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2 Tips for Perspective Flips

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Thank you to all for another day of life.

Yesterday my coach gave me two very positive insights that I hope will benefit you as well:

Focus on “Abundance”

So much of our life experience is dependent on perspective.  Maybe “abundance” isn’t your word.  Maybe it’s “love.”  Or maybe “health.”  Or “life.”  Or “gratitude.”  Whatever it is, you have it — as soon as you can see it.  This has been an ongoing lesson for me and continues to fascinate me.  I have even watched my perspective flip 180 degrees after I am given a new piece of information.  (And even sometimes back 180 degrees again with another new thought!)

Recognize What You Have Created

Do you feel like you’re in a rut?  Do you feel like you’re not creating?  Well, you are creating — even if it looks like a big mishy-moshy rut! (And that’s ok, too.)   If you’re looking for something different, take a deep breathe.  Then, give yourself a jumpstart by reminding yourself of all of the things you’ve created in your life.  Maybe start simple with the past month or year.  Even the things you regret have taught you something (remember that perspective flip!)  So, take a good look at everything — but give some extra love and attention to those things you’re most proud of.  If there’s one that comes quickly to mind, remember what it felt like to accomplish it.  Remember the energy you experienced in both its creation and its fulfillment.  And know that you can do it again.

Much love and many blessings to you all. ❤

Dreams, Dreams!

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I had so many dreams last Friday morning!  This after telling the acupuncturist two days before that I wasn’t remembering my dreams.  Thank you, Source and All for the good of all concerned!

My favorite was the flying dreams.  I absolutely adore flying dreams.  In this one an object was allowing me to fly.  I believe it was something like the obsidian ball I received recently as a gift.  I couldn’t readily control it — I kinda had to get it revved up somehow, but when I did — wow, I really soared!  At the end of the flying sequence I was heading down a road and then suddenly shot high into the air.  (“This is wonderful!” I thought.)  I was flying down the highway, high in the air.  But I was carrying a lot, in my arms, and I worried about dropping something.  Then, I did.  I immediately dropped to the ground to retrieve it.  As I was gathering myself, I saw a young man walking toward me.  I was worried he was up to no good and desperately tried to elevate myself again.  Finally, I was able to, and I shot off again.  The same man (or a version of him) showed up a little later in my dream/s.  He was asking me if I could see into a point of time.  He wanted to know what happened to his girlfriend.  I said I couldn’t do that (I only knew I could fly, but then I sort of was suddenly 2 people), and I saw the other self start to reach out and then ask for the person’s name.  And this person was able to bring back the image of what happened (Kind of reminding me of the part of Harry Potter when they move backward through time.)  We could see that where the girl was heading was no good, (out the door with some people), and we were shaking our heads about it.

There were some other dreams.  In one that was related to the obsidian one, I was in a metaphysical/spiritual shop.  There was a table of crystals, and I was thinking of choosing one.  I was watching how my body was reacting, moving forward or backward when I picked it up.  When I reflected back, I realized there was one I had leaned forward for, but when I picked it up again, I moved back.  I settled on another item in the store, and it was a large ceramic candle holder that could hold two taper candles inside.  There was wording on the other side, and it was in a different language, but I could make out the cognate for Catholic.

Random other dreams: sitting in a chair next to a woman with a puppy.  The puppy is “disturbing” me, and the woman moves away to not bother me, but I’m not really bothered.  I enjoy the contact.  I am running away from a bad man, along with some other people.  (Maybe a kidnapper?)  I have family over for a party (like the reception we’re planning).  But it’s at our house.  And we have some food, but it’s a little unorganized.  One of our friends asks if she can use the vacuum, since she spilled parts of a taco shell on the floor, and I then notice/realize that we didn’t vacuum before the guests came, and really, the whole floor needs to be vacuumed.  I also was conscious of recently having another party, like a birthday party, and I felt a little weird about having two parties so close together.  And something about a few of my cousins going to a very fancy party in Russia (very elaborate clothes and drawing room).

Interpretation

What sticks out most to me is they flying dream.  The feeling of complete freedom and bliss I experienced.  It’s also significant that I was flying along a highway (headed in a clear direction), headed “home”, and also that I was carrying a lot of stuff.  I can definitely use this dream as a reminder to LET GO.  Release the baggage, and release the past.  This can hold me back. I can also look into the thought forms that have helped me to fly.  Focusing back on my vision, and working with — and talking about — my written vision has definitely helped elevate me.  I’m also changing my diet and activity.

The Catholic part is intriguing.  I get the sense that my Catholic upbringing is a tool.  Though I don’t identify with the being religious, my spiritual upbringing is a gift that can be used to connect to my inner Self, Source, and love.

Parts of the other dreams may be precognitive dreams or reflections of my current focus.  I am very focused on the akashic records and learning to read them, and I seem to to have been doing something like a reading in one dream.  The vacuuming dream reminds me of going out to lunch with one of my tutoring families — and being surprised that the mom wished to ride in the car with me.  (My car is currently a mess and could use all sorts of cleaning!)

I look forward to continued visits in the dream world, especially as I focus on going deeper and deeper!

Here’s to your dreams. ❤  Much love and many blessings.

Dreamy Wednesday: Kites and Cutting Out of Class Early

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Today I took a nap and got a kite dream.  I remember it took me a while to see the kite at first.  A boy was flying it out from the back of his house.  Then I remember my hands being all entangled in the strings, like stuck to them.

According to the Dreamer’s Dictionary, a kite in a dream means a “recently imaged desire is now being recreated in the inner levels of subconscious mind” and “is on its way to becoming a manifested physical reality.”  Fantabulous!  New job?  Being in a band?  Many possibilities here!  And hands mean purpose, and strings are what you use to control the kite.  So, I would imagine I am getting “stuck” in trying to control this process and have some purpose with it.

Earlier this week I had a dream that one of the teachers was teaching a metaphysics lesson.  And at 8:30 all of the students were leaving class. (It normally goes until 10:30.)  I couldn’t believe they were all leaving!

I was able to directly connect this to my life.  The day before I had been trying to have purpose with the day and think positively, but at some point I had just given up and stubbornly quit, allowing myself my negative tendencies.  The lesson of the dream was to persist!  Continue on!  Learn the lesson!

What have you been dreaming about?  Has anyone else had a kite dream?  Please share below!

 

Metaphysics Monday: Rollercoaster Emotions

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Lately our metaphysics teacher has been surprising us with her responses to our experiences during the week.  Feeling upset?  Great!  Resistant?  Fantastic!  Struggling with your exercises?  Good!  I imagine she will same something similar about the emotional roller coaster I’ve been on this past week.  I think her point was that sometimes we experience things in extremes to get a sense of  the extremes of duality, which helps guide us toward our center.  Also, the stirred up emotional turmoil signals a change is coming on, and the School of Metaphysics is all about change and growth.

I’m struggling with self-empowerment today.  That is my current focus, and I still find myself seeking answers from others, not trusting myself.  I want to know that everything will be alright.  I don’t want to make a mistake.  And I want to be positive.  I really do.  This morning I even told myself “T L C!”  (Thinking positively, Love, and Concentration.)  I started off the day energetic and determined to do my best.  And yet by the end of the work day my shoulders were sloped, and I was angry, frustrated, and depressed.  My ego had pulled the gray cloud the rest of the way around me, and I felt like this “positive-thinking” person was just me  pretending to be somebody I was not.  I called Brian, and voiced what I believed.  “I am a negative thinker.  I don’t trust myself.  I will never find a job that makes me happy.”  “Fake it ’til you make it” just sounded completely ridiculous right then.   Then I had a tutoring session with a student that had moved from Sundays to Monday nights, and driving home after the session I stopped for a moment, checked in with myself, and realized I was now in a happy state, peaceful even.  I had a glimmer of hope again.

I do not know what the exact answer is to what I’m looking for.  But something inside tells me that I need completion with this, and I need it something fierce.   This is my chance to believe in myself, to make a clear decision and run with it.  And if it doesn’t work, run with something else.  I still feel I need a little more information, a little more faith, and then I’m going to leap — and fly.

Summary Sunday: Softball, Positive Thinking, Random English Guy, Time Off, and a Return to Teaching

Softball

After 25 years or so of softball, I recently gave it a rest.  It’s a great sport, but I wasn’t thrilled with the weekly commitment, and I was beating up my body.  I do still sub every-so-often..  Last Friday I subbed for the first time in a year, and I really enjoyed myself.  I caught the one fly ball that made it out to me in right field, backed up the first basewoman on an over-throw, and — through some visualization practice — made contact or walked every time I came up to bat.  Not only that, but Brian’s team is awesome.  Really friendly, fun people who were solid on the field with great hitting potential.  And I was pleased that I’m still in decent shape and could remember everybody’s name: Brian, Teresa, Kevin, Lani, Carl, Val, Crystal, Mark, and Jeremy!  (Yay for metaphysics exercises!)

Positive Thinking

Sometimes when I’d head out on the field the fears would get a hold of me.  What would I do if the ball came to me?  What if I missed it?  Made a mistake?  This time I noticed it coming on and simply told myself: “That’s not productive thinking.  I have no use for that.”

I also took a look at my words this week and worked on 2 resolutions: 1. Eliminate criticisms of others.  2. Eliminate criticisms of movies.  Part of my metaphysics lesson this week included speaking negatively about myself out loud any time I was tempted to speak ill of others.  I had to catch myself more than I’d like, but I’ve seen an improvement.  I’ve also been uneasy with how I tend to critique movies down to a pulp.  After a nasty reaction to the latest Superman movie, I decided I would give the negativity a rest and speak only positives tidbits about the next one I watched.  My test happened to be the latest X-Men movie, which Brian assured me would have absolutely nothing wrong with it.  I thought that was a funny joke, but amazingly, I ended up agreeing with him.

Random English Guy

I love those random experiences that make you muse and wonder and brighten your day.  Today I stopped at a park during a break between two tutoring sessions.  As I made my way to a bench with my Artist’s Way notebook in tow, I passed a young gentleman in workout gear, resting with his bike under a canopied picnic area.  He seemed like he may have been glancing at me, but I didn’t think much of it.  I made a phonecall and then started writing.

Soon after he came over and asked if I had the time, and I checked my watch.  He thanked me and turned back to his bike, and I returned to my writing.  But then I thought: it seems odd that he would just ask me the time.  Most people have a phone or something on them.  I felt the urge to speak to him.

“How far are you going today?” I called out to him.  And that’s how I learned that he didn’t really know how far he’d gone, just that he’d gone a lap around today and yesterday and also that he’d biked quite a few miles on a stationary bike at the gym yesterday, too.  He was staying with a friend who’d been a schoolmate back in England and who was now a workout fanatic.  The purpose of his trip was to get out of England for a while because it was raining all of the time, and he said that can really get to you mentally. (Made me feel better about our own messed-up weather.)  He told me that it was never this hot in England and that 22 degrees (C) was generally his limit for working out outdoors.  (I’m embarrassed to say that I wasn’t sure how to do the conversion to Fahrenheit and was therefore lacking a frame of reference and could only smile and nod.)  He’s been trying to exercise more and get his body in shape because he was in a motorcycle racing accident last year — where he miraculously only tore up some muscle — and he’d lost weight and then really started to gain, and he didn’t want to get fat.  He was impressed that I tutored Spanish and asked if I knew any other languages and what languages I’d like to learn, and he told me a story about a time he’d been riding in France and hadn’t realized he’s crossed over the border into Spain and had proceeded to speak a bit of French to a confused Spanish gas station attendant.  (What little French he knew came from his ex-girlfriend.)  Also, he wasn’t sure what type of bees were flying under the canopy and if they stung or not.  (I couldn’t help him identify them, but I was pretty sure they stung.)  We finished by wished each other a lovely day, and I wished him a good trip back.

Time Off

I’m sure you can understand that having time off can seem a blessing and a curse.  Yesterday my two tutoring students cancelled, so I got another surprise day off.  (I usually work a full 7-day work week.)  I went nuts — I was writing like crazy, took a look at my collages, sat out in the fresh air, caught up on correspondence — and I don’t honestly remember what else I did — but it was pure bliss . . .  until I had to go back to work today.  I had a decent work day today, but it’s just really nice to have a day to feel free to do whatever.  Working on that. . .

A Return to Teaching

After 10 years in the classroom, I threw in the towel.  I like kids, I like learning, and I liked the subjects, but I just did not like classroom teaching.  I’d tried — but I was done.  So, when I became a metaphysics student and learned about the potential to teach, I said “No way!”  I had just quit that path;  I was not getting back on that road.  But as sometimes happens, my stubborn mind opened up a little.  I realized I was actually still teaching, even if not in name.  I was a tutor, I was teaching people through my writing, and I had begun unconsciously teaching people about metaphysics.  So, I went from hating the idea, to being lukewarm about it, to looking forward to having a class.  Next week I will be taking over a class and teaching a student, and in the summer I will be starting a new metaphysics classes.  Who woulda thunk it?  The teacher is back!

Thankful Thursday: Mr. Sunshine

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Today I give thanks for another School of Metaphysics student who I have just gotten to know better. (This seems to happen on these long weekends!) 🙂  His unbelievable optimism and love has inspired me so much that I have made him my image for how to think positively.

The first night of this past weekend, we invited this gentleman to join us in our tent.  (I have a HUGE tent that could probably fit 6-8 people, if we tried, and there were only 3 of us.) His group was not camping out as planned, and he seemed to have the itch to be outdoors.  He was overjoyed when we invited him.  However, Friday night it rained, and — despite the well-placed rain cover — water somehow entered the tent.  (I believe it soaked in from below or sloshed in from one or both of the doors.  I’m really not sure.)  Unfortunately, this young man was the one who got soaked.  And fortunately, this young man was the one who got soaked!

I woke last after a restless sleep, and when I finally met up with him, he was smiling and full of joy. “Are you ok?” I asked.  “Oh yes!” he said.  “The water began to slowly creep, and I kept readjusting, and finally I knew I had to get up.  And it was great!  I got up early enough to be prepared for my meditation, and I had a wonderful experience!”

I was flabbergasted.  It didn’t bother him that he’d gotten wet, lost some sleep, and had to hang his clothes out over some trees.  He was grateful for the experience.  In fact, he continued to thank me for allowing him the chance to camp out that night.  Suddenly any complaints I had seemed rather insignificant. . .

So, thank you, beautiful friend!  In your honor I will strive to think as you do, bringing light and love to any situation!

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