patch to go back to a time when he successfully pulled himself out of one and see if there were any tools or strategies he could tap to help with the current situation. At the time, I mentioned I was doing exactly that by pulling out visualization and meditation strategies I’d used successfuly some 30 years earlier.
If only I’d known where that would lead…
Shortly after restarting the meditation/prayer ritual I was guided to a book on scripting the life you want. The book is upbeat, well written, and described a unique method I was eager to try.
Early successes helped me have faith in my decision to try something different for manifesting a few specific goals that have remained somewhat elusive. When things seemed to come to a halt I didn’t panic.
The author includes things to try when this happens.
After a couple of weeks I noticed something interesting. Though the goal itself didn’t seem to be closer to manifesting, I was seeing what appear to be signposts along the path to that goal.
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The first signpost entered with quite the drama. I was lying in bed about a month ago, thinking about my goal through the filter of serious doubt.
As in maybe I’m not meant to have this.
Before falling asleep I asked God to send me a message that would either confirm – or not – whether this was the case.
The next morning I got an email from an organization that I used to belong to about a class that would definitely help me manifest my goal.
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The class, which I attended this past Saturday, was everything I needed it to be.
In terms of my goal I felt as if I’d come home.
Empowered with not only new tools but knowledge that work I’ve done til now most definitely laid a strong foundation for achieving these goals, I sat in my living room and tried to relax.
My mind was teeming with ideas but I knew I needed to fully absorb everything I’d picked up in the Master Class attended via Zoom.
I was scrolling through the sports section of Apple News when I came across an article about a female baseball player that resonated with another challenge I was pondering.
One related to my goal.
Reading how she approached her dream was inspirational, to say the least.
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Sunday afternoon I began reading a book I’d purchased months ago but set aside.
If I push myself to absorb too much nonfiction, even if I know it will be helpful, it will leak out. So, I pace myself.
Tools and strategies given in the first five chapters, paired with what I learned in the Master Class soon had me jumping out of my skin with ideas for my goals. Deciding it was wise to get these ideas on paper I grabbed a notebook and set out to an offsite location where I could sit and contemplate everything I’d learned.
And write out what was working, what wasn’t, and what I could do to fix what wasn’t.
Things were going along when I got off track.
Badly enough that I felt I undid a lot of the good of the previous 36 hours.
One thing I’m good at is beating on myself for getting off track.
I disappointed myself in a major way.
I did, however, take time to evaluate what happened and what I could have done better.
Turns out getting off track is a blessing in disguise because it revealed a pretty big vulnerability that will keep me from reaching my goal.
Or at the very least, keep me from sustaining it if I do achieve it before dealing with this vulnerability.
I talked things over with Aaron who then suggested we get out of Dodge for a bit. As it’s a beautiful sunny autumn day and I was feeling pretty down on myself, I agreed. An irony is that the destination he suggested is notoriously haunted. Deciding it was a great opportunity to test my decision of turning off/down the psi I mentally prepared myself for a relaxing time.
I’m happy to say nothing paranormally-tinged happened this time.
On our previous trip which was over a year ago, I had a ghost come up to me and tell me she thought it incredibly rude that people came just to stare at her house.
On the way home I considered how I might pull myself out of my doldrums.
I am still beating up on myself for letting myself down.
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I decided to consider the lesson that came out of the experience in the context of being another signpost on the path to my goal.
If I hadn’t been made aware of it it would have got me into trouble somewhere down the road.
When I considered it like that and put it in the same context of the Master Class, the article, and the helpful book, I was able to see it’s an event that not only will help me achieve my goal but that is further evidence my manifesting efforts are working.
It’s also a great reminder to see the wonder in events, big and small.