Monday, December 14, 2015

Lean Into Love

All of this started with The Manifestation of a Magical Poundcake. I wanted to see my friends so I thought throwing a party would be fun. I'd fly over to Virginia, cook some food, we'd all hang out and I'd return after a couple of weeks.

And next thing I knew I'm going back for good. And no one's more surprised than me.

I believe in manifesting my desire. I believe in it because it works for me and has my whole life. The most effective way for this to work is to stay uninvested in the outcome. Focus only on fulfilling the desire. The outcome is irrelevant. You will take what you can get because your purpose is to fulfill the desire. That can be hard to understand.

Thinking about the outcome goes nowhere good. All it will do is start the negative tapes. When you think about the outcome you start to worry about little shit like who when where how and why. And that is absolutely a nowhere road. The more you try to plan the deeper you'll dig yourself in with worry and anxiety and eventually you'll just give up.

The object lesson is faith. You have to live on it.

Now here's what will happen when you go telling people what you're up to. The skeptics will be the first to point out every time you fail - See You Can't Live On Faith Alone. The problem with that is in your mind there aren't any failures. In your mind you are out to experience as much as you can with the time you are given and there aren't any failures only detours which lead to places you never dreamed you'd arrive at. And eventually you'll realize that you wouldn't trade any of your experiences and therefore your faith has seen you through.

So back to manifesting. You have to continually picture yourself having your desire being fulfilled. You have to note details. You have to completely immerse yourself in the sensations of your desire being fulfilled. What does it sound like, what do you see, how does it taste and feel ... the more details you can imagine the better. Bask in it.

So at the top of this page is a tab that says ... :: visuals :: ... There I've posted pictures of the current desires I'm manifesting. Some dated, some not.

Lean into love.

December 2015

Yes, Virginia, inspired by the real life response to a letter to the editor. The kind of magic I rely on.

We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:

Dear Editor—

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O'Hanlon
115 West Ninety Fifth Street

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence.

We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! He lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

That just says it all.

Virginia's first name was Laura. Go figure. I just found that out today.