I believe in the power of thoughts and I think we create the world around us. I am not sure yet how this exactly works. Whether we only perceive the world differently or really change the world by adopting a certain attitude I cannot say. But I think our mind is too limited to understand it anyway - at least mine is ;-))).
I sometimes even don't know if an idea really belongs to me or if my mind is like a receiver picking up things that are broadcasted by the universal radio. Especially when I have thoughts which are excellent. LOL Who has the copyrights on ideas anyway if it so happens that sometimes two independent people come up with the same idea at once without having even talked to each other before?
Having said that I want to relate what occurred this morning. A very nice pen pal of mine, whom I in touch with since a short while now, wrote me that his mother took a bad fall and was a bit under the weather. She seems to be accident-prone and often creates situations like this in order to get more attention by doctors. So I thought why not write that nice old lady a card so the need for being noticed would be satisfied a little bit. Then I thought it might be very intrusive to do so and not my place.
This morning however I was told that some friends of his had just did what I had planned and thus executed "my" idea. Funny isn't it? It proves to me that we are all connected.
And it reminded me of something that happened when I was still with my last boyfriend. There were times when he was unemployed and extremely short on money. He felt very bad about it, almost ashamed. During this time he lost 50 bucks. I don't quite remember in which way. Some stupid payment or something broke down. All I remember is that there was a hole of 50 bucks wallet. I would have volunteered to fill it, but did not want to hurt his pride. So I planned to furtively slip a bill of 50 into the pocket of his trousers the next time I was at his place - we did not live together - in order to spare his feelings. He would find it and think he forgot all about this money, but it was righteously his.
The very next morning he called and told me that he had put on a pair of trousers he is only wearing rarely. And believe it or not, he found a 50 buck note in his back pocket. Cross my heart I didn't put it there. I haven't even been in the vicinity of these pants. But I was relieved that the job had been taken care of.
Imagine what we could create if we learned who to use this mechanism deliberately.
I sometimes even don't know if an idea really belongs to me or if my mind is like a receiver picking up things that are broadcasted by the universal radio. Especially when I have thoughts which are excellent. LOL Who has the copyrights on ideas anyway if it so happens that sometimes two independent people come up with the same idea at once without having even talked to each other before?
Having said that I want to relate what occurred this morning. A very nice pen pal of mine, whom I in touch with since a short while now, wrote me that his mother took a bad fall and was a bit under the weather. She seems to be accident-prone and often creates situations like this in order to get more attention by doctors. So I thought why not write that nice old lady a card so the need for being noticed would be satisfied a little bit. Then I thought it might be very intrusive to do so and not my place.
This morning however I was told that some friends of his had just did what I had planned and thus executed "my" idea. Funny isn't it? It proves to me that we are all connected.
And it reminded me of something that happened when I was still with my last boyfriend. There were times when he was unemployed and extremely short on money. He felt very bad about it, almost ashamed. During this time he lost 50 bucks. I don't quite remember in which way. Some stupid payment or something broke down. All I remember is that there was a hole of 50 bucks wallet. I would have volunteered to fill it, but did not want to hurt his pride. So I planned to furtively slip a bill of 50 into the pocket of his trousers the next time I was at his place - we did not live together - in order to spare his feelings. He would find it and think he forgot all about this money, but it was righteously his.
The very next morning he called and told me that he had put on a pair of trousers he is only wearing rarely. And believe it or not, he found a 50 buck note in his back pocket. Cross my heart I didn't put it there. I haven't even been in the vicinity of these pants. But I was relieved that the job had been taken care of.
Imagine what we could create if we learned who to use this mechanism deliberately.
If you ever get a chance, it would be worth a listen to Carolyn Myss's audio program, "Your Power to Create." Some good food for thought on the abilibty to mainifest our desires.
ReplyDeleteGood call. I forgot about that. I will look into that. Thanks ;-)))
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