Thoughts becoming things

I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Not just the whole pregancy thing (that would be having a lot on my body), though of course it makes an impact.

But I’ve been mulling over deliberate creation a lot lately and letting it sink into my consciousness. It’s been a lot to absorb. Especially as I’ve been seeing it in action, even if only in small ways.

When you accept the responsibility for creating your own reality — well, it’s a really big responsibilty. You can’t quite go back to being “normal” and just railing at the world and everybody else in it for everything that’s wrong.

Once you know that your thoughts are magnets, attracting more like thoughts and the things that you’re thinking — you have to pay attention to your thoughts. And it’s a bit of a confusing mind warp. Because you know when you’re cranky, you’re really just drawing more crankiness to you, even though that’s the last thing you want. It seems hard to get happy when you feel that way. But I guess I just need to use positive distractors. Like music. Or meditation. Or a warm bath. Or whatever.

I got this e-mail from the Universe the other day and I’ve been pondering it. Rather, this is what I’ve been pondering lately, and then I got this e-mail:

Do you think, that if someone finally realized that their thoughts became the things and events of their life; began believing that they were truly unlimited; and started to grasp that divine intervention could be freely summoned by anyone to help make their dreams come true, they’d continue doing the same old things, living the same old life, and waiting for the same old miracles?

Or would they begin thinking things they’ve never thought before, doing things they’ve never done before, and living like they’ve never lived?

Precisely.

Happy weekend,
The Universe

Yeah. Exactly. Once you realize that, you’ve got to start doing and thinking things differently. But it’s a lot to take in all at once. And part of me is afraid that I’m not up to the challenge and that I’ll do it all wrong. (And then, of course, I worry that by being afraid I’ll just create that for myself and really WILL do it all wrong 😉 You see where this is going…)