A few months ago I posted a video on YouTube to show people how I use dowsing wands. (You can see it here.) I made it for fun and to show people how I test for resonance and the presence of energy. From the comments I received, some people think this is cool, some think I am trying to hoax them, some people think that dowsing is the work of the devil.

Whatever. I'm just sharing, not trying to persuade anyone.

So I was taken aback by a comment that arrived in my inbox the other day:

You and I both know you are a scammer. Nothing will change the fact that you scam people out of money. And I know you don't sleep well at night. It eats at you. The inner voice… "I'm a crook." "I'm a cheat." Happy nightmares.

Huh? The "happy nightmares" was the topper for me. Best read with coffee to start your day.

Personally, I cannot fathom writing a stranger hate mail, but I think my training in psychology and coaching gives me an understanding of why people sent this stuff (but that's a different story).

In full disclosure, I do provide an affiliate link if someone wants to purchase these dowsing rods (they are the best I've found). I think I make like 3 bucks a sale. And just so you know, whenever I formulate a plan to cheat people, it's my policy to make sure my end is at least 10 bucks a sale. I mean, I'm not stoopid.

I did my best to dismiss the e-mail and move on with my day. But in the back of my mind, I cannot help but wonder where that came from. What am I putting out there to attract something like that? What is going on between me and money that this divine teacher disguised as a frothing YouTuber is trying to enlighten me on?

<<Fast forward two weeks.>>

Karin and I are in New York City for a wedding. My friend lives in NYC and we decide to meet up at the art gallery where she works. She's been called in to show a potential buyer a painting right before the ceremony and the gallery is two blocks away. Perfect.

As I enter the gallery and say hello, I notice the paintings on the walls. They are all about 5' x 5' or so, to give you some scale. The first one I see is below.

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My photo makes it look much better than it appeared on the wall in person. Without the flash, it was just a mass of blackish-brown with little definition. Even seen here with the more pronounced colors, I can't say it moves me in any particular way.

My friend sees me looking at it and informs me that the painting costs well over 30 million dollars (I was asked not to disclose the actual price).

My eyes became as large as glazed doughnuts.

THAT costs 30 mill? You've got to be kidding me. I have to take a picture of this. I mean, I think I could paint this, I really do…

My attitude went from amazement to indignation. While I had zero knowledge about the painting, its significance, its history, or its creator, I believed the price was ridiculous and the mocking tone of my voice reflected my belief.

Karin reminded me that I was being a bit of a touchhole in front of my friend and disrespectful of her passion for art, and so I shut my mouth. But I kept taking pictures as my friend described the significance of the piece. I still didn't get it.

A moment later the gentleman who was interested in buying the painting walked through the door. Who was this guy? What did he do? How'd he get all that scratch? What does he see in this art? Really? He already owns two similar works?

It was time for us to depart for the wedding. In the hours and days that passed, I retold the story of the painting many times. My emphasis in the retelling was always can you believe how much this costs?

I thought back to the prospective buyer in the gallery. I watched him as my friend told him the prices of the various pieces. His demeanor never changed. Why did I care so much?

I had asked my friend what the artist's cut was going to be on the sale. Yes, he was still alive and he would receive 97% of the sale price. Again, I had never heard of the artist, knew nothing about this cat, and yet a felt a wave of resentment toward him pass through me.

Certainly he didn't deserve such an enormous sum of money. For one painting? And such an "ugly" one at that? All these people are crazy… wasting money like this…???

Looking back, I suppose I just could not fathom having that kind of money in my life. Do I want that kind of wealth? Sure I do. Do I resonate with allowing that kind of money into my life? Certainly not.

And here's how we know that (without even having to use the previously mentioned dowsing rods). I REACTED. Your emotions, and yes, your reactions show you where your buttons are — where you're conditioning lives — and that which keeps you from allowing your truest desires into your life.

The more conscious you are in living your life, the more you will pay attention to your reactions and take full responsibility for them. The less conscious you are, the more you will blame others for your reactions.

It's much easier for me to judge everyone associated with a piece of art, the art itself, and the value placed on that  art as "insane and obscene" and self-righteously tell people the story to bolster my world view ("yes, don't you agree with me? Isn't that crazy?") than it is to see my reaction and judgement as a reflection of my own self imposed limitations.

This was one painting. In one gallery. In one building. On one corner of New York City. Someone determined that it was worth 30 million dollars. Someone seemed happy to pay that. There's as much money and wealth in the universe as we allow into our experience.

Just to show me I had not adequately addressed my unconscious money belief, the universe provided me with another message to make sure I got it.

I had just sent out an announcement about my new coaching program — The Very Cool Life Network. In many ways, this is the most ambitious project I've ever created. I believe it will transform lives — mine and the people who choose to join me on this adventure.

In addition, filling this group will also allow me to change my whole way of doing business and allow me even more freedom in my life. It feels huge to me.

Much like the painting, the value of the program is arbitrary and largely defined by the client. But it's still up to me to set the price and I set the value of a year of my work and personal attention for this program at $7500. While I could easily rationalize that in my head, my energy around changing that much was not totally clean. This became clear when another angel named John, whom I've never met or heard of sent me this message out of nowhere.

Drew — Good luck with your money making scheme and your insane rate.

Though I'd never met John, as soon as I read his e-mail, I wanted to meet him. And punch him. And then punch him again. At the very least I wanted to write him back. I wanted to make him feel like he made me feel. But I've been through this before and my higher-self dialed in. I know that nothing good would come from me feeding energy into this.

And most important, I remember that my reaction to this message was telling me something about ME. My buddy John was just an illusion — he was really the part of ME that still believed I didn't deserve to have a group of like-minded, cool people show up and pay me for sharing myself.

So I practiced what I preach and did the work to remove that conflicting intention about allowing my desire. (By the way, the VCLN is all about mastering how to do this in your own life).

And by the end of the next day I had my first two registrations and three (count 'em, 3) messages from people telling me what a great value my program offers.

Huge change.

And it comes from owing and noticing my reactions. Seeing them as something I need to clean up. And taking the appropriate action.

I hope the artist sells his painting. I hope the buyer loves buying it and seeing it on his wall. I am grateful to the people who sent me e-mails to show me where I was not allowing my intentions. I am conscious that every time I complain about money in any way, I am refusing to allow it in my own life.

And I move further into the space where my desires come to me. Just because I want them.

 

I just made $500. I did about 15 minutes of work for the money. Tickling a keyboard. Dragging my finger on a mousepad. There was no heavy lifting involved, I assure you.

I mention it because my first thought was not how grateful I was to have $500 fall into my lap. No, my first thought was that I should have made $700 on the deal instead. I was actually more pissed off than joyful. My attention immediately went to the $200 I "lost" instead of the $500 that went into my bank account.

That's just the truth of how I reacted. I'm not proud of it. And yes, I feel a little ashamed when I think about my initial reaction. It's disconcerting to think how easy it is to take our blessings for granted.

That's why I am dusting off my lovely, leather-spined gratitude journal and making some new entries of what I am thankful for.

Including the $500.

 

 

I got the message from my accountant today.

THE message.

The one where he says, "Drew, I got your numbers figured for the year and it looks like…"

Right about here in the conversation, in my mind I see BAR and BAR come up on the first two wheels on the slot machine. The third spins round and round. Will I break or bust?

In other words, how much will I owe in taxes this year?

Last year I incorporated (The Quantum Performance Company, Inc.), so I've already completed my company taxes. My man Wayne the Accountant was on my voicemail giving me my information for my personal return.

"…it looks like you've overpaid five thousand federal and a thousand for the state…"

BAR! Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

Because I always keep a separate account for my taxes generously stocked and I was prepared to pay out around 3 grand, this just became a $9000.00 day. All before 8AM!

I share this because 1) it was very cool, and 2) because this happens to me regularly when I pay my taxes, and 3) because I can teach you how this happens for me if you're interested.

So forgive the sales plug, but with the evidence in my bank account once again, I am proud and excited to share my Piles of Money Program with anyone who's interested in consciously upgrading their finances.

I have created a simple system to organize and attract money using online banking. It has served me very, very well over the years and changed my financial life. People kept asking me about it, so I finally wrote it all out. Today, there is the e-book, a video, and over 3 hours of great audio discussing this system and the practical steps you can take to become a money magnet. All it really takes is awareness and action.

You can read more about it here. My system works. Again and again.

What will I do with my newfound money? Well, if I invest it all in my corporation's 401K plan and assume a 10% percent return over the next 30 years (and live to see 67), my $9,000 will be $157,000.

That's practical attraction!


P.S. If you have your own business, you MUST have a separate account for your taxes! With my system, I've never been scrambling to pay my taxes (and usually have a surplus).

P.P.S. If you are in business for yourself, get incorporated! This has saved me at least $20,000 in taxes in my first year. Assuming this same tax savings each year, if I just took the money I saved in taxes every year and invested it all at a 10 percent return for 30 years, I'd end up with $4 million. Just by being conscious of the rules of money!

Yesterday was a record day for this website.

I made $12.33 from Google Ads. Twelve big ones. And change to spare. This may not seem like much, but it bought Karin and me breakfast at our local diner with a 40% tip (good, cheap breakfasts are a perk of country living).

I've never been so excited to make $12 in my life. When I checked my Google account and saw what flowed in yesterday, you'd have thought that I'd attracted 100 times that amount.

So why am I so excited?

Because I am witnessing my intention unfold. To be clear, my intention in this regard is as follows:

I spend my time observing, writing, and creating to my heart's content. I attract at least two thousand dollars a month with total ease. I am filled with the joy being of fully self-expressed.

In the first month of this blog, I've attracted a total of $166.69 from Google Ads and donations. Again, dollars-wise this is no big deal. I make more for one hour of work than the site’s entire earnings for the month.

But to me, there are few things as thrilling as standing in the wonder of watching an intention being born. It’s like watching the bud of a tulip come into bloom, petal by petal, right before your eyes.

Attracting “at least two thousand dollars a month” would cover my mortgage and taxes – my biggest expense. How cool would that be? In my first month of operation, I'm 1/12th of the way there and I am fully resonant with the intention; I just know it’s on the way.

I have no clue how or when all of this money is going to show up, nor I am not concerned with either detail. However, I am supremely curious and excited to be in the unfolding of it all.

In the face of my clear, fun intention, I've met with some resistance. Some of my regular readers have contacted me to let me know that they do not care for my new direction. Here are some samples of that sort of the feedback:

* Blogs suck, so much to read and click on etc. Why have people such a need to put all those words out there anyways?

* I am not connecting with the new format … and it is leaving me confused and feeling as if this is the end of my Drewsletter experience.

* I wish you wouldn’t change anything!

While I am grateful that people care enough to write me, as I read those messages all I could hear was John Lennon’s voice echoing in my head:

One thing I’ve learned is that when you’re move deeper into who you really are, you cannot expect that everyone around you will choose to continue walking beside you. Just like old friends that drift apart, as you evolve, sometimes there just is not much common ground any more. And that’s okay. It really is.

Other times when you take those first steps into being fully self-expressed (i.e., your true greatness), you remind the people around you that they are standing still in their lives. Do not be surprised if they react with frustration and anger and direct this toward you. But remember that’s about them, not you. And step forward.

When you work through the resistance and continue forward in the direction of your deepest knowing, the rewards are always grander than anything you can imagine.

Did I say two thousand a month?

Tip. Of. The. Iceberg.

When I was preparing to move into my new house, the realtor asked me what first thing I intended to change about the place. I replied that I would remove the carpet in the the great room and put down some sort of hardwood flooring.

Well I've been in my house for two years now and the old carpeting remains underfoot. It's brownish-gray (or maybe grayish-brown?), stained, and likely a breeding ground for all sorts of microscopic critters. On the plus side, the cats really seem to like to claw at it.

I entertained a guest at my home the other day and I was aware that I felt self-conscious about the carpeting as we sat in the living room. He spoke about how lovely the view was and I responded by digressing about home improvement projects and my intention to replace the carpet with hardwood flooring.

While it's been my intention to replace the carpeting, I have not taken any action besides collecting some samples over a year ago and placing the picture of a nice floor on my vision board. It's been bubbling up in my thoughts more and more and I've been thinking that I could use some of the proceeds from the sale of my parents house to fund the project.

The other evening before dinner I nested myself in the great room. I enjoyed the warmth of the wood stove, a good magazine, and a decent glass of red wine. Karin called me to the dining area and as I rose from my seat, I bumped the table that held my glass, and splattered red wine all over the carpet.

I noticed I had little reaction and just proceeded to try the ole carbonated water and table salt trick to prevent staining (BTW, I've heard white wine is great for taking out red wine stains. Fresh outta white wine though). At this point, I figured I had done all I could do, and went on with my evening.

I had forgotten about the incident unitl a moment ago when I walked past the deep crimson stain the size of a three-egg omelete.

Attraction requires action (and often money), so the "accident" of spilling the wine looks like it will be the catalyst  that leads to the creation of my new wood floor.

Yes, our desires often cost money and I estimate my new floor will be a several thousand dollars. But I believe that these events are the universe's way of organizing the details to move us toward our intentions.

On a related note, years ago I wanted a new car. I had done some looking around, but hadn't gotten serious because I did not have the money for such a purchase. One day after a snowstorm, I went to enter my vehicle that was parked on a side road. The entire driver's side had been struck and totaled. In a couple weeks, I had manifested the new car I had been intending.

When my car was totaled I made eight thousand dollars a year. Looking back, I clearly wanted to experience having more money in my life (but I felt clueless as to the "how" part). Buying my $10,000 Honda Accord made me stretch and upgrade my relationship with money to the point where I learned the essential lessons that continue to serve me well today.

I've noticed that it's really important not to judge incidents as "good" or "bad." Sometimes "bad" events like spilling wine on your carpet or having your car totaled are the perfect bridges to having your intentions manifest.

Having your intentions manifest requires you to recognize the opportunity in any situation, to take a stand for your desires (instead of your fears), and to follow through by taking action.