A reader asked recently:
“And if your own life is not exactly as you yourself wish it all of the time, what impels you to believe that you can help anyone else ‘create’ their personal reality?” ~ Curious
Dear Curious,
Good question.
I have thought a lot about how much to tell of what I have created. But you are right… if I haven’t done it how could I effectively teach others to do it for themselves?
I came from a very working class family. Money was always a struggle. My father had a ninth grade education and although my mother did graduate from high school, our family struggled. And joy wasn’t exactly abundant. When I came upon the idea that we create our realities, I was still struggling and still mired in self-pity, hopelessness and helplessness.
At first I wasn’t very good at conscious creating. I created little things but not much else. What the concept of conscious creation and my spiritual growth did do, however, was help me take a long hard look at my life, and figure out what I wanted, instead of what other people (and society) wanted for me.
I let go of a lot of what I didn’t want in my life before I began to discover what I did want. It wasn’t long after that I began to get the hang of conscious creation. I worked diligently at creating my dream. I tackled one area of life, and then another, and another and another, until, finally, I had a life I loved.
My life now is most people’s wildest fantasy:
• We have two homes. One is on the ocean in the Bahamas, and one is on a mountainside overlooking Boulder,Colorado.
• Five years ago I had never had a passport. Today my passport is so full I have to send it in soon to have more pages added.
• We travel in private jets and sail the world in our home away from homes.
• I started a business in my spare bedroom with $25 and grew it into a $5 million company.
• I married the love of my life not too long ago in Fiji.
• Together we have 9 children and 10 grandchildren and I have created freedom, peace, compassionate detachment and joy around all of my relationships (having had my share of challenges with children).
• I am transitioning into my current joy professionally – writing and speaking about conscious creation.
• I am in great health.
• But most importantly, I am happy. Truly, seriously, delightfully, deliciously happy.
And that is the best part of my life. I have learned, no matter what, that happiness really is not dependent upon what I have or don’t have. My happiness is my choice. And the absolutely coolest part about getting good at conscious creation, is the ‘trappings’ of life – the money, success, opportunities, etc come naturally if you allow them to, once you have the happiness piece down.
But alas, you didn’t ask how I did it only what leads me to believe I can help others. Well, I didn’t just happen upon this life. I set out very consciously to create a life I loved. I broke it down, step by step, piece by piece, and ferreted out what wasn’t working in my energy field and shifted it. And my life shifted – time after time after time. I think people might find what I learned makes their journey easier.”But don’t take my word for it. Visit take a look at the “Praise” section, the “Reader Feedback” and the “Inspire” page.
However, is my life “exactly as you yourself wish it all of the time”? Hell no! And I hope it never is for long. Why?
Because when I stop having new dreams it is time to leave the planet. By nature, human beings need to dream. And quite honestly, until this world is one I’m proud to call home, there is still work to be done.
Also, (dammit) I’m human. I’m going to screw up. I screw up often. And when we screw up sometimes we mis-create. So if you are looking for the perfect teacher who never has a bad day… I suggest you look elsewhere. You won’t find her here.
But if you’re looking for a friend to hold the lantern of absolutely certainly that you too, can create a life you love, because she proved the concept in her own life (albeit not perfectly), glad to meet you friend (learner, doer, teacher).
In joyous creation,
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