A Surprising Side Effect

This weekend I visited my mom in the hospital and gave her the necklace. She liked it a lot and was touched by the fact that it was handcrafted especially for her. This was very likely to happen but there was also a miraculous side effect, that I hadn't intended at all and that might not have come to pass if I had tried to force it.

When my mom held the necklace she started imagining, which of her clothes would be suitable to wear it with. She travelled out of the hospital room into a future in which she would be healthy again. In the Abraham teachings they always say, we should tell the story not as it is but as we want it to be and thus shift our vibration enough that it would match the desired outcome. Only then we can receive what we have asked for. In that moment, my mother's focus wasn't set on pains and itches but on her well being.

I had made this accessory on an impulse, believing that it would shift my vibration to one of hope and confidence. Whether my vibration was transferred to hers, or she was positive enough to focus on the good outcome all by herself doesn't matter. The necklace represented a perfect excuse to focus on well being. It might be a good reminder to readjust the focus whenever it goes astray. I hope she will be able to keep blurring the hospital reality in favor of the flowers and the beauty of life that are always present.

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For whom do we pray?

My Mom is a wonderful person. Probably the most wonderful person I have ever met. Most people who know her will agree. There is hardly anyone who doesn't like her. She simply charms everyone with her humor, her sensitivity, and her thoughtfulness. She really touches people and can find beauty in almost everything.

Before I went on my last trip to Merryland, she was admitted to the hospital because of her blood condition. It felt odd to be so far away, but I called her every day. When she told a nurse, I would, the nurse responded: "No wonder, with such a nice mother." See, that's what I mean. Everybody immediately gets, that she will bring out the best in you.

Naturally things, that she would find beautiful, are showing up often along my way. And this journey was no exception, as I saw a magazine about beadwork that sported a beautiful necklace on the title with lily of the valley flowers. My mom likes the scent, she basks in spring green, and although she might never wear it I had the intention to pick up the beading needle again and tackle this very time consuming project some time around this fall.

Shortly before I headed back, she disclosed the diagnoses to me, which she had held back for almost 10 days as to spare me from all the worry. She is challenged by a lymphoma. It was a shock at first. The only thing I could to at that time was gathering more information from my cousin, who is specialized in oncology. I could console my mother with the good news, that it's a fairly well treatable kind and that the chemo would be so light that she could keep her hair.

After that I had the impulse to start on this necklace immediately, so that I could bring it as a present right now, instead of waiting for next Xmas. I bought the beads in Merryland and threaded and threaded and threaded, thinking of all these prayer shawls that some women would knit for loved ones, who undergo a difficult time. I knew it wouldn't change my mothers situation right away, but it made me fell active and thus less helpless.

This changed my mood, and I sometimes asked myself, if that necklace would be of as much benefit to my mother as it was to me. But then it dawned on me, that this project turned my vibration from feeling helples into feeling powerful, and with this hopeful vibration I was able to support my mother better than with the necklace in the first place. I could offer her comfort instead of being a fearful child that needs to be reassured.

Making ourselves feel good is obviously the best thing to do in order to be of service to others. ;-))) The necklace itself might not be that important after all.

Of course she will get the Lilies of the Valley anyway. LOL. I threaded every morning and every evening to have it ready by tomorrow when I will finally be able to see her.

Through the Eyes of Source - A Magical Trick

I live a very exciting life with a most exciting relationship. It's challenging though because we live on two different continents - which we would like to continue, but with the two of us on the same side of the pond and then traveling together to the other side. Right now we are still working on that vision. So reality can become an overwhelming poison that would cloud my vision and soil my emotions.

Yesterday I couldn't help myself. I was beating the drum of the unwanted, and as much as I tried to focus on what I do want, reality caught up with me and again I was repeating that some old song inside of my head. I so longed to be in harmony with my vision. I yearned to be in connection with my inner source. I needed HELP !!!

Suddenly I had a thought - or was it my inner voice speaking to me? It said: "How would this look like if seen through the eyes of source, or God, or even me when being connected."

And at once all the drama fell off from me. I was able to see the magic within everything. I could appreciate again, what a wonderful lover I have met, all the things that make him outstanding and perfect. I didn't worry about the nit-picky details of the now. I was even able to see the beauty that lies in the current situation with all its potential and also the perfection of it all.

But most surprisingly I was able to see myself from the same angle. How senseless and cruel to be so hard on myself, while I was doing so wonderfully fine.

Immediately I felt the butterflies in my tummy again giving me the warm fuzzies about my beyond boyfriend, my totally awesome friends and family (with whom btw I had no drums to beat at all - just for the record - lololol), and life in general.

I was in love again.

Esther Hicks always talks about the magic of falling in love. People are happy because being in love puts them right into the vortex, and then they see each other through the eyes of source. Obviously you can start the whole process from the opposite angle two.

If that's what it takes to feel great, alive, and in love, I will put on my happy glasses each and every morning now and THINK PINK. :-)))

Book Of Appreciation

I started something, or rather resumed a very nice tradition. I am keeping a journal of appreciation for more than a week now. My mother gave me a little book to call all the wonderful things of the day to my mind before I would go to sleep. That was more than two years ago, and I did it for a while before I lost track of it.

I picked up that habit lately after listeing a lot to Abraham. Appreciating what a wise mother I have and also starting to liking it better and better. The original book of my mom is a bit small so I found a bigger one. I also reanimated a fountain pen to make the process of writing by hand more fun. And it really works. Not only seem the things I experience get better and better, also I catch myself during the day phrasing some things in my mind for that book. Or I would go on a hunt like trying to find gems or Easter eggs. So far it's a lot of fun, which might be part of the success. Before I did it more like a tiresome exercise.





It seems to be contageous. Since I cannot borrow the bike anymore that I used to ride in "Merryland" I wanted to buy a used one. It is hard to research this from here and so the knittee volunteered to do the detective work. (How very darling of him.) Yesterday he found a really good and affordable offer. We might have to add a fender though.

And other funny things are happening too. The picture of the flower windwheels, that I posted a year ago, was discovered by a magazine. They might want to print it. I don't know anything about the particulars yet, but the mere thought is very encouraging. So today I am quite the happy penguin.

Companions

I had an epiphany this weekend. Everybody would rub our fur the wrong way from time to time. When this happens a lot of people confuse character with life situation. It's not who someone truly is, it's only WHERE they are on their life's journey in that moment.

If two or more people share the same destination, it's fine if one would prefer a detour or to go faster or slower. As long as they move towards the same direction they still can share a good part of their way. If not that does not say anything about their character or their general motivation.

On my personal journey I have to share that the camera I dreamed about has manifested this weekend due to my father's support. The camera is great - I am all excitement - and I will have to learn a lot to live up to it. So this is one of the shots I took.

The Detours of Relationships

This morning a funny thing dawned on me. I reflected on relationships, as I often do, because nothing is more inspiring to me than relationships. I remembered someone telling me that there are two types of attraction: opposites and similarities. I belong to the latter category and if you don't, this post might be not interesting for you. Maybe it's because I often felt like an oddball that finfing someone who is just like me is absolutely exciting. I wallow in the pleasure of sharing similar thoughts with someone, acting the same, even dicovering the same unconventional idiosycracies is like finding hidden treasures.

Obviously it's easy for me to fall in love with a person who is more or less me. And when I come across different oppinions and other points of view in that person I feel estranged at first. My core beliefs are challenged, which I welcome of course as this is the seed for growth. But this is not the topic of today's post. This morning I realized how paradoxical it is that I am totally capable to love all the things that resemble me unconditionally, provided they greet me in another person's body, while I still jump through a bunch of loops in order to be loved and accepted.

This sounds more drastic as it is. But aren't we all trained to care more about how we feel that anyone else is very egoistic and selfish? I came a long way to learn how to listen to my needs ad feelings and to value them more than anything that is expected if me. But the irony in all this setup never hit me as clearly before as this morning.

What it boils down to is that we (the ones who seek the opposites in others feel free to regard yourself as excluded) are convinced that all what we are is loveable and adorable, as long as we see it in others, while we are depending on others to love us and thus confirm that we are the most wonderful person on earth. Why the detour? Why not accepting the fact that we are gorgeous, beautiful beings as a given and then start loving other people for what they really are and not only the comon denominatornthat we share?

I know society doesn't train us to walk around with the belief that we are magnificent. But we are. Everyone of us.

Precious Little Moments

Yesterday I had a silly thought. I was in the bathroom busy with my morning routine, lotioning my arms. I felt a wee bit rushed, my mind swirling with all the things I wanted to do, excited about all the opportunities and the creative projects I wanted to tackle this day. The lotioning was like a chore I needed to get done. And the skin almost seemed to drag its feet sucking in the lotion slower than necessary. Then suddenly I stopped in my tracks pondering. To me this might be just a tiresome skin care duty, but to my arms these minutes could be the highlight of their day. When else would they get so much attention and affection? Something in me shifted as I observed this moment from the perspective of my arms. I suddenly felt peace and appreciation, since they never let me down all day, although they only get this small amount of pampering.

This must have stirred something in me, because I experienced a similar shift at work. My desk was filled with things that needed to be done before the holidays, so I felt pressed for time when I answered the phone in order to deal with a customer's accountant. She needed an invoice to be spiced with a certain reference number in order to transfer the money. (Did I mention before that bookkeeping is a total bore and nuisance in my eyes.) She was from Rumania and had a hard time expressing herself in my language. It took a while until she could communicate her request and I detected a slight feeling of annoyance in me. Why would a company in my own country hire someone who is lacking in communication skills. I was holding out of course, because the thought of my own company receiving the money for my work's efforts is a quite satisfying one.

And then that shift happened again. Maybe to me this was an irksome moment, but to her it might be a very brave deed, exposing herself to this task in a foreign language. From my perspective she was butchering it, but from her point of view she was possibly doing quite well given the circumstances. How courageous to take up a job that would force you to grow and expand beyond your comfort zone. I felt so much appreciation and admiration for her, that I was able to resolve this issue with a lot of patience and nice words for her.

I know that everyone experience their reality based on their own perception. So this might not have done anything to that woman, or my arms for that matter. But it changed something in me. I was able to devote myself fully to the situation at hand, and my emotions were instantly uplifted.

Spirals and infinities are circling possibilities

Opportunities revolving and life evolving

Out on the edges it might heavily shake you

Jump right into the middle and it'll awake you