What if we all have a tipping point.
We are here for greatness. And what if when we hit the mark that we defined with the universe in a blueprint before we incarnated this time, the heavens part? Doors fly open, trees sprout money, weights are lifted, worries are dissolved, chains are cut.
What if our job is to follow our calling? Do the work. Learn the skills. Put our heart and soul into the thing. Get tunnel vision for our cause.
And by doing this we build a channel for the higher power to flow into. And our dreams start to manifest. We have the financial freedom we have craved. The time to travel and soak in the land and cultures of the world so we can be enriched with the diversity. The health that makes us feel strong and vibrant moving through our days. The endless well of wisdom and creativity that comes from the ethers. That makes us feel alive. The relationships that make us feel as accepted and loved as we feel hanging out with our dogs and cats.
My writing is a relationship with the higher power. I made this agreement early on. Every day I fall into the trappings of wanting to be seen and read. I check my accounts like a squirrel on a highway. And I think “this is me being silly and needy”
And I remind myself I don’t manifest by erasing my fears or from doing and thinking everything just perfectly.
I manifest by having a dialog with the higher power. Letting her know that I am aware that I’m oh so human in my patterns and behaviors and thoughts. And I completely believe in her. And will continue to truck along and listen to her directive. And I will continue to open up to receive back from her.
I do not buy into the idea that I have to have myself perfectly aligned. I have to have a crystal clear mind. I have to never yell at my kids. I have to have complete loyalty to my job. I have to eat right all the time.
I’m not buying the idea that when I do all these things perfectly then I deserve the gifts from the heavens. Then I deserve Joy and Freedom.
For God's sake
Be Big
It gives her a channel to meet you.
A coffee house to share a latte and scone.
She says
Do the thing you love to do and I will meet you there.
I have never stood you up. YOU are the no call, no show.
I am always right here.
In the very place you are starving to be.
What makes you’re heart sing? And what keeps you from going there?
I’d love to hear your share in the comments.
Thank you for asking. What makes my heart sing is being able to express through music, art, and poetry. It arrives in waves and I attempt to surf them on the instrument that seems to match the resonance of the current wave.