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One of my faithful readers, SS, continues to be a source of inspiration as she allows guidance into her life. With her express permission, I present some of her thoughts, as well as a story which she recently sent me.

She writes, “I find it’s easier to pinpoint others’ problems than to see mine. When I am caught up in a drama, I can spend a lot of time thinking of how WRONG the other person is and how I am vindicated in my being “right”. Fortunately this happens much less than it used to and I am learning to turn the other cheek. It’s a hard lesson to learn and to some degree I think we have to relearn it every time some new drama comes up in our lives. It’s remembering to live in love during the hard times. That is tough :( :(

She continues, “Little silly story… Every afternoon I take the dogs to the park for a walk. This summer there have been two young teenagers there causing damage to the park. I have spoken to them a few times about picking up the garbage cans they knock over. Of course I’m the big dork to them :) .. I do admit to holding anger at them inside of me. I would work on sending them love, but the next time I would see them they would be causing trouble again.

“Well, last week they took to shouting the “N” word at me as I was driving away. I turned the truck around, got out, grabbed my cell phone, and called the police. They took off running. I was SO mad that they would be shouting such an ugly word AT ME!!!(hello ego).

“The officer showed up and I told her what happened. Please keep in mind that this is a small little country town. She went to find the kids and talk to them. I left the park not knowing what the end result was. Well, I told that story quite a few times and felt vindicated in my calling the police. I was RIGHT and they were horrible little BRATS!!! I plotted ways to get even with them (I know, I know, don’t judge me)… Then I would focus on sending them love. Back and forth, back and forth. The problem was that I continued to see them at the park. They were not doing anything now, but I would get into the mindset of waiting to be attacked verbally.

“Finally yesterday, while I was out walking at the park (they weren’t there), the thought came out of the blue that I WAS THE ADULT and I had a chance to turn this into a positive experience for all of us. I would bring a peace offering of candy bars to them and explain that I hold no ill will against them. Could we start over and just be friends again. As this was rolling over in my mind, I happened to glance down and saw a candy wrapper. Okay, Universe, thank you for the answer.

“This morning while walking the dogs at the same park (I walk them in the morning and afternoon), I saw the same police officer that went after them. She told me that she did catch up to them and had a good talk with them. She told them that they would be banned from the park if any more calls came in on them. This explains why they haven’t been doing anything negative at the park…

“I haven’t given them the candy bars yet. I will try this afternoon. It would be nice to walk at the park and not feel negative energy and give off negative energy. I’m holding high intentions of love and acceptance on all our parts. Hopefully there isn’t anything wrong with giving 13 – 14 year olds a chocolate bar? You just hear stories these days and don’t want ANYTHING you do to be misconstrued. AUGH!”

This beautiful story has many elements which your Angels encourage all to cultivate. First and foremost is an awareness. SS has an encounter with others in which she recognizes negative elements in herself. Her awareness has so many facets that it is worth listing each one: She is
aware of being caught up in drama,
aware of that sense of being “right” while the other person’s point of view is “wrong”;
aware of the need to move past these elements;
aware of anger and its futility and the need to transmute that anger to love;
aware of how negativity can engage her ego;
aware of judging and being judged;
aware of expecting negativity in her walks in the park;
aware of the healing need for peace in the midst of drama;
aware of guidance in suggesting ways and means to a positive outcome for everyone, complete with physical example (candy wrapper); and, most of all,
aware of the difficulty of remembering to live in love during the hard times.

This highly developed awareness has allowed SS to remove herself and her ego from the immediate drama to such a degree that she was able to receive the thought from her Angels that she is the adult in this drama and she can bring about a peaceful and satisfying resolution. In other words, no one outside herself needs to change in order for her to be happy; this will occur when she changes her thoughts from annoyance to peace (see Reading, A Course in Miracles). Had she been less aware, she would have not heard her Angels sending her the ideas (out of the “blue”, as she writes) that will bring resolution to this drama. Being caught up, she would also not have seen the candy wrapper, or, having seen it, might have become angry all over again at that person who was littering in the park. As she has developed awareness and thus the ability to begin to distance herself from drama, she received the Angelic message and correctly interpreted the presence of the candy wrapper as confirmation that she had correctly interpreted her Angels’ message. Does that not take your breath away? In the midst of strife and annoyance, SS was able, through cultivated awareness, to hear and see Angelic aid. This brings tears to my eyes. We are all capable of this, Peeps. Just keep on listening and practicing.

Reflecting on the importance of visualization coupled with positive thinking brought a flood of memories, two of which I would like to share with you. Each illustrates the role of visualization in achieving success in our endeavors.

For a time, I lived in Austin, Texas and worked in the Neonatal Center there. Our patients were premature infants, some as young as 26 weeks, most of whom required ventilator oxygenation while they continued the maturation process outside their mothers’ bodies. In order to check the effectiveness of their oxygenation, the Neonatologist drew random samples of arterial blood for analysis. Ventilator settings were adjusted, based on blood gas results, for maximum benefit. Let us appreciate the magnitude of this blood draw. These babies were tiny, with the entire child not as big as your outstretched hand. That means, from head to foot, the little baby was teensy-weensy. That meant, of course, that their arms and hands were also teensy-tiny, with their little veins and arteries no bigger than little threads. If that were not enough, these little kids were feisty. They kicked, they screamed, they thrashed, they rocked their bodies, and were so flexible that they were quite capable of pulling out their feeding tubes with their toes and flinging them 10 feet away. Impressive, to say the least; inconvenient when it was time to for the Neonatologist to draw blood from their teensy-tiny arteries.

Even then, in the late ’70′s and early ’80′s, I had a reputation for being a bit “different”, so when I told the Neonatologist that I always helped him with the blood draws by picturing him being successful at them, he looked at me pitying, smirked a bit, and said nothing. I rattled on about how I “saw” in my mind’s eye his holding up the syringe with red (not blue, that would be venous) blood in it, or putting a full syringe successfully onto the ice. Still not saying anything, he just looked at me owlishly and kept at his task. For months, I visualized his being successful with every blood draw, as he needed to accomplish it. He said nothing, just smirked at me as if I had lobsters crawling out of my ears, headed for the loony bin. Finally, one day, I had had it. “Fine,” I thought to myself, “he obviously doesn’t believe me. From now on, he’s on his own.” So, when it came time to draw blood from the infant for which I was caring, I aided him in every way except in visualization. He poked, he prodded, he pried; to no avail. He could not access the artery. After nearly twenty minutes of this, he jerked his head up, looked me in the eye, and snapped, “Are you visualizing this?” To my credit, I did not laugh, just “saw” him holding up a syringe full of arterial blood. Immediately he was successful. Neither one of us said a word, but our understanding continued and never again did he have difficulty with the blood draws, as long as I aided him with visualization.

The June 7, 2010 post, “Expand your Belief”, addresses my desire to buy the property that had been connected to mine, but which a previous owner had sold to the neighbor for a mere $500 in 1983. It had been my fondest wish to reclaim this very small bit of land, since my neighbor had parked a rusting hulk of an antiquated tow truck right in my line of sight. Day by day, I was treated to the privilege of watching those tires slowly lose air and sink ever deeper into the grass, while the rain, wind, snow, and hail chipped away at the paint. Year by year, the truck looked less and less appealing to my esthetic sense, but what could I do? The man was not about to sell. Yet, despite the “obvious truth” that my neighbor would not sell that land back to me, I went outside often and looked at that piece of property, visualizing it empty, the truck gone, a new stone wall ringing it, filled in, with grass and shrubs abounding. I visualized being able to walk behind the garage without falling in the hole. I visualized my cats chasing chipmunks who lived in the stone wall. Mostly, I pictured it being mine, with the satisfaction that ownership brings. Day in, day out; year in, year out, I visualized these things, completely without stress or frustration, just idlely passing the time, visualizing the property as mine. The accumulation of all those visualizations must have had an effect because, one day, seven years later, my neighbor actually sold me the property! If you knew my neighbor, you would know what a monumental decision he would have had to make to part company with that tiny plot of land and how completely out of character this action was. It was nothing short of a miracle. Of course, I paid through the nose, but never mind, the Universe had arranged this successful deal and who was I to quibble at price?

So much for “obvious truth”, eh? In the realm of the possible, it has been my experience that consistent, persistent visualization will trump “obvious truth” every time. I cannot wait to read your own visualization stories, dear readers!

In the post of July 31, 1020, your Angels discussed with you the extreme importance of thoughts, even titling the post “Thoughts are Things”. There is a very good reason for them to tell you that thoughts are things, as the following story shows. A young woman of my acquaintance, Jill, who is gifted with intuition and aware of her guidance, told me this wonderful story that incorporates positive thinking, persistence, and most importantly of all, visualization.

Some time ago, Jill was driving to her friend’s house. As she got out of the car, she inadvertently locked the keys in it. She could see the keys. She could not see how to get them out. By chance, the sunroof was slightly ajar. Her friend, Michelle, came out, heard about the problem, and immediately set to work to get those keys out of that car. The two young women found a coat-hanger in the garage, which they taped on to another long stick, making a kind of hook with which to catch the keys. Slowly, they lowered the contraption down through the sunroof and attempted to hook the keys. For an hour and a half they tried. They lowered the coat-hanger, hooked the keys, but each time, the keys slid off. Jill confesses to running out of patience many times, wanting to wait until Michelle’s parents came home, so that maybe they could also help. She even told Michelle to just forget it; Jill’s patience had totally run out. Michelle would have none of it. Slowly, patiently, she kept coming back for more, expecting each time to hook those keys and get them out through the sunroof.

Finally, Michelle’s parents returned home. “Ah,” thought Jill, “her dad is home. He’ll get the keys out.” Try as he might, though, the father was unable to keep the keys on the hook long enough to pull them through the sunroof and into Jill’s waiting little hands. Beside herself, Jill now wanted no more of this: maximum effort with no reward, whatsoever. Michelle, however, refused to give up. She instructed Jill to visualize the keys being out of the car. Jill had that much patience left. As instructed, she visualized the car keys coming through the sunroof. The young women lowered the coat-hanger once again through the sunroof, caught the keys, and within an instant the keys were in Jill’s hands. In telling this story, Jill stressed how instantaneous was the appearance of the keys immediately as the two visualized them being out of the car. Her thought (visualized): “those keys shall be through the sunroof” became a thing: car keys in her hand!

Michelle has a positive history of success with visualization, having used it numerous times for her benefit. Her brother was also the recipient of her gift when he was accepted into college, but without funds to pay for the education. Michelle taught her brother how to visualize and what to visualize, with the result that he attracted to himself sufficient funding to complete his education.

I, too, have used visualization to good effect. One of the most striking examples centered on the historical house in which I now live. When my then-boyfriend, later husband, and I found this house, we found that we could afford the payments, but did not have quite enough money for a down payment on it. We went back to New Hampshire, where we were living at the time, to sort out our finances. After looking at everything, he was in despair. There just did not seem to be quite enough money to seal the deal. He was ready to give up. I listened to his despair and told him that if he really wanted this house, there were measures available to us which would ensure that the house would be ours. What was required of him was an absolute faith that this house would be ours, visualizing this house as being ours, and doing everything within his power to earn as much money as he could that summer. I told him that by doing all of this, the house would, indeed, be ours. This would involve a lot of effort, so while I was willing to put in this effort, he must also be committed to it, or we would fail. It was not enough that only I put in effort, he must also believe and work with me wholeheartedly on this dream or not at all. I told him that I could go either way, the choice was up to him, but that he must understand how important would be the commitment and effort expected of him.

He heard my words and looked skeptical—as might anyone not familiar with positive thinking and visualization. A few days later, he told me that he really did want the house and would work with me to get it. With that, we both spent the summer doing anything and everything to earn extra money. His mother saw this and was so impressed that she contributed a substantial amount toward the down payment, enough, in fact, for us to be able to afford the house! Had my boyfriend just asked her for the money, she would have turned him down, but his total commitment and willingness to do whatever it took to achieve that goal so impressed her that she, too, wanted to be on the winning side.

Yes, Peeps, when you dream big, put in whatever effort it takes, and keep going with dogged determination, no matter what obstacles are before you, you set in motion forces of the Universe that align themselves such that you will succeed. Even the Universe wants to be on the winning side. :)