Little Pieces

This place, we call life, is made of an infinity of little pieces. At least that's how it seems, as we can really only put our focus on one thing at a time, no matter what kind of black belt masters degree one might have in multi-tasking. So how do I take the little pieces of this place and create a mosaic of my best life? Focus. It's all about the focus.

Focus + choice = my life.

Today I choose to focus that which I Am, my consciousness, on some of my little pieces of heaven:

-Remembering the first time I could hear the music as I played it. Magical.

-The feeling that comes in a moment of conscious expansion, epiphany, realization, Ah-Ha.

-Dancing 'til it hurts so good.

-Being the portal of the creative flow.

-Hearing the song you love, over and over and over and over again. Ok, I've been told, threatened actually, about that, but hey, it's a little piece of heaven for me.

-Being so happy, you cry.

-And, oh yes, one of the things I came to this planet for.....the chocolate :)~~~

Focus + choice = your life.

.....so what's a little piece of heaven like for you?

A Hot Bag of What?

I was thinking about what I call "the Pearl in the Bag of Poop." This refers to finding the gem of wisdom, the gift, epiphany, the Ah-Ha moment of any "problem". We've all had those moments when all we can do is look up in desperation and blurt out, "Whyyyy is this happening to me!?" Precisely the question.

I do believe if I don't get the gift out of the "bad situation" then that little pearl lovingly and patiently just moves along into another situation hoping I will find it there. And on and on it goes. This is the recipe for patterns in my life.

I then realized maybe there could be more than just one one.....hec, who knows how many pearls there could be in any one bag! I quickly decided that the bigger the "problem", the more and the bigger the pearls there are in it!

I can now see that this seems like no more than a logical deduction. But I have to tell you, when you find yourself holding a hot bag of stank, the gratitude that this little realization brings goes a long way.

It makes you want to get your hands dirty.

Beep! Beep! First Stop: The End

The law of attraction seemed straightforward enough for me to comprehend. I closed and squinted up my eyes, like a child making an enormous wish, and imagined the very things I wanted in all the magnificent detail I could muster up.

Voila! There's the four leaf clover I was trying to attract while testing my new manifestation wings. There it was, in a small basket on the counter of the book store, staring up at me in all it's laminated beauty. There you go!

That was over two years ago. So when the hec is George Clooney going to pull up in my new Lamborghini? I began to suspect I was missing something.

The body is undeniably a barometer. It melts into a peaceful relaxation when I think thoughts that serve me and contrarily stiffens and contorts when preceded by thoughts that do not serve me, or thoughts that are not true for me.

In addition, I now understand that the car, the house, the promotion, is not the thing one is really after. It's the feeling you'll feel from having those things. Big difference.

Ah Ha! My realization deduced that the magnetism that creates the actual magic of attraction is not so much in my painstakingly detailed head, but in my body.

I now begin at the end with identifying the feeling I want, say security, success, excitement, whatever. I formulate a thought that produces that feeling. Immediately I feel my body do the melting butter thing. Ahhh. Once my body holds that feeling, I'm magnetized. That's it. I've given myself the very thing I've longed for. The very thing I thought had to be gotten from manifesting George Clooney in my new Lamborghini. .....What a relief.

Pass Me The Roller

If I am a piece of Source energy, then my potential must go so far beyond the grasp of my thinking mind. My mind reasons it possible, being that tiny piece of the omnipotent Source, that it's well within my ability to have created my total life experience. This would include everything, everything in my experience here in this world. I am the projector.

It is my disassociation in finding a sense of self in the thinking mind that leads me to discover I am the Awareness behind it all. This of course makes all the difference between being unconscious in my world and being awake in it.

If I believe that I am even the tiniest spec of Source, or God, and that I am indeed the projector of all that I experience here, then this affords me the sense of the vastness of my potential. Being fully present in the moment will lead me to the best use of that potential.

I am the paint, the brush and the canvas. And I am painting my own pictures on this canvas of infinite possibilities.

Infinite Possibilities