Soooo you gotta friend that you think has lost all touch
with “reality” because they have their head in the clouds and indulge in Pollyanna, magical, positive thinking?.
Do you think they are “useless” because they don’t take the
world seriously?
Let me give you a perspective from a self proclaimed magical thinker...
First off I am intimately connected to pain and
suffering. I am well aware of all the
“boogie-man” scenarios out there in our world…I mean, seriously, you would have
to be in a complete coma to not have heard some bad news. World hunger, poverty, corrupt governments,
toxins, etc. it would seem man has
infinite ways in which to hurt each other.
I spent some time heralding the problems of the world. As I became more and more aware of OUT THERE
I became caught up in the field of energy that perpetrates this type of
paradigm.
A very classic example of not being able to see the forest
for the trees.
My point being that I GET IT! The world is sooooooo bad. Whatevs.
Secondly, being of an extreme empathic nature (Are You an Empath?), I pick up on
emotions around me. Then I "lovingly"
spread the wealth with the world. For an
astrological viewpoint see the Rock n Roll Prophetess video for Full Moon January
as she talks about Neptune and Chiron energies (Full Moon Forecast January 2014).
Dark. Muddy. Wallowing.
Yup.
What this means, in very simple, practical terms is-when I’m
around information, places, people that are exhibiting, talking about,
displaying doom, gloom, sadness, mayhem, chaos, injustice then I feel it in my
body and become part of the problem. I
start exhibiting my own doom, gloom, sadness, etc. in my demeanor, in my actions
and behaviors in my thoughts and in my feelings. The people around me, if they can stand it,
start mirroring my own behavior back to me.
The cycle is insidious.
My SOLUTION
Flip the mirror around.
If I focus and concentrate and surround myself with people
and an environment of what feels good to me (and this is subjective), then I
share my good feelings with others and a domino effect takes place. Also called the butterfly affect.
And this stuff is scientific not airy fairy.
You don’t have to take my word for it. Use your superior intellect and practical
superiority and go exploring and see what you come back with. What you find may surprise you!
There was a little girl who had a little curl…
Okay, so this is how it happens for me.
I find a place within myself – that means that I have a
conscious awareness that life extends beyond the practical physical
realty. I anchor myself in the knowledge
that I am okay and everything I experience is for my highest good. If I am perceiving it as negative then I
realize that is all it is – a perception.
At any moment I can choose to change my perception. This is a skill-set that requires practice.
Here is a personal example:
I entered the homelessness club last year.
As I walked across the Burnside Bridge to a destination I had
no knowledge of, I had to induce fortitude.
Not in my usual manner of head first aggression. I had to smile, and KNOW with a certainty in
my heart, that all would be well.
I admit I was crying.
I can be strong and still cry in the face of the unknown. I walked into the Salvation Army Female Emergency Shelter ( SAFES ), very anxious but resolved in my knowing that everything would
work out for my highest good.
I walked in, not knowing if I would have a bed, get a bed,
or even if one was available for the night. As I sat
in the day room, I looked around at the abject sadness and madness in the
room. My fear jumped into my throat and
tears fell silently down my face. I was
so alone. No one was there to hold my
hand. I had no one to call. The women in the day room around me were
tortured and wounded and offered me no smiles or encouragement in any way. Alone.
I could have given up at that point.
Given in to my sadness, lonesomeness, despair, and fear. I didn’t.
I sought my higher power and told myself over and over that
I was cared for and safe. Over and over
for two hours. At 11 am every morning,
the shelter announces if there are beds available. I was 65 on the wait list and they announced
they had 5 beds open. I kept my faith
even in that “reality”. I kept my
faith. I believed I would be okay. And sure enough, I got a bed that day. Number 33.
If I had chosen to look at the odds, the so called reality
and what was tangible in this situation, I never would have believed I would be
safe that night. But I BELIEVED. And I was rewarded for my faith. Despite my body’s fear, I was able to create
a safe space for myself within and, like MAGIC, my without provided a safe place
for me as well.
So yah, unicorns, fairies, magic, angels, they all exist for
me in some way. Somethings must be
believed to be seen.
I am seeing.
