Manifesting Miracles
Story
Joe and I discovered we had a mutual love of adventure and we decided we wanted to get a pick-up truck with a slide-in, pop-up camper. We intuited that we needed to get very clear about what we wanted, so we made a list. We wrote down all the details including what features we wanted, how much the unit should cost, and even included that we wanted the people who sold it to us to really want us to have it. We saw an older couple who were excited to pass this well-loved camper on to us. Then we released our dream and waited for it to come to us.
One night Joe and I are sitting in the hot tub and Joe looks at me and says, "It's time." We need to go check Craigslist. And sure enough, there was a camper meeting our requirements. Joe contacted the sellers and we made an appointment to visit them the next morning.
The camper was old, but in immaculate condition, as was the truck. It was a classic old Chevy Silverado with about 50,000 miles on it! The elderly couple were a delight. They had refused to sell the unit to other interested parties because they did not like the feel and did not want to put their beloved camper into their hands. They did like us, and a deal was struck with smiles all around for very close to our mocked-up price.
When we went to pick up the camper it took about 4 hours. The husband walked us through everything. The wife made us brownies. And then they took us out to lunch!!! It was so sweet and the warmth of the exchange exceeded our hopes. A magical manifestation indeed!
Joe and I discovered we had a mutual love of adventure and we decided we wanted to get a pick-up truck with a slide-in, pop-up camper. We intuited that we needed to get very clear about what we wanted, so we made a list. We wrote down all the details including what features we wanted, how much the unit should cost, and even included that we wanted the people who sold it to us to really want us to have it. We saw an older couple who were excited to pass this well-loved camper on to us. Then we released our dream and waited for it to come to us.
One night Joe and I are sitting in the hot tub and Joe looks at me and says, "It's time." We need to go check Craigslist. And sure enough, there was a camper meeting our requirements. Joe contacted the sellers and we made an appointment to visit them the next morning.
The camper was old, but in immaculate condition, as was the truck. It was a classic old Chevy Silverado with about 50,000 miles on it! The elderly couple were a delight. They had refused to sell the unit to other interested parties because they did not like the feel and did not want to put their beloved camper into their hands. They did like us, and a deal was struck with smiles all around for very close to our mocked-up price.
When we went to pick up the camper it took about 4 hours. The husband walked us through everything. The wife made us brownies. And then they took us out to lunch!!! It was so sweet and the warmth of the exchange exceeded our hopes. A magical manifestation indeed!
After getting used to our new equipment on a few local trips, we decided to go for it and planned a six week journey to explore the Pacific Northwest.
Things were going beautifully, but Joe and I kept hearing there would be some chaotic potentials for us in the state of Washington. The intuitive nudge kept getting stronger, so we decided to feel into the potentials that were floating about and pick the most graceful one.
Independently, we each did an imagination meditation where we felt into the energies of three different possibilities and we each got very similar results. Potential #1 felt very depressing, Potential #2 was jagged and uncomfortable, and Potential #3 gave us happy tingles. We knew no details, but Potential #3 was the obvious choice so we chose the tingles and were very curious to see what would happen next.
A few days later, we set up camp in Mount Rainier National Park. It was late in the day and we were losing the light. Tired and hungry, we were pushing to finish our set-up before dark. As we lifted the top of our pop-up camper, one corner didn’t go up. In our hurry, we had forgotten to unlatch it, and much to our horror, we bent one the metal bars in the lift system, almost to the point of breaking it.
Despair and self-recrimination washed over us both. The roof was now listing badly. We took a much needed "time out" so we didn’t make the situation worse. To our credit, we didn’t get angry at each other. After a few deep breaths, we remembered the exercise with the potentials and knew this was our opportunity to walk our talk. Neither a pity party nor self-recrimination would help the situation, so we felt back into Potential #3 until we could feel the happy tingles again and reclaimed our choice.
After assessing the situation from a calmer perspective, we lifted the roof and propped it up with a board so it wouldn’t collapse on us while we were sleeping. Then we made a really nice dinner to pamper ourselves, had some wine and a good laugh, and waited to see what the next day would bring.
In the morning, we walked to the campground pay phone (we had no cell service) and called the manufacturer of our camper to see if spare parts were available. They laughingly called our pop-up a dinosaur and told us our best bet would be to find a machine shop in Seattle who could weld a repair. When we felt into this possibility, the energy was very jagged. Definitely not the best choice.
Out of ideas for the time being, we took a hike to distract ourselves, trusting our next step would appear. We had no goal in mind for our stroll, but followed our intuition. Should we take this walk? Yes. Do we keep going all the way to the waterfall? Yes. Eventually, we met a gentleman who was resting on the side of the trail. My eyes connected with his and I could feel a spark shoot between us. We stopped to chat with him, and the three of us ended up walking the rest of the way to the beautiful waterfall at the end of the trail.
After getting used to our new equipment on a few local trips, we decided to go for it and planned a six week journey to explore the Pacific Northwest.
Things were going beautifully, but Joe and I kept hearing there would be some chaotic potentials for us in the state of Washington. The intuitive nudge kept getting stronger, so we decided to feel into the potentials that were floating about and pick the most graceful one.
Independently, we each did an imagination meditation where we felt into the energies of three different possibilities and we each got very similar results. Potential #1 felt very depressing, Potential #2 was jagged and uncomfortable, and Potential #3 gave us happy tingles. We knew no details, but Potential #3 was the obvious choice so we chose the tingles and were very curious to see what would happen next.
A few days later, we set up camp in Mount Rainier National Park. It was late in the day and we were losing the light. Tired and hungry, we were pushing to finish our set-up before dark. As we lifted the top of our pop-up camper, one corner didn’t go up. In our hurry, we had forgotten to unlatch it, and much to our horror, we bent one the metal bars in the lift system, almost to the point of breaking it.
Despair and self-recrimination washed over us both. The roof was now listing badly. We took a much needed "time out" so we didn’t make the situation worse. To our credit, we didn’t get angry at each other. After a few deep breaths, we remembered the exercise with the potentials and knew this was our opportunity to walk our talk. Neither a pity party nor self-recrimination would help the situation, so we felt back into Potential #3 until we could feel the happy tingles again and reclaimed our choice.
After assessing the situation from a calmer perspective, we lifted the roof and propped it up with a board so it wouldn’t collapse on us while we were sleeping. Then we made a really nice dinner to pamper ourselves, had some wine and a good laugh, and waited to see what the next day would bring.
In the morning, we walked to the campground pay phone (we had no cell service) and called the manufacturer of our camper to see if spare parts were available. They laughingly called our pop-up a dinosaur and told us our best bet would be to find a machine shop in Seattle who could weld a repair. When we felt into this possibility, the energy was very jagged. Definitely not the best choice.
Out of ideas for the time being, we took a hike to distract ourselves, trusting our next step would appear. We had no goal in mind for our stroll, but followed our intuition. Should we take this walk? Yes. Do we keep going all the way to the waterfall? Yes. Eventually, we met a gentleman who was resting on the side of the trail. My eyes connected with his and I could feel a spark shoot between us. We stopped to chat with him, and the three of us ended up walking the rest of the way to the beautiful waterfall at the end of the trail.
When we were about to part ways, Joe shared our situation with him. He listened intently, then gave us his phone number and suggested we call him when we left the park. He thought he might be able to help us.
A few days later, we packed up without incident and struck out for the Seattle area. I remembered the man was wearing a T-shirt featuring a film festival at a local town, so we headed in that direction and found a campsite in the area. That night we called him and learned we were about a mile from his home.
The next day we drove to his house, and this wonderful man took Joe an hour away to a metal shop where his buddies built boats. They dropped everything to weld a repair…free of charge! No one would take a dime. Meanwhile, the man's wife and daughter took me to lunch in one of the cutest little towns you could ever imagine. All-in-all, it was a grace-filled, joyful day! We could not have planned this kind of grace.
A few days later, we packed up without incident and struck out for the Seattle area. I remembered the man was wearing a T-shirt featuring a film festival at a local town, so we headed in that direction and found a campsite in the area. That night we called him and learned we were about a mile from his home.
The next day we drove to his house, and this wonderful man took Joe an hour away to a metal shop where his buddies built boats. They dropped everything to weld a repair…free of charge! No one would take a dime. Meanwhile, the man's wife and daughter took me to lunch in one of the cutest little towns you could ever imagine. All-in-all, it was a grace-filled, joyful day! We could not have planned this kind of grace.
What Happened Next
Travel soon became a way for me to discover my manifesting abilities.
One of my favorite travel/food shows is I’ll Have What Phil’s Having hosted by Phil Rosenthal who was the writer for Everybody Loves Raymond. Phil has a rapier wit that he disarms with charm and boyish enthusiasm. He loves having new experiences and is a great observer of life.
I started traveling the world with Phil from my couch about a year ago. I was a curious if somewhat cynical voyeur until Phil traveled to the Umbrian countryside in Italy. That episode ended with a gathering of friends sitting at a big outdoor table enjoying extraordinary food and companionship. At sunset, a vigorous Italian butcher who had grilled the evening’s meal quoted Dante. The wine was flowing. The mood was magical. Something in my heart cracked and tears started to flow. A deep yearning was born in me to go to Italy and live the sensual life. I didn’t want to see the Italy that most tourists see. I wanted the back-door experience that one finds in the homes of locals, and I wanted it with a passion that surprised me. I wanted to know what it was like to live as an Italian.
A few months later, Joe and I received an invitation to staff two workshops in Tuscany. We said yes with enthusiasm and I began to plan the trip, blinded by my passion, and I forgot to use the bubbles.
Upon our arrival in Italy, we drove several hours west of Florence to a little town called Montemerano. This 400 year-old medieval village was named as one of the most beautiful small towns in Italy, and for good reason. Our AirBnB host took us up to our apartment, which was in the courtyard at the top of the village (right next to the wine cafe and the bell tower). We rode up in the bed of a small motorcycle/pick-up truck, bouncing along with our luggage, laughing hysterically as we bumped over the cobblestones and squeezed through ancient portas.
Travel soon became a way for me to discover my manifesting abilities.
One of my favorite travel/food shows is I’ll Have What Phil’s Having hosted by Phil Rosenthal who was the writer for Everybody Loves Raymond. Phil has a rapier wit that he disarms with charm and boyish enthusiasm. He loves having new experiences and is a great observer of life.
I started traveling the world with Phil from my couch about a year ago. I was a curious if somewhat cynical voyeur until Phil traveled to the Umbrian countryside in Italy. That episode ended with a gathering of friends sitting at a big outdoor table enjoying extraordinary food and companionship. At sunset, a vigorous Italian butcher who had grilled the evening’s meal quoted Dante. The wine was flowing. The mood was magical. Something in my heart cracked and tears started to flow. A deep yearning was born in me to go to Italy and live the sensual life. I didn’t want to see the Italy that most tourists see. I wanted the back-door experience that one finds in the homes of locals, and I wanted it with a passion that surprised me. I wanted to know what it was like to live as an Italian.
A few months later, Joe and I received an invitation to staff two workshops in Tuscany. We said yes with enthusiasm and I began to plan the trip, blinded by my passion, and I forgot to use the bubbles.
Upon our arrival in Italy, we drove several hours west of Florence to a little town called Montemerano. This 400 year-old medieval village was named as one of the most beautiful small towns in Italy, and for good reason. Our AirBnB host took us up to our apartment, which was in the courtyard at the top of the village (right next to the wine cafe and the bell tower). We rode up in the bed of a small motorcycle/pick-up truck, bouncing along with our luggage, laughing hysterically as we bumped over the cobblestones and squeezed through ancient portas.
Our lovely apartment had a balcony with a view you would die for that overlooked the golden Tuscan countryside. Our host gifted us with a fig torte (made by his Mama), a refrigerator full of food (including a platter of prosciutto, Parmigiano-Reggiano, and arugula with lemon dressing), a bowl of fruit, and a nice bottle of wine, so our first night in Italy was spent on the balcony, listening to the church bells, sipping and snacking away while the sunset turned our view into a postcard. It was a very beautiful and sensual beginning to our adventure. The quiet, the charm, the delight of it all brought a sweet and simple joy to me.
We then returned to the area near Florence and staffed the workshops, which was an intense two weeks catalyzing a lot of epiphanies and deep personal growth. Once the workshops were completed, Joe and I retreated to the rural countryside of Umbria for rest and integration at a beautiful agriturismo. I had booked a place that inspired the vision of Phil's Umbrian adventure.
The agriturismo was gorgeous, yet certain things we had hoped to experience during our visit did not come to pass, and I kept humorously bumping up against my projections and expectations. Each disappointment revealed a mismatch of energy, and showed me that if I wanted to receive the good stuff in life I had to first love myself in equal measure so I could actually have it. It was a frustrating but eye-opening week.
As our time at the agriturismo came to an end, Joe and I were invited to share a meal with the owners of the villa. Upon arriving at the gazebo where the event was to take place, I saw we would be joining a gathering of old friends, people from different countries who had vacationed in Umbria, fell in love with the land and each other, and had purchased second homes to savor the good life in community.
I found myself eating pasta with pesto and vegetables fresh from the garden, enjoying a fine local fish with lemons from the orchard, eating a gorgeous simple salad, and reveling in a cake covered with peaches that were harvested that morning. We were all toasting each other, drinking wine the color of the golden Italian sun, sharing conversation in Italian, German, English, and body language. It was quite amazing.
I paused for a moment to take it all in and realization washed over me…I was having my I’ll Have What Phil’s Having moment!!! Here was my dream come to life…the one that brought me to tears and carried me all the way across the Atlantic Ocean. I choked on my wine. It was an absolutely magical moment.
Now I confess, I didn’t see this creation coming. It came when I was distracted by my own disappointments. It came when I was tired and cranky and thinking thoughts like, “I have a headache…do I really have to go have lunch with people I don’t know and struggle with my bad Italian?” It came in absolute perfection, and it brought me a tremendous and very unexpected awareness - I didn’t fit in this scenario. These were not my people and this wasn’t my place. Oh, it was a beautiful experience, don’t get me wrong, and I thoroughly was soaking it up, but I created “what Phil was having” instead of what would really suit me best. What an ah-ha, and I realized if I could create this (and I totally did), then I can create anything!
Since there is no butcher present to quote Dante right now, I guess that task is left to me. The quote is perfect, for it speaks of passion and what dreams may come from the fire in our hearts. Energy serves us always, and it does so most beautifully when it is tempered with wisdom.
A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
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Remember tonight…for it is the beginning of always.
— Dante Alighieri --
Insights
Creating a magical life requires several things:
- Knowing how you want your life to feel.
- Being very clear about this (no subconscious sabotage).
- Being willing to release what does not align with this new frequency.
- Remaining curious and patient.
- And allowing surprises to unfold.
When I have not known how I want my life to feel, and instead have succumbed to doubt or fear or despair, then I generally create more opportunities for those lesser feelings to manifest.
When I feel passionate about something that resonates strongly, I will be propelled right into such an experience.
However, if I have not sensed into the potentials fully and made a clear choice among them, the creation is likely to be a bit messy. This was the case at the agriturismo in Italy. I felt great frustration, because the situation was mirroring back to me where I was still sabotaging myself. It gave me a great opportunity to see myself more clearly. It also presented me with great beauty. "Look at what you are capable of manifesting!" Wow. I am a powerful creator!
I've come to view manifesting much like planting and tending a garden. We live in the Colorado mountains and gardening is a tricky proposition at this elevation. The season is short, and many things just don't like to grow at 7,500 feet above sea level. Still, the growing of things has become a passion for me. There was a time when my house plants were all plastic because I couldn't keep a real plant alive. Things have changed. Actually, I have changed, and I'm seeing how plants are now responding to me in a new way.
Because of our snowy Springs, we plant our seeds in early Spring and tend them in the house until they are strong enough to move into the greenhouse in May. We usually plant a mix of flowers and vegetables because I love flowers in the garden and they attract the bees to pollinate the vegetables. It is a harmonious mix. Then in June, when all threat of snow has passed, we move things out into the garden where they have 4-5 months to come to maturity.
We have had this garden for many years, but it is only in the last several that I have discovered my joy in it. Back in the early days, I would rush through the weeding and the watering feeling frustrated by the time it took because I thought I had better things to be doing with my time. But something changed a couple of years ago. I began to make it a loving practice of presence, and when this shift occurred the garden exploded with life and beauty. This year, from six San Marzano tomato plants, we have already canned about 20 pints of tomatoes and sauce and there is still a huge number of tomatoes on the vine. Miraculous for where we live!
In hindsight, I realize my practice of presence emerged out of curiosity. You see, I really didn't know what I was doing in the garden, so I just started paying attention and then feeling into the right response to whatever I was observing. Much of my gardening know how has come from trial and error, avoiding mistakes I made the year before and trying new things. The biggest epiphany is that the plants love the attention I give them. Instead of watering with a sprinkler system or hose, I carry the water by hand and greet each plant as I water it. I thank the plants when I harvest the food. I enjoy the energy they give to me and my time walking among them, and it is apparent to me that they like my company as well. Even bees have become friends. I used to fear them in the past. In the garden, there is only a joyful cohabiting that occurs. I celebrate their presence and we dance with each other so that all our needs are met gracefully.
Gardening has been a model for manifesting because I see certain themes that are universal. I have to prepare the soil. Actually Joe does that. He makes dirt from our compost and chicken and horse manure and he has become a master at it. Our soil is beautiful!
Then the proper timing for planting seeds or seedlings must be honored. Timing is critical. Too early, the plants won't live. Too late, you get no produce.
Then there is the tending, which is not about rushing to the a harvest but about staying present with what is in front of you. Not all seeds become plants. Not all plants mature. This is the way of things and there is no fighting it, but there are also surprises. Every year there are plants that emerge from the ground, volunteers that spring forth from seeds hidden in the compost, and often these bear amazing fruit. The process of tending a garden requires patience and curiosity. The joy is in embracing the journey as opposed to wishing solely for the harvest. It is a way of living with life.
One truth that became apparent early on is that gardens need good boundaries. Our garden is a very secure space. It has 7 foot high fence that keeps out the bunnies as well as the deer and the elk. This is an absolute necessity. Anything planted behind a lower fence is basically expensive deer food. Similarly I've learned I must have good boundaries on other tender creations so as not to let unaware people trample and destroy them.
My gardening has taught me a lot about growing things in my life. Prepare the ground. Honor divine timing. Stay present. Hold out predators and doubters so tender new shoots have a chance to grow. And then stay curious. Respond to what is in front of me and hold the dream loosely so I am not fighting against what my own energy is trying to bring me. I'm always willing to be surprised.
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Conclusion
Through the experiences I shared above, I've learned that I am capable of dialing in better and better bubbles of potential. Joe and I use the bubble exercise regularly to inform our choices and set our preferences in motion. Our job it to pick how we want things to feel. All attachment to details must be released. Once the bubble that feels best has been selected, we have to wait for our energy to come to us and show us the next step. Only then, when we have something to respond to, can we act. Until that point we are to hold the frequency and wait without reacting out of fear, impatience or frustration. When the time is right, we will be invited to respond to something and things progress.
This takes practice. The hardest part is in the waiting. Imagine you are up on a rooftop and you throw your boomerang out to the universe so it can bring something back to you. If you leave the rooftop because your frequency just dipped into fear and doubt, you will not be there when the boomerang returns and you will miss what is coming to you. Holding the frequency of what you desire is essential to success.
The next challenge is to discern the right action at the right time. This takes practice too. When I am holding the frequency, then the right action is known. It appears rather than being thought up, and it just feels right. Instead of pushing and forcing, there is flow. There is certainty in the next step. There is no sense of being a victim. And I know that I will always receive exactly what I need whether I think I want it or not. My energy is serving me. It might show me where I need to align my frequency a little differently. It might reveal something that needs to be cleared away. But it is always, and I do mean always, in service to me.
In this way, the process of creation becomes a journey of discovery rather than a destination. It is a living piece of art that keeps evolving and changing as I evolve and change. It can facilitate deep healing and endings and new beginnings all at the same time. Energy becomes a form of sensory communication. While we often share energy with others to collaborate, in reality our energy is our own. We can disentangle it from old patterns and beliefs. We can call it back from other people and from old creations that no longer serve us.
When we pay attention and are willing to be surprised, our energy can reveal truths about people and situations that words and surface presentations might obscure. It also reveals the truth of our own motivations. All outer experiences are mirrors of what lies unconscious within us, and our energy is our truest ally, helping us to evolve ourselves. It will guide us to our highest choices: what to create, where, when, how, with whom. The why is always for the love, for the joy, for the experience.
In the end any harvest always will be based on what was sown, when, and how it was tended. There are no mistakes, only learning opportunities. Miracles, when they come, find us because we've chose them, allowed them, prepared the ground to receive them and held the frequency of their promise fulfilled. I've learned that the more I love being in my life, the more life will love me back.
Portal Perspective - All energy is in service to your wholeness and highest potentials.
Key to Success - Continue to refine your frequency and hold it with trust.
That which is truly yours will always come to you.
Portal Perspective - All energy is in service to your wholeness and highest potentials.
Key to Success - Continue to refine your frequency and hold it with trust.
That which is truly yours will always come to you.