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My friend, Nancy, has a mother, Zelda, who is ill with a terminal condition. Nancy has brought Zelda to her home and is taking care of her there. Due to this terminal disease, Zelda has bouts of memory lapse and strange behaviors, which Nancy indulges within reason. One of these is that Zelda likes to sleep on the couch in the enclosed porch, so Nancy has made her an alternative bed there.

One night, Nancy had lain down to sleep. Sleep would not come, however, because she kept hearing odd noises coming from the enclosed porch and kept seeing a vision of the glass-topped coffee table that stood in front of the couch. Try as she might, Nancy could not dismiss this image from her mind. Sighing, she got up to see what was going on.

Quietly opening the door to the porch, Nancy was aghast to see her mother on all fours smack atop the glass-covered coffee table! She stood there in shock, thinking how her husband had just had the top repaired because of a crack, wondering how on earth her mother had managed to get on top of the table, and wondering just how she could extract her mother from the table without breaking the glass again. For the problem was that the glass would surely break if Zelda were to put uneven weight on the glass, as she must if she were to get herself off the top of the table. Without a second thought, Nancy hurried to the table, put her arms around her mother’s chest, lifted up, and stood there for a second, expecting her mother to help with the extrication.

As Nancy lifted Zelda up into the air, she was expecting her mother to put out a foot onto the floor, or an arm to steady herself and aid in the extrication process, neither of which her mother did. Instead, Zelda had curled up her arms and legs, tucking them up against her body. “Ma! You’ve got to help me get you down!” cried Nancy, but Zelda just held her pose. In the next instant, Nancy found herself gently easing Zelda onto the floor, completely unharmed, with the glass still intact on top of the coffee table.

As Nancy calmly told this story, I just sat, open-mouthed.
“Do you know that you’ve just had Heavenly help in getting your mother off that coffee table?” I asked, awestruck.
“Yeah, I could feel it,” replied Nancy.
“Doesn’t this seem strange to you?” I asked, still awestruck.
“No,” replied Nancy. “I just expect it. They’re around all the time. It’s just part of life.”

I sat back, speechless. On questioning Nancy closely, she has these kinds of experiences often and takes them as a matter of course (doesn’t everyone have their own private Angel for just such occasions?) and expects that help will be available whenever and wherever she needs it. While I sat there, impressed down to my toenails, Nancy just treated this episode as a normal facet of life.

Be that as it may, I extracted every ounce of information from Nancy that she was willing to give, just to have the information complete so I could pass it along to you, dear Readers. We even walked into the porch to look at the physical setting. On doing so, I was even more impressed at how Nancy was able to accomplish getting her mother off the coffee table in the manner she had described, because after looking at the physical setting, there was no earthly way that Nancy would have either the strength or the leverage to accomplish what she had done without otherworldly help. Allow me to set the scene:

The enclosed porch is attached to the back of the house, runs its entire length, and is connected to the main house by two glass doors. Three sides of the porch are windows, covered by vertical blinds. It houses lounge furniture and the immense glass-topped coffee table. This table is approximately three feet wide by three feet deep and 2 ½ feet high, made of a bamboo-like material. The entire top is glass. It is situated in front of the couch; along one side is another stuffed arm chair. There is only approximately 1 ½ feet of space between the couch and the coffee table, so there is not much room for anything except feet. If a short person were to stand next to the coffee table, the top of it would come to mid-thigh. If that short person were to bend over the coffee table, her arms would not reach the far end, and she would not have enough leverage to lift anything long and heavy off the table top. As both Nancy and I are short (5’ 3”), I could immediately see that what Nancy had done—lift her mother off the coffee table without help and without cracking the table top–was totally impossible.

First of all, Zelda is not light. She is a sturdily built woman, who weighs approximately 150-160 lbs. That alone would preclude Nancy’s being able to lift Zelda off the table without help. Then, Zelda did not cooperate in getting off the table, but only just curled herself up into a ball when Nancy picked her straight up off the table. Picking Zelda straight up off the table was impossible both because of Zelda’s weight and the very important fact that Nancy would not have been able to get enough leverage to do so, since Nancy is so short in relation to height of the coffee table. Perhaps a strong, young man 6 feet tall or greater and weighing 250 lbs. could have lifted Zelda straight up and over, but not Nancy. Yet Nancy had done it, and she was not even out of breath. Lastly, there is the issue of setting the woman down safely after having lifted her off the table. Having lifted her mother up and over, Nancy would now be faced with setting her mother down onto the floor without hurting her. Remember that Zelda weighs approx. 150 lbs. That, coupled with gravity (F=ma for you physics fans), gives a great force downward that must be retarded in order for Zelda not to fall on her head with a thump. Nancy, with her small size, does not have the strength to retard that much force without endangering her mother’s well-being, yet it was accomplished. Her mother did not fall, did not hit her head, just gently came to earth.

One more point bears stressing: that of the tiny space between the couch and the coffee table. Even if Nancy had had some superhuman burst of strength and power to lift her mother off the coffee table by herself and set her down safely, there was not enough space in which to accomplish this incredible feat. Yet, Zelda was extracted from off the top of the glass coffee table by her short daughter without stirring a hair of her head. Wow. Just wow. This, dear Readers, is what your Angels wish you to remember: that help is available to you at all times, free for the asking. Just ask, expect, believe, and voila! Mission accomplished.

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.

Last week the Angels sent a blithe spirit my way who had such wonders to tell that I must share them with you. Some of them may sound unusual, but I am only the typist, writing what my Angels dictate, sometimes through the words of our fellow human beings.

As always, this encounter began innocuously enough. Having had lunch with a good friend, let us call her Joan, we went to her house to retrieve a book. Her mother, Louise, was visiting. We were introduced, and, within a few sentences, the conversation turned to the extraordinary. Louise began by hesitantly hinting that she had experienced two unusual occurrences in her life. That was all I needed. With gentle encouragement, she told us of the following:

As a younger woman, she was driving along a road in Connecticut, in broad daylight. As she drove, she happened to look toward her left, at a large, open field. Still driving, she suddenly became aware of a saucer-shaped object descending toward the ground, gently drifting. She said that it made no sound, just drifted down gently, touched down, then just as gently, drifted up and away. The craft was approximately 20 feet in diameter, silver, rounded, with flashing lights near the top. There was absolutely no sound. Other drivers on that same highway also saw the craft, but no one stopped; all continued on their way, as did Louise. She never doubted that she was awake and in full possession of her senses. For quite a while, Louise scanned the newspaper to see whether anyone had reported this sighting. She also wondered whether she might meet some of the other travelers on that highway to speak to them about this unusual sighting. After telling me this story, she looked at me to see whether or not I thought she was crazy. I assured her that I look for UFOs nightly and we all laughed.

At a later time in her life, Louise’s mother lay dying. Louise was at her side at the moment of departure. Louise turned her head slightly, looking away from her mother, and just then, she saw a silvery substance drift out of her mother’s body and dissolve gently into the air. Turning to look at her mother squarely, Louise saw nothing out of the ordinary, aside from her mother’s body. This memory had remained with her for all of this time. As she told me the story, she said in wonder, “I saw my mother’s spirit leave her body!”

After Louise told us of these wonders—seeming grateful that we did not think her demented, she haltingly mentioned that she had yet one more incredible tale to tell. Finding approval on our faces, she told us that at one point in her life, she needed to have a spinal tap while in the hospital. The doctor prepared her back, then inserted the needle into her spinal cavity. Immediately, she found herself floating above her body, watching the people below her beginning to realize that there was a problem. Quickly reacting, they began CPR, and Louise saw them pushing on her chest. She, herself, knew that she was fine and wondered what all the fuss was about. Watching them work on her body, she began to feel a tug, a pull, away from the hospital scene. Looking up, she saw in the distance a tunnel, the edges of which were coming closer. She watched this tunnel growing larger, coming closer, and feeling the tug growing stronger. Suddenly she decided that she was not ready to go just yet and poof! she found herself back in her body, this time wracked with pain. Such pain! She said it took a long time for the pain to go away.

Questioning her closely about her decision to stay behind, Louise said that she just felt that she was not ready to leave, that she still had business connected with her body, so the decision to stay was quite natural. As to a Spiritual Being, which some people report encountering, Louise said she did not see one, although she did see a light that was beginning to gleam in the tunnel as it came closer to her.

As she told us this last and final occurrence, she seemed satisfied with having given out this important information that she had been carrying within herself for all of these years. She was calm, composed, serene. As for me, I was aghast. Here was a person I had only just met, sharing with me vitally important information that corroborates nearly everything that I have read and researched for over 40 years: UFOs, the existence of the Spirit, and a classic NDE, all in the space of 20 minutes. Despite skepticism and cynicism in some people, everyday wonders like these told by Louise actually happen and actually are true. There is a life and existence beyond the one we have in our bodies and it behooves us to keep our eyes, ears, and, particularly our minds, open. Peeps, you never know from whence your education will come or how your Angels will present it, so stay open to those everyday wonders.

In looking over the posts channeled by your Angels over the past year, I am struck by how many of these posts concern the subject of attitude and belief. The overall message is: that which you believe manifests in your life. To examine your belief system, look about you at your environment, for it is there that you see the fruits of your creation. To change your fruits, change your beliefs (see Archives).

In regard to belief, many of my loyal readers know that I am still struggling with changing my attitudes and beliefs in certain areas, with spotty success. Just last Monday, on 1/11/11, my own Angels sent me a very positive message, which I wish to share with you. As always with my Angels, their message has a large element of teaching and learning connected with it, making it of general interest.

On that day, 1/11/11, I had driven to a particular department store to return some fleece sheets given me as a Christmas present by my sister, Sue. These sheets had been labeled “Full”, but when I put them on the bed, found them to be “Queen”. Too big for the bed and for my pillows, they were nevertheless so warm and cozy that I was not readily willing to part with them. After some discussion with Sue, she persuaded me to return them, saying that she would send me the correct size. So, on that Monday, I rode to the store with the intention of returning those comfy fleece sheets.

The store offered me the choice of an exchange or store credit. Surprised that they had fleece sheets (I had looked for them the year before and could not find them), on a whim I asked where they were located. “On a kiosk near the Men’s Department”, said the clerk. Taking my store credit with me, I strolled through the store on my way to an exit. Although I had no plans to pick up the “Full” sheets, curiosity got the best of me and I began looking for the Men’s Dept. and the kiosk on which the alleged sheets allegedly were displayed. Found the Men’s Dept. Found the kiosk. Found the fleece sheets. Found the “Full” sized sheets. Found the packaging to be smaller than the “Queen” size and considered picking up a set, but didn’t because my sister had said that she would send me replacements.

Turning my back on the sheets, I began walking toward the exit, which was in a direct line with the sheet kiosk. In no special hurry, I meandered past a rack full of hanging stuff, some long, some short, some fluffy, some smooth—all so nondescript that nothing caught my attention except the sheer quantity of it. For some unknown reason, I stopped at the sight of all this stuff, none of which had the slightest interest for me, yet which held me fast. Almost in a trance, I walked around the rack to the other side. I could not have told you why I did so, since that, too was filled with quantities of hanging stuff. In this trance, I walked slowly to nearly the midpoint of the display, my gaze at about 3-4 feet above the floor. At this position, my gaze found a huge, wooden plaque, approximately 18 inches wide by at least 6 inches tall, made of rough, brown wood. Slowly my eyes moved upward to encounter the phrase, “You Can Achieve It”. Jolted, I continued my gaze upward and found the phrase, “If You Believe It”.

I stared, dumbfounded. The phrase, “You Can Achieve It” was in direct answer to my unspoken question of whether I could achieve my stated goal, which I had just the day before given up. I had actually mentally said good-bye to the man who seemed my ideal mate, thinking that he would never be attracted to or interested in me. Now here was my Angels’ message straight from Heaven, written in English, in huge white letters on a huge, brown, ugly, wooden plaque, so big that I couldn’t possibly miss it.

I stared at this wooden plaque, taking the message in, first reading it top to bottom and then bottom to top. Slowly, slowly, as my reasoning faculties returned, I became aware that my Angels were sending me the most powerful message to date that they had ever sent. They were going to a lot of trouble to tell me that yes, indeed, I am able to achieve my desire for my ideal mate and yes, they have every intention of sending me my heart’s desire. There is a hold-up, however, and that hold-up is me. Specifically, the hold-up is my inability to believe that he would be interested in coming into my life. They were telling me that I am able to achieve my desire: the first words I encountered were “You Can Achieve It”—in direct answer to my continuing question of whether my desire was even possible. They were also telling me that in order to achieve my desire, I must do my part, which is to believe that this can come into my life.

My Angels were deadly serious. They are willing to send him to me; they are waiting to send him to me; they are wanting to send him to me, but they cannot, because I have been unable to muster sufficient belief that this dream can actually happen to me. [Remember that sufficient belief is that amount of belief which is the size of a grain of mustard (see June 6, 2010 Belief: the missing link)]. All of this realization washed over me in a profound spirit of conviction. I realized that my Angels were my friends and truly desire to aid me, but they can only go so far. It now becomes my responsibility to fulfill my part of the bargain, which is to believe with my whole heart, body, and soul. Interestingly, I had no goosebumps, no shivers, no thrills, just a deep, solid knowing the content and extent of their message. Playtime’s over, boys and girls, time to get serious.

In some shock that my dream will actually materialize, I spent the next day mulling over the Angel message and digging out from the two feet of snow that Mother Nature had so generously dumped on us. On 1/13/11, on my way to work, I examined closely the idea of belief and how I had been skirting this issue, giving lip-service to it, but not really believing that I could have my ideal mate. I examined closely my attitudes and beliefs. What were my sticking points? What did I not believe? What could I believe? In what form could I believe it? What would it take for me to believe it? How could I actually convince myself to believe it?

With Angelic guidance, I was able to sort through my hopes, fears, and terrors, trying to find a way to believe that someone could find me attractive. I decided that I could believe that I can be cute. Not glamorous, but cute. Perky and cute. I can believe that I am able to be charming. I can believe that I have a delightful and unpredictable sense of humor. I can believe that this combination of cuteness and charm and humor can be used by the Holy Spirit to provide an attractive aura around me, which my future ideal mate will find irresistible. And in thinking along these line, I realized that I have a high IQte. This last had me laughing out loud, which brought me to the next realization: someone with a high IQte is approachable, which is in itself attractive.

After this intense soul-searching and honest appraisal of my strengths, I am able to believe wholeheartedly that they, along with the magic of the Holy Spirit, will bring my ideal mate into my life. This was hard work, having to face my terrors, but how could I turn my back on my willing Angels? How could I turn away their generous gift of an ideal mate, which they are ready to hand to me if I will only do my part? Am I so lazy that I will use the excuse of “it’s too hard”, or “it’s too scary”, or “I’m not worth it”, or other such nonsense? Hardly. I’ll rise to the occasion if it’s the last thing I do, especially for the promise of my ideal mate.

I sincerely hope that you can find strength, hope, and comfort in this little example of Angelic aid and guidance. Perhaps you, too, have some secret desire that you wish fulfilled but believe that you cannot achieve because of specious reasons (and they are all specious). Decide on your dream. Search out those blocks to your belief. Find ways to believe, ways that ring true for you that will allow this dream into your life. Your Angels are more than willing to meet you halfway.

In the last post (January 3, 2011 time enough), your Angels explored the concept of time in the human struggle to meet all of the demands placed on us by both earthly and other dimensional responsibilities. In that post, your Angels showed how viewing time differently can result in more efficient living. They now present a corollary to the time question, for those of us who feel to be overburdened with work.

Our goal-oriented society expects rewards and accolades for achieving a goal. The folk saying goes, “it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game”. That saying really means, “winning is everything; losing is nothing; and no one cares how you play the game”. We are trained since childhood to reach for goals: that grade of “A” on the report card; being picked for the team; getting into the college of our choice; making a respectable salary; buying our dream house; having the most friends on Facebook, and so on. We strive, strive, strive to attain that which we do not have in the hopes of greater happiness and contentment. Achieving all of our dreams can be an awful lot of work and we can feel unduly burdened by some of the difficulties which we encounter on our way to our dreams.

Your Angels respectfully suggest that, as with time, viewing differently the work we do daily can ease that overburdened feeling, thus erasing any concomitant resentment. From our earthly societal point of view, the finished product of our work, our goal, is the entire point of work. From the spiritual dimension, however, the process of work, rather than the finished product, is of utmost importance. It is as we strive toward our goal, problem-solving, working in cooperation with others, finding ways to cooperate with these others, coming up with creative solutions to our roadblocks, backing up and then forging ahead again, that we grow in grace, wisdom, and experience. I remember well one excellent example of striving advocated by Edgar Cayce, also called the Sleeping Prophet, which I did not understand at the time, but which has stayed with me. Now, understanding that not the goal but the process is important, I am able, finally, to understand the message he was sending to his questioner.

Edgar Cayce (1877-1945) had been brought up in the South in a conservative Christian home. He had a modest, simple upbringing and was himself a modest, simple man until one day he fell asleep and began diagnosing people’s medical conditions. He advised specific cures, and with these cures, healed disease states usually given up as hopeless by the current medical professionals. After many years of giving only medical information, he began to give what he called “Life Readings” which truly rocked his and his subjects’ worlds. In one of these cases, a woman had come to him complaining that her husband and children just couldn’t seem to get along. She requested help in bringing harmony and love to her warring family. Edgar Cayce gave her no such help. All he told her was that yes, he sees that she has been striving to bring love and harmony into the family, that yes, she has had little to no success thus far, but that she was absolutely doing the right thing. He encouraged her to continue to do as she had done, striving as before to bring peace to the home. He had no further advice for her and ended the session. After reading that I was left with a feeling of abandonment. She had asked for a solution to her problem, a way to reach her goal, and all he told her was to keep doing what she had been doing. With my goal-oriented, American-influenced efficiency, this seemed like no answer at all. What does he mean, keep doing what she has been doing? What she has been doing has not been working (she has not reached her goal) and it seems like she has been wasting her time because she has not reached her goal (efficiency, people, above all, efficiency, because time is money!).

Now, understanding that it is in the process of work that we grow toward our maximum potential, it is clear that Edgar Cayce was encouraging her to use this process to bring the love, peace, and harmony to her family that she so dearly desired. Through creative thinking; through striving to work out interpersonal differences; through kindness, patience, and long-suffering; through small steps made at small intervals, she could reach her goal, but she had to give up the idea of the goal being paramount. Next, she had to give up the idea that somehow she was a failure at creating harmony because she had not reached her goal. Indeed, never once had Cayce chastened her, berating her for failing at her stated goal of bringing peace and harmony to the family life. Instead, he fairly nearly congratulated her on her efforts thus far, encouraging her to continue them, because she was on the right track.

Just as with this example, we can learn to shift our awareness away from our goals and center it on the process we are employing. We can also remind ourselves that in the Spirit dimension, time is not money, since in the Spirit dimension neither time nor money exist. It’s OK that hubby has not taken out the garbage for 10 years straight without you having had to remind him. You are learning to be creative in your requests, you are engaging him in positive, responsible behaviors, and you are learning to keep your temper, thus growing in patience, kindness, and long-suffering. It’s not your concern that he will rot in Hell because he’s a wastrel who won’t pull his share of the load. You are doing the right thing, continuing to grow in awareness and spiritual power.

So, let us not seek to lighten our load by wishing for an early retirement or to win the Mega Millions, or even to attract a sugar daddy. Give thanks that you are still young and strong and that you have this wonderful opportunity before you to grow in love. Orison Swett Marden has a wonderful outlook on the subject of striving, and I quote from his book, He Can Who Thinks He Can:

“We are so constituted that we make our greatest efforts and do our best work while struggling to attain that for which the heart longs. It is practically impossible for most people to make their utmost exertions without imperative necessity for it. It is the constant necessity to improve our condition that has urged us onward and developed the stamina and sterling character of the whole race. History abounds in stories of failures… who started with wealth; and, on the other, it is illuminated with examples of those who owe everything to the spur of necessity.” p. 238

“We did not always see, at the time, that what we got incidentally on the way up from poverty was infinitely better and more precious than the thing we were aiming for—a living, a competence; that the development of a strong man/woman in the mighty struggle with necessity was a thousand times more valuable than the living, the money, or the property gained.” pp. 242-243