Introspection – Clothes Make the Career Mindset

A well organized closet is a double-edged sword.  – Elizabeth

I’ve had a lifelong love-hate relationship with closets.  

When I was very young I had to share a very small closet with a sibling.  Because it really was too small to be functional a lot of stuff ended up getting shoved under beds in the room we shared.  

More than a feng shui no-no it was a great way to lose small items like socks.

In my early teens I had a closet that was bare.

And I mean bare.  Not better times in life.

In that case I pushed everything to one side and kept the sliding door closed over the other so it didn’t seem quite as empty.

In high school it became a place to put not only clothes but posters and other visual aids that inspired creativity.

Paving the way for my novels to become reality.

Closet Normal.  

Once I was fully entrenched in corporate my closet found itself organized for the simple fact every piece in it had a purpose.

Since many suits and blouses were Christmas and birthday gifts it also served as incentive to smile every time I looked inside.  

It also reminded me of a brilliant colleague – who left corporate to become a full-time writer – who advised me on dressing for the job I wanted not the one I had. 

 Thank you MT!

Tweaks Thanks to Advice from Mom.  

I’d just moved back to the Midwest from Silicon Valley, my closet filled with a hodge podge of Caliornia stuff alongside suits.

Messy – like my state of mind at that point.

My mom told me of a TV show on which a guest who was a professional organizer explained that most people wear 20% of their outfits 80% of the time.  Armed with that I did the first major wardrobe purge of my life.

I’d always donated what I outgrew or no longer needed but taking a hard look at what I truly wore was something I hadn’t done before.

Career Identity – The Clothing Evolution

Life in Silicon Valley – corporate clothing wise – was always more casual than the Midwest.

My first day of work in Santa Clara I ran into a sales guy in shorts, tank top, flip flops and sunglasses.  When I asked if he was on vacation he laughed and explained he was on his way to Intel and that his attire was not only right it was what he would see at his customer as well.

Rather than get rid of perfectly good suits I swapped out the skirts and pants for jeans.  

Colleagues would often say “You can take the girl out of the Midwest…” in response to my formal attire.

Career Identity Trouble Brews

Though I left corporate to pursue writing full-time I kept all the beautiful suits.  Unfortunately, wearing them to work on a novel didn’t feel right.

Or comfortable.

Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, however, felt too casual and stymied my creativity.

I didn’t feel like I was working.

About a year and a half later I decided to donate my suits.

I wasn’t wearing them and seeing them in the closet was keeping me stuck between my old career and my new one.

Career Identity Trouble Intensifies.

This was the beginning of a years long wrestle with my career wardrobe as every time I looked in my closet I felt confused.

And inadequate.

No Goldilocks In Sight.

I vascillated between overly formal which killed my ability to be creative…

Stemming no doubt from being physically uncomfortable/feeling physically confined.

And feeling like a bum because I was dressed so casually…

Inhibiting my ability to take my writing career as seriously as I had my corporate one.

Changes Outside Inside

Aaron supported me as I tried multiple versions of wardrobe pieces, taking effort to explain that in the time since I left corporate, things had become even more casual in terms of work wardrobe.

What I remembered from when I was there was no longer en Vogue.

For all his support, my psyche was still caught in conflict.

Too formal V. Too casual.

Irony

Perhaps the biggest irony is this now being an issue for thousands thanks to the Work From Home wave brought on by the pandemic.

Changes Inside Outside

The Closet Speaks

I’ve come to see recently that my closet was always a reflection of where I was along life’s path.  In terms of my career I have been successful in having what I needed but only this weekend past did I see that I have what I wanted, a wardrobe that reflects who I am – career-wise. Specifically, I came to see my casual work wardrobe has evolved as I have.

Career wise.

Over the past 2 or so years I’ve worked in pajamas, jeans, and t-shirts associated with the various series.

I’ve also put on more formal tops if the Muse moved me.

Though I understand the more comfortable I am the more likely the words will flow, it’s how I see myself as the writer that should drive what I wear.

It’s Attitude not Clothes!

There was a time when wearing pajamas and working on the couch got me down because I felt I shouldn’t do it.  It didn’t matter that I was highly prolific.  My mind was stuck back in corporate thinking What would people think if they saw me?

Slacker anyone?

Over recent months as I’ve made changes on my website and to my project calendar I have further tweaked my wardrobe to better reflect the changes that were every bit as internal as external. 

The Weekend Breakthrough.

This weekend past I spent time in a closet that was already cleaned and organized to see what if anything was tied to the old writer me.  I then took any items I felt fit that bill and put them into a donate bag.  

The idea being let go of what no longer serves.

Though I know that I, like my career, am still evolving, at least I will be journeying with less baggage.

Fewer items holding me in a place I have not been in a long time.

Interestingly, the most important work was done before I went through the closet.

Internally.

I needed to come to peace with who I have become in the years since leaving corporate long before thinning the wardrobe.

Be well and journey light!

END OF YEAR TRADITIONS

I wanted to take a moment this holiday week and let everyone know how thankful I am for my readers.

And visitors to this site!

I am also thankful not only to my team but to all of those at WordPress, Smashwords, and other organizations who make this all possible.

I hope everyone has a peaceful and happy Thanksgiving week.  

Update

I will be offline for a bit.

Though I may be inspired to write a post.

I continue to work on projects but will be using the coming weeks to do a bit of introspection and self-evaluation.

This end-of-year tradition is a significant part of career planning.  

After a hectic 13 months I consider this a well-deserved and much needed break.

I will post and/or provide updates as appropriate but for now…

Happy Holidays 2022!

MANIFESTING: LET THE DUST SETTLE

The previous two weeks have been Feng Shui on steroids as I cleared out the old to make way for the new and boy did I feel it!

I was removing colorful candles set on a mirror and got  an energetic shock.  Highly unpleasant.

The process was a bit like pulling the thread on a sweater and while I had a super hero friend advise that I may not want to pull on that thread, I knew delaying it wasn’t going to make it any easier.

Sometimes it’s better to rip the band-aid off quickly than slowly peeling that adhesive.

Though I’ve had lots of experience with the benefits of clearing and organizing I was surprised to find that sometimes things doing the most damage are not in plain sight!  Deciding to leave no stone unturned in my efforts to realize a special goal, I rifled through drawers and opened cabinets, separating into a toss or donate pile.  The process took a few days and the evening of the day where the troublesome objects hidden from sight were gone – mostly in the trash – I felt wonderful.

As if the weight of the world had been lifted.

The next day Aaron and I took everything in the trunk to the donate location and went to a local trash and recycle center to get rid of the rest.  Strangely enough though I felt wonderful on an intellectual level, I no longer had that awesome feeling physically.

It wasn’t regrets, it was the fact that I’d basically yanked the energetic tablecloth off and things had to settle, and yes, some of the stuff went crashing to the floor.  But it had to.

Letting Go.

I’ve never been much for sentimentality.

Probably comes from having lived with a pack rat of a father and/or listening to various  relatives lament “But I might use/need it some day!”

It also comes from being raised in a family, faith, and community that was big on supporting those less fortunate.

We would sponsor a family and buy them either a Thanskgiving or Christmas dinner.  My brother and I went with our parents to deliver so we could understand the love and value of giving.

It isn’t always objects that need to be let go of.  There are times when we outgrow a location, a relationship, a job, or any other number of energetically impactful situations and while some are easier to let go of than others, most of us don’t take the time after to let the energetic dust settle.

We may freak out at the empty shelves or drawers or cupboards and buy more “stuff” to fill them.

In my current situation since it’s a career goal I’m working toward I needed to see where in that area I needed to let go.

Some future projects were axed.

What I found very telling was that I didn’t feel the slightest bit of panic in taking actions that backed up the intention of realizing the goal.

It’s important to clear out what no longer serves to make space for what you wish to come in.

I also didn’t feel an energetic high.  It was more a solid inner conviction that I’d done the right thing.

A Funny Thing.

Interestingly, I discovered that just as with those items hidden from sight there were career related items and situations that had become a dark cloud over my life – and I didn’t even know it until they were gone.

This includes files not only on the computer but in various backup locations!

I spent a good deal of yesterday deleting old files.

Space Freed Up!

Though I’m not one to go looking for stuff to fill empty shelves, I do have a tendency to jump into the next project as soon as one is finished.

Which is how I got so burned out to begin with.

Recognizing the need to let the energetic dust settle I considered where else dark clouds may be lurking out of sight.  

Next Stop?  Kindle!

I generally keep my Kindle library pretty lean and mean with majority of the ebooks in there fiction rereads from my favorite authors.  However, sprinkled in were a few books on various aspects of manifesting and/or otherwise improving your life and while these books are generally upbeat something told me it was time to let them go.  The only ones I raised my eyebrows with were purchases made very recently.

As in “I just got these!”

In one case I hadn’t even finished the book!

And I was enjoying it!

At the same time, I felt as if God was whispering the words “Trust me” into my soul so I went ahead and let go.

Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to add a few more read-for-pure-pleasure books into my library I went to Amazon and while I did find a couple of rereads to add to my collection, I also found an intriguing book along the same subject of the ones I’d just deleted.  I downloaded a sample.

I hadn’t even read four pages when I knew I needed to read the entire book.  What jumped out was the author pointing out that before we can manifest goals, we need to let go of what may be hindering our efforts.

Exactly what I’ve been working on for the previous 2 weeks!

After reading a few more pages this morning I was convinced following that guidance was the right thing. 

But Wait!  There’s More!

While I don’t see meaning in every shooting star I do acknowledge the beautiful synchronicities the Universe puts in my path.  More, I acknowledge them and thank God and his angels, including earth angels, for reminding me I’m not alone in my efforts.  This time was no different.

What stood out was that the author’s words mirrored my thoughts and the material came just when I needed it.  

Acknowledging the good fortune of finding a book that would help me in this stage of the journey toward realizing my goal I went to my desk and started working.  Content the day would unfold as it needed to I didn’t immediately start a specific task.

Such as a blog post I knew I would eventually write – when the time was right and I had my thoughts collected.

No sooner had I made that decision – to remain relaxed and wait for the words – when I found myself looking at an article that addressed something that has been on my mind in tandem with my efforts.  My immediate thought?  Of course.

Because I acknowledged the gift of the book, I was given another gift and upon sending a quick thank you and reading through that gift [article] I got insight into why I was advised to let go of those other books on the same subject.

Now Hear This!  

As a clairaudient who is also a clairsentient I sometimes have trouble figuring which came first, hearing something or knowing/feeling it.  What I do know is that the answer came in both forms fairly simultaneously.

“That author was overly complicating things.”

That was the first message.  When I thought on it a bit I nodded and acknowledged the insight after which I heard, “And besides, you’ve been doing just fine doing the inner work your way.”

It was then pointed out that I’d been studying the subject for decades.

Going all the way back to when I would ask nuns and priests about praying and asking for help for material goods.

The more I thought about the two revelations the more it made sense.  There was nothing wrong with those other books.  They were just overly complicating what is actually a pretty straight-forward process.

Perhaps more important, however, was acknowledging my own skill in this area.

Reading the step-by-step instructions wouldn’t be a good use of time for someone who could teach a class on it.

If that makes a few readers raise their eyebrows as in “If you could teach it why do you need to …?”

Everyone including teachers have lessons in life to learn.

The book I purchased last night is written in a way that speaks to me at this stage of my life and for that I am grateful it came into my sphere of awareness.  

As for everything else I’ve been doing.  I have a few tasks left in terms of letting go but of more value is the knowledge and acceptance that I need to let the energetic dust settle before moving forward.

As I’ve been writing – when it comes to manifesting dreams, it’s a process.

Be well!

MANIFESTING: SURPRISES ALONG THE WAY

Note: Longer post.

Deciding on a goal to manifest really can be a bit of a chicken or the egg” proposition.  That’s because sometimes a need drives the decision to make a change and you may not have realized on a conscious level the need existed.

Your higher conscious knows something has to change but it may take awhile to get from your heart to your head.

Several months ago I wrote about setting a few career goals   Turns out the path I set myself on to realizing those goals is nothing like what I imagined.

Little did I know what I was in for.

Having manifested a number of goals throughout my adult life I set down the path with some pre-conceived ideas of how to go about things.  This included visualization, and writing down what it was I wanted.

Ala Write It Down, Make It Happen and It Works style.

I have come to see the benefit of the first is learning there is no wrong way to go about writing your goals.  The benefit of the second is that frequently looking at a list of goals helps you stay focused on tasks in support of the goals.  

Turns out I had a lot of inner work to do before I could get where I was headed.  The changes and tweaks I made along the path of that inner work was not only exhausting, it was confusing.

When you are in the midst of turning the boat around and waves are coming over the side from the storm it can feel like you are making no progress except heading for a shipwreck.

More than once I felt despair because of the chaos in my life; chaos I felt was keeping me from working toward my goal.

The chaos had nothing to do with my career goals!

It was only in recent weeks that I came to see the chaos was part of the process.  It forced me to address various issues that would have come back to cause problems if not addressed up front.

In other words, if I didn’t address the situation ahead of time it would stand in the way of my attaining and/or maintaining goal success.

How Did I Get Here?

It was as I was putting the final touches on a few projects related to the goal that I came to see a number of seeming coincidences led to the clearing of several impediments.  I believe the coincidences came because I put sincere intent into the goal and the universe noticed.

I was at a point where I felt as if I’d been dragged through the mud but rather than throw my hands up I doubled down and looked for a way forward, finding it in a very cool book.

Royce’s book was a shot of optimism and helped me reframe the previous months’ chaos as part of the process.  Feeling better I reached out to a wise friend across the country and in so doing set the stage for the next part of the journey.

I was just wishing her a happy birthday but the subsequent back and forth led to several mini victories.

As a result of several email exchanges I looked at my life through a variety of lenses and saw that a few things needed tweaking.  As these tweaks had nothing to do with my career goals I didn’t put it together they, too, were part of the process.  Until…

Making the feng shui tweaks – originally set to address the non-career goal issues that needed addressing – led to my seeing where I’d gone wrong with the tweaks in the career area.  Next thing I know I’ve made a series of sweeping changes that showed me the path to the career goals includes taking care of business as my dad is wont to say in every area that needs to be healthy in order to support the career goals.

Physical, mental, and emotional well-being among others.

What really stood out in the previous few days was how little angst there was with the changes I needed to make.  I think my head finally caught up to the truth that if I allow my heart to lead I’ll get down the path with a lot fewer bumps.

A Thumbs Up

From the universe.

This morning I started a new routine to start off this new phase of the journey and though I felt confident, I also felt a bit worn out.

I’ve done an incredible amount of mental and emotional housecleaning in the past two weeks.

Barista Boo Boo

As if in a show of universal support for my commitment, an error at the local Starbucks netted me two extra dopios.  Accepting the gift I continued down the path of manifesting, smiling because even chaos can be a happy surprise that marks progress.  You just have to let yourself see it that way.

Be well!

MANIFESTING THE MORNING SHOW

As I seem to be on a positive roll I will share another piece of the Manifesting puzzle.

It’s a puzzle only in that there are a number of methods and finding one that works for you can take time.

One  Thing Leads to Another – The Fixx

I’ve written how shortly after restarting my meditation/prayer of thanks before bed routine helpful resources found their way into my sphere of awareness.

I never stopped thanking God at night and in the morning.  I just traded meditating for reviewing book plots which didn’t achieve the same results – at all.

These resources along with my new routine led to making other decisions that would – hopefully – bring more positive experiences.  One of those was something I called Tune the Dial.

Good Intentions

I wrote how the first line on my white board was Tune the Dial and the image of a sailboat to remind me of one potential good thought to focus on, the idea being I would start my day on a high note.  For awhile it worked.

Familiarity…

After a few weeks the words faded into the background and while I tried to keep up the momentum, it lost its punch.  I knew I had to do something but had more pressing and far more stressful concerns to deal with so I sent it to the back burner.

A series of signposts helped me reset the dial.

Which shows the benefits of sticking with the plan even if you hit a plateau.

This morning I circled back around to the friend who inspired the tune the dial and while writing an email to her came up with a new take on the same concept.

Morning Show!

In closing, I thanked her for being my morning show.  Obviously, this is related to tuning the frequency but in stating it that way – morning show – I was reminded of the days when I used to commute to work and listened to the radio.

I also remembered listening to the Stoney and WoJo show in Detroit on Saturdays while driving out to Kensington Metro Park for a morning hike.

It’s possible radio shows were on my mind because of what recently went down with KGO but the association of someone making your morning was set in mind and, having had a long history – I commuted for many many years – was a perfect fit for replacing Tune the Dial.

A radio show has a variety of topics so it isn’t static.  That alone made it a better fit than Tune the Dial.

One thing I can say with happy certainty.  When it comes to manifesting putting the energy out there by taking that first step reaps continuous rewards as the path before you is illuminated slowly but surely.

Step by step.

Be well

BREAK INERTIA VIA SCRIPTING

Taking a break from Compass Rose to get in a little nonfiction.

I’ve been splitting my energies between the two since grade school when I started writing short stories in my notebook whenever class got boring, a tradition I carried through to boring corporate meetings.

It’s a welcome break.  

Rewriting a paragraph over and over because one word doesn’t sound right gets tedious.

Breakthrough

I’ve written previously I’ve been trying a new manifesting technique and while I obtained early success, I’m taking time to write about another observed benefit.

After a week of diligently doing the work I noticed I’d broken through two walls of inertia, one of which had to do with trying to get back to fiction after almost a year of non.

The other was a habit I was trying to change.

I have a theory as to why this technique worked for the inertia.  To put in context, it’s documented that those who start their days with a to-do list generally accomplish more than those who do not.

Some write the list the evening before whereas others do it first thing in the morning.

I am not a to-do list person unless I have to go shopping.

Which I detest.

The process outlined in Royce’s book is similar to starting one’s day with a to-do list.

The actual scripting is somewhat like planting subliminal messages, all but guaranteeing you will carry out what you’ve forecasted.

In my lists and scripts I mention a variety of goals, two of which sprung from the fact inertia was keeping me from making progress.  Next thing I know it’s all flowing.

I highly recommend readers who are passionate about achieving and growing consider adding Royce’s book to their collection of supportive resources.

No, he isn’t paying me for the PR.

EMF UPDATE

After quite a bit of frustration and no small amount of suffering, I figured out what’s behind the whole dizzy thing.  As usual, it’s complicated.

It’s also related to my nemesis, calcium.

It started with Vitamin D.

Picture a teeter-totter with Vitamin D on one side and calcium on the other.  Under ideal circumstances, our bodies would, after exposure to UV rays, produce enough vitamin D to keep calcium in check.  Thanks to a number of factors that include wearing sunscreen that blocks those critical UV rays and mowing on too much calcium via supplements and other enriched sources, and you end up with a whole host of physical issues thanks to the electrolyte balance being out of whack.

Incidentally, none of this applies to me. My issues with calcium stem from other causes.

Calcium is one of 5 electrolytes that remain balanced relative to one another.  

Throw one off one you throw off all.  

Viitamin D directly affects calcium.

For this reason I believe Vitamin D should be considered the 6th electrolyte.

I’ve written that excess calcium, a metal, causes a variety of EMF Sensitivity issues.

Particularly Sensitivity to GMFs.

To make a long story short I was taking Vitamin D, drinking wine instead of champagne, and getting plenty of UV exposure.  Why does this matter?  Each one puts calcium into the body’s system.

Like piling snow in a parking lot filled with mountains of it.

My system couldn’t keep up with the load because I’d switched from champagne which is key to dealing with calcium toxicity so I ended up with a very uncomfortable situation.

Psi Is Off

I did not have Sensitivity to tech or any of the other typical Pillars.

Per se.

I experienced a very wild psi phenomenon where I had a weird sensation similar to vertigo follwed immediately by a premonition.

Vignettes of information pertinent to me, they always came true within days.

As I wound my way through the trial and error of troubleshooting I learned some pretty interesting tidbits about what affects the Esoteric Pillar of EMF Sensitivity.

Psi.

I will be putting that information into the upcoming Psi App.  For now I’d like to leave readers and visitors with a word of warning.  Consider how the foods, beverages, and supplements (if not medications) in your life may all be doing a version of the same thing.

Too much can be harmful!

Be well!

STIR THE MAGICK: CONNECTING TO THE UNIVERSE

Note:  Long

It’s been an incredibly magickal 18 hours.

I add the “k” because in my mind magic is associated with FX and Disney.  Add the k for the real stuff like manifesting!

Visualization and manifesting has been on my mind recently, not because I have goals – which I do – but because I’ve noticed how much of my environment and my life I visualized decades ago and then forgot about.

The whole Wouldn’t It Be Cool … ?

The view I have from my desk is identical to a magazine image I had on a different desk 11 years ago.

We were living in Scottsdale and because we knew it would be temporary were thinking of where to go next.  Thanks to my efforts with EMF Sensitivity, California was back on the possibilities map.  

Aaron and I loved So Cal and had visited San Diego for years, even before we were married, so that was high on the list.  But what type of dwelling?  Unable to nail it down I had two separate very different images on my desk.  One was a couple in a luxury high-rise.  The other was of a hallway near the stairwell of a house. 

 One was glamour and the other cozy.  

I liked both and could easily see us living in either.

I could not make up my mind so I left both images on the desk and gave it up to God.

We moved from that home to a condo in a luxury high-rise in San Diego.

The unit was identical to one I’d  seen in dreams off and on since long before I met Aaron.

We moved and then moved again and at one point I positioned my desk in a specific part of the house we now live in only to see it was an exact match for the other image.

Even the paint color is a match!

I was sitting on the sofa last night and noticing all the items and scenarios in my life I’d thought would be good or cool to have – and now I do.

Decades ago I was touring a model home in Ohio and saw a fireplace configuration I thought would be cool.  There is one of that exact configuration in my house!

I then considered the position Aaron and I were in on the sofa last night as we sat companionably, each doing our thing 

I was reading and he was playing some sort of game in between checking on the Browns score.

It was another would be good thing from childhood!

I used to spend the night at my paternal grandparents who I felt had a good marriage.  They would sit on the sofa at night each doing their thing – though my grandfather generally did the WSJ or some work rather than playing a game – unless it was the NY Times Crossword puzzle.  I remember thinking it would be nice to have that kind of marriage – where two people could sit in companionable silence and be together in peace.  I have that!

It felt good to see so much of what I wanted in life in my life though there has been one thing that’s bugged me for awhile.

A specific goal I’m having difficulty with.

Practice Is Englightening

I’ve written I began meditating again and it has led to all sorts of goodies including a new spin on a manifesting technique.  I immediately saw results with this technique which didn’t surprise me because I spent years doing similar work.  In spite of this I was having difficulty working on this one elusive goal.

Yesterday, as Aaron and I walked, I gave voice to my frustrations and concerns on this topic and he agreed to think on it and see if he could come up with any ideas.  At the same time I wasn’t going to sit around doing nothing.  

As I saw all the things and situations I’d created without really making an effort outside thinking decades ago it would be nice, it occurred to me that the reason I have been having such a challenge is because I already have the outcome of the goal.

I painted the journey but the universe tweaked the colors and the style of my image.

Deciding I would give it more thought today I went to bed.  As I was walking up the stairs, I asked God for help.

I told Him I didn’t like doubting myself or feeling scared about this topic and if there was anything He could do to help I would appreciate it.

Before bed, after the prayers of thanks, I had a random thought about an organization that might be of some help go through my mind.  Deciding I’d look into the situation today I cleared my mind and went to sleep.

This morning I had an email from the the organization.

I have not kept up my membership and hadn’t heard from them in 7 years!

The email contained information that addressed my exact goal – verbatim.

Stunned, I quickly thanked God.

Message received!

I’ll admit even for me this was a big one.  I had to just sit with it for awhile.

There is no way I could not interpret this as a direct answer to a prayer!

I put it in the context of a number of issues that have been resolved since reengaging in meditation and concluded that when you stir that magickal pot the universe conspires to help you.

So long as you marry action to intention.

Give it a try!

Magick awaits!

MEDITATION: NOT ALL MENTAL MOVIES DO THE TRICK

In my early – mid 20s I dated a guy who was big into meditation.  When stress hit my life like a tsunami he suggested I give it a try. Unfortunately, I could never manage to quiet what various meditation teachers refer to as the monkey mind.

All the chatter that rears its head when you try to experience a moment of stillness.

I read up on and researched various techniques but nothing ever worked consistently.

That monkey mind never stopped chattering away.

He eventually suggested I just give up since it was frustrating me to no end.  Though disappointed I agreed it was the path of least resistence.

I was stressing myself out about it which more or less defeats the purpose of meditating to relax.

I did have a bit of success in what I call walking meditation but it is kind of cheating since I did not quiet my mind during those winter walks.

I used the time walking those winter nights to sift through my life and see where changes needed to be made.

A break-thru came when I bought Dr. Taub’s Seven Steps to Self-Healing Pack.

I’d never heard of guided meditation but listening to those tapes showed me that even those with chatty minds can meditate.

Silva Icing.

In 2000 I took the Silva Basic Lecture Series from a lovely woman in Akron, OH.

Aaron, who used to listen to the Dr. Taub tapes alongside me at night agreed to go with me.

For years I did a kluged version of guided meditation based on imagery from the tapes as well as whatever I produced on my mental screen during Silva.

Creative Visualization – Not

Starting in 2017 I switched from the scripted meditation I had been using for years to reviewing my novels before bed.  

I had become proficient in creating vivid images while picturing characters, locations, scenes, so it seemed like a good idea.

For the next several years I spent evenings reviewing scenes from various books in my mind and though it generally helped me fall asleep it hid a problem.

It wasn’t having the same beneficial effects as guided meditation!

This might have gone on indefinitely were it not for a series of emails between a friend in Florida and myself.  Rereading my words a few days after I sent them made me see I needed some serious change in my life.

I wrote about this in the Tune the Dial post.

To marry action to intention I began doing my old meditation routine in place of general mental movies.  Immediately, my life began to change.

Especially my health which needed tweaking.

My energy levels went up within days and that led to reguarly engaging in exercise which led to more energy which led to…

You get the idea.

In addition to physical benefits the universe began putting in a helping hand in the form of books coming into my possession at the right time.

I think it was seeing I was serious about improving my life – not just talking about it.

I’ll admit it was tough to get back into the routine of guided meditation, not because I had trouble quitting the review of novel plots before bed but because I was so rusty at the routine I’d done for years.

Persistance Pays Off.

Knowing it would all fall into place if I kept at it I kept at it.

And life continued to improve.

The plan is to keep up routines that help me achieve various health and well-being goals.

Routines that begin with the nightly guided meditation, one that includes prayers of thanksgiving.

The Take-Away?

I learned the hard way not all mental movies achieve a state of relaxation and that guided meditation is as beneficial as TM.

Especially for those of us with chattier minds.

Note:  That Monkey Mind

I long ago earned the distinction of always thinking but there was, I now realize, something else going on; something that interfered with my ability to still my chatty multi-tasking mind.

Birth Control Pills and Copper

Birth control pills have been linked to a buildup of copper.  Excess copper can cause chatty racy mind.

Taking zinc and potassium can help but until and unless there is nutritional balance, it may continue to be a challenge to quiet the mind.

I’m sure other medications can have this as a side effect.

MANIFESTING: ACKNOWLEDGE THE WOWS

Note: Long

But worth it!

When it came to manifesting I was not a believer.

I associated manifesting with prayers and that led to all sorts of conflicts along the lines of why do some prayers get answered and others not.

It’s a Miracle!

I began to accept the possibility of answered prayers after the brain surgery.  

After all, over and over I heard it was a miracle I was alive!

Many people including the neursurgeon who saved my life shared personal stories, some of which defied explanation.

Including the fact after a feather from Fr. Solanus Casey’s pillow was placed in my paralyzed left hand I curled my fingers around it.

Please Stop!

By the time I was sixteen I was sick of hearing everyone else’s miraculous take on my trauma, and in spite of the stories, was no closer to believing the whole manifesting thing – for me.

Yes, I was alive but there were a number of circumstances that left me in a bad spot – attitude wise – for manifesting belief.

It Starts Small

One of my aunts picked up on my frustration.

Probably through the family gossip – I mean grapevine.

We were at her house for a post-Thanksgiving meal of spaghetti when she drew me aside and asked straight out if I believed in miracles.  

You can imagine my reaction.

Without waiting for an answer she told me she was an atheist turned agnostic until …

A miracle?

Ha ha – kind of.

Prayer Revisited

She asked if I’d ever heard of Novinas.

Nope.

She then shared someone gave her the Novena to St. Therese of the Little Flower when she was going through a particularly rough patch and that, desperate, she performed it in good faith.  

It isn’t that it worked so much as what it did to her and how that led to a conversation that changed things for me that is at hand here.

She said, “I don’t know what to think.  Was it a coincidence?  Did my belief factor into it?  My desperation?”

All questions that could be voiced with manifestation successes.

We had a really good analytical [read logical] discussion about it wherein I told her she needed to make up her own mind about what took place.

What Are The Chances?

I related the story to a couple of colleagues at work the following week.  

All techies and most engineers though not necessarily atheists or agnostics.

Of Note: This was the first time I had more than a passing interest in the possibility a desire could come to be by wishing/wanting/praying and believing it was possible.

Ahhh, that sticking point.  Was it possible or was it a coincidence?

A Rose is a rose is…

One of the aspects of the discussion was the sighting of a rose as a sign the prayer had been granted.

Roses in Michigan, especially at that time of year, were pretty common given they were in yards, flower shops, even grocery store sections.

This led to the role of belief in bringing a desire to be since the likelihood of seeing a rose was high enough to put the manifestation in the unrelated to St. Therese’s intervention category.

A type of placebo effect made it happen.

What I gained from this conversation was a way to measure the miraculous.

What are the Chances?

It helps to be friends with a guy who understands statistics so well.

My partner in EMF and other incredible life-changing “crimes,” Aaron.

If I experience a manifesting I think incredible, I will ask him “What are the chances?”

Statistically.

It helps me put it all into the miracle perspective jar.

Because perspective is everything.

I think life got tired of me trying to trip it up that way because it began peppering things in that were so amazing I didn’t even bother asking Aaron the likelihood.

To Receive, Believe

If I look backward I can say with a fair amount of confidence it started when I acknowledged the wow.

Not everything that manifests is miraculous but a lot is wow!

The more I acknowledged the wows the more wows showed up in my life.

The Image of Proof

To give proper context to this particular example I need to explain that due to an argument between me and the celestial entity standing in my kitchen in 2016, I learned what many experts in the field of manifesting and visualization already understood

If you desire something, hold a picture of it in your mind.

Close But…

We were living in a house that was perfect for us at the time but change was coming and that meant we needed to change where we lived.

That’s related to another Metatron-image story I will be publishing on metatronsuniverse.com.

I love fireplaces and I live in a part of the country where – climate change aside – fireplaces make things comfortable in the winter.

Hauling wood from a face cord in snow (in your pajamas) in the middle of the night because the power is out and it’s your only heat source isn’t fun but damn you’re glad it’s available.

The wood burning stove we had was perfect for heating the house but lacked the ambiance I was after.

What Do You Think of This?

Around this time I was beta testing the Event Horizon App.  To my surprise it opened a channel of communication to the Psi Side.

A lot of what I write during a session is what I see in my Mind’s Eye and as images are the language in common – no need for translation – it makes sense he tapped into this to communicate with me.

The image he projected into my Mind’s Eye, one I described in great detail in the session, was the epitome of a writer’s cozy space.

This writer, at any point.

Among other amenities, it boasted a fireplace with a design that was right out of a scene for a book I was working on.

The Dude didn’t come straight out and ask, “Is this what you want?”  He only wanted to know what I thought of it.  As our conversations are generally in the language of metaphor I told him it was way cool in terms of coziness, then put it out of my mind.

It wasn’t something I was wishing for per se.  In fact I had never once imagined/visualized anything like it.

Life went on and we moved and though I tried a few different locations in the new digs, I chose a room that – energetically – was my Goldilocks spot for writing.

Laptop on lap.

I was working on a book in the same series when I realized the fireplace The Dude showed me years earlier was in my cozy writer space.

And yes, we definitely use it for heat when the power goes out in the winter!

The Miraculous?

It isn’t that an image seen in an EV Session years ago ended up in my new digs.  It’s that The Dude used our new communication skills – solved equation – to test the waters.

We proved that just as he taught me, a picture is worth a thousand words!

Manifesting gold!

Note: There are times we try for something that isn’t meant to be ours. This will be the subject of a future post.

NOT THAT I WANT THIS BUT WOULDN’T IT BE COOL?

Finally getting around to another piece dealing with manifesting.

I’ve got a lot of writing andirons in the fire these days.

It has to do with manifesting by proxy.

You get to enjoy something but you don’t have to live it.

Let me explain…

Especially since prevailing theory is you have to work for something.

A theory that, a Midwesterner by birth, I am more than familiar with.

It all started with the phrase Wouldn’t It Be Cool…?

Come on, you can’t be that surprised.

However, there is a bit of a twist.  

I didn’t actually want what I considered would be cool.

The Scene

I’m 7 and watching Jacques Cousteau on some docu-show on TV.  I was actually bored until my dad pointed out that the people he was working with were raising their kids not in a traditional sense like I was living but on the ocean.

“You mean that boat is their home?”

That boat was a gorgeous sailing yacht.

“But what about school?”

That led to an in-depth discussion about homeschooling and what living a nontraditional life can teach.

Wow

No boring school?  No nuns?  No stinky classroom that was ungodly hot in the late spring/early summer?  Cool!

Where do I sign up?

I can see why my dad was good in sales.  He has a way of presenting a vision that really draws you in.  However, he didn’t like to deal with the devil.  

You  know – the details?

Knowing this I wasn’t too keen on his version of how we’d make it work.  

Living on a rusted out abandoned oil tanker in the Louisiana bayou doesn’t compare with what I saw on TV.

My vision was – living space wise – a bit more traditional.

My dad subscribed to Yachting magazine for years and I would lay on my stomach in the living room listening to Rubber Soul or Emerson Lake and Palmer Works I and flipping through the pages.

I also frequently listened to Queen’s Night at the Opera.

I was fascinated by the images in the magazines.

I loved the creative utilization of space – even as I was confused.

“Where do they put the toys?”

My dad explained – by way of answer – the dramatic differences in lifestyle between someone living in a post World War II tract home in a Detroit blue-collar neighborhood and someone following a dream by living it.

He pointed out things I believed sacrifices – no room for toys – were not considered such by those living the dream.

That night I stared up in the dark and thought about the kind of people who raised their kids living on the sea with a boat for a home.  The more I thought about it the more I decided it was cool.

Very cool.

They weren’t afraid to do what it took to live their dream.

I decided such people were brave.

I admired them for not worrying about what the neighbors thought about what they were doing since it was different.

Something I heard endlessly at school, in the community, and in my family.  

That circled back to courage because it takes courage to go against the grain.

Think Jonathon Livingston Seagull, a story my dad used to read to me.

Though I loved the idea of traveling the world and I didn’t mind going against the grain, I didn’t want to live on the ocean.  That didn’t stop me from watching documentaries or reading sailing and yachting magazines or befriending people who owned boats.

We had a Criss-Craft for awhile and used to take it out regularly on various Michigan lakes, fishing and water skiing.

Fast Forward

I’ve done my share of traveling – and boating.

Have a few friends who own sailboats.

Wouldn’t It Be Cool – By Proxy

Not only do I have friends who own various boats including sailboats, I know some who live on their boats.

One couple I know lives part of the year on a houseboat up in Alaska tagging ocean critters for research and conservation purposes.

Most incredible is that I know a family living the Jacques Cousteau way.

They make their living a little differently but they are living their dream in the way I always thought would be cool.

Even as I didn’t want it for myself.

When I first met them I felt an immediate rapport.  So many of our views about living a nontraditional lifestyle were in sync.

I like to say we did on land what they do on the ocean.

I told them I felt as if in meeting them I’d met celebrities from a childhood dream.

They are the most wonderful upbeat people living a wonderful dream.

A dream they built together.

Tune the Dial

I’ve mentioned the first line on my white board is Tune the Dial to remind me to start my day thinking about something or someone positive.  I also have a little drawing of a sailboat as a symbol of this family who followed their dream.

A dream more than a few people thought they were nuts for pursuing.

Thinking of them puts a smile on my face because thinking of them is thinking of what I admire.

Following their hearts and living their dream courageously.

They are the perfect inspiration but more, they are a manifestation from my youth.

One I can enjoy even though I didn’t do the work – living on the water.

Now isn’t that cool?