I love feeling how Abraham said I’d feel, eager, creating reality from the comfort of my own bed, feeling the having off all my desire, happy and at ease.
It’s glorious feeling this way, open and free, integrating nonphysical, physical and my desires in the now, and feeling thought tones consistent with fulfilled desires while not pushing against them. Then, following impulses received from that feeling place, taking action, then feeling satisfaction as desire fulfill themselves. I love this life way. I love how easy life is. I love feeling my way to fulfilled desires.
It feels like fun
It feels easy
It feels like clarity
It feels like knowing
It feels like of course
It feels like joy
It feels like confidence
It feels like I feel in the dream state: invincible
Why was I in a funk then? After all, yesterday I received the a great big manifestation, one I expected for years.
I know the answer: Manifestation satisfaction flashes like lightning. In its flash my Broader Perspective expands. Fail to keep up with that and my connection with Broader Perspective diminishes.
All manifestations mark the path of my eternal, expansionary life experience. They’re like mile markers. Staying too long reveling in the manifestation, I feel the gap grow between me and my expansion. Because I’m not keeping up with it. What does “feel the gap” feel like?
It feels like malaise, slump, stagnancy. Rather than continued eager expectation I feel when focusing forward along my expanding path, I feel diminishment.
All manifestations create this experience. That’s why I know manifestations mark paths, they don’t signify the end goal. The end goal comes when I feel delight along the path.
The road ahead that is your life is being designed by you. What reality are you going to create for you and the world? (Photo: Yoal Desurmont)
It’s simple math
I’m always on the way to another manifestation. When manifestations happen, they always create more desire, thus more potential, future manifestations. Manifestations birth more manifestations, in other words.
I must “travel” manifestation-to-manifestation, because I am eternal. Doing the math 😊, throughout my eternity, I am always on the way to more manifestations. I spend more life, therefore, “on the way to” and comparatively less life “experiencing” manifestations.
Slumps come when I forget this simple math.
I like knowing and feeling the difference between pre-manifestation expectation, which feels wonderful and unlimited, and post-manifestation euphoria expiration, which feels like a slump or a funk.
Even in a slump, though, I know my path draws to me more manifestations. My job now: catch up with that which I expanded into, meaning, progressing along the path.
Resistance doesn’t have to be part of the process, but usually is. I know my Broader Perspective leads me along my path of least resistance to desired manifestations. So when I feel a funk or a slump, I know, in this moment, cooling my jets, relaxing, slowing down, being more attentive to the now, keeps me on track.
That can be hard
What’s interesting about that guidance, as accurate as it is, is that everyday life experience of Common Mortals does not encourage such behavior.
But I know looking crazy, living outside social norms, living the way animals, plants, planets, the wind, water and everything else in the Universe lives, is the path to all I want. Even as most Common Mortals live life differently.
I know following my Broader Perspective brings everything that I want. “Trying”, “making things happen” feels comparatively hard because it is. I prefer looking like a crazy person, a lazy person, a person with their head in the sand, or in a cloud.
My life looks crazy, scary even, but if feels wonderful. And I know in this moment, the moment I’m writing this, as I sit in my slump, in this moment I appreciate my path because “wonderful” tells me my path is true.
Resisting the slump by trying to get out of it, trying to change it into something else, veers me off course.
Instead, I lay low and enjoy the slumpiness for what indicates: “on-the-path” and more desired manifestations.
And in doing that, the slump and its slumpiness disappear. I know because as I write this, “slumpiness” is transforming. It’s transforming into knowing, appreciation, and happiness.
I turn slumps into opportunity by doing what most Common Mortals will not. So I live the Charmed Life. Where life feels good. And that tells me my life is getting better.
I stopped using alarm clocks….I can’t remember when. These days I lightly intend the next day, the day before. Rather than plan a to-do list, things I want to check off tomorrow, I tune my vibration, my feeling tone, my Moment of Becoming so that tomorrow feels fun and adventuresome.
All That Is then gets to work, setting my agenda for me, including dreams and their messages. Including what time I wake.
When I do wake, it’s effortless, easy and delightful. Impulses I receive inspire my action. By the end of the day, the day completes itself. Full of fun and creation, I end each day, these days, happy and ready for another dream state adventure and another wake state day after that. Life is a dream, adventuresome, joyful.
All That Is does my to-dos
This week I noticed my food stores running low. Over the last few days I compiled a list of things I’d enjoy eating. That list included ripening tomatoes and kale from my garden. All That Is, over this week, inspired other list items while also inspiring when where and how these items would fill my fridge. This morning I’m playful and eager, rather than head-down and determined, as I would be were I still in the 9-to-5 grind.
My Heirloom Tomatoes Ripening
My Mini Tomatoes doing the same.
So much life richness happens every moment since I chose living Positively Focused, which means living life’s dream, living on purpose, putting spirituality first and foremost. Describing that richness in words dries it out like turning juicy, mouthwatering beef into tough, dry jerky. Life’s beautiful, joyful experience wherein I play with myself (All That Is) in wonder-filled Co-creation defies description.
My diligent clients gradually get this. When their life gets this good, this fun and when love gets this constant and unwavering, none of them want to go back living and loving the way they once did.
I know the feeling.
The work-focused, American Dream lifestyle, lived on clock time with most of the day spent in jobs worked for money and vacuous sleep states where the sleeper sleeps oblivious to nonphysical’s grandeur, interests me not.
What I live now makes that life an absurdity, an abomination, a Christian’s hell right here on earthly heaven.
Here In Heaven
A housemate asked what I do for income. I gave an insincere, dishonest answer about about my projects. I don’t do my projects for money. I don’t do anything for money anymore. I create heaven; life fills in around that.
I live my life according to the great masters, finding glory in creating reality, glorifying All That Is as an integral component of creating life. It’s fun, living Positively Focused. There I find joy and satisfaction nearly moment-by-moment, heaven lived right here, where spiritual and material stand synonymous with one another. There, money comes as everything else: my creation, to the degree I’m ready, not because of something I do.
I “do” consistent with what I “be”. Then I “have” consistent with that. I be a spiritual being, sharing my love of living, of physical and nonphysical, with others so they may leave behind their alarm clocks.
I have life consistent with that. Being, doing then having. That’s the formula.
Most people live the other way around. They can’t be what they want until they have what they want. And they believe they can’t have what they want until they do something to get it.
I know better.
I could write it wasn’t easy getting here. But it was easy. My Positively Focused perspective transforms once hard moments into joyful adventures and fun times. As I change my present moment experiences through being Positively Focused, past and future change too. “Hard” becomes easy and fun, life gets easy.
Same with my relationship to money. I stopped pursuing it. It now pursues me, All That Is in a body on Earth, expressing freedom that is All That Is, for the fun, the expansion of that, and the joy inherent in it. I’m happy. Happy as a flower.
The other day I walked from the grocery back home on my way to a incredible manifestation I realized (I’ll share that later). On the way, I passed by an old car wash, long fallen into disrepair, with graffiti growing on it as much as brambles and weeds. A homeless person, grunting and grumbling under a tarp, shuffled among a sea of junk inside a wash bay converted into housing.
In that moment I received a thought. Remember, I was on my way to a fulfilling manifestation, a realization of something I delighted in receiving. “Delight” indicates a high-flying place consistent with my Broader Perspective, which means something really good this way comes. 😊
Ordinarily, in a lower vibrational place, dilapidated buildings look like eyesores, graffiti like societal mars. Overgrown weeds tell stories of decay and absentee slumlordism. Looking at this car wash I instead received a different and surprising interpretation: “this is what physical reality looks like as it turns from one manifestation into another.”
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I stood there a moment appreciating that thought’s profundity. In that moment I witnessed All That Is turning from one thing – an old, abandoned car wash – into something more. The ordinarily imperceptible changing laid itself bare before my Plain Sight. In this crumbling, new emerges. What looks like decay, heralds something more.
Through that Plain Sight I saw protests these days, the societal handwringing underway and our political divisiveness differently. That car wash metaphorically showed me in its microcosm, that the greater societal churn that is my macrocosm, my society, must be the way it is before the new emerges from it. Just as that crumbled car wash property will some day become something new: an apartment building, grocery, or office complex or KFC.
Seth says manifestations turning to new manifestations create the apparent phenomena humans call time. Instantaneous and constant change from one thing to another in nonphysical, appears in slow motion when experienced from perception immersed in physical reality.
Human perception channeled through bodily organs and limited beliefs slow everything happening in nonphysical down so humans can enjoy the turning-into; but also because if things changed as fast as they do in nonphysical in physical reality, the rate of change would bewilder the beholder and humans couldn’t function, let alone make heads or tails of what’s going on.
My human perception creates time and space so I may enjoy my creations moment-by-moment instead of all at once. I know that using a Positively Focused perception, I discern physical reality’s secret: that everything is on Earth as it is in heaven – constant and delightful manifestations constantly manifesting more delight through even more manifestations, all happening in the midst of great unfolding.
This is what life experience becomes for the deliberate creator: an ongoing series of epiphanies on the way to more and better continuously fulfilling ones, which makes life worth living. A Charmed Life, in other words.
I love how life experience surrounds me with evidence of my clarity. This morning, I’m seeing “the web of life” exemplified through actual webs: spider webs.
Yesterday my landlord expressed shock at the spider population. One can’t walk three feet in a garden or a yard and not run into spider webs. They are everywhere; including indoors: my room, common spaces, and, of course, outside.
Today spiders don’t bug me. Their being proves life’s abundance. I’ve blogged before about seeing coyotes, rabbits, deer, snakes, opossum and raccoon. Not to mention insects, rats and, yes, spiders. Life proves life’s abundance.
Through focus on life abundance, I find it easier seeing material and financial abundance. When material and financial matters generate adventure and eagerness instead of worry and lack, then “material and financial abundance” no longer feels like new age pap. I start seeing it everywhere, then feel it too. Feeling abundance leads to experiencing abundance. I know everything starts with “being” and “feeling” is what “being” is all about.
Life sustains life
After sharing her spider tales, I told my landlord about my experience seeing a wasp one morning delicately snatch a spider straight from the center of its web. The wasp carried the spider to a leafy branch, a few feet away. There it stung the spider, then ate it.
The wasp did this twice more, leaving three perfectly spun webs devoid of their creators. I felt blessed seeing this web of life at work.
A web left empty.
Looking at spider webs I used to think they were traps where life gets extinguished. Now I see them as webs of life, as spiders need to feed too and every spider potentially feeds wasps. Every death is a suicide, so I know those who ensnare themselves in spiders’ webs, do so on purpose.
These days, when I feel a web’s gentle touch on my arm, my face or bare leg while walking through a park, my yard, or through my room, I no longer feel shock and surprise. These days when I see a spider inside, I do my best to escort the little lover outdoors. They are living expressions of All That Is, as am I. They don’t deserve to live, they are life. I get their connection to me and me to them. It goes deeper than the feeling of their webs across my body or knowing through a long string of cooperation, I am as the spider and as the wasp. I know now all life, every kind no matter its size, contributes to the whole.
So when I see a spider indoors, or when I stumble into a web, I no longer kill the web-spinner…most of the time. Instead I marvel at how complete and effusive the web of life stretches; and appreciate my part in its interconnectedness.
Nows feel best felt when appreciated. Nows happen asleep as they happen awake. Feelings taken to bed are lenses through which dreams happen. More appreciation brought to sleep state, little-by-little, shows dream state’s wonder.
Indeliberate feelings make dream state chaotic, frightening; invisible too. Apathy, feeling nothing about joyous replenishment that happens while dreaming, creates an empty dream reality: an experience of no dreams, when, actually, everyone dreams.
Appreciation reveals dream state as it is: a wonder, pure joy made manifest, creative bliss.
I enjoy bringing that appreciation focus to conscious wakefulness too. The moment physical reality captures my focus, after a nightly sojourn through creation in nonphysical, after relishing that no-space and no-time in which I experience pure bliss, I turn my appreciation to my dreams’ physical counterparts: the dreams I so far have allowed into my time space reality experience. Knowing physical reality is dream made real, I relish the feels-goodness of it, as every morsel that is life merits my appreciation.
Brought to the fore of consciousness, appreciating my physical nows in early morning moments prepares my daily sojourn just as I prepare my nightly ones.
That is deliberate creation: knowing in every moment asleep or awake I ongoingly make All That Is more. Doing that on purpose feels good. Feeling that on purpose makes life happiness fulfilled.
Yesterday while walking All That Is showed me how abundant abundance is. I posted a blog about it as abundant life literally surrounded me. This morning I woke to abundance too. I realized so many dream experiences, many I recalled later in the morning to great delight. Every dream experience I recalled felt ecstatic, rich in meaning, detail, clarity and engaged so much of me I felt, as I do many times when recalling dreams: joyful, happy, home.
Abundance surrounds me in so many forms, I can’t describe them all. Besides life abundance I noticed yesterday, there is air abundance. There’s so much air in my environment, I never thirst for it. There’s so much space in my environment, never do I feel physically constrained. Varietal abundance exists too: there are many things to see, many things to feel, many sounds to hear, many things to taste. All this sensory abundance forms basic life experience. So basic it is, I lived most my life oblivious to it.
Not any more.
Creative abundance surrounds me too. There are drawings to create, blogs to write, essays worth creating. There are advertisements to design, projects to orchestrate, strategies to create and execute. Not to mention all the great creative works of others to consume and enjoy. Abundance!
There are thoughts I draw to me in great abundance. More deliberate in my awareness of them, I see great diversity, great abundance, in thoughts I tune into, and, in that deliberate awareness, I experience great creative abundance in choosing to choose which thoughts I want to think. Yes, all abundance forms overlap, amplifying abundance surrounding me.
Time is abundant. The more I slow down, the more I get that every day, every hour, every moment, every second, is abundant in itself. So abundant, time sort of ceases to be when I focus on the now moments.
My own consciousness is abundant as is my mind and body. Both mind and body, when examined are not finite at all. Instead, they permeate themselves, each other, and the environment in which they exist. They amplify this environment through their existence too. All this forms the environment of my consciousness, for nothing exists outside my conscious awareness, for my conscious awareness is All That Is experienced by me from one unique perspective. That perspective itself is not limited, for it too is abundant, joined with infinite other consciousnesses forming a family of a stream of awareized energy that is God itself. Me myself.
So many in the new age world focus on material or financial abundance while overlooking abundance’s abundance. It is everywhere expressed as everything in everything. I literally live in a soup of abundance.
I know the more I stand in recognizing abundance in its infinite forms, my awareness also must include financial and material abundance too.
Because in my awareness of abundance everywhere else, I acknowlege What Is. And in that acknowledgment, I release thoughts running contrary to that, which create realities of apparent lack of abundance, which is impossible. Abundance IS.
So “lack” of abundance can’t be a distinguishing characteristic of reality. It must therefore be the denial of What Is. Which is why when I stand in lack of any kind, I don’t feel the ecstasy of All That Is, of all that I am. Instead, I feel limited, insecure and ultimately powerless.
Which is why feeling, experiencing and seeing abundance’s abundance is so fucking joyful! It’s supposed to be that way so I reach for that more often. In doing so, I create more of that to see, which means my life gets better and better and better! In every way.
Three weeks ago I wrote how every negative situation is positive. Well this week brought such a crazy-ass example of that, I shared it with all my clients. Now I want to share it with you.
This story is hilarious. I almost wrote “unflattering”, but you’ll see at the end that this story flatters me in the sense that I saw how this infuriating situation was also a massive blessing.
Summer’s sun, blue skies and Oregon’s hot breezy air called me out again last weekend. I love working outside along the Willamette River shores. I enjoy Ospreys above and salmon jumping skyward likely avoiding sea lions and their chisel like teeth.
I decided I wanted more of that, so I packed my bike. I packed light, my portable chair, my iPad and nothing more. I planned to finish reading Ross Douthat’s The Decadent Society, its insightful take on current reality had my attention for weeks now. I anticipated exploring Douthat’s take while enjoying the Oregon summer.
The usual spot I work from on summer Oregon days…by the Willamette’s beautiful shores…
That’s not what happened though
Oregon’s governor recently eased lockdown mandates. With her decree, all of Oregon made similar plans. I expected a few people riverside, but wasn’t prepared for crowds that showed up.
A forty minute bike ride turned into an hour while I tried finding suitable, solitary rest stop. I finally decided on a rocky shore devoid of human for lack of any sand. But I had my chair. I didn’t need sand.
I parked my bike, set up my chair then settled into Douthat’s narrative. Thirty minutes later, a couple with two dogs showed up. The young, tattooed Portlanders led their dogs to the water’s edge, unleashed them and threw tennis balls into the river. The larger of the two dogs, a pit-bull, leapt into the water while its smaller puppy companion barked in envy. Then the puppy eased into the water, found it agreeable and went for a swim. I smiled then turned back to Douthat.
Minutes later, the puppy was licking at my bare legs. I’m not a dog person, but I can appreciate a cute pooch. On this day though, I just wanted to read in quiet on a beautiful day. It annoyed me that this dog suddenly was licking my leg. But what annoyed me more was the fact that its owner hadn’t done his legal duty of keeping his dog under control.
I lifted my legs away from the pooch, clearly annoyed, which the owner saw. He came bounding to my rescue, scooped up his dog with an apology and returned to his spot. There, he put it on a leash. His partner too re-leashed the Pit-bull.
All that was nice. But it was too late.
I got hooked in frustration-momentum
Momentum is a powerful thing. Especially negative momentum born of oft-told stories. I’ve harbored negative stories about dog owners who don’t keep their dogs leashed and therefore under control as leash laws mandate. So much so it’s one of my “pet peeves” (oh god! no pun intended!).
Recently when I read about a “Karen” from Central Park Manhattan who made a racist false police report against a fellow New Yorker who politely asked her to leash her dog in an area where a leash law was in force. The fellow New Yorker, a board member of the New York City Audubon Society who happens to be African American, recorded the whole incident. The recording went viral and popular outrage caused the woman to lose her job and her dog. Reportedly, New York is considering banning her permanently from Central Park and the District Attorney is considering pressing charges against her for making a false police report.
This story came to mind as that puppy slimed me. When its owner grabbed it and apologized, I mused whether he also thought about that Central Park incident.
The problem was, I didn’t shake the association, which would have been in my best interest. Comparing my experience to what happened to the Audubon Board Member wasn’t really fair. But old stories about my pet peeve combined with that viral Central Park experience in my head creating momentum that swept me up.
For the next half hour I couldn’t focus on my reading. My mind swirled around the association, my indignation, my annoyance and frustration….
I don’t hate dogs. Dogs love me as much as I love them…sometimes…🤣
What happened next was no surprise
The couple decided to pack up and leave, having I suppose, had enough time at the water’s edge. As they walked to the bike path, I heard the woman say to someone I couldn’t see “Sir, would you mind leashing your dog?”
The irony didn’t escape me. “Cosmic Justice” I thought. Little did I know said justice was just getting started…
I couldn’t hear the what the person she addressed said, but I heard what she was saying. I also got the annoyance in her tone:
“Why aren’t you willing to put your dog on a leash sir?” She asked. I turned, hoping to see who she addressed. I couldn’t see that person. She continued.
“My dog isn’t friendly,” she said. The person said something I didn’t hear.
“How many years have you been around my dog sir?” She replied. “I’m telling you my dog is not friendly.”
Apparently whoever she addressed had done nothing, so she reached down, picked up what looked like a 40 pound pit-bull and scrambled over rocks the rest of the way to the bike path with her male companion in tow.
I was thinking about karmic kickback, wondering how the couple felt now since they themselves hadn’t controlled their (little) dog. Which is why I hadn’t noticed that not seconds later another dog was sniffing at my leg!
It’s my turn…
I turned in surprise, saw the Husky, then darted around looking for the owner. Presumably this was the same person the young woman spoke with earlier. Finally I saw him sitting in a chair he set up behind me on the bike path’s edge.
My indignance increased. “Really?” I thought. “Twice in a row?” What did I expect? I create my reality. Here was the Universe serving me a big pile of pet peeve….a second helping if you will, this time via a Husky and yet another irresponsible owner.
But wait…it gets worse. Or rather, I got worse.
I should have known trying to get the owner to do anything about his scofflaw dog would be futile. After all I saw that play out just seconds ago. Never the less:
“Sir, would you please come get your dog!” I said with force ten annoyance.
The owner looked down at me, at his dog and said “he’s alright.”
“I’m not!” I said.
The owner said nothing.
At that, I’d had it!
Now I was fully in rage. That’s right, I was so angry, I was shaking. I wanted to strangle that damn dog and murder the owner. But I also knew it wasn’t the dog’s fault. So I directed all my rage (in my mind) at the owner. I wanted to first strangle him, then murder him!
I should mention I had the presence of mind at this moment to see the ironic humor here. A part of me knew what I was doing was ridiculous. It’s just a dog. But the principle folks, and the momentum of my pet peeve had me firm in its grip.
Clearly this guy wasn’t going to do anything about his dog. There was no way I could recover my state of calm at this point, not to mention focusing on Douthat’s prose. I decided then to gather my things and head home in a huff, which took all but a couple minutes.
But I couldn’t let it end that way. Noooo.
As I pushed my bike up to the bike trail, I made my “offender” clearly: white male in his 40s, beer in hand, listening to a transistor radio, minding his own business and cool as a 🥒. Perfect contrast to my seething rage, which at this point, boiled over and out my mouth:
“YOU’RE EXACTLY THE KIND OF PERSON WHO GIVES DOG OWNERS A BAD NAME!” I yelled in his general direction. I hopped on my bike and peeled away on the momentum of my righteous indignation. 😂🤣😊
That wasn’t the end of it.
A half-mile into my return trip, it struck me. What happened here? Why am I letting this situation shape how I feel? How I feel is more important than how I’m treated. In fact, I know by choosing how I interpret what happens in my life, I can create reality. Here I was doing what a noob at all this “you create your reality” business would do…
At this point, I should stop and say I know sometimes I’m going to get pissed. It’s just part of what happens when an eternal being comes into physical reality.
Thinking an enlightened person doesn’t get mad sometimes indicates misunderstanding about how physical reality works. Physical reality intentionally offers variety: things I want and things I don’t want. After all, how am I to know what I want if I don’t know what I don’t want?
How am I to know what thoughts feel better than others, if I don’t have a negative experience every now and then?
That’s what I thought one half mile into my return ride. And that’s when I decided I had the power here. I had choice.
So instead of continuing to seethe, I decided to put my attention on something else. Something more pleasing. So I noticed the blue sky. I noticed the green trees. I noticed how much I like riding my bike, how good the sun felt on my bare legs and arms, how good it feels on a Oregon summer day. In seconds I felt better. My feelings reminded me how wonderful it is working from Oregon’s riversides:
That’s when something amazing happened
The more I thought these thoughts, the better I felt. Then…
Ever had an experience where something happens, you react in a less than ideal way, then, later, you get a thought, an idea, an alternative way you could have responded that might have been more effective?
Well that’s what happened. In my increasing happiness I received an alternative scenario that played out in my mind. Rather than throwing a tantrum at the guy, I saw my self calmly rise, gather my things and my chair, walk up to the guy and set up my chair right next to him. So close our chairs touched side by side. Then I sat down, looked at him and began politely talking his ear off.
That’s when I burst out laughing, a belly laugh so strong it obliterated my anger. I let this alternative reality play through my mind, adding humorous bits here and there – I saw him looking at me surprised, then trying to ignore me, then suddenly packing up his things and stomping off, dog in tow off leash. I imagined him and I actually having a friendly conversation, chatting away like best friends. I imagined him and I sitting there, me chatting away and he trying to ignore my chatting tsunami in quiet annoyance…
And you know what happened next? The entire situation changed for me. No longer did I see him as the idiot epitome of bad dog ownership. Instead he became a shining example of what I could be.
Consider this:
This guy was doing his own thing, oblivious to what others thought and said about him
This guy was in his own reality, enjoying his life with his dog. So was the dog!
This guy had presence of mind, a centeredness so powerful, he appeared unphased by not only one, but two verbal aggressors trying to knock him off his rocker
As much as I want to vilify him, he demonstrated to me vibrational mastery. And at that point he went from villain to teacher.
I want to be like that. I want to be calm in the face of storms.
And, in fact I am, nearly all the time.
Which is another thing he taught me: that I am that nearly all the time. When I’m not, there’s always something great in the experience I learn about myself and about my Positively Focused practice.
