The Secret Is Wags

Have you talked on the phone to someone you haven’t met and created a mental picture of the person based on his or her voice?

Years ago, I spoke on the phone with a woman who had what I thought was the sexiest female voice I’d ever encountered.  It was wonderfully rich, with a sexy timbre.  I was sure this woman had to be stunning.  When I finally met her face to face, I was shocked to meet a very large woman with a pock-marked complexion, stringy hair, and a Jimmy Durante-sized nose.  Mind you, none of these qualities are bad, but they just didn’t fit the voice.

For the last several years, I have been one of these mismatched people—not in terms of voice and appearance, but in terms of what I write vs. what I do and think.  To use an old cliché, I haven’t been walking my talk.

On this blog, and in other arenas, I’ve been writing about the law of attraction for many years.  I’ve been studying it even longer.

I KNOW this stuff … but I haven’t been consistently DOING this stuff.

You would think that finding reasons to feel good would be an easy thing to do.  You’d think that living in a virtual reality where your focus is on being the person you want to be would be a breeze.  Why wouldn’t you want to put your attention on thoughts that made you feel great? (more…)

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This comes under the heading of DUH.

But I can’t go there.  Terger won’t let me.

Instead of duh, let me say that I am in the process of making a smart shift.

The purpose of this blog is to chronicle my journey along the path of allowing what I desire to flow into my life.  Because I decided to make this chronicle public, it’s also a forum for discussing and reaching for understanding of concepts most of us have only recently (as in the last few years) learned.  My intention when I began this blog was for it to provide clarity to me and to my readers about law of attraction.

Sometimes, in order to reach insights, I need to write through some negativity.  I reveal my unpleasant manifestations here because those manifestations teach more about law of attraction and how it impacts us.

In other words, I have a method to my madness.  But still ….. (more…)

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Meet Terger.  I think he might be a distant cousin of Tigger, the bouncy, happy fellow of Winnie the Pooh fame. Yes, Terger looks a little like a kangaroo, but he isn’t.  He’s pure, upbeat, aligned energy, and he lives in the land of the Vortex.

I’ve known Terger for awhile, but I haven’t spent enough time with him lately.  The other night, he and I had a chance to get reacquainted.

I lay in bed at the end of a day that had little going for it other than it was over.  I was doing my best to revise the day, but my mind kept slipping back into a negative groove.  I’d had so many negative thoughts during the day that it wasn’t surprising I kept having more.  The law of attraction is consistently reliable.  It will always bring you more thoughts that match your current thoughts until you deliberately reach for a better feeling thought. (more…)

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I know the law of attraction is one of the energetic laws that bring order to the universe.  I don’t believe it.  I know it.

Even though I know it, however, I have doubts.

These doubts aren’t about the existence of the law of attraction. They’re about my understanding of how to think and feel in a way that makes the law of attraction a positive force in my life instead of a negative one.

The basics of law of attraction’s impact on us are simple:

1.     Think thoughts that match up vibrationally with what you desire.

2.     The better a thought feels to you, the better it matches up with things you want.

Simple … but at least for me, it’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever attempted to learn how to do. (more…)

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Imagine a cute little toddler who is learning to walk.  She’s gotten to a point where she can pull herself upright.  She can take herky-jerky steps, those steps that always remind me of the lurching gate of the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man.  She can careen a few feet before she plops on her adorable tush. She does this over and over, stumbling, tripping, falling, trying again.

Tell me, would you ever, in a million years, consider screaming at this sweet child, “Get up and RUN, damn you!”?  Of course not.

But this is what we tend to do to ourselves when we’re learning a new skill.

Living in awareness of the law of attraction, using thought deliberately to align with desires, is a new skill. We weren’t taught how to do this when we were small and eager to learn (at least I wasn’t).

When it comes to focused thought, we are toddlers.

I’d forgotten that, and I was expecting of myself more than I could do.

This last weekend, I embraced my toddlerhood, and I feel so much better.

What do I mean? (more…)

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The other day, my mother brought me the May 23 newspaper comics page so she could show me Classic Peanuts (I don’t subscribe to the paper).  In the strip, Snoopy sits in front of his dog bowl, his tongue hanging out.  He’s thinking, “Empty! And I’m dying of thirst.”

In the next frame, Snoopy carries his bowl in his mouth.  In the third frame, he sits in front of an outdoor faucet, his bowl in his mouth, holding it positioned under the faucet.  The next frame is identical.  The next frame, he looks away from the faucet with a worried expression.  In the next frame, he’s back to staring at the faucet, patiently holding his dish beneath it.

In the next frame, rain starts to fall.  In the next, the rain is heaver.  Snoopy still holds his bowl under the faucet.

In the next frame, he carries his bowl through the rain.  In the next frame, he drinks water from the bowl.  In the next frame, the rain stops, and he sits back.

In the final frame, he lies on top of his doghouse thinking, “That’s one I’m going to have to think about for awhile.”

Unlike Snoopy, I didn’t have to think about it for awhile.  I got it immediately.  It was the guidance I’ve been wanting.  Thank you, law of attraction. (more…)

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Many years ago, I dated a man who was chronically late.  And I don’t mean just a little late.  He lived in Seattle, and when he’d come to my home for a visit, he usually arrived one to two hours later than he said he would.

I wasn’t all that pleased about this, and I told him so.  I was especially annoyed when he offered up excuses like, “I had to clean my vegetable bin before I left.”

In response to my displeasure, my soon to be ex-boyfriend, gave me the book, Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff, by Richard Carlson.  Over 100 weeks on the bestseller’s list, this little volume was full of great, down-to-earth advice on how to let go of the little stresses of life, but it didn’t make me feel any better about my boyfriend’s tardiness.

The message I got from the book and from my boyfriend was, “Don’t do anything about the little annoyances of life. The small stuff doesn’t matter.”

In some respects, this is a good message, one that helps with alignment.  Certainly, complaining and noticing all the little things that are “wrong” in the world don’t activate a vibration that draws wonderful experiences into our lives.  But making ourselves be okay with all the little stuff that we don’t like isn’t the way to go about aligning.  It’s the smiley face vs. the rodeo clown.  Trying to convince yourself that you feel good about something you don’t feel good about is a waste of time. (more…)

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I love watching the law of attraction in action.  I’ve been thinking a lot in the last couple weeks about decisions I need to make.  So what have I received?  Several e-mails from people who are making decisions and want my input.

I appreciate those e-mails. Answering those e-mails was just what I needed to make my own decisions.  Every time I answered one of those e-mails, I was reminded of the foolproof two-step way of making great decisions. (more…)

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It’s a Scrabble day.  Most Sundays, Tim and I manage to get in a game of Scrabble.  I won last week, not that I care one way or the other.  For me, it’s all about getting the best word scores I can in each turn.

Last Sunday, I had the seven-letter word, “unmined,” on my tray.  I looked all over the board and couldn’t find a place to play it.

Before my turn, I’d realized (excuse the indelicacy but I share it to make a point), that I needed to pee … badly.  I thought I could wait until the end of my turn, but as I scanned the board for a place to put my wonderful word, my bladder kept vying for my attention.  I wasn’t comfortable.

So I put aside my lap desk and went into the bathroom.  Ahh, better.

While I was up, I got a drink of water (must refill the tank), pet Ducky, and looked outside at the trees.  All of these things felt good. (more…)

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Muggins

In the months preceding my 17-year old dog, Muggins’ death in October last year, I had been spending a half hour or so each day free dancing to music on my mp3 player.  I loved that half hour.  It didn’t feel like exercise.  It felt like play.

The day after Muggins died, I got up before 5 a.m. because I couldn’t sleep.  I knew she’d moved on to joyful nonphysical energy but I ached from the loss of her physical presence.  It just plain hurt.

Reaching for better feelings when I got out of bed, I put on my earphones and danced.  And I cried.

I was used to having Muggins around while I danced.  In fact, I usually danced in whatever room she was in; during her last months, we had to keep a close eye on her because she’d get disoriented and wander into corners and get stuck.  Dancing alone in the too still house made my ache even deeper.

But I kept dancing.  I thought it would shift my vibration.  (more…)

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