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Happy Easter, Happy Spring, Happy New Year to all my dear Readers. Today is truly a red-letter day, as your Angels have blessed me with a wondrous dream, which I am to share with you as the Earth awakens in the brightening sun.

Things started innocuously enough. As I lay sleeping in the early morning, I was suddenly alert to an odd scene that appeared before my eyes. I was standing on the west bank, the Buda side, of the Danube river as it flowed through Budapest, the capital of Hungary. My father stood a little diagonally to my right, his back to me, looking over the river, toward the east bank, toward Pest. He was watching the progress of my sister, Zsuzsanna, as she was gently floating on the surface of the water. What was unusual about this entire scene was that she was lying on her back in the water as my father directed her toward the far shore, and she was moving purely by the power of thought. As my father told her what he wanted from her and in what direction to float on the river, she was propelling herself solely by her own thoughts, in order to follow his directions. In watching this scene, I was of course not in the least surprised at what was going on, accepting all that I saw as a matter of course. As I stood on the riverbank watching Zsuzsanna’s progression across the river, suddenly a Presence made itself felt.

Before writing about the Presence, I am guided to tell you in detail all the impressions that I received from it and to set the scene specifically, all the better for you to picture it, my dear Readers. The Danube runs north/south through the portion of Budapest that contains the Parliament Building, a confection of architecture located on the Pest (east) side of the river (this building is worth a trip to www.google.com). The city of Buda lies on the west side of the river; the city of Pest on the east side, hence Budapest. I was standing on the grassy west bank as it sloped down to the water, so I was facing east, with the light behind me, although it was a cloudy day. My father was also standing on the west bank, southeast of me and nearly at the water’s edge, looking across the water, as Zsuzsanna neared the eastern shore.

I could feel the Presence in a northeasterly direction from us, up in the air, invisible in the cloudy, gray sky. This Presence was definitely otherwordly, angelic, female (!), and radiating energy, lots of energy, although I neither saw nor felt any Light. My impression of it was that it was kindly, nurturing, present in an educational capacity, showing me a scene, and then using both the scene and my thoughts about it to delicately guide my interpretations toward what was to become an extremely important conclusion.

As Zsuzsanna’s feet touched the bank, the Presence transmitted the thought to me that Zsuzsanna was doing this bit of water floating out of gratitude to our father for having helped her out so much in her life. Also out of gratitude, she had chosen to dedicate the remainder of her own life to being with him and serving him in whatever capacity he required, putting all her own needs aside and trusting him to whatever he asked of her. That was why she had willingly obeyed him when he had her drift across the water. Absorbing this bit of information from the Presence (and having no idea what all of that information meant), I once again became engrossed in the scene of Zsuzsanna floating along the water’s surface, ignoring the Presence and concentrating on the scene in front of me. It seemed that Zsuzsanna’s motion in the water was by her own power, but the scientist and observer in me wished to test this hypothesis. Toward this end, I suggested an experiment to my father.

“Let’s bring her across the river into the shallower part and ask her to just float in the water. The shallow part will be better, so if she sinks, we can rescue her and she won’t drown.” I suggested this experiment to my father to see whether Zsuzsanna was really propelling herself around the river and floating purely via her own thought power. He agreed to the experiment, especially to being careful not to hurt her. While we were pondering on how to proceed with this idea, my mind was turning, with the gentle guidance and aid of the Presence. I reasoned that Zsuzsanna must be floating across the water solely on the power of her own thought. My father had given the request, and she had fulfilled it by launching herself out onto the water on her back and propelling herself across the water without any physical means. Now, we were going to have her return across the river toward a shallower portion and see what she could do. I contemplated having her float not on top of the water, but above the water. As I pictured her being able to do that, suddenly the insight came to me (with obvious guidance from the Presence) what exactly is occurring when we pray. When we pray, we usually picture a powerful presence outside of ourselves who, if we can be convincing enough, will grant us our wishes. This presence is rather like a genii in a lamp, infinitely powerful, the keeper and distributor of all the goodies we can imagine, if we can only persuade him/her/it to look our way. If we have had a Christian religious upbringing, we usually picture this outside presence as an old man with a white beard (in the image and likeness of an elderly Jewish rabbi), a little touchy, but amenable with enough flattery or bribery: “I’ll be good if you’ll only give me a new car”, you pray, or “I won’t pick on my brother for a year if you just help me pass this test”, and so on. The point is that we focus on a force outside ourselves who can grant us our wishes and desires.

As these images rolled through my mind, I realized in a flash that the purpose of prayer was not to persuade an external supernatural being to take on our cause, but to convince ourselves that we are capable of manifesting our wishes in our lives and giving ourselves permission to manifest our wishes. Since we constantly create our individual universes with every decision we make, we, not some powerful external source, are the ones who manifest (or not) our wishes and desires. Prayer, then, is a way of “softening up” our own innate lack of self-confidence in being able to manifest our wishes.

Have you ever noticed that you receive some things more quickly through prayer, other things seem to take longer, while some things do not manifest at all, no matter how much or how long you pray? Now, at last, we can understand just why these seeming blocks occur.

That which we believe we can achieve is manifested the most quickly, because at some level we know that we are able to manifest them without any difficulty whatsoever. As an example, I know (truly believe) that I can very quickly find items that I have lost, if they are “findable” (not discarded or destroyed). So, when I pray to my Angels to find that doomaflotchy that I lost yesterday, I already expect it to turn up, and it always turns up in amazing short order. Each time, though, I am amazed and thank my Angels profusely for returning it to me. Yet in truth, it was my own knowledge (belief) and expectation that resulted in finding the lost item. In believing and expecting, I kept myself open to the idea of finding the lost article and find it I did. If I had not believed or expected, the article would still be lost, no matter how long I prayed to my Angels, because I would have put myself into a state that did not allow receipt of the lost object. When we neither believe nor expect, no amount of prayer can penetrate that state of non-reception.

That which we have some trouble believing we can receive manifests more slowly, because now we must take time to convince ourselves that we are able to manifest, or that we are deserving of this particular manifestation. Sometimes we have real and long-standing areas in which we have blockages or complete lack of self-confidence, so it can take a very long time before we can believe in their manifestation in our lives. Sometimes we cannot even make ourselves believe that these wishes of ours will ever happen. It is then that prayer seems to become useless. It is not that “God” or the Universe has turned a deaf ear to us. It is that we simply do not or cannot believe that we can/should/will ever have this wish. At these times, prayer seems useless, or that “God” or the Universe has decided not to grant us our wish, when it is only our own fears or other blocks that are in the way of manifestation.

Every minute of every day we create our individual lives based on our beliefs and expectations. Now that you know the true purpose of prayer, use it to soften up your beliefs so that you can begin to manifest the abundance that is your birthright.

The Presence leaves these messages of hope for you:

You will see it when you believe it.
“Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received them and they shall be granted to you” (Mark 12:24)
“Prayer changes things” Edgar Cayce

Having become a bit more settled in that Angel-induced whirlwind state which I jokingly refer to as “my life”, I am in a position once again, dear Readers, to transmit communication from the Other Dimension, our true Home. This one has to do with my glasses.

The Thursday before Halloween, my friends and I took part in a Ghost Walk in the city of my current residence. Before leaving for town, I took along a few select items, including my reading glasses in their maroon, faux leather case, placing them in pockets of my fleece. Since the particular pocket where my glasses were could not be secured with a zipper or in any other way, I took care to carry the fleece such that nothing would fall out of that pocket. Preparations complete, we set out on the Ghost Walk, walking all over town to the various venues where activities took place.

We walked to the Masonic Temple for a delicious barbecue supper; to the cemetery for spooky ghost stories; to the Opera House for a wonderful Olde Tyme review of songs and dancing. We walked along the train tracks in the center of town and talked to the man charged with operating the crossing signals when a train was approaching; we ambled to another review, where beautiful, unapologetic African-American women with the physiques of opera stars belted out one tune after another until even the rafters rang.

The evening festivities began to run down around 9 pm, so we drove home. At home, I reached into my fleece pocket to find all items intact except, no glasses. I couldn’t believe it. I had been so careful to keep that pocket upright, making sure that they didn’t fall out. Now, everything was intact, except for my glasses. In the midst of my brooding and regretting, a flash came before my inner eyes. The flash showed the front of the Opera House, with a clear picture of my glasses in their maroon, faux leather case. “Ridiculous!” I thought. “I could have lost those glasses anywhere while I was traipsing all over the city for four solid hours.” Annoyed and sad, I dismissed the flash totally since the glasses could easily be replaced with another pair from CVS. The maroon, faux leather case was another matter, however, since maroon, faux leather glasses cases from the ‘60’s were not in such ready supply. Resigning myself to my bad luck, I tried to put the incident from my mind.

The next evening, we went on part II of the Ghost Walk, which started with a lovely supper served up by parishioners dressed like monks in the basement of the local Methodist Church, a basement which had been transformed into catacombs. From there, we walked all over town again, as we visited beautiful old homes where ghostly figures regaled us with tales from days of yore. At around 7 pm, I found myself in front of the Opera House. I looked at the door and contemplated asking the staff if anyone had turned in a pair of glasses in a maroon, faux leather case. “Naw,” I thought, “what are the odds that my glasses would be there? I could have lost them anywhere. What’s the point?” But I had mentioned going to the Opera House to my friend, Jean, and she encouraged me to inquire. In addition to her urging, I became curious to see whether the flash I had received had been correct.

With surprising trepidation, I approached a young man in the lobby, asking him whether there was a lost-and-found section and whether anyone had turned in a pair of glasses the evening before. He replied that if glasses had been turned in, they would be on the piano at the front of the theatre, but, unfortunately, an act was currently in progress and could I come back at 7:30 pm after the act was over. “I could be anywhere at 7:30 pm,” I thought to myself, thinking that I probably wouldn’t be back at 7:30 pm. Still, there was that little, niggling curiosity. With these conflicting thoughts, I left, unsure what would happen, but reasonably certain that I would not be back, because my glasses probably were not there anyway.

We visited several more houses, then the sweet tea hit bottom and suddenly the facilities seemed very necessary. Interestingly, only the Opera House had public facilities, so back I went, accompanied by another friend. Idly glancing at my watch, I noted that the time was 7:32 pm, very close to the time recommended earlier by the young man. Going up to one of the staff who happened to be in the lobby, I inquired whether anyone had turned in a pair of glasses. “Let me ask him what he did with them,” she said. I was aghast. Had the flash been correct? She went outside and found the same young man who had spoken to me earlier. Without a word and only a glance at me, he walked into a room and returned quickly. In the hand he extended toward me was a maroon, faux leather case, containing my glasses! “Someone found these on the floor last night and turned them in,” he said. Goose bumps ran from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toenails—even my nipples had goose bumps. The flash had been totally and completely correct. Instantly, I knew that this must be conveyed to you, my dear Readers, to urge and encourage you to stay open to Angelic communication, and even more importantly, to trust it.

I am still aghast at this incident, each time I think of it. How trivial it seems that I would be given an Angelic flash over such a small item as a pair of glasses in a plastic case. Not only a flash, but a flash in color and in exquisite detail: the front of the Opera House with its glass doors and green/gold lettering, along with the case containing the glasses floating in mid-air, superimposed on the vision, but not so that it obscured the words, “Ye Olde Opera House” (my Angels expended considerable effort to insure that I saw the flash clearly and missed none of the fine details). We can become conditioned by our religious training to think that Angelic matters only deal with big things and important people. Given this kind of conditioning, we don’t really believe that Angelic messages deal with little people like us and our little affairs. The flash given to me vividly brings home the message that each and every detail of each and every one of our lives is so vitally important to our Angels that they willingly go to no end of trouble to help us achieve positive outcomes. It is written that we are loved so much by Heaven that every hair on our heads is counted. Believe it, dear Readers. Stay open to guidance, and the wonders that can be in your life will be revealed to you.

Today’s topic, vision boards, deals with a subject that I had firmly decided was pure wishful thinking, totally without merit. My first and only encounter with the idea of vision boards was long ago on a random episode of Oprah, in which she rhapsodized about setting up a board, pasting on it pictures of all of your dreams, wants, and desires, then sitting back and watching them manifest themselves. Pure hokum, I thought, and promptly put the idea of vision boards out of my head. Well, my Angels foxed me again. Inadvertently and unwittingly, I created a vision board, set it up in the perfect line of sight, instinctively adopted the correct mind-set, and succeeded in manifesting something that I had considered impossible, in a time-frame out of my wildest dreams.

It all started as I was translating into English the first volume of an extremely popular Hungarian fantasy series (sort of “Harry Potter” meets “The Lord of the Rings”). One of the characters in the story is a sporty, little, red, bewitched car by the name of Rouge Red. My friend, Béla (see also Archives, August 31, 2010 Erzsébet the Nutrition Angel and September 1, 2010 Erzsébet at work), and I used to laugh and joke together that once the book was published, I would buy a hot little red car and call her “Rouge Red”. Also in fun, he made the most outrageous claim that she would be a Mercedes Benz, because everyone knows that published authors are a rich lot. No, I told him, Rouge Red is definitely a BMW. We would continue in this vein, being as outrageous as possible, and just laughing our heads off. Great fun.

So, this past February, my elderly BMW (which I had purchased 8 years ago for a pittance as a used car and which now had nearly 200,000 miles on it) ran into a wheel-bearing problem, so I took it to the dealer for service. Usually when I wait for my car, I just sit down in the waiting area and read, because it would do me no good to browse the showroom. Those cars are all shiny and new, but with those price tags, they might as well all be on the moon. For some unknown reason, though, I decided to look around in the showroom this time, unrealistic price tags or not. My eyes fell on a 328xi in vermillion red and I was immediately in lust. Not only love, but lust. Never in my life have I lusted after a car and here I was, hopelessly, helplessly, irrevocably in lust. Immediately I knew that I had met Rouge Red in person. Except that I didn’t have a spare $42,000 in my pocket. Besides that, even if I had had that much money to spend, I wouldn’t spend it on a car, because of the depreciation factor. Still, enthralled, I looked her over. She was perfect: size, color, interior, accessories, you name it, she had it, and it was all perfect. I felt like Dorkness falling head over heels for a supermodel. Sighing, I acknowledged the impossibility of my desires, gave her one last, longing look, and sat back down to wait for my elderly car to be fixed.

Despite not a snowball’s chance in Hell of ever having this little red car in my possession, I did some research on this model BMW and began musing. Just for fun, I also looked up the Blue Book value of my 1999 323i, which came to the grand total of $2,000. That was a bit of a shock, but it gave me a good laugh. My elderly BMW (which I loved driving) was worth way more than that to me, and I gave it not another thought. Over several days, I told some of my friends and co-workers about the car and just generally gushed about it. We all agreed that it’s nice to have a dream and left it at that. But my Angels did not leave it at that. A few weeks later, BMW marketing sent me a packet containing their new offerings for 2012. Included in this packet was a 4X6 glossy photo of a representative car of each of their models. One of them was, you guessed it, a photo of a red 328xi. I laughed out loud. How funny, I thought. Here they even send me a photo of Rouge Red, just to tease me. Throwing away all of the ads, I kept the one photo and put it in a prominent place in my keeping room (kitchen). Each and every time I went past it, I alternately drooled and laughed.

I had a great time telling this story to my friends and co-workers. In the meantime, I began to wonder just how I could have this car in my possession. The best idea I could come up with was to contact the dealer in two year’s time. Perhaps the price would have dropped significantly by then, and I would have a better chance of affording it. A 50% price reduction would sit well with me, as that would put it in the same price range as a Toyota, Honda, or Subaru. Again, though, these thoughts were just idle fancy, for I had truly accepted that having this car in my possession was an unrealistic fantasy. And I was OK with that. Despite my lust, I accepted that I could not afford this shiny machine, no matter what my lust told me. Heaving the sigh of unrequited love, I went about my business.

April came and time to take off the snow tires. Again taking my car to the dealer, I sought out Rouge Red in the showroom. She was gone. It’s just as well, I thought, and settled down to wait. Soon, the service manager, who I have known for many years, came out to discuss my bill with me. Just in conversation, I mentioned that I had looked up the Blue Book value of my car and was shocked at the figure. I told him that it was worth way more than $2,000 to me. We laughed, then he asked me whether I had seen the BMW ads on TV, $328/month for a 328xi. He explained that I could lease that car for 30 months for $328 per month. He told me about another customer who, like me, had an elderly BMW with 210,000 miles on it, and she had leased a car. He said that both he and his girlfriend had also each leased one. “Where else could you get into a $42,000 BMW for that kind of money?” he asked. “Nowhere”, I answered. The thought was intriguing, but I still dismissed it. It still seemed like a pipe-dream to me. Telling him I would think about it, I paid my bill and went home.

The next afternoon, my phone rang. It was a salesman from the BMW dealership, calling me at the recommendation of the service manager. This was amazing. I felt as if the Universe was cramming this car down my throat, no matter that I was not particularly interested. This salesman answered all of my objections satisfactorily. It seemed that BMW could accommodate even the fussiest potential customer. I agreed to meet with him the next day, and then it was all over. My credit application was accepted, they found me my Rouge Red (with a moon/sunroof, no less), and I am now in possession of this impossible dream, leasing it at a price I can afford, with the option to buy it after 30 months for approximately $25,000. I am still in shock.

In shock, I called one of my longtime friends to tell her the story. At the end, she simply said, “vision board”. When that didn’t make sense to me, she told me that pasting pictures on a board, looking at them frequently, and keeping one’s mind open is the fastest way to achieve the results of one’s desires. She, herself, had manifested her horse, Bay, in this manner. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Something I had completely dismissed as bogus had just resulted in giving me something I had desired, and in an inordinately short time. Of course, now I am all afire, with no end of ideas for my new vision board.

Again, dear Readers, your Angels have chosen me as the guinea pig so that through my own experiences you can profit and gain in abundance, both materially and spiritually. The environment needed for success with your vision board is, first of all, a vision, idea, desire. Obtain a picture of it. Look at this picture often. Next, adopt the correct mental outlook for success. This appears to be an open receptiveness, with no urgent requirement for immediate fulfillment. Keep it loose and sweet; don’t grasp and grab (these attitudes will result in failure). Leave it up to your Angels to know the correct time for delivery. Finally, just sit back, marvel, and enjoy as your heart’s desire arrives on your doorstep.

Your Angels have had me on another assignment for some time, which explains my recent absence from these posts. They have given me leave, for the moment, to share with you another tidbit from their realm. This concerns the finding of lost articles. How many of us have lost keys, wallets, earrings, cell phones, glasses, and so on, then have spent valuable time searching for them, sometimes to no avail? Your Angels ask you, why do the hard work by yourselves? Why not ask for Heavenly aid, which is always at your fingertips, for the mere asking? They encourage you to seek their assistance, much as my Hungarian friend Béla did in the following three hand-picked-by-Angels examples. You may remember Béla from his earlier brush with Erzsébet:

August 22, 2010: Table Tilting
August 24, 2010: Experiments in Spirit Power
August 31, 2010: Erzsébet the Nutrition Angel
September 1, 2010: Erzsébet at Work

A few days ago, Béla called to chat. It seemed that his lawn sprinkler had stopped working. Feeling adventurous, he took the sprinkler apart, noted all the parts, then put it back together. When he tried it out, it didn’t work. Blessed with mechanical ability, Béla realized that an important gasket was missing, without which the sprinkler was dead in the water, so to speak. Fuming, he trooped out to the lawn to find it. He searched everywhere in the grass near to where the sprinkler had been, but found nothing. He searched the garage where he had disassembled and reassembled the sprinkler. Nothing. Becoming increasingly frustrated, he suddenly remembered Erzsébet. “Erzsébet, find that #&%@ gasket for me!” he said demurely. He felt a “zone” around him. He walked over to the reassembled but nonoperational sprinkler in a kind of trance. He picked it up. He turned it around. There, stuck to the side of the shaft was the missing gasket. Aghast, he chuckled aloud and thanked her for her assistance. Had he not found this gasket, it would have meant a trip to the hardware store and much time and energy in disassembly and again reassembly. Asking for help, he found that non-findable gasket within a few, extremely short minutes.

Flushed with success and basking in my encouragement, Béla related two instances in which his departed father, Béla, Sr., had directly helped him find important missing items. The first instance involved a key that was nowhere to be found. Béla, Sr. had been a carpenter and as such, had a completely stocked workshop. Being so stocked, articles were sometimes hard to find. Béla, Jr. needed a key that his father had kept down in the workshop, but where to look? There were benches, drawers, countertops, boxes, chests, barrels, toolboxes—the list of possibilities for the location of the key was endless. Somewhat exasperated, Béla said loudly, “Papa, where is the key??” Immediately, something turned him around 180 degrees so that he was now facing a small drawer in the shop. Again in a trance, he opened the drawer and there, inside, on the left was the key. Not given to rumination, Béla took the key and used it for its purpose.

Another time, Béla misplaced his glasses. He looked high. He looked low. He back-tracked. He searched. He hunted. Nothing. Exasperated, he hollered, “Papa, where are my glasses?!” Something turned him around and pushed him into the blue bedroom of his house and over to the middle bookshelf. There, on the shelf, were his glasses. Béla was in shock. As he told me the story, he said that he, himself, would never have thought to look there, since he had forgotten that he had been in the room earlier and had placed the glasses on the shelf.

Once again, these are seemingly extremely small examples of Angel power, yet how powerful they are. Items are lost. Items cannot be found. A cry for help is sent. Help is immediately given and the item is located. How cool is that? My own personal favorite request for aid is, “If it is findable, thank you for bringing it to me.” Never once has this failed me, if the item was findable. I used it to try to locate my lost cat, once, but she had been called to Heaven, so she was not findable on this earth. Consequently, my Angels could not bring her to me physically. But they allowed her to come to me and to purr in the middle of my chest while I was asleep. She purred so loudly and with such vigor that it felt almost like a million bumble-bees humming in my chest. The purr was so intense it was almost painful. In this way, though, my Angels both brought her to me and gave me reassurance that she was safe and happy. Happy? She was ecstatic and was overjoyed to share this with me.

Your Angels encourage you to talk to them, ask them, enlist them for aid. They understand that we all have come here with difficult assignments and even understand how trying our lives can be. They desire to be of assistance. Ask them for help. Request their aid. And listen to their soft, sweet murmurs of advice. They are on your side.

Your Angels are vitally interested that you understand the extreme importance of the role of belief in your life. They have addressed this idea before in several posts:

June 5, 2010: “seek with expectation”
June 6, 2010: “belief: the missing link”
June 7, 2010: “expand your belief”
July 31, 2010: “thoughts are things”

Yet, today, they again made it clear to me just how important that little idea of belief is, for that which you believe will become present for you in your physical world. That which you do not believe will not manifest itself in your immediate physical world, even though it is present in the larger physical world. As is their habit, your Angels have a story to illustrate their advice.

An acquaintance of mine, Zelda, has an issue with abundance. She is unable to manifest it. In particular, she is unable to manifest green energy, which we know by its other name, money. In addition, she is unable, at present, to see how her beliefs contribute to this seeming inability to manifest abundance. Several years ago, she called to lament her lack of funds. Her Angels presented her with several suggestions, all of which would result in an increase in her funds. One of these suggestions involved claiming a balance of nearly $3,000 held by a local bank, in her name, in a “lost accounts” fund. She seemed excited by this prospect. I heard little of any progress in this direction but was not surprised, since she has honed procrastination to a fine art.

In a recent conversation with Zelda, she again lamented her low bank account. Inquiring about the “lost funds” held by the bank, she became very defensive and told me that she could not get the funds. The defensive/aggressive tone of her voice tipped me off to a deeper issue. With gentle probing by her Angels, we uncovered her major obstacle. In her own words, “I don’t believe that I can get that money. It doesn’t seem real to me.”

Aha! Now we are at the crux of the matter: she doesn’t believe; and acquisition does not seem real to her. In other words, while intellectually she can hear the words that $3,000 is waiting for her at a bank, emotionally that money might as well be on the Moon or in a movie or in the next galaxy over. She is not able to feel that this money belongs to her and that it will be sitting in her very own savings account in her lifetime. That explains why she has not pursued it, why she was put off so easily by any attempts to pursue it, why she is not pursuing it at the present time, and why she has no plans to pursue it. To her belief system, that money does not exist, so why bother to pursue it? Thus, this money is present in the physical realm, but not present in her immediate physical world.

My fervent hope is that all of you, dear readers, are shaking your heads in wonder and nodding them at the same time. Shaking your heads at the futility of her belief system, yet nodding knowingly because you know that changing her belief will result in manifestation of this $3,000 in her bank account. Many people say, “I’ll believe it when I see it”. Dr. Dyer knows that You’ll See It When You Believe It (see Reading). So how can Zelda help herself? She can become aware of her belief system (see November 15, 2010, It’s all about Awareness). Once she has become aware of this belief, she can choose to think differently. Once she thinks differently, she can choose to believe that this money is real, that it is hers, and then take steps to claim it, thus bringing it into her immediate physical reality.

Your Angels know that belief systems are often ingrained, ruts worn deep by many years and decades of consistent wrong thinking. Becoming aware of those belief systems is a huge accomplishment in itself. Once an ingrained belief is identified, you might have to just sit with it for a while—sometimes years—looking at it, understanding it, making peace with it, before you can move on to replacing it. With Zelda, to her eternal credit, she was able today to hear herself admit that she does not believe the money to be real. Once she realizes this important belief, she can begin to process it and choose to believe differently. She may continue to choose to believe the money is not real, but somehow, once a belief is exposed, it doesn’t have the same power over us that it had before we were aware of it.

Your Angels hope that you will take this little story to heart, make it your own, and start to become aware of your own belief systems which get in your way. What belief is holding you back? Do you believe yourself to be unlovable? Do you believe that you must suffer? Do you believe that you must be poor? Do you believe that life is hopeless, so why try? Ferret out those harmful beliefs. Know that your life is only as rich as your belief system, then trust that your Angels will show you the way to an abundance of riches, however you define them.