Manifestation

Many years ago while taking a college psych course, the instructor asked that we think about ourselves and write down three sentences that describe who we thought we were, then asked everyone to tell what we had written.
I had written down something I'd read many years ago, because it described hu-man so well.
The three things were:
I am all that I have ever been
I am all that I can be
I am - becoming

When I decided to manifest a different lifestyle I was in my forties.  I had been in secretarial work since I was 17 years of age.  I knew that I was no longer anyone's secretary because I needed my own secretary.  Clearly, I had grown.  So, while working full time I decided I would go back to school for massage therapy training.  When I let it be known what I wanted to do, suddenly my world was full of opposition. 

"You won't make any money"
"Stay in your job, it's safer"
"What will you do for health benefits?"
"You'll never use it"
Were just a few of the comments that came at me from different sources, including my dad who had worked hard all his life.  I knew he meant well, and that he wanted what was best for me, but he had never stepped outside of a 'job' and into his own creativity.

I remember just looking at the people that directed their negative comments at me, knowing I would rise above it all because I absolutely and with intent and focus knew that I wanted to change my life.  There was absolutely no one that could stop me from doing what I wanted at this point in my life.  And, indeed, no one would.

So I began school, which, after graduating high school and some college courses, nothing serious, was quite a challenge.  Most days I remember thinking one thing in particular, "WTF am I doing here!!!???

But nothing would change my resolve.  I gave up a social life of any kind for two years and poured over physiology and anatomy books.  No more working for anyone else.  No one telling me my job may not be there next year.  No one telling me I had to punch a time clock.  No one telling me when I could have a vacation.  No one telling me how much money I could make.  I only looked at the end result.

I remember Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha saying that no one could put a worth on anyone else's life.  If a person wanted to ask for a certain amount of money for themselves, how could anyone say they weren't worth that much? 

I wanted to set my own hourly rate and decide my own worth.  A person's self-worth depends on how big their thoughts are or can become.  My self-worth thoughts took time to grow but they are definitely growing.

After graduating massage school I wrote an article that appeared in the local paper and immediately had 30 people every week for months on end.  Talk about manifestation!  I quit my day job and immediately opened shop and have had a wealth of clientele ever since.  I had found my calling.  My life changed.  I intently focused what I wanted and got it.  Yayyyy!

Now my thoughts are that I want a whole lot of money but don't want to work hard for it.  I do believe I'm growing once again and age can't be a factor in growth.  As Rumi says, "Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they exist in each other all along".  Well, if lovers exist within each other, then certainly good fortune and wealth exist in us all along, also. 

I'm counting on it.  I intend it.  I expect it to be so.  And so it is. 

Synchronicity

Have you ever wondered about Synchronicity?  I experience it a lot in my business.  Synchronicity may be explained as "an apparently meaningful coincidence in time of two or more similar or identical events that are causally unrelated".  

The first time I ever experienced 'synchronicity' was many years ago, sitting in my office waiting for my first appointment with one person when the person in the second appointment slot of the day showed up.  Puzzled, I checked my calendar to make sure I hadn't made an error.  Sure enough, I hadn't.  This person wasn't supposed to be there until 2 hours later.  I explained the 'error' as my fault and explained that another person was in this time slot and that I was waiting for her.  Then I looked at my watch and said, "hold on, the other person is a little late, why don't you stay until she shows up and we can chat."  So we did, but the other person never showed so after a little while I just replaced this person's appointment and worked with her.  I was happy I had reconcidered and not sent her home.

After she left, the other person that I had been waiting for showed up in the time slot of the other person.  Coincidence or just a switch of names?  I couldn't be sure, however the day worked out perfectly.  The next time this happened I knew it wasn't just me making an error.  Also, if someone calls to reschedule an appointment, it is likely that someone who needs that appointment more will call to schedule something.

I've had occasions when I'd think of a person only to have them call me later in the day.  That happens so often I just smile when I begin to think of a person.  They always call within a week or so.  When I tell them I was thinking of them they can't believe it and just laugh.

I was out to visit a friend and we had a nice brunch.  Later, I was thinking of her and just called to say how much I enjoyed our visit.  She said, "Oh my God!  I was just thinking of you!  You're really beginning to freak me out!"

Many years ago, while working with my Elder, Grandmother Parisha, she said that saying the name of a person sends out a vibration that that person picks up.  Names carry a vibration and connects you to them instantly.  Whenever you want someone to call you, just say their name.  I've worked with this for many years.  When I would think of someone I would call them.  They would comment on just having thought of me, either to call me or to get in touch with me later.

Be assured that when you are thinking of someone they are most likely thinking of you also.   

Being the Balance

Many years ago while working for the Pathology department of a major hospital, one of my duties as secretary to the Director of the Autopsy department was to put the names of all the newborn babies that died in the black book. These little ones were nameless and were simply known as 'baby boy' or 'baby girl'. What set them apart was the date and time of birth and death. They were the still born babies. Babies who, for whatever reason, came into this world for the shortest of time, possibly took just a breath or maybe not any breath at all. There were many of these entries of babies that never were, filling pages and pages of the Black Book.

Each of us has the ability to make a difference in what is happening around us, even if it appears to be in the smallest way possible.  Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha, many years ago, when I asked her why so many babies are born dead, gave a simple but eloquent explanation which I will reiterate in my own words:

She said in so many words, that "Every person, every being that comes into this earth walk, comes for a reason and that is to leave their imprint, their pattern, in the earth.  Not all come for a long time.  Many are born and live long lives.  But there are many who come for just the shortest of times just to leave their pattern in the earth.  These are the messengers.  Each child that comes in and dies shortly after being born or who are still-born comes with a message and they keep coming until their message is heard.  They are like a flower that blooms, opening its petals and leaving its scent,  then closes up, withers and dies.  Whenever you encounter one of these messengers, give a prayer of thanks for their time here.  When you do, they will know their message is received and there will not be so many of them with messages trying to be heard."

I took Grandmother's explanation to heart and daily, while putting their nameless names into the hospital's Black Book I would say "Thank You" to each and every one of them.

One year passed before a nurse came into my office.  Her job was to count the stillborn babies in the book, something she did once each month.  This time was different.  After counting the names of the little ones she turned to me and said, "The numbers of still-borns have been dropping consistently for the last year, and no one knows why."

I remembered the baby I lost back in 1978.  Grandmother's message had affected me profoundly because I remembered saying "Thank you" to my little one.  Before I lost this boy-child, I had a dream wherein I saw a boy being born to me in a breach position.  I waited to see his face but, before I could, the dream ended.  Shortly after having this dream, I became pregnant and lost this baby in my fourth month.  The message did not escape me but it took me a while to get it.   The message this child left with me was that life is precious and not one minute of it can ever be wasted because there are many souls who desire to live this life that don't have the chance to be here or have the opportunity to carry out whatever they came here to do.  The death of my baby brought me out of a severe depression and I was grateful for the message.  I got it.  I had simply said, "thank you".