I want to see an owl! That’s right, I am exercising my powers of manifestation, and I want to see an owl! There! I’ve stated it our loud both verbally and in print and I expect to be seeing an owl. Not a picture of an owl, not a far away, off in the distance-owl, but a real live owl, up close and personal. (Did I say LIVE as in NOT dead?)
I know I have the power to create; I have done it successfully many, many times in my life. I once said out loud that I wanted to see a mountain lion. I said it out loud twice and with conviction and low and behold, two months later I was standing at my kitchen sink in the hills of Hollywood and I saw a mountain lion walking on the retaining wall of the house across the street. The universe may not be fast, but it IS listening!
A couple of years after the mountain lion, I manifested a beautiful, big house in Hancock Park in Los Angeles. Now in truth, we really could not afford any house in Hancock Park, and that eventually proved to be true, (probably a manifestation of my husband’s fears,) but two years after driving around in a specific neighborhood in HP, a house came on the market that was just about in our price range and by a series of coincidences, we were able to buy it and live there happily for the next seven years.
The house had everything I had asked for, including a gated property with a park-like setting and a gigantic pool. It became a symbol for a living amends of sorts to my daughters. It gave them a family home, with each daughter having her own room. My girls had never had that as children. Their mother was a gypsy. There was even a dorm room for the grandkids, a baby's room with two cribs and a playroom with all of the doll-houses, little kitchens and tables and chairs my little girls had never had. The universe is generous!
So far today I have seen a squirrel, three crows, a bunch of yellow finches, some banded rock pigeons, (which Stacy nick- named “poves” because they look like a dove but are bigger than a pigeon,) and some beetles in the act of mating on one of our chez lounges outside. I appreciated all of this personal witness to nature, but still, I am waiting for my owl.
My husband thinks I am crazy when I talk of manifesting. He states over and over that anything he has every wanted to see or have happen, is guaranteed NOT to come about. See what I am up against? I have tried to point out to him that he IS manifesting by expecting to be disappointed. He always gets what he expects. That has happened to me as well.
I read in one of my meditation books last week about being careful what you wish for especially if you are a spiritual person with a belief in a higher power. It said that belief in a higher power renders us creators, which means our thoughts, words and prayers have power. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. The Secret. But it’s true. I’ve been manifesting good in my life since I could first utter words and long before the book of the same name was published. I have also brought about that which I have feared and seen others do the same.
The big blue book that is my go -to book (as it is for many of my friends,) basically says something similar. Not in the first hundred and sixty-four pages, but in Dr. Paul’s story. To paraphrase what he is talking about when he says “what ever I focus on gets bigger. If I focus on the problem, the problem gets bigger, if I focus on what’s good in my life, the good gets bigger.” This has been my experience, and why I love making gratitude lists.
A gratitude list was first suggested to me over thirty-five years ago when I called a friend who had some time in recovery. I was planning to whine about the state of my life. He cut me off mid-whine and suggested I make a list of all that was good in my life. At first I was offended, but later realized he had given me a wonderful tool, which would save me in rough going.
It is hard when things are in the shitter, to write down all of our blessings. It is sometimes hard to even think of any. It can be unimaginable to believe that anything good is possible. The blessings and the dreams don’t have to be big, broad, or sweeping. They can be as simple as the blessing of another day, a cup of coffee, or seeing a butterfly. Believing in hope may seem like denial but I believe it is the cousin to faith.
So I was thinking today about a time a couple of years ago when I did see an owl. We were driving home from dinner on East Valley Road. It was a summer evening around twilight. A huge owl swooped down above and in front of our car as Tom was driving. My niece Heather and her husband Terry were in the back seat. We followed the owl closely for several hundred yards before it flew off to the side and out of sight.
I knew seeing the owl was a blessing, a gift, animal medicine of some sort and I am quite sure I said “thank you” to the powers that be. Still, I am greedy. I want to see it again, not for proof of anything but because I know the universe is listening and there are plenty of owls to go around. In the meantime, there are more “poves” and finches at the feeders. I think I’ll put some walnuts out for the squirrel.
My life is so glamorous! It is just not fair, lucky for me!!