31 May 2017

I have some "funny" stories on manifesting... ONE: "The Burlington Trip"

       So... I had these brochures, five years ago. They were for what I remember calling "the Burlington aquarium" and Ausable Chasm. I had them, with some others, pinned up on the poster sized, framed cork board in the living room. These two were bull-clipped together, though. I called it, "The Burlington Trip". I had this vision of taking my kid on an epic adventure road trip, paralleling our own state on a journey up, well to Burlington! Not for any purpose, really, except just because. Oh, but here was the thing that linked these two things, primarily geographically, which I had thought would make a fun loop of it all- the brochure for the Ferry was clipped to the Burlington two. We would park the car on the boat and enjoy the ferry across from Vermont, to Ausable. There we would camp and hike and explore and have a fire pit.  It would be a trip to remember.

But back then, Carla was still alive. Then she died. Things changed. Life changed. All of those little, old dreams seemed like they just weren't meant to happen. (You can just go back and read about any of those years.) Time passed.
       So, a couple of years ago, I looked over the old cork board, which by now is hung on the hallway facing side of my bedroom door. There were various notes-to-self on scraps of clean paper, dated and pinned overlapping all over the board, the travel board, sort of. And I unpinned every single brochure, tore them up into un-re-tape-able sized pieces and recycled them. "Fuck it." I said.
       Well, of course that's what I said, because that is what I say when I am officially letting something fly back out into the wind. Things get blocked from my path for various reasons. Just because I know that doesn't mean that I am always in the know as to why something that I think that I really, really want right now is not coming into my experience, right then. When I let go of this trip that I wanted to do so bad, I just figured it just simply wasn't meant to be in my experience. And I decided that I didn't care anymore, a big part for me of letting it fly. I forgot all about it...
       February 2017 The Omega Institute catalogue is here. I already had a scholarship to go there last year for the Trance mediumship training week, so I know I can't get a scholarship again to go this year. I love to sift through catalogues,though. I wonder if something's there anyway for me there this year, so I look. I see a workshop being offered by someone whose name I have been seeing. New Realities had him on a ways back. I haven't watched any videos, though. I work every Saturday, so I have to be selective on how many times in a year I will able to get someone to cover. (The workshop game is primarily geared to the 9  to 5 set.) Something says in my left ear, "See if he's teaching somewhere else."
      So, I Google him and go to his website. He's teaching on a Sunday! And near enough to drive there and back in a day if I had to. Oh wait! There's an "early bird" price. I want the early bird! I wonder if they take money orders....
       I send an email. I get a response. Sure, why not? They'll take a money order. I got the early bird price. In May, I book the hotel, which is next door to the workshop venue and across the street from the ferry. Oh, and I book the cabin at Ausable.
       Oh, didn't I mention?
The workshop is in Burlington!
      😏  Now isn't that something?

20 May 2017

Thank You to Bobbi

I am freshly home and feeling our conversation this hour at Family. I am appreciating all of the avenues and streets and alleyways that we travelled on- and then the superhighway when the micro got related to the macro!
Here is a picture of your pond :) The Beloved Pond
And I want to first, which was the 'zap' that led me to just writing it all in a post, say to you, "Thank you" for the space and the dialogue to attempt to reason out the tiny and broader possible implications and meanings of this current challenging situation in that one area of my life.
As I sat down here just now at home and I am feeling appreciation for our exchange, the energy felt like:
a flat mahogany colored rectangular (and large weave, with scalloped edges at the top) basket that would fit  in the cradle between my bicep and the palms of my hands. The hands are outstretched at heart level, as if perhaps the basket is being held out to receive and/or to give something of abundance.
That is what the dialoguing felt like if one could see the feeling. Lately energy perception is sometimes accompanied by a "picture" as well. I
 tell the picture just in case the other person is also visual and can see it as well :)
So, thanks for this impromptu 'session', because I was able to come home with fresh detachment and perspective about my life. I really did kind of hang about hoping to talk with you. Oh, yes, indeed I did! And thank you for asking me to wait when I said that I shouldn't take up your time because I should be able to reason this out alone, since I should have all the tools to do so. [Some of those reading this know what that's about!]
       And now at home I also have the physical space and the space of some hours from the harshness of that entanglement as well. In this space, I find myself able to reconnect with and remembering how to realign with my highest priorities. Like this blog. Like helping the humans who want to get on a new page of the book of their life. And other stuff, you know.
       May all of the Masters and Angels and Guides [Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.] assist me in staying in alignment with my Soul's Mission and with my own Precious Heart.
       Hmmm... the basket. Reminds me of grain, nourishment... Ahhhh, yes. Good.
So good. Thanks Bobbi.
'Till we meet again.