The Secret Is Wags

Since I began studying Abraham-Hicks’ teachings and the law of attraction, my parents and friends have been baffled by much of what I have come to believe.  “It defies logic,” my step-dad insists.

I’ll admit that sometimes I agree.

We were all raised in such a physical world full of facts and reality, that it’s a leap of faith to live in the world of energy, trusting that what we can’t see is determining the way our life unfolds.

Logical Data

As a former attorney, indoctrinated into the world of logic by the esteemed Marshall-Wythe School of Law, I often hear my left brain clamoring for logical explanations about how our thoughts can impact the physical world.

So I’m always happy when I stumble over some bit of “logic,” some “scientific” data that confirms what my right brain and my inner knowing have accepted to be true.  This last week, I came across an article that profoundly impressed my left brain.  The article was about the effect of stress on our genes.  According to the Science Daily article, Dr. Klaus Hansen’s group at BRIC, University of Copenhagen, has just shown that stress-activating factors can control genes by turning on certain genes that were supposed to be silenced.

So what does that have to do with law of attraction?

Trump Card

Think about it.

Law of attraction and vibrational energy doubters like my sometimes persistent left brain, think that unmeasurable, nonphysical, isn’t-seen energy can’t affect the physical world.  This study shows that it can indeed affect the physical world.

If stress can trump our genes, thus affecting our physiology, doesn’t that prove that the physical can be formed and transformed by thought and unseen energy?

I sure think so.

If you hear a whooping sound, that’s my right brain doing a victory dance.  It’s delightful to have what I intuitively know be confirmed in a way that my logical brain can understand.

Sometimes, our own lives don’t give us as much “evidence” as we’d like to support the power of our thought, or rather, feeling and focus energy.  When this happens, we need to be open to receiving confirmation from other sources.  Every bit of evidence we see makes it that much easier to monitor our feelings and thoughts and reach for a better vibration.

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I’m in the process of carving myself a new body.  Others call this losing weight.  However, I’ve lost weight in the past.  I always found it again.  So enough with the losing.  Now I’m carving.

I’ve carved away 18 pounds so far.  I have a long way to go, but I’ve created a journey that’s comfortable for me (no pushing myself to do more exercise than feels right now, no extreme eating plan), so I know I can stay on this road.

Part of the carving process required me to make peace with my current size.  (more…)

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A couple days ago, I wrote about my experience with finding a solution to Facebook group mass invites.  Today, I’m taking that topic a little further. (more…)

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We all know that the first step to feeling good is getting easy with what is.  We must accept where we are if we want to move on from an unpleasant reality.

We know it.  But sometimes, it’s a bit of a challenge to do what we know we must do. (more…)

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Last week, I wrote about what to do if what you want isn’t here yet.  Today, I want you to think about this question:  What if it IS here and you just can’t see it?

We bought a new mattress a year and a half ago.  It was a memory foam mattress we put on top of a sealed wood platform that Tim build.

Here But Hidden

We loved the mattress at first.  Then it began to sag.  It broke down within a few months.  We called Costco and they said they’d come and get it (you gotta love Costco), and we ordered a different mattress to replace the one that didn’t hold up.

The day the pick-up company was supposed to show up, we took the mattress off the platform to move it to the garage.  I was shocked to discover that under my side of the mattress, a huge wet spot was mildewing on the mattress and on the platform.  Tim’s side was fine.

The reason for the spot isn’t really important—but if you’re curious, I was having major night sweats during those months, and memory foam mattresses generate more body heat.  We think I basically sweated through the mattress.

For all that time, I’d been sleeping on a big, mildewed water stain.  It was less than 10 inches from me, and I couldn’t see it.  It was right there, but if you’d have asked me if I slept on a mildewed wet spot, I would have confidently told you I did not.

You Can’t See The Energy

All physical manifestations—experiences and things—exist in energy form before they take physical form.  We can’t see that energy.

Just like we can’t see the radio waves that bring us our FM stations or the waves that bring us TV and cell phone service, the energy that creates our world is there but not visible.  It’s no less real just because we can’t see it.  Radio waves are real all the way from the station to our stereos even though they don’t seem to be real to us until the music hits our ears.

Every single thing you want begins to form on an energetic plane the moment you conceive of it.  All you have to do is allow it.

It might be just inches from you, so close you could touch it if you knew it was there.  But then you start asking why what you want isn’t here.  You feel like the character, Anya, from the Buffy the Vampire TV series when she says, “I’m trying to be patient, but it’s taking too long.”

The second you ask that question … BOOM.  Your creation, which could be seconds from taking physical form, retreats back into energy.  Here but hidden.

That big wet spot has been a big deal in my life.  Every time I’m tempted to say, “Where is my …….?” I remember that spot.  I remember that what I want is RIGHT HERE.  I already have it.  I’m sleeping on it.  I’m living with it.  It’s here.

For those of you who care—I don’t have a wet spot under my mattress anymore (I checked).  The new mattress (different brand) has been great, and I’ve discovered a cool herbal supplement that has left me night-sweat-free.  And that was a creation that was in my reality on the nonphysical level far before it landed in my physical experience.

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About six weeks ago, Tim took two new jobs.  Neither job is ideal—in terms of hours, money, or the work itself—but jobs are jobs, and we need income.

For the first month or so of Tim’s new 7-day a week work schedule, we struggled a little to accept our lifestyle change.  For years, we’ve worked together at home and enjoyed the freedom of setting our own hours.  It was tough to accept having a couple companies dictate our schedule.

Tim dealt with it better than I did.  He’s good at finding what Abraham-Hicks calls positive aspects (the upside of the situation), and he decided to enjoy the challenge of learning his new tasks.  He also focused on enjoying the variety of people he met. Still, even as I felt a profound sense of loss, as if I was grieving the life we’d thought we created and had to let go to deal with our present circumstances, I saw that Tim’s energy was lower than I’d seen in awhile.  He said he was okay, but his body language and manner said different.

I knew we needed to do something to shift our point of attraction.  Our vibrational frequency was lower than it needed to be to match our desires.  What could we do? (more…)

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My mother keeps many of her memories in a cedar chest at the end of her bed.  The trunk holds awards and clippings—I think she saved every newspaper column I ever wrote, and she has at least five copies of the first whole newspaper in which my first column appears.  The chest holds locks of hair and photographs and playbills.  And it holds some of my early artistic and literary efforts.

There’s the paper plate covered in uncooked pasta and sprayed with gold that I made in third grade.  There’s the misshapen sickly blue mug that I made in fifth grade.  There’s the stilted poetry I wrote throughout grade school, and the 20 page, 10 chapter “novel” I wrote when I was twelve (I think it started with something like “it was a dark and stormy night.”)

My mother treasures every one of these creations.  Why?  Because her only child made them.

Each of us is still the child we were when we were young enough to be making funky art projects.  Each of us is worthy of the kind of love that saves those projects.  Each of us deserves to have our creations treasured and celebrated. (more…)

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Yesterday, Bea left a great comment that raised an excellent question.  She said, “I was wondering how to feel good when nothing seems to be working out as desired or wanted or dreamed in life.”  I offered one way of doing this in my last post, but now I’m going to simplify it even more.

Notice that in Bea’s question, she makes a connection that we all make—or at least it’s one that I’ve always made.  She connects naturally feeling good to having things the way we want them to be.

It’s a reasonable connection.  Of course we feel good when things are working out the way we want to them to.

So how can we always have things work the way we want them to? (more…)

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When a whole lot of yucky things are going on in your life and you’ve sunk to the bottom of the emotional scale and you know you’re out of alignment with what you want, what can you do to feel better right this minute?

Abraham-Hicks teaches many processes that can help improve your emotional set point and thus your alignment, but sometimes things can get so overwhelming that it’s tough to summon up the oomph to do any of the processes.  Sometimes, visualizing and journaling and whatever else is just too much trouble.  And remember, if it doesn’t feel good, it’s not helping.

So what can you do when you feel this bad?

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Tim and I are in our car.  He’s driving. I’m gazing out the passenger side window.

Tim says, “Is he any good?”

“What?” I ask.

I have no idea what he’s talking about.  We haven’t been having a conversation.  We’ve been riding in silence.

“Is he any good?” Tim repeats as if hearing the question again will clear it up for me.

“Is who any good?”

“Him,” Tim waves a hand toward the windshield.

“What?  Who?” I look directly in front of the car for some invisible “him” I’m supposed to evaluate.

“The sign.” Tim waves a hand toward the windshield again.

My gaze extends further ahead.  I see a banner hanging across the road. It announces Clint Black’s upcoming performance at a nearby casino.

“Clint Black?” I ask.

Tim nods.

I give him my opinion of Clint Black, for what it’s worth, and I ask him what made him think I would have any idea what he was talking about.  He says, “I figured you were looking at what I was looking at.”

DA DUM! Did you hear that big orchestral crescendo that denotes something important? (more…)

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