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How I consciously scored a leather jacket
I know how to score a leather jacket and parking spaces but something is missing to score more serious things. The bugger is that I understand what is missing and yet . . .
I have always adored soft leather jackets. An indulgence I know, but that is how it is. When in downtown I always go to Queens Arcade. There you find the most beautiful colored jackets you can imagine. I go in, look haughty, smell and touch the leather and sometimes I am brave enough to try on a 1000 dollar beauty. I never consider buying one, mostly for hypocritical reasons. Spending 1K on me cannot be done – I wouldn’t know how to tell my girl with a study loan of mega bucks that mum just splashed out on a jacket with a price of that magnitude. Another hypocritical reason is that it comes from a dead animal and that would cause another guilt trip. So because I never think of buying one, my pleasure is innocent and pure. I am unattached about owning one but enjoy the fantasy.
Then I go to Holland. And in Holland lives my cousin who buys designer clothes at a rate you cannot imagine. And as she needs space to hang her new clothes she discards her designer clothes at the same unimaginable rate. I know that and I know that I want her throw aways. I tell her I am coming, that I love having her oldies.
I turn up, the clothes show up and SURPRISE!
There is my leather jacket amongst it all.
Universe you’ve done it again.
I think because I was unattached in my desire and pleasure in leather jackets the universe delivered. There were no negative vibes involved to confuse it. I also had a chimney – my cousin – a contact that I knew and maintained well to deliver this prosperity through.
So what is missing to deliver the serious goodies, the one I desperately want, the big one, the sailing boat?
What is missing is the attitude I had towards the jacket and parking spaces.
The ‘joyful smell and try it on’ attitude is missing.
I cannot YET achieve being unattached. I cannot sit back and let the universe have a go. My little voice needs to meddle and it cannot stop. And my heart knows that passionately and lovingly going on with my business is the thing to do and that in the meantime chimneys will appear through which the universe can deliver.
But I let my little voice create negative vibes and confuse the universe. I want that sailing boat but my little voice is saying; “You cannot have one as you don’t know what chimneys to create and where. It is too big an ask”. And all the fun goes out the window. Bugger.
I somehow need to get my innocence back, to just enjoy the ride and to be in action by doing what feels right. And I need to watch that little voice!
I need more wonderful sailing experience on a fantastic boat to encourage the ‘joyful smell and try it on’ attitude.
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Cannot help myself, need to try out the comment thing on my new playground.
So people, what do you think?
Help me too to lose that self -sabotaging and often unconscious agenda: My best is not quite powerful enough – YET!
When I told the Joyologist about your and my successes, she replied that her own current excitement was that she had just spent an hour on the phone with Jack Canfield’s Admin, answering questions about her book and his next workshop …She’s got a new exhibit in the Orewa Art Gallery opening tomorrow afternoon and I hope to join her there – after I’ve had a naturist dip in the Orewa hot pool…Dunno how much she is prepared to share at the moment but the abundance of energies about my environment are more significant than I ever remember them. So I want some more B4 we release you to points further north… Blessha ! XX
My reply is above.
What sort of person has no excitement at having their own web-site then,,?
Hey Beth, thanks for all your comments. What I am so excited about is the clear language that is appearing about how to create prosperity. For me it is not longer rifraf or vague waffle, I can actually do something with what I am reading and learning. And if we all work on it, we can support each other, because I can observe your doing better than my own and learn from your efforts. And visa versa. All cool stuff. Wilma
the leather jacket inspiration is what we are all looking for. thanks for a good story. it is a sign and should be the nail in the coffin of the little nasty voice. how do you stop the little bugger. self believe? -> keep looking for the signs and appreciate them. thanks again.
Hello Wilma,
Mum and I have just had a look at your website. It looks Great. I was right I did get my website address wrong but ive got it now. Love you lots. Jessica. P.S. I hope you will be able to see it.
Hi Jan, thanks for your comment on the story that is nailing the nasty little voice. I firmly believe that positive self talk instead of a committee of nasty men and women will make life a lot more pleasant. I am very committed to have positive self talk happen. If I can choose, I chose a nicer committee to have their say.
I am curious what you can score, I will watch you. Wilma
Hi Jessica, I had a look at your website as well, wow, cool photos. I saw the ones of Thailand and I saw the lovely outfit you were wearing. Love you lots too, Wilma
That VOICE! or voices??
I especially got your term…..the COMMITTEE, Wilma. I wonder if that is one reason so many go round all the time with headphones……interference…..but also interferes with the useful reflective voices….yes?
Anyway, starting Fri 9th, AK Festival 07 there is “HEAD”, described as “a theatrical /(performance), illusion of extreme scale”, and so I booked for it straight away because this 4metre head on stage asks the question……”Who the hell is that voice inside my Head?”
Intriguing, Huh?
j.
j. About all the interference, that is so true. However distinguishing which are the useful voices is not that easy anymore either. As love is the only emotion that increases intelligence, I think I am only going to listen to the encouraging voices.
Thanks for your info on AK Festival 07 and the Head. You are splendid in your own enquiry and I really admire that in you.
See you soon, love wilma
Hi Wilma! What a great blog!
The story about finding the jacket you were dreaming of owning resonates with me far more than anything else I’ve read lately.
In thinking about my own experience, what you point out is EXACTLY how all the goodies I have in my life have fallen into place! I never really thought about the “chimney” concept before, but I now realise that I must be pretty good at building them because everything I need seems to fall into my lap exactly when I need it – never a moment before or after that critical time. Maybe the magic is in that I didn’t know that I was “building chimneys” to deliver the goods. That is to say, I had no agenda other than “to allow possibility to deliver”, but I didn’t even consider it that sort of term… it was just something I naturally did.
Great comment, Michael, thanks. This is what I meant in my other blog with observing what happens to others. With what we see in others or via what we read in books or blogs we sometimes get the language that describes what is happening in our own lives. With that ability to be aware, I think we become even more conscious about our creating power. So go, Michael, go….