Manifestation

In last week's blog, I pondered over how much control we actually have over our lives, if any at all, or whether we create a blue print as such, while still 'at home' in the spirit world, documenting our life lessons we wish to execute in our physical bodies and work through before we arrive….

Today I'm touching on the subject of manifestation and how, through this technique, we can perhaps make our wishes come true (there goes my theory about our lifetime possibly being preordained!!!)

In short, manifestation is all about setting an intention, focussing explicitly on your desired outcome, while believing, visualising and wholeheartedly feeling your wish has come into fruition.

I must admit, I have occasionally and successfully experimented with this technique and it didn't take long for my desires to manifest at all. However, three very significant events in my life have happened, which all arose from a passing thought, having no weight behind them what so ever. In fact, all three were, 'Wouldn't it be nice, but will never happen to me', kind of thoughts! Let me explain….. (By the way, I'm sure I have more of these examples up my sleeve, but these ones come to mind instantly).

Twenty-two years ago, after travelling and residing overseas for five or so years, I returned home to find a family member in the throws of a serious addiction. I won't go into all the ins and outs, however this family member consequently entered a rehabilitation unit.

I remember initially visiting my loved one in the rehab, and after a very short time, the thought occurred to me, 'I could easily see myself working in an institution such as this'. The following thought put the first thought immediately to bed, being, 'But I don't have enough credentials and these places are really hard to get into'. Nothing like shutting yourself down. I was always good at that – until I woke up!

Six months later, I successfully applied for a position in a detox centre established by an international not-for-profit organisation, planting the seed for what proved to be a thirteen year career in the addictions field. I did not see that coming at all!

A few years in, I again had a passing thought one day of, 'Wouldn't it be wonderful to drive a company car, but that would never happen to me, plus my position doesn't justify a vehicle anyway'. Well, another year on, I was given an opportunity, within the same organisation, to set up a new program, and yes, as the work was predominantly outreach, a company car was granted. I again never would have believed it….

However, probably the most significant event that has come into fruition, is I now live in the country, close to a beautiful beach. I grew up in the south eastern suburbs of Melbourne, and over most of my life, the thought of residing somewhere rural, near the sea was always enticing. I never actually cemented this desire into a goal, never worked towards it, and I honestly didn't think this would eventuate. However, low and behold, it just fell into place without any effort at all. My now husband, whom I met in Melbourne, was initially from the country and we eventually returned and now live in a beautiful environment with many furry children, whom we dearly love.

So, I'm really none the wiser.

Manifestation definitely works, as I mentioned. I've proven this technique to myself on numerous occasions. I religiously followed the guidelines by completely drowning myself into the outcome I was wanting, and my effort was rewarded by receiving my wish.

I remember one time I desperately wanted a particular person to call me, completely against the odds, and they did, not long after I applied the manifestation technique. Unfortunately, other examples escape me presently, however I know there were more. Yet, other times, infrequent, passing thoughts, loaded with insecurities, have somehow manifested as well, much to my delight.

So, again, maybe we do have that 'blue print' I have been speaking of. Maybe we actually record various life paths, still offering the desired life lessons, but through different circumstances/avenues, where we can then chose which ones we prefer to travel when in our physical body. I could have easily remained in Europe and married my then partner; the path being completely different to my life today! Did I subconsciously manifest my return home?

Maybe, our desires/wants are documented in the blueprint too, and by using the manifestation technique, we are able to enjoy them sooner, while my non-intentional manifestations were also inevitable and manifested themselves when the timing was right. There are so many 'maybes' and I guess we could go on and on, attempting to explore and seek the truth, turning every situation on its head and inside out!

I crossed paths with a lovely woman about fifteen years ago. Actually she was massaging me with her powerful, healing hands. We shared a fairly short, interesting chat about the spirit world and all the help and opportunities available and offered to us on a daily basis. The more we spoke, the more excited I became and was ready for a deep, intriguing conversation, as I adore hearing other peoples' opinions and beliefs about spirit. Suddenly her hands stopped their rhythmical movements across my back and I heard her voice profoundly say:

' In the past, I spent years delving into spiritual laws,

meditating and socialising only with spiritualist etc,.

and I suddenly decided I needed to live life here in the physical,

and be present in the physical as best I can,

as the spiritual laws can wait until I return home.

I'm here to live a physical life,

so why attempt to keep my head in the clouds?

I have so much to do here,

and an eternity of spiritual living ahead of me.

It can wait!'

That stopped me in my tracks at the time and I've never forgotten her words since.

Maybe (here I go again!), she has a point!…... 

 

Is Worrying Really Justifiable?

I write these words while my beautiful sister-in-law is under-going major twelve hour surgery, and I'm waiting with bated breath to hear of any news, trying to keep grounded and not get ahead of myself, as best I can. Easier said than done!

Jude is a middle-aged, lovely, warm soul with a heart bigger than Texas. Not only that, she leads the healthiest lifestyle of all the family, yet is the one courageously having to tackle serious health issues. This again forces me to pose the question I have pondered over all my life!

Why is it some (unlikely) people are confronted with such devastating, often simultaneous, numerous occurrences, while others seem to breeze through their 'colorful' journey, ducking and weaving, spared of overwhelming grief and trauma? I guess I'm speaking of the uncontrollable challenges, such as having a life threatening diagnoses thrown our way or experiencing a major car accident with infinite health consequences or fatalities, or having a child pass away suddenly. These sorts of experiences are confronting, heartbreaking and debilitating on physical and emotional levels, and ones you wouldn't wish upon anyone. It always seems to me the most beautiful, thoughtful, genuine people become victims to these heart-wrenching traumas.

So, is our life's journey mapped out before we are born into the physical? Do we really have much control over our lives? I have often read and heard from spiritualists over many years, together with our spirit guides, we discuss and implement a plan (a blue-print as such), where our desired life lessons we wish to experience for ourselves here on earth, are established before we arrive. This includes the people, who play a part within our lives, hence also simultaneously fulfilling their personal lessons.

As the Spirit world (our home) is apparently an environment of pure love, it would seem from a spiritual stance, deciding on our life lessons would be easy while 'sitting on a cloud, feeling blissful' (I don't mean to be facetious, just an exaggerated example). We would believe, as we can view the whole picture of our intended physicality from this stance, we would breeze through our personal challenges in the physical, knowing the outcome, which awaits us consists of insightful teachings and our soul returning home, as our shell is given back to the physical earth (school).

However, I would imagine, as it's (again apparently) only the physical that grants us the pleasure (and pain) of feeling emotions, assuming our intended lessons will be uncomplicated from a place of pure love, may give us quite a shock as we are actually confronted with our lessons while in our bodies, having limited, if any, memory of our home. Maybe this is why souls subconsciously sometimes decide it's just too overwhelming and opt out to return home. If emotions weren't in the picture, life would be black and white and difficulties much easier to bear…...but would prove to be a cold and heartless existence.

Maybe our lessons and how they are executed throughout our lives, are cemented within our 'blue print', and free-will comes into it by challenging us to react positively to our given circumstances. I mean, by focussing on attempting to stay grounded as best we can and to push through the pain, accepting and seeing the glass half full, causing us to successfully learn the insight, thus aiding us to move forward – until the next hurricane from left field presents itself for us to conquer!

An example of this might be a heart broken woman, who has allowed herself to spiral into a deep, dark hole of depression, due to her husband's betrayal. She's experienced all the various emotions and has become shackled to anger, hate and resentment, blocking herself from moving forward and possibly meeting a new, wonderful man. She may begin to self medicate, igniting an addiction. She may become physically ill, due to holding on to the negative, damaging emotions.

Ultimately this woman's lesson is to work through, learn from and overcome a situation of betrayal. Choosing to take the difficult (much longer) road or the more grounded route is entirely up to her, as both could ultimately lead to the same outcome – eventually (unless she becomes extremely ill, overdoses or loses her life, in extreme cases). Please forgive me for being so blunt, and of course staying grounded during heart-breaking happenings is absolutely gut-wrenchingly challenging. I've been there too...

So, maybe we really don't have any control over our significance such as, the color of our skin, where we reside, who we marry, which occupation we are destined for, how many children we bear, which day, month, year, time we pass over to return home and how this will occur, or suddenly losing a loved one etc., and all the subtle and sledge-hammer style challenges along the way. Maybe our journey is already preordained - by us.

I always worry over my animals on the farm. Once snake season commences, I carry a constant anxiety, always fearful of (what hasn't even happened) a pet succumbing to a snake bite. It's awful and I consciously realise how detrimental this is to my health and well-being, but I am unable to shake it off, no matter how much effort I put in! However, if I believe the above to be true, it is already written how my animals will eventually depart this earth! They live their journeys too! Should I accept, let go and trust all is happening as it should? I have no control, so what's the point of wasting time and energy over the inevitable?

Maybe we worry for no reason because what will be, will be…. Should we just go with the flow, focussing on being the best we can be at any given moment, 'knowing' all is well, and will always be well, no matter what happens? These are curious thoughts I ponder over often, which completely intrigue me....

Good news. I have just heard beautiful Judy has withstood her operation well and the doctors are extremely pleased with her : )

Again, did I even need to worry? …….. 

 

Waves Of Emotion...

Over these last couple of weeks, between my work and farm life, I've attempted to make the most of the televised Olympic games coverage. I'm so in awe of the talented, resilient, elite athletes, who have worked exceptionally hard, and no doubt, have made many sacrifices along their road to success. It's very inspiring…

Of course, I am nation proud and obviously want Australia to do well, however it's the individual efforts/stories of all Olympians, who have brought me to tears often throughout the games.

I can't even begin to imagine the blood, sweat and tears shed over the many years of training toward reaching such significant personal goals. I'm sure illnesses and injuries have had their place, as well as endless hours of (probably mundane), repetitiveness. Memories of inevitable highs and lows, amazingly strong commitments and keeping the aspired goals in sight, like dangling carrots, add to the determination and hunger of such successful sporting campaigns.

You could sense the overwhelming joy and pride of the athletes, as they entered the Rio venue during the open ceremony, each one honored and humbly grateful to be there; walking tall behind their country's flag and most probably pinching themselves often. Then, as the games began and the Olympians prepared for their individual sports, emotions and adrenalin ran high – as did mine!

I cried for the winners standing on the podium, often in disbelief, listening to their national anthem play through the humongous speakers. I cried for the athletes, who missed out on a win, bitterly disappointed and emotionally beating themselves up in the process; sadly feeling their self-worth decline, as if measured by their success. The added media circus unfortunately amplified their nation's expectations.

I cried for all the various success stories, celebrating with each participant from my lounge room. I also cried for the devastated athletes, whose nerves engulfed them, at a crucial point, from the sheer pressure of being an Olympian. You can learn to prepare for all aspects of a sport, however no one can teach you the overwhelm of an Olympic environment and audience, and knowing of the trillions of eyes focussed on you through technology; counting on you to do your country proud. What a huge, daunting cross to bear.

I cried for the coaches, families and the rest of the support groups of these extraordinary sportsmen and women, each barracking and wishing their star well, while walking along side them, ready to adhere to their every need.

I also cried mixed tears of emotions for the star Olympians, whose dreams had once again

come true for the fourth or fifth time during Olympic participation, and who were now ready to hang up their boots, taking with them infinite, precious memories.

Each and every athlete should be so extremely proud of themselves, regardless of personal outcome. To be an Olympian is already such an amazing accomplishment, encompassing and proudly acknowledging all those hard yards of pain, stamina and clear purpose. The raw waves of every emotion complete the picture, which of course, are exaggerated within Olympic conditions. I think you are all incredible and should celebrate your outstanding achievements, regardless of podium outcome or not, especially our Aussies.

Congratulations and well done xo

Instant Peace...

In one of my previous blogs, I mentioned I returned to yoga this year; once again pursuing the ancient spiritual science, incorporating mind, body and spirit.

Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the self – The Bhagavad Gita.

Sounds pretty deep and insightful, doesn't it? And it is! It's an amazing process of stilling the natural upheaval of thoughts and restlessness of the body. Yoga is about going within.

Last time I actively pursued this practice, it was in a beautiful, suitable venue, close to the ocean. The atmosphere was serenely fitting, incorporating earth colors accentuated by dimmed lighting. Soft, but powerful repetitive music hummed in the background and the temperature of the room was just right.

Each week I would front up, ready to 'go within', and execute the yoga postures role modelled to the class as best I could. However, while I was balancing on one leg, or 'pretzeling' my body, my mind was busy planning my shopping list or guessing what time high tide was in the morning, and pondering over when would be a good time to turn the water pump on for the cattle troughs!

Nearing the end of the class, after I had usefully planned the following day, it was time for Savasana (corpse pose), which is a restorative pose consisting of lying down on the floor and relaxing your muscles. While Savasana requires no physical effort, it can be one of the most difficult yoga poses to master. 

 

'Students will find they either fall asleep, go into a dreamy state or otherwise find their mind thinking and planning for such mundane things as the grocery shopping, or worrying about work'.

Well, I'd already mentally completed my shopping list, so I skipped that bit and fell straight to sleep, (and upon waking, hoped I didn't embarrass myself by snoring). This happened every single week, however I found it to be a wonderful (guilt-free) rest; one I immensely enjoyed. The most uncomfortable part of the whole yoga experience was having to pick myself up off the floor at the end of each session and dragging myself home, especially during the cold South Gippsland winters…..

So five years on, I'm once again a keen participant of a yoga class; a different one, with a different teacher, and a somewhat different me. I actually do go 'within' now, as opposed to planning my shopping list. I do feel a stillness as I focus on my poses and imagine how my body, as a whole, is working its magic to create the particular postures. I even find myself in a subtle meditative state during my practice, or often I'm dizzy (in a good way), as I feel my body releasing pent up energies. By the time I'm walking (more like floating) out the door after a one and a half hour session, I always feel like I have just experienced a full-body massage, which is so nurturing and gratifying.

However the most profound simple act (one which I have always taken for granted), is my breath! Conscious breathing, taught within the yoga framework, is so powerful. Before each yoga pose, and sometimes at the completion, we start with our hands in prayer position, resting on our sternum, and focussing on our heart (centre) area. Through the nose, we breathe a few deep breaths in and out...and we are centred. In fact, 'we are centred immediately'. I find this astounding.

I now finally understand when, many times throughout my journey, I was encouraged to breathe during anxious times. It's our breath that transports us to the quiet place within (our centre), where time stands still and all is well. The ancient yogis taught that learning to control the breath can assist in regulating and calming the mind and that proper breathing enhances focus, concentration, relaxation, and energy.

So each time, as we go about our daily lives and feel off balance, anxious, upset, confused, nervous or even craving an unwanted addiction we have let go of, we can instantly become centred and brought back into 'the now', where there is no turbulence, no upheaval. All we need do is take some deep breaths, especially if we close our eyes and focus on our heart centre, and we immediately find peace, bringing ourselves back to the starting line, before the overwhelm. It's that simple!

So, I will continue on my enjoyable and inspiring yoga quest, reaping the many physical, mindful and spiritual benefits, while I will also remind myself to consciously breathe often as I go about my day, reducing mental noise of agitation, distractions and self-doubt.

I also need to continue to work on mastering the Savasana pose, as I still to this day find myself falling into a beautiful, deep sleep during the end phase of the yoga class.

This, I imagine, may take some time to perfect, as I'm not sure if I want to let my guilt-free nap go just yet. : )

A Blogger's Milestone...

Yay, I'm excited and proud of myself! 

 

One year ago, after spending way too much time in the contemplation stage, I finally became proactive and commenced this baby, my blog. How time flies!

August of last year, I promised myself I would commit to uploading one blog post a week, and although some weeks have been a little challenging, due to limited time, I have managed to achieve my goal. I'm celebrating a wonderful and satisfying 'sense of achievement'. : )

The post you are currently reading is the 52nd one to be published under The Stumbling Spiritualist banner, and approximately 3000 of you lovely souls have taken the time to read my stories, whereby, over the last twelve months shared my personal experiences. However, it's not about how many people read my blogs (although it's a lovely feeling to have them read), it's about putting a smile on someone's face when they need it most. Even if only one of you found the time to check my blogs out, creating that smile, I would still be over the moon.

My goal was to not only fulfill my own dreams by purposefully allowing creative juices to flow, but for you to realise you're not alone when it comes to questioning the possibility of spiritual phenomena. I have also documented various other experiences in the hope they would resonate with you on some level, offering reassurance, comfort and confirmation that you are not flying solo when it comes to sometimes feeling unsure, unbalanced, sensitive, insecure or emotional, whilst on this 'often crazy' life journey.

I have well and truly (and dare I say, bravely), put myself out there as I revealed personal accounts of my physical and emotional world. I pray, from interpreting my stories, you have taken with you that which you most needed at the time, and have somehow placed this information into your own perspective to assist growth and healing. This is my greatest wish for you as you absorb my words. They are honest and unpretentious, as I believe I am.

Reminiscing over this last year, I feel I have grown more mindful of... well,... everything really! Quite possibly it has a lot to do with this blog. All week, as I go about my daily life, I have a little mental note book in the back of my mind, collecting any unique, significant, thought provoking experiences or feelings to possibly share with you. Ones that arouse strong, certain emotions that we can all relate to and often reflect on, yet don't feel comfortable disclosing…Well, I disclose and will continue to do so, aiming for my highest potential to surface through infinite insights unveiled, one after the other, which in turn I will share to hopefully assist you to further unleash your personal power and wisdom.

Twelve months ago, I introduced myself as, ' A humble, middle-aged, fellow student of this wonderful, frustrating, confusing and amazing journey we call life'.

Today I am 'A humble, middle-aged, fellow student and blogger of this wonderful, frustrating, confusing and amazing journey we call life!' ….. : )

I am sincerely grateful for the opportunity to pen my experiences by allowing my passion to blossom, and I thank you so much for taking the time to read my heartfelt words. May they leave a positive, healing. lasting impression…..

With Love

The Stumbling Spiritualist