August 12, 2023
I see myself as a rather poor manifester. But I’m beginning to think I misunderstand what manifesting means. After all, what is it but attempting to create a desired outcome?
I started creating desired outcomes decades ago with requesting the perfect parking space from the Parking God. Without fail—without fail—every time I remembered to ask, even if it was just a few seconds before I needed it, the perfect spot would materialize. This is still true today.
Yesterday, I requested a positive unfolding for my elderly relative’s annual eye exam. There were some complex logistics to finesse, and coordination with the eye clinic staff before and after the appointment. I also put in a request for a comfortable and painless experience for my relative. I do this consistently with things that matter: ask for a positive outcome.
We were in and out in under 30 minutes, without undue stress for the elderly patient. The staff and the doctor were kind and helpful. None of the undesirable things I knew could easily have materialized dared to show up.
Nor did I expect them to. I expected smooth sailing, and the water was smooth as glass.
If that’s not manifesting, then what is?
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My certainty that I’m a subpar manifester stems from the inability to immediately affect solid physicality by asking / demanding that a certain thing be so. I’ve put in requests till I’m blue in the face for a mobile, flexible, pain-free body (i.e., what I possessed prior to “arthritis”). After eight years of this, I’ve concluded, perhaps arrogantly, that there’s no karmic justification for my continued suffering. It’s just my bad luck to be a human on a planet controlled by forces that want humans to suffer and have the wherewithal to ensure that’s so.
While going toe-to-toe with the planetary controllers over the battlefield of my own health isn’t an even fight, surely it’s one a magnificent manifester could still win, hands-down. If I can unfailingly make a parking space materialize upon demand, why can’t I make the pain-free body a reality? I don’t expect instantaneous shifting of molecules and obliteration of the pain’s supposed cause, “inflammation,” but in a reasonable time, why doesn’t it happen?
Maybe that’s the problem. I should expect an instant cure, the lightning strike from the hand of God zapping me straight into radiant health. Instead, I envision it might take, say, overnight to effect major foundational changes in bones, joints, tissues, and nerves. Give the angels and spiritual healers the time that I, as a time-bound human, imagine they might need. After all, even the med beds are purported to take a few hours to give a troubled body its do-over.
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I still do energy work on myself. Go to acupuncture, go to the chiropractor, faithfully do exercises on a semi-regular basis. I’m probably going to add a new bodyworker, a Rolfer who embellishes with craniosacral and visceral massage work. I recently read that boron deficiency can cause arthritis, and supplementing can magically make the pain disappear. One more avenue to explore.
Do those activities also constitute manifesting? Compared to succinctly asking for a parking space or even a slightly more complicated “good visit to the doctor,” it’s clunky and time-consuming. Also, I know that the parking space, or the desired outcome, which seem to be orchestrated purely through some kind of energetic manipulation that I set in motion by my request, will occur. The circumstances and people align themselves according to what I requested, and the majority of the time, the outcome is the positive one I envision.
My bones and joints, the cells of my body, are not so cooperative. Ironic that I can apparently manipulate large-scale energy patterns involving multiple people and circumstances, but I can’t demand that my own cells bring themselves into alignment with radiant health.
I do a little more research on boron. I ponder the new bodyworker. And I ask, once again, for complete, radiant health and well-being NOW.
