A Shift in Consciousness

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Last night I woke up at 2:30am, worried about how I will pay my various bills.  Almost instantly, feelings of peace and happiness overrode and surrounded that anxiety.  I feel that I am going to create something and that I’m going to be ok.  This time, my creation will come from the peace and joy within me instead of the usual fear and desperation.  Therefore, it will be just right for me.  It will further my goals and be compatible with the ways in which I want to live and express myself.

I feel a shift.  Yesterday, I explained to a friend that we work for years on our swim stroke techniques or on developing a skill or craft.  We must have that same intent and perseverance in developing our consciousness.  Because we are infinite, there is no end to our evolution.  There’s always more to learn and further to expand in every way – energetically, physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

When I returned to swimming and bicycling after seven months in recovery from a broken foot, it was like starting over.  My ankles and muscles hurt.  I was exhausted.  I felt as though I was swimming through mud.  My coach would say, “Stop focusing on speed.  Focus on your technique.”  I remembered swimming with another coach who focused mostly on drills instead of straight lap swimming.  Her swimmers swam less mileage during workouts, but performed better in competition.  Boring and tiresome drills build muscle.  They strengthen your arms and legs, which build the ability to utilize correct form.  Proper stroke and body position propel you more swiftly with less effort.

Nine months later, “suddenly” I became faster.  That’s how I felt last night.  “Suddenly” I felt a shift in consciousness, like I know that things will work out.  I’m going to be able to keep my house, to pay my bills, and to move more concretely towards my goals.

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Searching For Meaning

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I had a dream that I lost my bicycle.  I was devastated.  When I woke up, I thought, “Am I going to lose my bike in real life?”  One side of my mind responded, “This is attachment.  You still have things to learn.  The dream is making you aware of a weak spot.”  My other side argued, “Why shouldn’t I want things?  That bike enables me to stay healthy, to exercise my body.  I’m so tired of dealing with loss.  It seems as though I’ve been dealing with loss my whole life.  What am I supposed to learn?  I’m tired of painful lessons.  I need clear guidance.  What am I supposed to do?  Why is this happening?  What is the point, the meaning?”

A few days earlier, I had a job interview.  I prepared well, dressed to impress, and left an hour and a half early.  Traffic was decent.  I arrived in the area with time to spare.  For some reason, I kept missing the correct exit and driving around in circles.  I called and asked for directions.  Drove with the receptionist on the phone and STILL could not get on the right road.  Arrived at the interview stressed, late, and had to run to the bathroom before I could speak properly to the HR person who greeted me.  Of course, I made a horrible impression and did not get the job.

After the bike dream, I asked additional questions. “Why didn’t I see the exit sign clearly?  Is something happening to me or do I simply have too much on my mind?  I’m not focused.  I’m thinking too much.  I don’t know.  I feel like a failure.  I’m incompetent.”  I know I’m supposed to wake up with the joyful expectation of a child, but I’m still upset about arriving late to the interview.  I decide to get up and meditate, even though clearly I’m not hearing God or my spirit guides.

After meditation, I played my praise music.  “The Great I Am” by Donnie McClurkin is an old school fast piano playing song.  I started jumping and dancing like one of the happy ladies in church.  I needed someone to come fan me.  Next came a really old before my time song, sung by a group of old men, Lee Williams & The Spiritual QC’s.  “So Good To Me” talked about being thankful for getting through the night ok, being able to stand on two good legs and walk, opening your eyes and being able to see, the little things that we take for granted.

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