Have you ever noticed that anything and everything you ever felt certain that you would create somehow, someway showed up in your life (and often in a way that you never could have planned out)?
The key is that certainty part. Getting aligned vibrationally with what it is that you desire. Now “vibrationally” is a funny word, but it’s a critical part of the process. What it means is that you must practice FEELING as though your desire is already in your experience. You must be a vibrational match for whatever it is that you desire.
For example, you cannot expect to wealthy if you feel poor all the time. You cannot expect to be thin and fit if you feel fat all the time. And what if you are poor, you say? Or fat? Or poor and fat?
You need to make it up.
You need to leave the reality of what you do not want anymore and begin to tell the story and connect to the feeling place of being rich and thin. Without connecting to those feelings, you cannot expect anything to shift in your life. (This is why affirmations — simply writing down “I am thin and weathly” — over and over does not work. If you don’t believe it, there is no juice to create it.)
A powerful way to shift your focus is to write a new story. Literally. You are the author. Write the script. Whatever your desire. But Write. It. Down.
Have fun with it! (that’s the only way to become a vibrational match, right?)
After a cup of coffee, I sat and began dreaming about my desires. Here’s a script that popped into mind.
As I woke, I lay in bed watching the orange and pink glow of the sky backlighting the mountains. I knew this morning sky well and it was one of my favorites. A fantastic light show to start my day, made just for me to connect my mind to the feeling of appreciation. There is no better way to start the day. In a few moments, the sky gives birth to the yellow sun, filling the room with light and energy.
I rise from bed, careful not to wake anyone and walk to the window. The snow that began falling last night is now piled high. The sun begins to sparkle off the clusters of flakes like millions of diamonds. The feeling of anticipation flows through my blood.
The coffee is ready (love those timers) and I sit for a few moments in the quiet, just basking in the loveliness of the mountain view bathed in new light. From my spot on the couch, I can see that the lifts are not running yet, but they will be soon.
I get dressed and head to the (heated) garage. My truck is already packed and ready to take me the short distance to the mountain. I navigate through the snowy roads easily and crank some tunes on the kickin’ soundsystem. On the way, I pop into my favorite diner for an egg sandwich to give me some fuel. The daily paper is on the counter and I snag the sports section for some light entertainment. After a tasty breakfast I head to the mountain.
I slip the truck into what I call “my space.” It’s one of the closest to the lodge and somehow, someway it’s always waiting for me. In a few minutes, I am dressed in my ski gear (all of which are tops in performance and look cool) and head to the gondola.
The mountain is still quiet this early in the day. Few people have a home a close as we do and the new snow will slow them down some. On the ride up the mountain I say hello to some fellow skiers and borders. Everyone is excited to make some tracks on the fresh snow. The sun continues to burn off any residual clouds from the night before. Today will be a “bluebird” day and the views extend for many, many miles.
I wish everyone a great day and snap on my skis at the top of the mountain. I know right where I am going — the same hidden stash I hit every morning after a new snowfall. I make my way to the spot where I will make my descent.
I take a deep breath of the mountain air, filling my lungs. I look out at the expansive view in front of me. I’m on top of the world, literally. It’s a new day. A powder day. And it’s all mine.
I’ll be meeting a friend later in the day to share the joy, but for now it’s just me and the mountain.
I breathe out and point my skis down the mountain.
It feels like I am surfing on the clouds.