Have you thought that it sounds too easy to just think it to make it happen as you wish?Have you thought that it is self-centered and has the potential for misuse – the idea that if you use the latent potential of your mind you can create your own reality?Ancient teachings from many different traditions have been translated and in its most recent reincarnation we have learned from scientists and popular visionaries who created the books and movies “The Secret” and “What the Bleep do we know?” that we have so much more control than we think.In the popular Oprah version we may come away with an understanding that if we just think hard enough, and believe enough, we can have whatever we want.

Ah the simplicity, ah the complexity.As a psychotherapist for a quarter of a century, more than most, I understand the light and dark aspects of us humans.I have come to understand that there are forces deep within us resistant to the forces of change. Like a current of water beneath the surface, it may drive your ship in an unexpected direction.The surface water runs one way; the deeper waters may direct the rudder the other way.Unless the deeper forces within your personality are addressed and resolved you may be creating a disappointing reality.Unconscious forces at work can undo all your conscious thought creations.When you are immersed in the “flow” all of you is going in the direction that is flowering, expansive and enlightening.

Through talking (talk therapy) and the deeper explorations of Reiki Fusion, both surface and deeper forces can be gently identified and gracefully released.What is needed is your intention to clear the way for what is for your highest good.Notice:I didn’t say that you can have whatever your conscious mind thinks it wants.There is an aspect of what could be called your higher self that is “knowing”.Yes, you do have access to the wisdom that will set your ship right – from the higher perspective.

And on a related note:what is control?If you think hard enough can you “control” forces that were otherwise thought to be beyond your control?I have found that in some aspects the harder one tries, the more elusive is the goal.How about you?On the other hand, when I “surrender” the ego and “allow” what is best for me to unfold, I discover things falling into place.It still takes mental discipline to pull the plug on negative or catastrophic thoughts; it takes mental discipline to create the conditions of allowing the best to unfold.That’s when the “Co-Creation” has a chance to unfold.The natural life-force in a seed allows a miraculous unfolding.We have that same life force within us, and each of us has a unique potential.When this potential is tapped, it is pure joy.

I wish you joy.

March 13, 2007
oceanYou are purity of space; You are Grace, open and expansive, outside of the field
of human interaction. After spending so much time in the mix of relationships,
You, beach, shore, sand and light, provide an expanse within which I may soar.
Perspective is what I seek here; flight so that in my return I carry the wisdom
that will allow me to be the best I can be.
Your waters are sensual today, indigo blue velvet moving in slow motion. You
wear your cape, flowing and long with lace edges, as you embrace your lover, the
shore. Half moon as witness and at the same time golden braids of the sunlight
flow effortlessly along the folds. In this moment one wave rears up in
suspension the moment before return to the one all-encompassing sea. What a
peaceful sound. So gentle, the swishing sound of wave on shore. As though this
sound is the sound of your breath.
Undulating and rhythmical, you move endlessly, wave upon wave. The birds have
arrived! Not just the ever present seagull, but the red-winged blackbird. Your
song is so plaintive and tender, as though you are trying out your voice for
this first time. Calling out with longing and yearning. You trust enough to call
out. A piping plover swoops over head and banks a turn. All put together, it is
an orchestration of such beauty that I nearly cry out. What underlying structure
lies beneath this diversity of form?
Here it is. Another season, another year. The ice is melting, and the promise of
spring is in the air. The ice forms, then transforms. As soon as water forms
crystal, it moves away from that form to another. What it just was is no longer.
I don’t imagine that one form longs for the form that is now past. Not like us.
The mix of longing for past commingles with joy of now, and anticipation of what
is yet to come in us. This thing called Time that sees one beginning and one end
seems to be the nature of the reality that we inhabit. And yet, and yet.
The inlet has just a thin layer of ice in most places. Water flows out in tidal
ritual, some water seen, and some deep below the surface. Slowly you are warming
and melting. Two gulls cry out to each other, and the orchestra picks up again
with the tentative song of the red-winged blackbird. There they are, in the
reeds. One calls, another answers. It is random, yet ordered. Chaos, yet it
makes sense. I feel the connection.


Oreo and I walk on the beach nearly every day. Rain or shine, hot or cold. Today
I bundle up with hat and gloves. The wind is kicking up loose sand, and I angle
my way toward the lighthouses. Each step takes force; I guess the wind is up to
about 15 to 20 knots. The Long Island Sound is dotted with white caps, the dry
grass whipping. Each step takes me deeper into myself and away from the details
of my life. LOA. The Law of Attraction is a concept that keeps bombarding me
from all directions. E-mails, newspapers, television, movies. What is it really?
If I think it hard enough will my thoughts create the images in my mind? Do I
literally create my own world, like Don Miguel Ruiz writes about in his book,
The Four Agreements? If we imagine ourselves as victim, it seems true that we
draw abusers to us. Some people think big, and create a world of riches. I
ponder the relationship between our thoughts and the world we then inhabit.

ocean
A bit heady for 7:30 in the morning, so I bring myself back to the beach. Be
Here Now. The sky is a brilliant blue. It changes every day, and I am always
amazed how everything transforms so completely. The sky, the conformation of the
water to the land, the objects thrown up on the land. Years ago I used to walk
the beach and all I could see was garbage. I brought plastic bags and filled
them up with trash, trash, and more trash.
As I look ahead of me I see a rainbow glint of something embedded in the sand.
As I move in closer, I see it is a chunk of coal. Just a chunk of coal. Yet, it
is an incredibly beautiful object full of rainbows. Wow. That’s symbolism for
ya. Yet real. I think about how long it took the earth to create such a powerful
object. It contains so much energy, sitting inert, yet with possibilities. But
wait, where in the world did this come from? Did it accidentally drop off of a
ship? Did it fall from a barge, or did the ship sink carrying its cargo? A lone
piece of coal. I stick it in my pocket and then a thought hits me: Was this here
all along and I never saw it? I’ve walked this beach for years and I don’t
remember ever seeing coal. It occurs to me that this may be the only piece on
the beach. Or is it? I begin to scan the sand ahead and see another piece
glinting in the sun. A mystery. I stick the second one in my pocket planning to
add it the wood burning in my fireplace later in the morning. I imagine that
that is probably the end of it. How much can there be? As I turn around to the
other side of the peninsula, facing the inlet I think that this will be the end
of discovering coal. How would it get there? If a ship on the Sound dropped its
cargo, how could it skip over on the inlet side.
No, wait. what about the Law of Attraction? If I focus on that possibility,
could I discover it? If my eyes are closed to the possibility, why then I
certainly wouldn’t see it. Right? And there it is. One, two, three and more and
more. I have no more room in my pockets. Is this some kind of joke? I roll my
eyes upward. How could such improbable objects show up on the beach? My mind
didn’t create them. I just never saw them. That’s it. They were here all along,
and I just never focused on them. There are an infinite number of objects of all
kinds of the beach. What I see depends on my focus. Trash or treasure. What do I
want to see?

Cynthia M Chase ©2011
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