affirmations........

When I was first introduced to idea of using affirmations to make my dreams come true, it sounded so simple.


All I had to do was consistently, parrot fashion, repeat a phrase which would magically make my life one worth living.


That simple, huh?


No.

Not really. Nothing much changed.

Then I was told that saying things like ~'all is well'~ meant that obviously all was not well and that by saying that it was well, was highlighting the lack of all-well-ness.



Mmmm - not simple at all. Complicated.




Then along came a new (to me) way of thinking.

Still using pretty much the same affirmations, but using them differently.


All is well in my world - and meaning it when I said it. Believing it and knowing it and trusting it and living it and allowing myself to see it and allowing others to see it.

Then I understood the difference.

We have all gone along to theatres to watch stage shows, or watched children in a school play, or sat in front of the television, watching whatever is being broadcast.

There is nothing more tedious than watching a wooden, unskilled person delivering lines directly from the script.

There is nothing more moving than an actor - an ACTOR - presenting his part according to the script - and taking you from laughter, to woe, to despair, to joy, to exhiliration as you watch him perform.

There is the difference. The actor gets you involved. Gets you feeling real emotions. Has you believing what you are watching.

That is how affirmations work. When, despite knowing 'what is', you believe the new image you are presenting to your brain. Despite the challenges you currently face, you KNOW that you are moving into the dream you are dreaming. FEELING the joy in the image you hold. KNOWING what it is like to love, to be loved, to be in awe of beauty and surrounded by abundance.

Get involved in your affirmations. Move yourself into that place of wonder and awe and excitement and joy about what you are creating for yourself.

Then watch the magic begin..........


and then share it with me, please.

True friends

Friends are those people who help us to unlock the power within us.

We may think that they are our strength - and perhaps for short periods of time, they are.

True friends are the ones who allow us to stand on our own two feet - and to lean on them when we are feeling less-than-strong.

They are the ones who love to see us succeed.

They are the ones who cheer every step we take.

They are the ones who stand by with the 'first-aid kit' when we travel down roads that challenge us and perhaps cause us heartache.

They celebrate us. They celebrate the friendship.

I salute my true friends.

I am all the better for knowing you and having you in my life.

Being complete

I want him to love me

I want him to need me

I want this to be different

I want to feel loved

I want to feel appreciated



YOU WANT WHAT??????

He fulfills me

He makes my life worth living

He is so awesome

He needs me to rescue him

He looks so hurt and sad and lost


STOP IT!



What kind of relationship will you have when it starts out with one of you thinking that the other needs rescuing, or fixing, or fulfilling ( in the sense that the person is incomplete without the other )

Where does that relationship then go? Once the other is fixed, rescued, completed....what then?

Let them go.

Start an awesome relationship - with yourSelf.

Love your Self

Fulfill your Self

And when you have done that ~ when you do not need  to be

Rescued

Fixed

Fulfilled

When you love the completeness of Who You Are -

Thats when you let someone in.

And then you grow together.

In Love

In Completeness

In Unison

Now, doesn't that sound like so much more fun?

Living Outside / The Box

On Wednesday afternoon, I was driving along the Main Road to collect my dad for his 6-month check up with the physician. It was a blustery day. Dust and litter rushed along the road at seemingly the same speed as my car.

In front of me, being swept along by the north wind, was a large cardboard box - it looked as if it had housed a large item like a washing machine. I drove carefully along behind it, as it was being blown from one side of the street to the other, and I was giving myself space and time to take avoiding action if the traffic coming towards me swerved to avoid the box.

Since it was a fairly quiet stretch of road at that time of day, there had been no need for concern. The box eventually got caught up in some bushes on the sidewalk.

The following day, at a staff meeting, I was hauled over the coals, so to speak ~ not a fun event at all. And after some introspection, I came to understand the bigger picture that was being painted for me. I was aware of how everything that happened in the process was all part of a bigger plan that was orchestrated in order for me to learn something valuable. Something that would help me along my path towards being a more integrated person.

What I found most fascinating is that as I learn and understand the Universe better, and allow the LOA to work in my life, I creep further and further away from the type of box that society loves to put people in. I stepped out of the box some years ago, but the darned thing was still hanging around, in case I ever wanted to climb back inside.

Until Wednesday.

I did not realise at the time, but that  box flying along the road was the box that had been around me for so long. I did not understand that it was my own box I was seeing. I certainly did not see the significance of it. It was, to me, just a random box being blown along a random path.

My box is gone. I cannot even think of climbing back into it. I have a suspicion that perhaps someone else lives in it now. And they are most welcome to use it, for as long as it serves them,

Now I am free to be me. Just me. No pre-formed shape for me to fit into. No container to trap me and stunt my growth. No cardboard creation aimed at keeping some things in, and other things out.

Just me. That is enough. And so it is.

~Alison~

Forgive Forget / Forgiven Forgotten

I came across an issue today that made me realise that I am struggling to forgive someone and to forget the disrespect with which they have treated me in the past.

And the way I have dealt with this is in an entirely immature fashion - I have disrespected in return. I know it. I have done it consciously and I am not proud of this part of me.

I am struggling with this. I am still so hurt and angry that I want to stamp my feet and demand attention and throw things and hit someone and., - well, you get the two year old tantrum idea.

But I am not two years old. I am not proud of this aspect of myself. And it is robbing me of beauty and joy and love and respect.

So bear with me whilst I think about this all. Because today I discovered that when I am able to stop judging myself and others, I can let the concept of forgive and forget to float away. The powerful tools that they seem to be right now will be meaningless.

I understand that this issue is a power struggle within me - the other person does not care - at least openly anyway. And how that person feels is of no consequence. This is all about me.

How do I move forward from here. If I was the coach - what would I say to my client? What question would the client need to hear?

So let us play a game - since immaturity is the issue! 

Oh my hat - I hit the nail on the head with the first question - and got the answer. Immaturity is the issue. Not forgiving the person, not forgiving myself, Not forgetting. Immaturity.

I am now going to be coach and client; I am playing a game, remember?

In order for you to grow up, what do you think you need to do? 

I need to pack away the toys and find an adult way of moving on.

Tell me more?

Well, the game is all about tit for tat. And what I want to do is to rise above that. Because I have always known that this issue is such a huge one for me, and until I deal with it, I am stuck, So I think I have avoided it because of it's enormity. It is because I was so badly treated and that person will never admit it. And what is keeping me stuck is knowing that he will never admit it - and the child in me wants a sense of justice. Which is just not ever going to happen.

Alison, I am noticing that you seem keen to move forward with a sense of being grown up and mature around this issue. What I am also noticing is that you seem to have thought this all out in a very mature and adult way. You have acknowledged the importance of the issue and the impact it will have in your life if you can find the solution. So imagine for a moment, how it will be if you can take on the mantle of maturity and leave this 'childishness' behind. Tell me about it.

The main benefit will be allowing myself to put aside the armour and weapons I have to carry around all day at work. I can then just be me. I can stop being a victim. I can climb to the top of the hill, breathe, and allow my light to shine through. Taking off that armour will be like releasing myself from the past. I know that I will be doing myself a favour, because it is exhausting to be on the defensive and the offensive all the time. It is keeping me stuck. Some years ago I went to a castle in Scotland where they had some medieval armour on display. We were allowed to lift the helmet and put it on our head. I got an instant headache from the weight of it and the sense of suffocation. Which reminds me that I have been getting so many headaches recently.

Alison, what else can you tell me about being mature in this situation?

What I can tell you is that I cannot play this game any longer - no-one knows what the rules are. No-one cares who wins. There is no life supportive result to be had. And I believe that if something is not life-supportive, then it is life-destructive. And I cannot let that be my theme tune.

And what else can you tell me about being more mature here? What do you have to do tomorrow when you go in to work, that is different from what you have done in the past?

Gosh, that is a hard question to answer, because as soon as I start thinking about it, I get this feeling of anxiety. 

Tell me what is so hard about this for you?

It is about being at peace with being rejected. It is about finding it OK to have not had the support from the bosses that I had craved. It is about not feeling valued and valuable at work.It feels as if it is a reflection of my early life, Which of course it is - hence the infantile behaviour.

I am understanding that for as long as I await recognition and validity from somewhere other than me, I am lost. I am beginning to feel that it is ok to want the validation, as long as I understand that giving it to myself is what is really powerful. 

I have to see ME. I have to respect ME. I have to love ME. Nothing is more important than that. Because unless I can see, respect and love me, I am of no real use to myself or anyone else. And then I have ducked the whole reason for being on the planet in the first place. Because I believe I came here to have fun. And for me, being in defence / attack mode is not fun. It may be for others. That is their journey. But it is not fun for me.

The next time you go into the office again, what will be different?

The difference will be in my frame of mind. I can choose to be a credit to myself - instead of how it has been for some time.

And how will your different frame of mind manifest? What difference will others see?

That for me is not the important thing. For me it is important that I feel good about myself and how I live my life. Since I consider these things to be important, I need to stop and think whenever I am tempted to go back into old behaviour. So perhaps a good plan would be to write a word that prompts me each time I see it. Perhaps I can choose the word 'new'. Because it is a new day, a new way of being, or a way of being me, more of the time! And what works well for me is change - so I will rearrange my office - as a reminder that things do not always have to stagnate and fester!

If there is another question you would need to answer now,what would that question be?

I suppose the question would be something to do with how this change will benefit me?

How will this change benefit you?

I will be more fully me, whatever that means. I will have found a way to go one more step in the direction of my more integrated life. And I have a sense that this is a little bigger than just being different at work. There is a sense of this being a small but integral part of the whole puzzle.

What else do you want to say?

Just that I need to sleep and rest and allow all this new information to sink into the cells in my body. And that I will remember to feel good - all the time - no matter what. It is why I am here. Thank you

Taking oneself into the Vortex

Last year, a friend of mine, a well known figure in the esoteric field, started a new business. She was making herself more readily available to the man in the street, for those who had questions that needed answers. Who am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose? What happens when we die? Can my departed loved one talk to me? What does it mean when I see ~ hear ~ feel things? The kind of questions that are often not satisfactorily answered in our places of worship, our families, our communities. Perhaps because we have for so long divorced ourselves from all that is 'not pretty' in life. We prefer clean, clear, sanitized.

And then she took her own life. Leaving behind loved ones. Little ones.

Which left me with an awful lot of questions - and I was only a friend. No doubt the inner circle of her life, her family, had as many and more questions that may be left unanswered in this lifetime.


When I first became interested in the metaphysical world, I did as much reading as I could. And one of the first things I remember is learning about death, and the way we die. And what that means to us as spiritual or energetic beings. Essentially, it does not matter how we pass. It is merely part of the journey of the Soul - the how is not important. Only the timing is relevant - to the Soul - and no matter when or how we pass, it will be in the perfect time.

It is the same as being born. It is of no consequence whether one is born in a barn or 5 star hospital. It does not matter whether the birth is a natural one, or a surgical intervention. The hows, the whys and the wherefores are irrelevant. It matters only that the Soul arrives here. And will always do so in the perfect moment.

We cannot get it wrong.

Awake and Aware - Conscious

Once upon a time, very long ago, I was young.


And like all good young children, I was dragged off to church each week - so that I could become an even better good girl.

The whole church thing was great - I had friends there. We watched movies there on a Saturday afternoon. Each year, as a fundraiser, the lucky ones got to be in the play or pantomime that was presented. I was usually one of the lucky ones.

But I also had to go to the service each week. That was not too bad. We sang lovely songs, prayed a lot and squirmed when we got bored with the hell and damnation stuff that came from the pulpit.

Then I got a little older. And I began to wonder why I was missing out on what evidently was the best part of the deal. Where was all this amazing grace and answers to prayers? Somehow I did not seem to be on the list of recipients. I closed my eyes during prayers, hands clasped firmly together. I even scrunched up my eyes so that no light would get in to distract me. Nothing. No deep booming voices in my head to assure me that I was being good and getting better at it. Certainly no extra pocket money arrived, although I think I did make the connection with there being not much money in the household in the first place.

So I prayed harder, sang louder in the choir, joined the Youth for Christ movement, did the whole thing. Even signed up for the In magazine - anyone remember that? The brainchild of Frank Retief, the minister at a local church - not the one I attended, but you do what you can when you feel you are missing out on something. Zip. Nada. Nothing.

Aha, I thought - best I get confirmed and become part of the adult section of the Church - that will really get God's attention. I even tried to not really like the musical LP Jesus Christ Superstar - because it was a banned album in this country, so perhaps God would not want me to enjoy it. Still no indication that I was being noticed at all.

So I gave up. Played the socially conditioned game of being there week after week. Knowing that it was a waste of my time - perhaps God's as well, but who would know?

Years went by, agonising years of not being fully comfortable for turning my back on God. Some of the brainwashing had worked, so it was not an easy thing for me to walk away. But I managed to convince myself that firstly we are born, we live through whatever good or bad life we were issued, and then we die. Then definitely zip, nada, nothing. Dead is dead - come to terms with it and get on with doing stuff before it happened. Worms ate you. End of the road. Circle of life - first you eat a meal, then you become the meal. That was the sage advice I offered to anyone who would listen - and especially to those who thought my Soul should be saved.

Fast forward a decade or so - and I woke up! At long last. Day by day, I wake up even more. I thought I understood everything - and each day I learn another little piece of the big picture. I constantly have to revise and redefine and refine what I believe, because each little event, each interaction I have, each thought that I think, gives me more to think about and gives me greater clarity.

Life is not all about 'this' being right and 'that' being wrong. It has much more life to it - if you will pardon the pun. It is more fluid, more open to interpretation and more organic. It is not just one thing. It has no beginning and no end. And since the Universe expands exponentially, so does our capacity to understand it. If we so choose.

I choose to allow my understanding to increase each day.

I am so grateful that I woke up. I have seen others wake up, the most magical event imaginable - the moment when the lights start going on inside their minds - it glows from every cell in their body. Who could not love watching that process?

Each and every day now, I get to experience the grace and beauty and majesty I so craved as a child. And I consider myself to be so blessed to have found the answer to all those heartfelt prayers. God had answered - but I did not have the eyes to see or the ears to hear. Answers came...in their own good time - when I was ready to listen.