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Physical World.
Your idea of reality shifting really impressed me since it reminded me
of an incident that happened to me a few years ago. I and my former partner
were coming back from a seminar in North Carolina in an RV. We had two cats
with us - one was a very lovable and affectionate old tomcat named Coyote
and the other was kind of sneaky and aloof cat named Gracie.
When we stopped in a town with a big jungle area, Coyote jumped out and ran
off into it. We locked the RV as we always do, then went to search for
him. We asked about the "jungle" and learned it was a haunt for wild cats,
which was probably what attracted him.
After spending most of the day searching, we realized we wouldn't find
Coyote and decided to continue on our way, heartbroken. As we stopped in
the next town I remarked I wished we could exchange the unfriendly Gracie
for the loving Coyote. We left the RV, which we had also searched top and
bottom, inside and out -- and came back to see Gracie sitting in the
passenger seat! The door was locked as always.
It was simply amazing to come back and see Coyote sitting in the passenger
seat in place of Gracie, who had totally disappeared. They had been
miraculously exchanged. Your "reality shifting" idea reminded me of this
incident. Some folks might ascribe socks to forgetfulness, but not
switching two cats. I'm a hardheaded double-Taurus with a scientific
outlook, so I investigated the whole thing thoroughly looking for prosaic
explanations - this was definitely a miracle ;') The RV door was locked -
I remember unlocking it.
Dragonflies Appear
Laura
Astoria, Oregon
I would like to share my story of a synchronistic happening.
I find that every day is filled with so many synchronistic
messages from my creative and fun Inner Being. Here is one
of my favorites.
Several years ago, I was going through a period of
uncertainty about life in general. Was everything I
believed about the magic of life and my connection to the
Universal Source true, or was it only my imagination? I
asked my Inner Being to bring me a sign that I wasn't alone
here in this physical world, and to reassure me that I was
not just imagining all the mystical things that happen for
me. As I was thinking about this, the image of a Blue
Dragonfly popped into my head, so I said, "How about bringing
me a real one to help me release this doubt." The next day,
at work, I had forgotten about it. First thing in the
morning, a fellow worker walked in with a blue dragonfly
sticker stuck on her name tag. My mouth fell open! Her
young daughter had stuck it on her name tag as they said
goodbye. I went for a walk later, and even though it was
still Winter, everywhere I went, Blue Dragonflies were
hovering all around me in the grass. Wow! So, this has
become a very spiritual symbol for me.
Several months ago, a very dear friend gave me a small
dragonfly charm, which I clipped on my change purse.
About three weeks ago, I noticed it was gone. I set an
intention that I would find it just at the perfect time,
and pictured leaning over and picking it up easily.
On my birthday, the friend who gave the charm to me
arrived to take me out to lunch. As she walked in the
door of my living room, she bent over and picked up the
pendent and handed to me. We both felt the magic of it,
instantly. You know those wonderful chills? I knew
exactly what was going on. It was just a reminder to
me to keep on believing, no matter what appearances look
like. I had actually vacuumed several times over this
rug, in the same area, and had also crawled around the
whole floor feeling for the charm. It definitely was
somewhere else. Life is so filled with magic!
Agents of Change
Ann
Stamford, Connecticut
I recently experienced a subtle yet poignant reality shift. I work for a
temporary agency and have various assignments. Too often I get caught up
in
perpetuating visions of what's unsatisfying in present reality. When I
envision the worst job imaginable, it turns out to be the next job my agent
assigns to me. When I envision what I want on the rare occasion that
I'm feeling optimistic, that also comes to fruition. It is truly
uncanny. I don't know the origin -- it could be creative visualization or a
psychic link between my agent and I.
I looked up 'agent' in the dictionary to make sure I was using it
correctly, and read there that an agent is: "one who is authorized to act
for or in place of someone else." My agent finds me assignments,
negotiates my fee, and gives me the details -- so I guess that is the
correct term. What took me aback was another definition of agent: "A means
or instrument by which a guiding intelligence achieves results." This
latter definition rings truer and deeper than the former, to me. There does
seem to be a guiding intelligence that gives me my assignments.
The assignments come to me in visualizations and in directions from my
agent. I am just beginning to take notice of what comes first. For the last
week or two, I had been envisioning some strange and seemingly disparate
images. During that time, I had been playing phone tag with my agent, and
getting visions of vending machines. I thought I should buy some vending
machines to make some income. I tried to envision places where I could
write and study, despite having an assignment. My thoughts were that I
should write in cafes or at the beach, because I wasn't getting enough
done at home. I wanted to get away from my computer, yet I needed some
income. For some reason I was envisioning this place I had been before --
it was a sterile place that only an imagination could fill up. I remembered
all of this when I was sent there today. I didn't have that weird
deja vu feeling, though. I felt like I was supposed to be there.
My assignment was to sit in the cafe seating area, and keep an eye on
the
vending machines. I had time to write stories, study, and make contacts in
the real estate business. All this while getting paid! And, it was the
first time I wasn't sitting in front of a computer for an assignment. My
point with this story is that we are masters of our universe, somehow.
Perhaps there is divine intervention by agents, angels, or other higher
powers. No matter -- It is the images that we hold in our minds, the
thoughts we have in our heads, and the words that we speak that are
harangued into the universe and boomeranged back at us. The universe
answers what we envision, think and speak.
