Wednesday, September 01, 2010

like coins in an empty Altoids tin Yesterday there was a distinct clamoring going on in my head, a definite yammering of epic proportions. It almost literally felt and sounded like the rattling of coins being shaken inside an Altoids tin. The offending objects were thoughts that don’t serve me. Nothing of any import or note, but they were so offensive that they were immediately identified and a spotlight of sorts shown on them for the gremlins that they are. I was literally bored and disgusted with them and couldn’t understand why they were still hanging around after a moment or two of repeating them in my head. Of course I know why–I’ve repeated and indulged in that kind of gossipy, mundane, he-said/she-said kind of thought so many times in the decades I’ve been alive that my casting director had no choice but to fling some more my way. I am thrilled to consider that this shift in my awareness will signal a shift as well in what is available for me to think now. Less and less trash, more and more substance. Baby steps in that direction accumulate to critical mass. Then later in the day I was considering a situation and felt unease around it and again was brought to awareness of what the heck I was doing. I waited it out and refocused on something else, and received manifestation this morning of that work. This is visceral evidence of thought as matter moving through me differently, and demonstrating the results. If there were a machine that could make that kind of xray, it would be astounding for folks to be able to witness their own alignment, or misalignment, and then proceed from there as they saw fit. I wonder how many would want to know? Would you?
Free delivery. And pick-up of the old stuff. It's raining cats and dogs and all manner of invertebrates out there at the moment. A particularly splendid ambiance from which to post here, seeing as it's been awhile. I've been sorta busy. I moved. Across several states. To be with the love of my life. The third time around. We affectionately call it 3.x. It's only been a few weeks, and it feels like we've been doing this forever. In a good way. So there is hope for everyone out there who believes that love has passed them by. I am discovering it at age 50, and it rocks. Prime ingredient for it to show up: being cool with it not showing up. Loving your life the way it is. Enjoying your friends and how you orchestrate your free time, if not your waking hours in general. Genuinely appreciating the heck out of as much as possible. And not focusing on the topic whatsoever. When They say it will show up when you're not looking, They know what They are talking about. Of course, this advice applies in most areas of desired change in one's life. Get busy being a happy person, and the waves of vibes around you will amass in the upper registers of the emotional scale to such proportions that the universe can't help but start drop-shipping the good stuff to you. Because you let it in. It's been hanging out, waiting for the crucial tipping point to be reached. And viola! Free delivery. And pick-up of the old stuff. It gets carted away, never to be pondered again. Well, there might be a few rogue musings bandied about, but once you get a handle on this process, you won't worry about it any more. And wouldn't that be just about the most amazing thing you...

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