When I am really invested in creating a new and wonderful outcome in my life, the best thing I can do to make it powerful is to get excited about it and talk about it. The investment of excitement and enthusiasm goes a long to manifesting my dream. The first thing I do, however, is visualize it all as being a done deal. I really get into the pretend part of this game. It is all about intention and setting a vibrational match.
My visualization also includes getting into how I would be feeling the moment it all manifested. Wow! Now I can feel the excitement. Now this is what it is all about. That feeling of excitement: those butterflies in my stomach: and the broad smile on my face; all of these emotions are the winning ways to achieving my dreams. Yes! I’ve got this! Try this! You will love it! Why do you think I am smiling?
I never really knew him. I simply shared the same space on a few occasions. And yet, his presence truly impacted me. I clearly got the essence of this man. I felt the fear in his heart and I also witnessed that beautiful, impish grin. And now that he has made his transition I get to hear his story and I get to understand why I had felt so compelled to share my understanding with him.
There will be no regrets. Those people, who really knew him, will now share their view of his story or history. Together we can celebrate this special child of God. Together we will celebrate his life and also celebrate his transition. Welcome home Richard. You will forever impact our lives. I’ve got this.
Yesterday I was quickly transported to a time when I was 18 years old and had just arrived in the United States. The Vietnam War was in full swing and I felt such a great need to be involved. What could I do? I chose to be there for the wounded.
I spent time at Bethesda Naval Hospital, visiting those very young and broken men. We talked and we sang and we told stories. The nursing staff cautioned me, that I must hide any emotion. Failure to that same caution occurred when a young soldier took me aside and pointed out a fellow soldier in the bed opposite. He told me that the other soldier had been the heart and soul of their battalion. However, since arriving in hospital he had not spoken a word. The soldier asked me to please invite, the other soldier, to play my guitar. I approached the bed and as I handed him my guitar I said, “I hear that you are quite an entertainer. Will you please play for us?”
This beautiful, young soldier took my guitar without a word and began to play and as I watched, huge tears rolled down his face, every fellow soldier, in that ward who was able, surrounded his bed. Yesterday, I was reminded of the impact of that moment; the moment I failed to conceal my emotion. It is still raw. Only yesterday we all shared our tears and emotions. What a relief. We are in this world together in every way. I’ve got this.