In my last
post, I mentioned that we have the power to attract what we truly desire in
life by attracting the people, events, and circumstances that lead us to the
fulfillment of those desires. And that is generally the way it works. We are led to what we want . . . like following
the flow of a stream to eventually reach our dream.
Sometimes,
however, it works the other way around. What we want comes to us. We don’t have
to follow the flow anywhere, or do much of anything. What we want just shows up
on our doorstep—sometimes, quite literally. That is rare, of course, but it
happens. And I’ll never forget one particular time it happened to me:
When Carol
and I were first dating, we lived in two separate apartment complexes just
north of Dallas, Texas. One night, Carol came over to my apartment to cook me a
spaghetti dinner. She brought a loaf of French bread with her, and she asked me
if I had a bread knife. I responded by asking her why she brought French bread,
since we were having spaghetti. Shouldn’t she have brought Italian bread, instead? Silence ensued. Okay. Bad joke. So I
answered her question. “No, I don’t have a bread knife. But I have a set of
Ginsu knives. As seen on TV, those things will cut anything!”
Not so. You
know what a Ginsu knife can’t cut?
Bread! No matter how carefully I tried to slice it, the bread would only shred
and tear and rip into jagged little pieces. “You really need a bread knife,”
Carol said. And I agreed. I did, indeed, need a bread knife. Which reminded me
of something else that was needed, too—something we both needed, in fact.
You see, at
the time, Carol and I were spending one or two evenings a week visiting her
mother, who lived in a nearby nursing home. The problem was, there was only one
easy chair in her mother’s room, which meant at least one of us would end up
sitting on the side of her mother’s bed. So while we were on the subject of
needing things, I said to Carol, “You know else we need? A couple of chairs to
sit on when we visit your mother.”
That’s all
I said, and Carol agreed. But there was a little more to it than that. Because
when I said “chairs” I was actually envisioning something very specific.
Ideally, I wanted two straight-back, cherry wood chairs with red-and-green upholstered
seats, so they would match the other furnishings in her mother’s room—namely,
the cherry wood chest-of-drawers, and the red-and-green drapes and bedspread. (For
a man, I am very decorator-oriented.)
This
conversation occurred around 8 o’clock on a Friday night. Afterwards, Carol and
I enjoyed our dinner of spaghetti and shredded bread, watched a little TV, and then
Carol went home.
The next
morning I woke up, looked out the window, and was greeted by a strange sight.
Someone’s possessions were scattered all over the greenbelt between my
apartment building and the next one, and there were a lot of people milling
around and looking through it all.
I quickly
threw on some clothes and went outside to see what was going on. I was told that
a man in a nearby apartment had to be forcibly evicted. He had been given many
months to pay his rent, but never did. Finally, the police were called to
escort him from his unit, and everything he owned was removed and placed
outside. That’s how forcible evictions work, I learned.
I felt bad
for the man, and asked if there was anything I could do to help this person
gather up his stuff and move it someplace. “No, he’s already gone,” a neighbor
explained. “He rented a truck early this morning, loaded it up with everything
he wanted to keep, and drove away.”
“If you
really want to help,” this person continued, “you should look around and see if
there is anything here you want or need, and take it. In fact, you would be
doing the office staff a big a favor. They would love it if everything out here
was gone by the end of the day, so they won’t have to haul it off themselves.”
“No
problem,” I replied. “I’ll be happy to look around.” So I did, and I quickly
spotted a few things I could use, including two things in particular. You know
what’s coming next, right? You guessed it. Only 12 hours after deciding I
needed a bread knife and two straight-back, cherry wood chairs with
red-and-green upholstered seats, there they were . . . laying in the grass
right next to my apartment. Amazing! Absolutely amazing!
Friends, that
was not the first time in my life I manifested something that specific. It was
not the first time I manifested something that quickly, either. It wasn’t even
the first time that what I desired virtually showed up on my doorstep. It was, however, the first time all three
of those things happened together.
Wouldn’t it
be nice if the manifestation process was always that quick and easy? You might
think so, sure. But as I have pointed out in prior posts, there can also be a
great deal of satisfaction in patiently following the flow to the fulfillment
of your desire, instead of just having it instantly appear. Either way, the
experience can be just as miraculous and just as joyful.
Whether your
desire is fulfilled overnight, or over time, here’s to staying present in the
process and appreciating every single moment of it.
Steven
© 2014 by
Steven Lane Taylor
Steven Lane
Taylor, LLC
1 comment:
I just LOVE this story! And so needed to read this today. I am "wandering" a bit as author/writer these days. Not sure what my next move will be but this post causes me to look at all the tweets and such that come my way with a more critical, expectant eye! And to visualize the things that I want like I used to. Thanks, Steve!
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