Have you ever wondered why some people always get what they desire and others struggle for everything? Well, I’d like to share some secrets that somehow have been lost to the ages or perhaps hidden in clay urns under pyramids or rolled in papyrus scrolls in sacred stone temples surrounded by high mountain peaks.
First, life isn’t about having good luck or bad luck, even though my mother always tells me I have a horseshoe up my butt. Manifesting what you want in your life is about knowing the laws of the Universe. Manifestation is so powerful that the Universe responds to every thought we put out. So why doesn’t it work you say? Have you been wanting to win the lottery for years?
Manifesting wishes and creating what you want in life starts and ends with love and gratitude. At no point can you allow a speck of doubt, fear, worry or wonder to become a thought aligned with your wish. It’s not even about having hope, trust or a belief in yourself and the Universe, manifestation comes from a knowing deep inside the most beautiful part of your heart, like inside a secret, golden chamber that you always felt was there but could never quite find the trapdoor. In this place of sacred silence you can align with who you truly are; a loving, powerful, wise and fearless free spirit who knows no limitation. In such true form, all things have their birth.
I like to play a game with myself and the Universe that I call; Wish Upon A Star. Living out in the wilderness, in a community of 13, without even stores nearby, only adds to the sheer magic of the world. One day I miraculously manifested a rare, cast-iron, tub tap. Remember there are no limits and I’m pretty sure this idea of things happening in the right time and place is just another illusion to contain our bright souls. And always be on the look out for shape-shifting wishes when our intentions have not been specific enough.
I wanted to see or hear a wolf one morning. I gave the Universe the whole day to wrap up my wolf wish with a big pink bow. Now I didn’t sit in my cabin all day long hoping a wolf was going to press its nose up to my glass french doors; I opened a window, went for a boat ride, and had two ears to the wind at all times. But no wolf appeared, no howl was heard. As evening approached I decided to visit my neighbor Billy to see how his trip to town went. When I sat down at his kitchen table he handed me a brown paper bag saying, “I thought you may need some things”. I opened the bag and pulled out some essential wilderness dweller tools; a tape measure (I’ve been through at least 10 since building my cabin), a hose clamp wrench (screwdrivers never tighten them enough) and a robertson screw driver (which I always borrowed from Billy). Then he reached over with a tissue wrapped package. “I saw this today and had a feeling you may like it,” he said with a smile. As quick as opening a birthday present I tore off the wrapping and nearly cried when I saw my gift; a beautiful blue plate of wolves. I rushed over to give him a big hug and thank you, telling him all about my secret wish to see a wolf.