“I don’t think we could manifest a train here,” I said to my daughter as we sat by a window at Chevy’s Mexican Restaurant in Del Mar California. “There is no train track here.”
Not a minute
later a huge flat-bed truck stopped on the road and waited for the traffic light
to change. A tan canvas tarp covered the back of the truck and clearly, printed
in huge letters, and waiting for us to read it, was the word, “TRANE.”
We almost
blew iced tea out our noses.
This morning
I had a similar experience. I showed up for a seminar—on the brochure it said
July 2-5. This was July 2. “The seminar begins tomorrow,” they said.
Was I
disappointed? No. A few months ago I had dreamed of having a get-a-way , a
writing retreat. And there it was presented to me—a day alone, away from home. I
had a private retreat in my Motel room.
Before
driving back to my room I walked down the street of the quaint town of Mt.
Shasta City, CA. where the mountain that is Mt Shasta hangs behind the city
like a movie set backdrop, its size filling three-quarters of the visible sky. And
this being July, its once white cloak of snow is now a shredded Tee-shirt. In
town early morning vendors were setting up a street fair, and so after
surveying their wares, I wandered into a shop where a book grabbed me. I’m
Rich Beyond My Wildest Dreams “I am. I
am. I am,” by Thomas L. Pauley and Penelope J. Pauley.
Now who
could resist that title?
I bought the
book, went back to my room and there sitting alone with the outside air 100
degrees, and my room cool as that mountain stream that runs off Mr. Shasta, Pauley
told me that once he was convinced that he could do anything he set his mind to
do. “But why,” he asked, “have I gone bankrupt two times?”
Something
was missing, he said. He believed he had the missing piece, and he was offering
it to me. “First, he said, “get yourself a 79 cent notebook." I had a 19 cent
one, so I was already 60 cents ahead. "Now
make sure you have privacy and time—at least an hour to complete the next
chapter."
I had the
privacy and the time.
Write at the
top of your page
“All this by Divine Right, Divine
Inspiration, Divine Intervention, Divine Timing and with Good for all
concerned.”
Now write a
list of what you want.
But don’t “Want” it. Own it. Write it as though
you have it already. We don’t want our little universe genie to think we only want something. (He’s so literal he will
focus on the want not the have.) We want him to know we are serious
about having it.
Write on
only one side of the page. (Leave room for growth.)
Skip a line
between the items on your list. (Tell the Universe we believe in abundance.)
Besides I have a sneaking suspicion Pauley wants us to add more later.
Now make
your list.
Example:
1. I have a beautiful new car or a
like-new car.
2. more
3. more
At the end of
my list my brain was sparking, and so let’s you and I take a break. I will get
back to you…it won’t be long, I promise. There is plenty where this came from,
and I haven’t even begun the seminar yet.
I know I am
not telling you anything you don’t already know, but having it spelled out is
such a kick, I had to do it.
To our
mutual success.
Ta Da,
Joyce
Next
installment: “The Secret Ingredient”
P.S. Ok, I'm cockoo. I know it, but I have begun another blog. It was formerly "Where Tigers Belch," now it is Grandmother Grey Wolf. It will focus on the spiritual side of life, Come join the pack--we will dance with the wolves.
P.S. Ok, I'm cockoo. I know it, but I have begun another blog. It was formerly "Where Tigers Belch," now it is Grandmother Grey Wolf. It will focus on the spiritual side of life, Come join the pack--we will dance with the wolves.
