Emergency Manifestation Energy Request

The subject of inheritances has come up before as I am in the middle—no, toward the end—of settling my Mother's estate, which has resulted in sibling battles between me and my sister.

To assist with this, I went to Uni-Festation and requested good energy be sent toward a fast resolution to the estate. It worked—the date I had in mind was the date I received an email from the lawyer regarding this. However... I goofed. Because what he said and how I envisioned it are two entirely polar opposite things, and it's NOT good. It was, in fact, EXTREMELY upsetting to me.

Yes, I know, great opportunity to practice peace and to try to find the lesson in it and figure out why on earth I attracted it.

I believe I attracted it to myself because I focused on the wrong thing.

I focused on settling the estate, quickly and fairly. Truth be told, the latest proposal has validity as being A logical and fair method of settling. But it is not nearly ideal nor is it mutually beneficial.

There is only ONE solution that fits this. There is only ONE obstacle.

The two unsold lots.

My Mother's estate consists of a large sum of cash and two properties. One is my childhood home, the other was Grandma's house in another part of the state. The Will allowed me to choose to take either house as my primary residence. I chose my childhood home. That meant Grandma's house on 9 acres would be sold and the profits split accordingly. We'll just foregoe the discussions of the 10,000 ways to balance distribution that we've had, none of which my sister found agreeable for one reason or another.

Grandma's house didn't market well as one property due to two factors: zoning restrictions preventing more than one livestock on the property means it's not appealing to horse or cow people so it's just land; and the house itself was built in 1880 and needs serious TLC. So we subdivided. The land perc'd and was surveyed into three lots.

I put out a call for energy earlier this month on my hobby blog and within three days, Lot #2 sold. We're closing mid-April. But that's not enough to move my sister to settle amicably—she is still fighting to get an extraordinary amount of cash up front and "make me wait" (despite both of us needing the assistance the cash could bring) OR, as ludicrous as this sounds, allow her to take all the cash in the accounts and if I take any right now, it's considered a loan from her which I would pay back at 6% interest because this is the amount she's paying on the mortgage she can't pay down because she hasn't yet received her inheritance.

I'll pause for a moment to allow that to sink in.

Yes, the lawyer actually thought this sounded reasonable, to pay interest on my own inheritance. You can see why I was upset (understatement).

After working it out that I understand she must be in hell to have suggested the settlement she did (without condoning it), I came to the understanding that the only real obstacle here is NOT her unwillingness to settle "my" way or my unwillingness to allow her to railroad me. The real obstacle to our lives' progress is the two unsold lots.

So I'm shifting my focus. The estate CAN be settled without the lots being sold, but it will be awful. It would involve partial distribution of the cash (if we could ever agree on the split) and the estate would remain open until the other lots are sold.

However, with the two lots sold, the estate automatically settles without further need for discussion or negotiation. All the money is in one place, it's done, and we split and move on.

So this is what I'm asking of my manifestation friends. Let's all focus on news that Lots #1 and #3 have SOLD. Visualize my next post reading something like this:

OMG THANK YOU!!!!! The two remaining lots SOLD today!!! We got close to our asking price on both!!! We close in 30 days (or less)! Sister dropped all the nonsense because we're dividing ALL the money in a month or less! OMG IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!!!

As always, thank you all in advance, and let me know over on Unifestation if you have any needs to which YOU need energy sent. Many blessings, have a spectacular weekend.

Together We Can Uni-Fest Great Things

Have you set an intention, but it seems to be stuck on pause? Perhaps all it would take to get it moving again is a little extra energy. But not YOUR energy. Maybe you're still harboring a few persnickety limiting beliefs that are gumming up the works. Maybe your energy is miring it in the mud.

Maybe what you need is some outside energy; a little help from your friends.

Or complete strangers who have your best interests in mind, who are on the Positive Thinking/LOA bandwagon, who have experience manifesting good things and who are unbiased enough to put out pure, unadulterated positive vibes in your favor.

Maybe you need a little UNI-FESTATION.

What the heck is that, you ask? Venture on over to my new blog and find out more. It's an offshoot of this blog and I think you'll like the idea.

Unknowingness

What is happening to television all of a sudden? Everywhere I turn, I'm finding inspirational viewing choices for a change! Last night, PBS (a channel I rarely watch) featured a program by Dr. Wayne Dyer "Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life"; tonight, it was Deepak Chopra with "The Happiness Prescription". I sware, it's becoming increasingly difficult to maintain an unenlightened state around here. ;-)

One thing Chopra said resonated with me so profoundly I had to rewind to make sure I'd heard it right. It was like someone whacked me over the head with an awareness stick when he said it. The subject of fear was being discussed (relevant, much?) and he delivered a concept that blew my mind.

Basically, the concept is this: People fear the unknown: the future, death, uncertainty, and so on. But what we consider to be the "known" Universe is just the past, programming from the past. It's known because it's already happened.

The unknown, however, is everything else. The future, that is, every moment from this present moment forward, IS UNKNOWN. This is why we fear it. But we shouldn't, because if the past is known and based on what has happened already, the unknown future is full of infinite possibility.

Yeah, yeah. Sounds like a bunch of metaphysical mumbo-jumbo right?

Unknown = Infinite Possibility. Let that roll around in your head for a minute.

The future is not set in stone. No matter what has happened in the past, even if circumstances are similar, it doesn't automatically mean that the outcome will be the same! It's unknown! It still has a chance to be altered!

Even in a situation where 9 times out of 10 the end result from that set of circumstances was X, on some occasions it was Y. But since the outcome has not happened yet... it is still UNKNOWN. Or maybe it's always been X for as long as anyone can remember... until someone decides to choose Y anyway—and Y happens instead. It doesn't matter. The outcome is still "out there", unknown. Possible. Even if the possibility is so microscopically remote that it's nearly impossible to believe in. The point is, it's wide open territory for choice.

Get it?

That means you have the chance to make a choice RIGHT NOW that can alter the outcome. You can be the Y instead of the X!

I'm not sure if this makes any sense to anyone else, but it's gone another level beyond where I was earlier. NOW I understand how people can have so much faith and belief even in seemingly impossible situations: it's because they know this instinctively, or have learned it, and they know that if it hasn't happened yet, it can still be changed. Regardless.

That, my friends, is profound.

Waiting Faster

I can relate to this comic—can you?

There is a timespace between Point A (setting the intention) and Point B (manifestation of the outcome). It is a limbo land where nothing appears to be different or happening. Sometimes things even appear to be getting worse or moving in the opposite direction.

Deepak Chopra calls it the Law of Uncertainty. Others refer to this as the Allowing Phase.

I call it the In-Between Time.

And it sucks.

Sometimes it passes without much notice. Sometimes it goes by quick—almost immediately.

Then there are the times when it seems to be dragging on forever, and ever, and ever.

Or the times when, like I mentioned earlier, things seem to be going the wrong way.

It can even get scary.

Ask me how I know.

Someday, when this is all over with, I'll tell you.

Because I'm in the In-Between Time right now on a couple of major issues. They involve properties, inheritances, and estate matters. Eventually they will all resolve. When they do, there will be a very nice impact on my finances. I've been very patient.

But dudes, I really gotta wait faster. Because the waiting has had the opposite effect on my finances, and other things in that direction weren't moving so well, either. And frankly, it's been moving toward a very scary place.

Last weekend, I had some of the most GINORMOUS epiphanies about money, about the limiting beliefs and counter intentions surrounding these issues, and it didn't stop there. I tell ya, it has been an extremely profound few weeks for me. The insights I've gained could fill a book.

Actually, they probably will, not too far in the future.

But I digress.

Possibly the most profound insight I've had relates to FEAR versus FAITH. I've experienced so much fear along with my hyperactive limiting beliefs that I've almost had panic attacks. Until a couple of days ago, when I realized that FEAR is a signal to me that I feel I'm lacking something important—and there is a solution.

So simple, in fact, that I don't know why I didn't realize it before. I've heard it from a gazillion sources, Christian, LOA, Zen, you name it—but it never sank in.

All you gotta do is ASK.

First of all, FEAR and FAITH cannot co-exist within the same moment. You have to choose to experience one or the other. That helped some.

Next, you've probably heard things like "Let go and Let God", or you've been told to "send all your needs up to God" or similar. "Ask, and it shall be given; seek, and ye shall find." Then there is that line about believing it to be already there. Well, it suddenly makes sense.

ASK.

What brought this home in a big way was an exercise in which I listed every limiting belief I had about the outcome of the issues. I won't bore you with the details, but money was just the surface issue. The core issue was:

I am deathly afraid that once this last obstacle standing in the way of my dreams is lifted, I'll find out I don't really HAVE a dream to follow. Then where will I be?

Heavy, right?

Well, what do you do about that? I wondered.

A little voice in my head cleared its throat and said, "Well... you could always ask for a new one."

OH.

I thought about that for a bit, and I realized:

• If I'm afraid of not having a dream, ask for the courage to accept it; then, ask for a new one, even better and more attainable than any previous dead dreams.
• If I'm afraid my old house won't sell, ask for a new owner to come along.
• If I'm afraid I don't have the guts to try something, ask for the courage.
• If I'm afraid I'll fail, ask for assistance in achieving success.

Whatever it is that you lack that causes you to experience fear, ASK for the opposite.

Then, of course, express gratitude for receiving it, and believe it is there. See yourself as the person you would be IF you had that.

This is helping me "wait faster" and get through the In-Between Time (which, by the way, feels like it's just about over).

Sometime over the weekend, I realized that:

1. I have nothing to fear because I can ask for what I lack and trust the Universe (God, Tao, Deity of Choice) to provide it
2. As Deepak says, if you're experiencing the uncertainty it is a sure sign you are getting closer to its manifestation
3. What I see in front of me today is the shadow of what I attracted in the past; but it doesn't represent what my more recent thoughts are manifesting. So I need to look past what's in front of me to what's ahead.
   
4. It very well MIGHT look "worse" before it looks better, but that's where I'll just have to stay in faith and peace even more deeply

I made a definite, profound shift in consciousness this weekend. Not just this, but also related to money. But I'll save that epiphany for another day. Odd that I'm feeling such peace about life in a situation where many people would be feeling the exact opposite. (No sign of the men in the white coats so far... LOL!)

If you feel moved to send out a little positive energy towards the quick and profitable sale of the properties involved and imminent resolution of the related matters, I'd certainly be moved to gratitude and ask that you be blessed as well.

For Just a Dollar A Day

I encourage you to visit my new friend Todd at his website and learn about his wonderful idea—Give Away a Dollar A Day. I've already joined the campaign.

There are many fun ways in which we can give away a dollar a day to promote the positive flow of abundance energy out into the Universe, and by default attract more of that energy back to us, because that's how it works—what we put out, we get back in Spades (or Aces, depending on the kind of energy we're putting out).

As I was reading Todd's list, a memory returned. I have a friend who has unknowingly been participating in this already, and I witnessed it first-hand. I emailed the story to Todd—you can read it by following this link.

If you are up for the challenge, go for it! If, as Todd says, the idea of giving away a whole dollar unnerves you, give away a quarter. Or even a penny. It's not the dollar amount that counts—it's the attitude that is put into the coin or bill that counts. This is all about the energy.

Give it a shot. Really. It's "only" a dollar. I know—you're saying, "What if it doesn't work? I'll have lost a dollar and I might need that someday". OK, sure.

But... what if it DOES?

Who Are We, Really?

THIS IS NOT WHO YOU ARE, BUT WHO YOU WANT TO BE.

I was blogsurfing my hobby blogs when I came across the above quote. It made me pause and think. (If this entry of mine sounds familiar... it's because you must know me from my other blog. Yes, I've cross-posted, but for personal reasons, I'm keeping the blogs separate from each other for now.)

The quote was from Peter Walsh, the "Clean Sweep" de-cluttering guru. Mr. Walsh said this to a woman on Oprah who was drowning in cookbooks and supplies she never used, in response to her telling Peter that she always intended to do more serious baking.

This is not who you ARE, but who you want to BE.

If you are Peter Walsh, this is probably the go-ahead to start chucking the cookbooks and supplies, and letting go of the desire to be someone you "aren't".

Or is it?

I tend to disagree, at least in part.

Perhaps this should be viewed as a signpost, pointing to your deepest dreams rather than a castle in the sky to be torn down without a second thought!

I'm all for uncluttering one's life and eradicating unnecessary items, for stripping away things that do not fit one's ideal vision of their lives. But who is to say that the person one wants to be is something that can never be attained?

Everyone lives in a state of denial, denying themselves the things they most want because limiting beliefs, negative past programming, and subconscious counter intentions tell them that they don't deserve it, they don't have the skills/talents, it's a waste of time/money/energy, it's extravagant, it's frivolous, it's too hard, it's too easy—and so on. We all have programming along these lines, particular to our own cases, thanks to our upbringing and what we've been exposed to throughout our lives.

But we will occasionally get nudges, glimpses into a better, brighter world, a world we want very much to trade up to and live within.

Maybe for the cookbook woman, the idea of being a more serious baker was the answer to a call coming from her soul telling her that her destiny is to BE a baker. Or a cookbook author. Or a network food chef. Or something related.

Maybe for her, it's the signpost pointing toward her deepest unrealized dream. Her destiny.

Or, perhaps it's a response to feelings of self-worth. Maybe she's trying to make up for someone in her life who failed to meet expectations. Maybe her mother wasn't "there" for her growing up, and she saw other mothers who baked for their families, and associated baking with love and nurturing. Maybe she feels a deep-rooted need to either fill the void in her own life that was created by her mother's ignorance of that role by going above and beyond expectations for her own family. Maybe she needs to bake to prove to herself that she's a better Mother/Wife/Nurturer than her own mother was. I'm speculating, of course. But it would make sense.

In the first instance, it would be wholly unwise for the woman to be told to chuck out her supplies and give up on trying to be that person. In this instance, she would be practicing even further denial of her own TRUTH. Instead, she should be encouraged to find out why she has been avoiding it, and work to overcome the limiting beliefs that are blocking her—then make "serious baking" a priority in her life. Begin to live the life that she's dreaming of.

In the second instance, it would be beneficial and life-altering for the woman to let go of the supplies, if she has also become aware of the beliefs that lead her there, and lets go of them at the same time. In this instance, letting go would bring about healing and allow her to see the rise of her own true self.

I suppose my response is not as simple as "No, that's wrong" or "Yes, that's correct". My response would be that one must go further than just saying "Oh, that's just who you want to be, but you're not, so let it go". One must delve deeply into their own psyche and find the reasons WHY they want to be this other person. Only then can they make a sound decision to allow themselves to BE the person they want to be, or to let that person go so that they can realize their own true dreams.

The Piano Under the Stairs

My first awareness of who I am happened when I was very small. My parents took me with them to visit my maternal Grandmother in southern Ohio. For some reason, we went over to the "old house" to visit whomever lived there, so I must have been VERY small—like 4 or 5. Old enough to wander around on my own unsupervised, as long as I was within earshot and easy rescuing.

When we visited, we stayed with Grandma at her victorian farmhouse, the one on M Road. That's the house my Mother grew up in (and Sister, too, for a few years after her own father died). It's the house my Grandma grew up in. But not the first house. The first house Grandma grew up in was referred to as the Old Brick House. It's an impressive all-brick mid-1800s farmhouse in a tiny hamlet across the road from where Uncle H lived when he was alive. He and his boys farmed the land the house sat on (still do, or at least one son does).

That's where we were, at the Old Brick House. The adults were visiting amongst themselves. The older kids were off playing outside. I must've been too little to go outside with them, so I was exploring this fascinating old "mansion". (To me it was a mansion.) I found an upright piano tucked under the stairwell in the darkened hallway. I gingerly lifted the keyboard cover—not the whole thing because it was much too heavy, but the first hinged portion—I flipped it up and open... and my fingers experimented.

Oh my goodness, each of these white planks makes a different sound!

Randomly, my tiny digits walked the ivories, testing the sounds. Something clicked inside of me—there was a structure to this, and if I could figure it out, I could recreate the sounds I heard in my head. By accident, I missed a couple notes on the way down the scale I was exploring and discovered intervals. Didn't know what they were, of course, but my ear recognized that it corresponded to America The Beautiful.

Intrigued, I fiddled with it. Play the interval. Try to find the next notes. Miss. Hit. Miss. Hit. Hit. Repeat. Memorize. Not long after that, I was very slowly picking out the notes for America The Beautiful. Then I figured out, by ear, a couple of other little songs I'd heard before.

After a time, my Mother came to rescue the piano from me (I was probably annoying some of the pickier elders with the "noise" I was making). But before I was whisked away, I said, "Look Mom!" and I carefully picked out America the Beautiful.

I think I got a "that's good, dear" before she shut the top and dragged me back to the fold. But every chance I got, I found myself magnetically drawn back to the amazing noise maker (much to their annoyance), and everywhere we went, if there was a piano around, that's where you found me.

Shortly thereafter, I found myself enrolled in a children's choir, accompanied by a young gal who played guitar, and the rest is history. Guitar lessons began two years later.

It must've frustrated my parents to have to practice constant vigilance around me, keeping me close by when I was hypnotically drawn to pianos—which EVERYONE had, of course, but us—but... I have to wonder now... what went through their minds when they realized what they were hearing wasn't just tuneless banging, but was the actual melody to America the Beautiful? What thought did they have when they realized it was me picking out the tune, that I'd never been near a piano, that I had no musical training whatsoever (yet—I was four!), and that I was not only doing it completely by ear, but also at the right pitch AND from memory?

It must have blown their minds.

That I can remember this hazy moment so vividly is mind-blowing, as well.

Just a few moments ago, I realized something else. I need to confirm this with my cousin JH, but I think it's a good chance that I have that very piano in my possession now. When JH's mother, V (my Mother's cousin, daughter of Grandma's sister), was moved out West (where JH lives) to ride out her days in a nursing home, JH had to clear out the house. V said she wanted me to have the pianos (yes, plural) because I was the musical one in the family. JH said I didn't have to take both unless I wanted them, because the one was so broken down and in need of repair, but it was there because it'd been in the family for so long. Of course, I took it along with the refinished one, fully expecting that one day I'd have it restored.

It's been sitting in the garage at my old house since the day I moved it in. Untouched.

But it occurred to me today, that that piano may well be the VERY piano that was tucked under the stairs at the Old Brick House—the very piano upon which my fingers first cautiously and bravely picked out a familiar tune, launching my journey into the world of music.

No wonder I have major subconscious blocks about getting rid of it.