You Attract What You Think About!

Simple, real, everyday examples that demonstrate how your thoughts create everything in your life; year to year, day to day, moment to moment...

And the mind-bogglingly true, real-life, personal examples of how,

when you change what you think,

your life presents you with everything you have always wanted.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Instant Manifestations

The following is a compilation of examples of little things which manifested immediately.  I can name hundreds of these, but these are to first to pop into my head.
I'll preface these stories also by saying that I have practiced guiding myself back into the vortex with dexterity, so now I can say that on a day-to-day basis I'm in the vortex about 90% of the time. This is why I'm in a near constant state of receiving delightful things I want.

I was going to fly from Italy to the US.  When I arrived at the airport, I was given a horrible seat assignment; in the back, in the middle.
I could have asked for a change of seats, but I knew the Universe must have something nice in mind for me.  I had recently learned the value of not taking action to change a circumstance.  I learned the value of not taking action at all unless I feel an in-the-vortex inspiration.
I told myself maybe I'll be sitting next to someone amazing, or there will be no one near me and I can lie down...
As I boarded the plane, the flight attendant checked my ticket and said to the gentleman in 1A, "Is this the seat you want sir?"  He said yes, and she said to me, "Would you like to fly First Class?"

I was standing on my back porch in Italy, looking at the gorgeous, ripe, red apples on a tree up the hill.  I contemplated how they might taste and wondered how to get up the hill and up the tree to get some.  I noticed I didn't have any inclination to do that.
Later that same day I was again standing outside when two red apples rolled down the street.  I laughed at what I thought must be apple races being played by some kids.  A moment passed with no one in sight.  Then two more apples rolled by.
"Oh! Those are for me!"
I walked a few yards outside my back door, and there they were, 4 beautiful apples.  Delicious.

I was walking in the forest, thinking about an encounter I had had with some deer a few days prior.  I have a long history of manifesting deer, so thinking about them always feels good.  Encounters with wildlife, especially deer, thrill me, so it happens again and again.
After about a minute of happy contemplation, a doe bounced by, followed immediately by a buck.
The buck stopped (here!... accidental pun) in front of me and faced me.  He radiated curiosity.
I spoke to him for many minutes, telling him how beautiful he was.  He stayed for a long time, wiggling his nose to smell me.
Eventually I said in my mind, "You'd better go find your Mrs."  At that precise moment, he leaped away, barking, in the direction of his mate.

I had my three boys with me for the summer in Italy.  They were 13, 13, and 14.
I had been wearing my hair in a scrunchy.  Not very fashionable, and leaving a crease in my hair.
I imagined it would be much nicer to have a hair clip with little teeth.  I pictured a little brown one, but I didn't do anything about it or say anything about it.
Two days later, the boys and I were at the beach.  It was about 9pm and dark outside, except for the moon and stars.  The boys were diving in the Tirranean Sea, finding hermit crabs.
At one point, Dane said he had found a hair clip, but had dropped it.
I said, "Oh! I want one of those!  Can you find it again?"
They all went back in the water and almost immediately Ian found it. It was small and brown and exactly what I had pictured.

I was in Italy, wanting to go to the US to see my boys.  I didn't have the money for a trip and I was getting a bit distressed about it.  It was weighing on my mind.  I can't stand feeling worried, so I went to bed and told myself to drop it.
I said some general statements to myself that everything always works itself out.  I'm fine. There's nothing I can do about it right this minute anyway..
I did a meditation game, thinking of positive emotional words in alphabetical order.
I felt much better and rolled over to go to sleep.
Just then a message pinged on my phone.
It was an old friend in the US asking when I could come visit.  I said that I would like to, but didn't have the funds.  He said he'd be happy to pay. Two minutes later, I had $1500 in my bank account and went to the US two weeks later.

One day I was thinking about what I'd like to do with money.  It's a fun game I sometimes play.
I decided I wanted some really nice windows; the kind that open in several directions and they're beautiful and functional...
Two months later when I was shown a apartment I would rent in Italy, there they were; the exact windows I wanted.

I decided I would like a bigger car. I liked the car I had, but I was tired of it and imagined something that could carry more people comfortably. I decided it should be a big, white SUV.  I said nothing about it. It was just a nice thought.
The next evening my husband at the time came home from work and asked if I would like a Nissan Armada.  A friend needed to get rid of it and it would cost less than half the payments of the car I had. The next day it was in our driveway.

Earlier this year in my apartment in Italy, I was watching television on the big flatscreen in the kitchen.  The chairs are not comfortable in the kitchen, so I wished for the ability to watch on the couch in the living room.  The old tv in the living room didn't work, so I appreciated the nice TV in the kitchen anyway.
I went to the US for two months, and upon my return found a new flatscreen TV in the living room.

I was due to go on a blind date. I was feeling self conscious about my appearance over a few days prior and subsequently developed an even more self-conscious-making manifestation:  excema on my arms.  I recognized the negative manifestation as an indication of my negative thoughts.  I soothed myself with gentle, positive statements and the rash disappeared overnight.

I fly between Arizona and Italy often.  It's a very long day.  On one leg, between JFK and London, I daydreamed about having a two day layover in London. I wanted to break up the trip and have a little adventure.  When I landed in London I was told I'd missed my connection to Pisa and the next available flight was in two days.  Perfect.
I stayed in a stunning hotel in London, took double-decker bus tours and a river tour, and met wonderful, unforgettable people.

On another trip from Pisa to Tucson, I wished for a layover in Chicago.  I was tired and dreaming of fluffy bed and feather pillows (neither of which I had in Italy).  When we landed I was told my connection was missed and I must stay in Chicago.  I was greeted in the gorgeous hotel, paid for by the airline, by a big fluffy bed and 5 brand new feather pillows.  I had a 5-star dinner, after which I was told the dinner was also covered by the airline.  The next morning the complimentary breakfast was an american feast of eggs, bacon, steel cut oats and bottomless coffee while spontaneously playing a game of Name That Tune with a genial stranger.  Unforgettable wonderfulness.

One day I noticed the plants in my front yard were looking wilted. It was well over 100 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.  I thought, "Should I turn on the irrigation?"  Followed by, "Nah, it'll rain soon." Within an hour it started to rain and continued for 2 hours.

On another occasion, I went for a trail ride with a friend.  It was a warm, sunny day, and I remarked that it would be nice if we got a sprinkle at the end of our ride.  10 minutes from home we were riding in gentle rain.

Last summer in Italy, I went for an long walk to another town.  Mid-way, I noticed it looked like rain.  I was wearing a thin, pink t-shirt, that if it got wet, would be entirely see-through.  My route back home was directly through town, so if I got wet, it would be like walking naked through town.
I knew I didn't want that, so I generalized that all would be well.  I told myself that either it won't rain, or if it did, someone would pick me up. (even though I hadn't seen a car the entire time I was walking)
I dropped the subject and focused instead upon taking photos.
The moment it started to rain, a car appeared out of nowhere and offered me a ride.  It was my next door neighbor.

A few weeks ago here in Italy we had a very rainy several days in a row.  I love being inside when it's cold and rainy, but I needed to go to the store for food.  I waited until I was inspired to leave, and as I walked outside the rain stopped.
I walked to my car just as a woman was starting out for a walk.  I asked if she needed a ride and she gratefully accepted.  She speaks only Italian, and she speaks very fast, but I was in a clear, happy state of mind and in my limited Italian I was able to understand everything she said.  It was a joyful, giggly connection.
The moment I walked back into the house it started raining again in earnest and didn't stop for the rest of the day.

Trying to Control the Uncontrollable

This is about one of my kids, but the concept applies to everything.
When he was in kindergarten, I got his teacher fired.  She was doing a terrible job, in my opinion at the time.
When he was in 2nd grade, I almost succeeded in getting his teacher fired.  She kept kicking him out of the classroom for not paying attention.
When he was in 5th grade, I got his teacher fired.  He was too tough and mean...
Then I woke up, and realized I was butting my nose in where it didn't belong.  He didn't come here in this lifetime for a limp, follow-the-leader ride.  He came to be different.  To  forge his own path.
I wasn't helping him by eliminating everything that would cause him to create more.  He's a creator. Let him create.  And law of attraction brings everyone together for this very reason.

He called me last night. He's now 15 and in high school.  I'm living and working most of the year in Italy.
He was brimming with enthusiasm about school.  He's so proud of himself for doing so well and enjoying everything about his life.

It brought happy tears to my eyes, knowing my decision to let go of controlling the uncontrollable had paid off; for me, for him, and everyone else in our lives.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Broken Heart, Broken Sternum

I spent a great deal of time and negative thought and emotion trying to save a marriage I didn't even want.  I had convinced myself I did want to stay together, but only because of fear of the absence of the relationship.  Partly because it felt as if love was being taken away, which is never the case, because love is internal, not a commodity to be earned.  Also, I had no money and was worrying about where to go and what to do.  And other random nagging day to day things were bothering me, such as the desire for a new car I saw no way of getting.

Then one day I was in a car crash.  There are no accidents.  A young woman pulled in front if my car. The impact broke my sternum.

In the nano seconds after impact and careening to a stop, I knew immediately why this just happened.  And I was grateful.  My first thought was, "I did this."  Followed by, "Oh good, a new car. And a small pile of money from the other driver's insurance."  Then, "Oh my god I've broken my sternum and it's because I been obsessed with my 'broken heart.'"  It was a blessing on all counts.  I needed a wake-up call to realize I had been thinking all wrong about the marriage.

The wonderous, joyous thing about negative emotion, and when ignored, negative manifestations, is that the intensity of the emotions is the degree to which you are disagreeing with your inner being.  Your solutions and things you desire have already been created, and your negative emotion tells you you're barking up the wrong tree.

After realizing that I had just received the message loud and clear to stop fighting against the divorce, I became utterly calm and clear and at peace with the perfection of it.  This was just a step along the way to make way for all the amazing things that were about to come next.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Taking a Leap of Faith

In 2014, I was accepting the reality of divorce.
I wanted to go somewhere, almost anywhere, to spend some time alone.  To see what new perspectives I could find.
I didn't know where I wanted to go.  I thought of going to Africa, to volunteer in some capacity.

I was talking to a friend on the phone.  We were both in a great mood, talking about life and experiences.  I said that I could live anywhere.
The things I said I liked were: walking everywhere, mucking out a barn, living in a city, living in the countryside, living near a forest, living near a beach, speaking another language...  And wouldn't it be fun to live in a hotel, where you could meet new people every day?

A short time later, I was Googling something random, and came across the words 'working vacation.'  I had never heard of such a concept, and it sounded intriguing.  I clicked on the link and it led me to the website of a hotel in Tuscany, Italy.
The hotel had 17 horses, and offered treks for their guests.  The working vacation was to be a guide for trekking in exchange for room and board.
I had a visceral longing to be there.

I emailed the hotel to ask if I could work there. They emailed back to say, No, sorry... We can only have students in this capacity.

I had such a strong feeling for this place, without knowing why, so I decided to go anyway.
By the way, at this point I had not a dime to my name.  I only imagined there were funds somewhere available to me to allow me to go.
Just then my soon-to-be ex gave me $6,000 as a sort of pre-divorce settlement.  Little did I know that was all he intended to give... But anyway, it was enough to go.
Yes, I had lived in Europe as a teenager, going to high school in Belgium, but I had never been to Tuscany, I didn't speak Italian, my German language knowledge was from high school, and I hadn't been on a horse in ten years.
I purchased a round trip ticket with a 2-month return date.
On the day of my arrival, at a stunning sunrise in Pisa, I realized my cell phone had no signal.
I met a man who spoke English to help me make a call on a public phone to reach the owners of the hotel to arrange to pick me up in Follonica, after having taken the train from Pisa.

During the car ride to the hotel, the owner told me the manager of a stable nearby had broken her arm, and from that moment I was unceremoniously given a job managing a stable, giving riding lessons in German (the knowledge of which magically came back to me), and leading treks through the rolling hills of Tuscany.  Really?

I took a leap, and already it was paying off.
But there's more.

The hotel was everything I had been thinking and talking about with my friend on the phone.  And then some.  It was in a forest, near a beach, I could walk everwhere, I could speak another language, I could muck out the barn, which comes with working with horses, my true love..., it was next to a medieval city and near other bigger cities, the stable was in the countryside, I was living in a hotel meeting happy new people every day... Plus there were the other benefits I had forgotten were on my list: Having someone else cook for me; all my meals were cooked by the chef of the hotel, and driving a manual transmission car! On fun, winding roads, no less.

After two weeks of riding and teaching, I realized I wanted more.  I didn't know exactly what I wanted, but I did know what I didn't want.  Same thing, really, in the vibrational sense.

At that point I had developed physical symptoms of resistance.  I didn't like working on someone else's schedule, and that was enough to make me very sick.  I came down with a flu-type illness. Several blissful days were spent in bed.  The understanding of that manifestation didn't escape me.
Also, I had noticed that whenever I was doing something that made me uncomfortable,  like staying for dinner when I didn't want to, I had developed a cough.  It was a post-nasal drip sort of cough.  It only appeared when I felt uncomfortable, but it was very sensitive to any sort of negative thought, and persisted for 3 months. I met a client who understood my symptom and recommended a meditation which said, in short, "I have this symptom, and I accept myself completely."  When I did this meditation for just a few moments, the cough disappeared for days.

Anyway, after two weeks of teaching and managing the stable, the season ended, and the hotel owners asked me what I wanted to do, since I still had 6 weeks of vacation remaining.
I said I didn't know, but I did know that since I had been talking to guests every night, I determined the hotel could be making more money by offering excursions by car.  The owners agreed at once and declared on the spot to start a new company with me, offering excursions for sightseeing, wine tasting, sailing, etc.

So now, after taking a leap of faith that this place seemed to be good for me, without knowing why, it delivered not only the environment I wanted, with all the bells and whistles, plus more I had forgotten. It also delivered a little contrast, from which I could create more independence.  And an avenue to create even more of what I want...