The physics of giving

In my last blog article, The power in putting it out there, you were witness to the gift of furniture flashflooding into our lives. It’s the only way I can think to describe the process. One day you wake up, hours later you are bestowed a gift (multiple gifts!) beyond your most vivid imagination.

That has happened to us often of late. In the book The World Is Freaky Beautiful, we experienced a series of gifts so startling that our lives are forever changed for it.

It makes me think this gifting happens all the time. We lose track of the flow of gifts into our lives in the same way we lose track of moments of laughter — there are that many.

There’s a juicy Newtonian nature to gift giving. In physics, something that is in motion will stay in motion until it is acted upon by another force. It is the same with the flow of gifts! Hand me down gifts go on and on. One gift inspires another.

Go back to our furniture gift. Paul gave us multiple pieces of furniture that fit our new lives so perfectly it was if they’d been ordered from a catalog. Upon receiving that furniture, we now had furniture we in turn wished to give someone.

It turns out those couches were perfect for Kris, who works with us. But it doesn’t stop there. Kris, who was in possession of our old HemingStone couches (from when we were downsizing a couple of years back!), brought those couches outside to dispose of — and neighbors fell in love with them. The last he saw of them they were being carted away to a new home, their fourth in twelve years by my count.

You can only surmise the neighbors gave away some things too. You see how this flow goes on. The only force that can stop the motion is self-absorption — to receive a gift and not continue the flow by imparting another, no matter how small. 

Self-absorption is the black hole of life. What goes in doesn’t come back out. Nothing comes back out.

Now here’s the beautiful thing! The giver who starts a giving chain has opened up space to receive. My brother, who is one of the greatest givers I know, also receives in great magnitude.

Think of it this way, a gift is a giving wind. When you bestow a gift it is as if you’ve set up a small fan blowing the giving wind in the direction of the person you gifted. One who ceaselessly gives has dozens, hundreds of fans pointing out to others. This only serves to draw more of the giving wind through that giver’s life. With the drawing power of all these wind currents combined, you can imagine the volume flowing through his or her life now.

And then, in turn, each of these others receives that giving wind and passes it on in some fashion, through another gift, a kindness, a service to another. Our life is this, an amplification — or not — of the giving current.


The power in putting it out there

It was not more than a month ago that Ann and I sat in our home, contemplating what would stay and what would go. We’ve been here for almost a year, though it only seems minutes ago that we’ve relaxed into it — there was that much rehab going on.

So there we were contemplating some wheezingly old couches that didn’t fit the new home.

Ann had been looking on Craigslist for suitable replacements until I put the kabosh on the enterprise. In our current comeback mode the only ideal price was zero, and she hadn’t been able to find people advertising that low, nor even in the region of that low.

We had quite a list:

1. Replacement sofas or sectional for the living room

2. Daybed for my office so it could double as a guest room (and a nifty meditation-visualization-ooom-chack-a-lacka-boom spot)

3. Chest of drawers for Zane

4. Couch for play area for kids

5. Oh, and if we were to have our dream wish list, a couple extra lounge chairs outside for guests . . . .

Putting it out there
“We’ll just have to put it out there that what we need will somehow come for free,” I said.

Whoa, did I receive blowback! In Ann’s defense, only she had been looking at what was available out there for weeks on end. And she hadn’t once seen free listed as a price. In fact, everything was $500 to $1,000 or more per piece, and none of that was even close to what we’d pictured in our minds.

After she cooled somewhat — in that slow way lava cools — I repeated that I was going to put it out there. She agreed, and we let it drop.

Oh, Ann in her soft way may have mocked me. . . but we let it drop.

A decade ago we had a client offload two-year-old couches to us when they updated again — so I let a situation like that play in my head.

(Our pet name for that old set was HemingStone . . . the structural support for the furniture was from the largest bamboo we’d ever seen. We had no idea bamboo could grow so thick in circumference, so dense. When you gazed upon the furniture it seemed to have come from an unholy union between Ernest Hemingway and Fred Flintstone . . . .)

Maybe it could happen again times five . . . five clients offloading various pieces of furniture might seem unlikely when it had only happened once in my lifetime(!) . . . . But hey, what else are daydreams for if not to dream the unlikely.

Ann stopped looking incessantly and we went on with life.

Flash forward to today. Our home got a makeover last week, compliments of a friend of ours who was downsizing considerably. We were at breakfast one day when he asked if we could use any extra furniture. A couple hours later I was at Paul’s home, witnessing something extraordinary come through him.

For fun, let’s review the list:

1. Replacement sofas or sectional for the living room

There was an exquisite sectional for the living room!

Note: Ours was 20-plus-years old, was previously owned, and experienced much duress at the hands of kids and dogs.
Paul’s sofa was 20-plus-years old too — but had been owned by a single, petless, meticulous man. It was so youthful in appearance it could have starred in a skin-cream ad.

2. Daybed for my office so it could double as a guest room (and a nifty meditation-visualization-ooom-chack-a-lacka-boom spot)

There’s a smart-looking sleeper sofa in there now. It looks like an office suite — and can double as a much-needed guest room!

3. Chest of drawers for Zane

Yep, can you believe it!? 

4. Couch for play area for kids

Nope. Apparently this item is coming later. Insert smiley emoticon here, baby.

5. Oh, and if we were to have our dream wish list, a couple extra lounge chairs outside for guests . . . .

Not only this, but also an additional five-piece outdoor table set too.

I imagine this is the partial checklist for a successful putting it out there:

  • We’d been fantasizing about the possibilities, playfully — check
  • One of us desperately wanted it (Ann) — check
  • Another of us believed it could drop from the skies, manna like — check.

Why close off any possibilities, ever? History and your own experience prove that the seemingly impossible, the possibly unlikely, and the probably won’t happen happen all the time.

Accept it, this playground in Creation is mysteriously, inexplicably, freakishly beautiful.


Resources beyond understanding

What encourages me in darkish moments is this: That we have resources beyond our understanding.

All spirituality and a major category within any bookstore attest to it (self-help/personal development/human potential).

We hear stories all the time about surprising resolutions for the beleaguered.

If it’s true for one human, then it can be true for all.

Imagine you’re a mosquito. With your evolutionarily perfect proboscis you’re able to tap a rich vein and summon just about everything you need.

So can we. Evolutionarily complex, we can tap into the sustaining resource a thousand thousand ways.

You can:

create  (art, commerce, meaning . . .)
serve  (others, the world, Spirit . . . )
love  (yourself, all, the one you’re with . . . )
join  (in, a cause, together . . . )
move  (dance, run, yoga . . .)
express  (write, sing, play . . .)

The simplest is silence.

I forget this in darkish moments.

I forget to go silent, to go within.

When I remember I’ll begin the silence and — if especially wired — beg off. Almost anything will serve for quitting being silent with my self when I’m tension charged.

When I guide myself back into the silence — reverently — soothingly — long, deep initial breaths — letting go of thoughts and muscles and must-dos — and nestle there in the pregnant void — I am surprised at the rejuvenation. Though I shouldn’t be, it’s unfailing.

There’s a point in the silence where you float through Alpha into the slipstream of Theta, you’ve gone so deep it’s as if you’re being breathed by All.

It’s the drop-off point where you relinquish conscious awareness. You’re still aware, but instead of thinking you’re the pilot you acquiesce into the passenger. If you weren’t sitting upright you’d swear later you were napping.

That is one sweet spot.

I need only touch that zone for but a moment and I know the world is new again. It was always new again, always. I’d simply oppressed my ability to (always) see it with new eyes.

The world is always new again.

What the caterpillar wants is quite different from what the butterfly wants.

~ Michael Bernard Beckwith, Life Visioning

When I come out of the silence what is important has changed. I want to remain aloft, connected.

Connected, you find yourself compelled to:


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Possibility game: Six degrees of destination

Are you feeling stuck on your forward progress in a vital area?

Here’s a playful concept to help you minimize the distance between where you’re at and where you want to be: The Six Degrees of Destination game.

The thrust of this game is to get you loosey goosey again, so you’re approaching your desire with a flexible mind.

You’re likely familiar with the Six Degrees of Separation meme, that we’re all connected to someone else by six or fewer people. Choose anyone in the world — a geisha in Japan (this is for you Gil), a masseur on the Riviera (for you T-chele) — and there are no more than five acquaintance relationships between you.

In The Tipping Point Malcolm Gladwell describes in detail the clever experiment that brought this concept to life.

(A study conducted by Stanley Milgram asked 160 students in Nebraska to each forward a letter to an individual in Boston. The rules were simple: they were to send their letter to anyone they were acquainted with who might be able to forward it to someone else, and ultimately get the letter to its destination. The number of contacts to get each letter to its destination averaged close to six, hence the name for the phenomenon: Six Degrees of Separation.)

Like the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game, where you seek to get to any other actor in the film/TV universe via the starting point of Kevin Bacon — in six or under associations — the Six Degrees of Destination game requires a starting point: You, where you’re at right now.

If at home, all you need is paper and pencil. If at the office, start up your whiteboards. Or play it in your daydreamy head — it’s all about opening your mind to the possibilities.

In transit can be an ideal setting — I had fun with this today on a long drive. Your mind is already more relaxed there — it’s where you’re accustomed to letting your thoughts roam like buffalo on the open plains.

You play the game like this:

Assume there’s only six major steps separating you from your desired destination . . . What might they be? What feels good for you to act upon? What steps do you want to turn over to Providence (commonly referred to as the Universe now!)?

To play, throw out possible ways you can get to something you want in life.

Include the likely and unlikely. It’s soooo important to include the oddball, because that is the way so very many desires come to fruition. A good example is coming this week in a post on this site: The power in putting it out there.

The Six Degrees of Destination game is best if played quickly — five minutes max — and often. Every time you begin to feel ajeda about blocked progress.

The purpose is not only to open your mind to possibilities that you can act upon, but to also allow for the magic of the Universe (Providence!) to operate. As we all know, optimal operation occurs with a believing mind.

So let’s say you’re seeking that partner in your life. You’re ready for that complement to your own zesty self to arrive. You start where you’re at. Where might this fellow come from?

Since ultimately there’s no separation from you and your desire, it’s best and most enjoyable to leap to the destination point. You and your guy are together. How does that feel? Natural and normal and enjoyable, as you knew it would. Thrilling, flirty, supporting, just right? You define it, so make it worthy fun.

From that point, play backwards . . . . Hmmm, what are six ways we could’ve met?

1. Went to a friend’s house for an event and there he was, hanging out.

2. You signed up for that Pilates class and he was there — better yet, he was the instructor. Better again, he was somebody you’d met before and you fall into an easy, breezy conversation that doesn’t feel complete by the time you reach your car after class . . . you grab a quick bite . . . and one thing leads to another leads to nuptials. This one moved pretty fast — so what? — so did some World War II romances that lasted a lifetime.

3. It feels awkward but you finally sign up for that online dating service, and after five frogs, the sixth is a prince . . . 

4. You participate in a charity walk-a-thon and on the walk you encounter three relaxed and frolicsome guys who share your commitment to the cause . . . now you’ve got to choose between them (or do you?, you scamp).

5. You go to a friend’s house of worship and there he is, looking a little too sexy rascal for synagogue . . . so you sidle up and ask him what in the hell he’s doing there? Though you tame your language for the venue . . .

6. You take a class . . . you go to a singles event . . . you are standing in line at the supermarket and you reach for the same magazine — and neither of you let go, a tug-of-war ensues . . . you break down on the highway and some cowboy, not your type, stops to help, turns out he could be your type . . . you decide to smile at everyone and some senior citizen introduces you to his son, after he realizes you’re not interested in him . . . you are lost in your thoughts at a cafe and stretch out a bit to enjoy the sun while you’re reading; he trips over you on his way to his table . . . 

Let’s pick another subject — since this feels more like a one-step process so far: Meet the dude and the rest is history.

Let’s say you’re aching for better employment, something that taps into your rich vein of personal attributes. Again, you’re where you’re at — enjoy that place, it’s meaningful. Then leap to the end and frivolously let ‘er rip. You’re in some ideal job — you don’t even know for sure what it is — but it feels good, feels right, uh hunh!

Let’s play:

1. You go to the library because you want to research possibilities — yes you can do it online, but something is tugging you there.

2. Who knew the library had all these cool magazines and videos — forget research, let’s just grab some items that call out to you and go home. It’s been a taxing morning.

3. On your way through the parking lot you almost get hit by a car turning a corner in the parking lot.

4. Turns out it’s a nice almost-run-you-overer. She pulls over and apologizes and then asks sweetly what you were doing at the library anyway? And you say, oh I’m looking for my optimal job . . . You both talk awhile . . . and she says, we’re hiring in my office, why don’t you stop by on Monday.

5. There you are, hired for some cool position you’re not even sure you can handle — for more money a month than your Dad made in a year when you were born. (Of course that was different money then . . . . Nevertheless!)

And look at you. I’m so proud. You did it in under six moves. Nice playing for today. Quit while you’re ahead. Play again tomorrow if you haven’t almost been run over by a nice connector sent by You Know Who . . . What . . . Who . . .

So many possibilities for anything. Isn’t the hardest and easiest work just to accept it in your mind?  

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Speaking to your Power: This one’s for you

Today I speak this right through you into your Power:

You are gifted —

You have what you seek —

You are fleet of mind —

You rise up as needed, you rally —

You have Spirit coursing through your veins —

You seep goodness out into the world even when you don’t know that you do — especially when you don’t know that you do

You are capable —

You are ready —

You have what you need — listen

You are a marvel in time and space and vibrating, alive matter —

You —

You sling soul with the best of them —

Love you —

Bless you —

Thrive you —

Awesome you —

You sing, you float, you ripple the world with your thoughts —

With your actions —

With your soul self engaged —

You rock —

You spin —

You whirl —

You do you to perfection– all else is icing on the cake of you

You . . . are a gift —

Thank you — for spilling your You-ness around —


Expounding upon your genius

Just in case you haven’t done so lately, let me expound upon your genius. Really, all one has to do is bring three elements into alignment, and genius abounds.

I’m not going to be talking about genius so much in its current-day usage, though it applies, one leads to the other; I’ll be speaking more from the early-Roman perspective.

In this view each person, especially those of rank or talent, was guided by a personal god from birth to death. Many adherents to the new Christian religion were persecuted not because they were Christians, but because they were condemned as atheists — unbelievers — for they refused to acknowledge the Genius of the Emperor. They would not recognize the ruler’s personal god.

Seems silly now, but it was torture and death then.

With the trickle of time the personal deity morphed into a guiding spirit — and it was understood that those inextricably in tune with their guiding spirit became endowed with immense and special abilities — as if they were being guided by an intelligence greater than humanity alone could muster.

This is your genius I’m speaking to today — your personal god spirit. You know what I’m talking about, the source of your best self, your highest ideals, the you when you’re most playful and alive and inventive. And zeroed in on something of great importance to you. When startling new connections are made, and you feel them, you feel these ideas coming together like teenagers in heat.

You know what feeds your Genius? A focus. A worthy focus. And then, paradoxically, time away. Genius gets frisky when there’s intense focus and then release from that focus.

My Genius likes naps, and so do I (just for him, the genius within).

Here’s my favorite, early mysteries-of-the-mind story, first read when I was a wisp of a boy. How can you not become a lifelong investigator into the human capacity after reading an account like this?

Before the Civil War, Elias Howe, troubled by his inability to complete an invention, dreamt one night that he was captured by cannibals. He paid attention far better in his dream than I would have under similar peril. That may be genius too — even though you’re about to be eaten you take time to notice the peculiarities of the scene.

Howe noticed a small hole near the tip of each spear, he noticed the up and down motion the spears made — and when he awoke his invention was complete! By placing the hole near the needle and not the other end — and setting the needle into an up and down motion — he created the first workable sewing machine, which transformed life then in ways the IPad can only conjure in fantasy.

There are only a few elements to bring together: a worthy focus, an immersion into that focus, and then breaks from that focus.

Only you can engage your Genius. For my Mom, she is most aligned with her purpose, and hence tapping into her SpiritFlow, when she is connecting with other people.

It is a pleasure to witness the passion at play there when MomJo meets someone new, even if that person is trying to slink away. (Imagine you’re finally settled in somewhere, alone with your thoughts and then what sits down next to you? — The Happy Talker Monster!) Where solitary confinement for a day would be a vacation for me, for her it would be the severest form of punishment.

A worthy focus, immersion into that focus, respites from that focus. Then hang up the sign: Genius At Play, and watch out.


Your mind ultimately answers every question you ask it

Your mind ultimately answers every question you ask it.
Buckminster Fuller

In recent months I have become a fan of this concept expressed by Buckminster Fuller. Here I use the original meaning behind the word fan, that of a fanatic. 

The reason I became fanatical was because this elegant statement zinged down into the way deep for me when I first read it. It tingled there because I had already formulated my own version, one born out of panic.

My formula was something like this: desperation and determination yield results.

I began to understand that this is so in the past couple of years. At first my asking was in the form of desperate pleas — prayers — for help.

The first time I was seeking an answer to this question: how will we survive this economic meltdown for the next two years? The answer came immediately — sell your house, now.

The second time I was traveling down the west coast of Florida six months later. We’d sold the house quickly (for an excellent price in that market — and did I mention quickly?!) and had made it through the unbearably bad season.

Now with summer coming on, we had no way to pay our staff for the next six months . . . so again, desperation and determination commingled. I was desperate, and yet determined to find a way.

This time I was on an extended trip returning artwork to artists — my fourth such trip in as many months — so that we could save on the shipping costs. (With sales plummeting, we had artwork piling up in the gallery. With no home to absorb the overflow, we had to find a way to return enough so we could operate.)

For a couple of days I had been making an assertion — and praying like a true believer for the answer — that the way to keep our business afloat for the summer would appear.

I vacillated between asserting and asking — I’d heard both methods work, so not being choosy I employed both.

That answer came — see if you can join up with your favorite art transporter. Ping! It was just like that. The idea sprung fully formed into my mind . . . and I felt a ripple of excitement, as if the idea were actionable, even in this hyper-recession.

I made the call — Bob had me working two days later.

When I came across the Buckminster Fuller quote I wrote it down in my planner every week for weeks, as a reminder to ask.  And to ask patiently and persistently and with faith that the answer would come in its own time.

What I especially like about Fuller’s statement — your mind ultimately answers every question you ask it — is that it doesn’t imply urgency is a requirement.

I’m beginning to ask poignant questions to train myself that desperation need not be a factor.

How can I give during this time when my financial giving has been cut way back? This blogsite is one way. (If in South Florida, I am a man with a van willing to offer free service to those in need . . . you can see details at the bottom of the Hire Me page.)

How can we have more sensuality in our child-centric world? (Hey, not every question has to be lofty!) The answers to this one are better left unposted.

You get the idea. With enough training my brain will get the idea too. It’s a matter of training myself down to the soul level — the energetic level some would say, the subconscious/collective conscious mind others would say — where communication with the Infinite is transmitted.

I’m looking forward to playing with this for years to come. I’ll check back in with you from time to time to forward results.

Plus, I’d love to hear from you about your methods (and your results) when you’ve ardently sought a solution to an issue in your life.

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Don’t attract a (big, bad) snake

A few weeks back my wife did battle with a big, thick rattlesnake, for an hour and a half. Apparently this thing was meaty.

Do you wanna know how I found out? She called me — in the middle of it!

Zane and I were 2.5 hours north with friends at the Ron Jon’s water resort for the day. Mid-water play I received a call. Ann was breathing hard. She told me about the snake and how she’d been fighting — with a garden rake — to keep it on the patio till someone could get there to help.

Then this is what I heard next:

(Woman’s scream first): “It’s coming at me! It’s coming at me!”

Then — my Indiana girl who can handle anything — starts speaking calmly again, though panting — telling me about the particulars, every now and then repeating, “It’s coming at me.”

At this point I interrupted: “Ann! Get off the phone. Focus. Focus. I want a wife when I get home tonight . . . . Zane needs a Mommy!”

The message broke through — that and me hanging up.

It all ended well. Ann lived. The snake lived! Though no longer on our property. The snake started charging her to get away and Ann in a deft jujitsu move shunted it off into the pool — where it got truly pissed. The pool is unheated, and was cold, which apparently enrages a reptile. A cold pool doesn’t make me happy and I’m warm blooded.

This is where Ann got a real workout. The snake would zip across the water to exit the pool — Ann would run around the circumference and push it back with the rake — this only further enraged the snake.

An hour and a half into the conflict a hero from the Busch Wildlife Sanctuary showed up and took the snake away.

Ann, not much of a drinker — and never a beer drinker — went inside and downed a bottle of beer in a minute. The snake probably wanted a beer too, now that it was safely away from that crazy blonde with the rake.

Not only is Ann our hero — this fierce Mama wasn’t about to let this rattler leave the patio and disappear into the brush, where it would threaten kid and dog, family and friends — but days later she saw a larger lesson in it all.

Late one night we were talking over our business issues and Ann — uncharacteristically and suddenly and firmly — stated: “Don’t attract a snake!”

Her realization was this: by only focusing on the downside of what was going on financially, we were speeding our way along that path.

Then she launched into the many ways she had focused on snakes. I remembered little of this, since I had been on the road at the time.

Upon putting a bid on the property we now live in, in a rural area (yes it is Russell!), adjacent to a preserve, Ann did the following:

  • Became obsessed about snakes all of a sudden
  • Personally drove up and down the block interviewing neighbors about snakes (this from my shy wife!)
  • Called wildlife officials who worked the area (who, incidentally, told her they pulled far more rattlers and poisonous snakes from our old area, a neighborhood with a home about every twenty feet)
  • Did research on what’s the best gun to purchase for snake shot

Her take that night and since was that our focus should be on where we want to go and on what we can do to make that happen.

Now we have a new saying in our household when we get hung up on the negative side of an issue: Don’t attract a snake.

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How to start the flow of good: Help Given

We’re all familiar with Help Wanted, posted when a person or organization desires to hire someone.

Here I’ll be suggesting the Great Path to a career, or to anything you want:

Help Given.

It’s the secret to an abundantly good life.

Years ago I knew a prodigiously talented man who couldn’t keep a job for more than a year, often only a matter of months. His MO was this: he’d be hired in some capacity and within a short time he’d figure out ways to improve what he was doing. It would save the company money or time (same thing) or effort (same thing again) or improve their service (not the same thing).

He would immediately begin agitating for more money, something befitting the contribution he’d made. He was smart and could do the math, so he would agitate for a substantial increase in wages but less than what he felt his contribution had been to the company.

This seems fair, no? 

Most organizations — and most people — are incremental. To jump a person up substantially all at once is not within our human nature. It’s why the ambitious of yore always had to take the throne, conquer the prinicipality — or today, strike out on their own.

We want to slide you up the scale. We ask that you prove yourself on a longer-term basis.

To be slid up the scale was an insult to this most personable man.

This is how he reacted to insult. He became insulting. He ceased not only his contributions, but also sought to work at the level at which he felt he was being paid. This meant he decreased his work effort. He’d argue he wasn’t being paid for such and such. Instead of a lubricant, he became the grit in the machinery.

It’s surprising it took up to a year sometimes for him to be fired.

Now consider this: Help Given

The most successful will always tell you to give more than you are paid for, to give all. This is true, absolutely true. I suggest going beyond this. If you are seeking employment — or a different kind of employment — go out and Give Help, for free!

It is a universal principle that all that you give wholeheartedly will be returned to you many fold.

It very well may come back to you through sources that notice your giving nature — or it may not! It doesn’t matter, Give Help and you’ll be able to bypass Help Wanted.

One example from my own little life

When I was a lowly proofreader in my early days in Manhattan, I was temping at a job at Solomon Brothers. Inevitably there would be downtime, during which the other proofreaders would take out their books and read.

I started roaming over to the fun graphics department next door. This was pre-computer age (can you imagine!), and everything they did looked like advanced kindergarten to me. They got to cut and paste, assemble and create.

There wasn’t a niftier place in the universe at the time. These people were creators! There was one slim, dressed-in-black guy who slung around jazz-era lingo like it had just burst on the scene: Did you dig what that cat was sayin’?

Yes there was a cutie there — who eventually married someone from the Howard Stern show — but, here’s the important thing, I jumped right in. I offered to help. This cool group of creatives let me hang out and do the stuff they considered boring.

It wasn’t too many months before I was hired right into that department. And irony of ironies, I started moving up the management chain from there as computerization came in.  Using the same principle — Give Help — I leapt in, learning software, creating templates, training others, taking on projects . . . . 

Interns do this. We should all do this, at every stage of life. When you Give Help you start the divine flow — it just so happens it’s a current that always comes back and takes you where you want to go.


This kooky Law of Attraction

Some people think this Law of Attraction is kooky. But is it any kookier than other concepts that work for some people?

— God would create a Hell
— And that you would be judged and possibly sent there for forever torment by a loving God
— If you were bad to the bone you’d be reincarnated back next time as a bug

Yes, you will be judged — as you always are — by You — in light of Supreme Love. And if you find yourself wanting, there are so many more adventures to choose, creations to conjure, to train yourself up. Up up up! Up.

Up you go, even if you feel downward bound.

Back to this kooky Law of Attraction. Though I feel it’s misnamed — it should be called the Law of Creation, as it is all about how we create. And whether or not we are flowing the creation current in the direction we want.

Here’s one thing I like about Law of Attraction-ism. Nobody owns it!

It’s a big messy cohort with no supreme leader. You can’t be blackballed from the Law of Attraction, you can’t be ex-communicated. There’s no organization to say you’re in or you’re out.

It wouldn’t work for baseball, but that’s my kind of religio-spiritual concept. No umpire. Though of course there are many shouting excitedly from the sidelines, letting you know what they think! No harm there, makes the game even more interesting.

The Abraham-Hicks material and The Secret may have kicked off its current popularity, but it’s been around under this name for 100 years, evolving out of the American New Thought movement (William Atkinson’s 1906 book was the first to use Law of Attraction in the title, though the phrase came about earlier).

Before and since it’s existed in many guises, all with a similar theme — that you — your mind emotion soul stuff — influence your world and the events in it.

Most Law of Attractioners feel Jesus articulated the clearest early summation: Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you will receive it, and it will be yours.

It makes sense to me that we have yet to divine a full understanding of our capacity to create. We are constantly discovering new principles by which the universe operates. It seems of late that every hundred years brings a new revelation. Is it far fetched to imagine that this innate creation ability won’t be better codified in the future, in another hundred years. Or five thousand years? Or a million years hence?

I don’t understand it of course. I grasp the concept certainly, though full understanding is beyond me. But I don’t understand most things — not fully, maybe not even partially — and I’m happy to say so because that’s true for everyone, even those who think they understand it all.

This doesn’t stop me from finding concepts that I don’t fully understand useful. Nor does it stop me from having insights pertaining to those things I don’t fully grasp, which make my participation in life more effective.

I do this all the time, in love (Ann, you can demur on this — let the world know I do know all about lu-uuv. . . ), in small business economics, in swimming in water, in vehicular motion, in virtually everything that falls under the law of cause and effect.

A couple other aspects of the Law of Attraction that I’m . . . (sorry) . . . attracted to:

1) The concept pre-supposes a universe in which laws, subtle or obvious, have been created that are applicable to all. Not a chosen few.

2) Existing within the concept is this elegant additional idea: that we can all achieve degrees of mastery in our lives — and — like oxygen, we don’t even have to believe in it to use it and accrue its benefits. We simply will find our way to maximal usage. I do this with oxygen all the time with very little study.

All I know is that the Law of Attraction adds a thrilling new layer of possibility — for play in the world of creation. Why not experiment with the possibilities?

(And will somebody . . . please . . . coin a better term? . . . . The Law of Creation anyone? The Creation Principle? The Divine Creative Formula Forged From The Smithy of God’s Mind by Her Very Own Hands?)