I Can Have It Now

“Are you going to Home Depot today?” my wife Debra asked. Since I was remodeling the bathroom, a trip to Home Depot or Lowe’s was an almost daily occurrance.

“No,” I replied. “I had no plans to go. Why do you ask?”

“I just found out that the March issue of This Old House magazine has an article in which they wrote about me,” said Debra. “Since today is the last day of March, I want to go get a copy before they pull them off the rack.”

Usually Debra could drive herself, but she had a foot injury and needed me to take her. I realized that I did need to buy something at Home Depot for the bathroom remodel, so I suggested we go at lunchtime, have lunch out, then go to the bookstore and Home Depot. Debra happily agreed.

After lunch, we went to the bookstore for the magazine. We found This Old House on the rack, but it was the April issue. I asked the clerk if they had any copies of the March issue and was told they didn’t because they have to take the covers off any leftover copies of the previous month’s issue and give the covers to the magazine distributor to get the next month’s issue. The leftover copies from the previous month are destroyed.

I asked if there was anyplace else I could get the March issue, and was told that this was the procedure everywhere and all the March issues were now destroyed because the April issue was out.

I thanked him and went on my way thinking I can’t have what I want from him. I’ll just go somewhere else to get that March issue.

Next we called the public library. They didn’t subscribe to This Old House.

We had no more ideas. Debra gave up and said she would contact the magazine and have them send one. But that would require waiting. I knew she wanted the magazine NOW, today, so she could post the article on her website.

As we were calling the library, I just drove right past Home Depot. I was in the wrong lane and couldn’t get over to turn into the parking lot. Debra said, “Aren’t you going to Home Depot?”

“I guess not,” I replied. Then I took her to the post office, another stop we needed to make, but there was a very strong smell of roofing tar. Debra said, “Don’t stop. I don’t want to breathe this!” Well, this took us around the block again, right past Home Depot!

So I pulled in and went inside to make my purchase, leaving Debra waiting in the car with her hurt foot. As I was standing in the checkout line waiting, I glanced over at the magazine rack. The March issue of This Old House was sitting right there! I bought it, of course, and Debra was so happy! She was right in the first place. We did need to go to Home Depot to get the magazine!

I could have easily agreed with the clerk at the bookstore and the librarian, who each told use we couldn’t get the magazine that day. But I disagreed with that barrier and by continuing my intention despite apparent failure, I was able to get exactly what Debra wanted, exactly when she wanted it.

We all have the power to do this all day long. We just need to remember to do it.

The Story of Mama Mouse

The basement of our house has an outdoor stairwell with metal doors at the top and an interior door at the bottom. While cleaning the basement one day, my husband opened the inner door and discovered that a mouse had built a nest on the top stair under the metal doors. He called me to come and see. While I love animals and have respect for all of God’s creatures, I have to admit that knowing there was a mouse there caused me to freak out. He said, “You have to see this. She has a litter of baby mice, and she must have been nursing them when I found her. She is frantically running around, and some of the babies are still latched on to her belly.” I came to the door to see this poor frightened creature dashing around the stairwell in a panic, and her newborns were scattered, writhing on the concrete stairs.

He quickly opened the metal doors so she could escape. We looked at the baby mice, something that neither of us had ever seen. They were so tiny and vulnerable, only about one and a half inches long, with hairless, pink wrinkled skin. Their eyes were not yet open. They had obviously been born very recently. My heart went out to the poor mama mouse, what an ordeal she was having! We knew that we had to do something to try and save this little family, but what?

My maternal instinct kicked in and completely overrode any thoughts of being squeamish about mice. I knew that the babies needed warmth and nourishment if they were to survive. I put on a pair of workgloves and gathered up the babies in the palm of my hand, and marveled at their perfection and innocence.

We briefly considered and then rejected the idea of taking them into the house and trying to warm and feed them.. What they really need is their mother to do these things for them, not us. But mama mouse had run away. We decided to put them in a safe place, and hope that mama would find them soon. The nearest safe place for a nest was the area underneath our porch, which is covered by wooden lattice panels so there protection from predators. I laid the babies in a little pile on the grass just outside the lattice.

Just then, my husband came over to me and whispered that mama mouse had come back. We slowly walked around the corner of the house and back to the stairwell, and there she was, slowly zigzagging next to the house foundation. She appeared to be looking for the babies. She went all around the stairwell, but no further. In my head, I urged her to keep going and look around the corner, and you will find them! No avail, she kept looking only around the stairwell.

We were afraid that if we moved, she would be scared away again. I whispered to my husband, “I want to try to communicate with her. Stay here and don’t move.”

As a spirit, I had the idea that if I could just talk to her, woman to woman (so to speak), I could make her understand. But how does a human approach and talk to a mouse without her fleeing? I gathered all of my courage and intention and took a few steps toward her and in a low voice, I said, “Mama Mouse, I want you to know that we would never hurt you or your babies, and I want to help you find them.” To my surprise, she stopped moving and looked right at me. I said, “Your babies are safe. They need you to take care of them, and I know you want to be with them. I will show you where they are, and then you can make a new home in a safer place.”

I slowly turned and walked around the corner of the house and waited. No mouse. Well, I thought, let’s try plan B. I slowly returned to where I could see the mouse. She hadn’t moved, and my wonderful husband was frozen in place so he would not scare her. I said to mama mouse, “I will show you where they are. Wait right there.” I went to the baby mice and picked one up and walked back. I stooped and showed mama mouse the baby in the palm of my hand. I said, “Look, here is one of your babies.” She looked intently at my hand. I said, “Come with me, and I will take you to the rest.” I slowly turned and walked away, keeping my outstretched palm within her view. To my delight, mama mouse followed me. She stayed along the foundation of the house, but she was right there behind me. I placed the baby mouse back with its siblings, and I stepped back. My husband had followed along at a distance, and we stood there and watched, amazed, as mama mouse snatched up a baby by the scruff of the neck, hopped through a hole in the lattice, and laid it down under the porch. She came back and took the babies, one by one, and laid them in their new safe home.

I have always been an admirer and believer in the connection between humans and animals, but I had never experienced anything quite like this before. I was so proud and happy that I could connect with this small creature, calm her fears, and facilitate a happy ending for her. I have told this story to a few naysayers who do not want to believe that a wild animal actually ignored its natural instinct to flee in the presence of humans, especially humans who are moving around and speaking. I have no doubt that mama mouse understood me when I told her that I wanted to help and that I would not hurt her. Whether human or animal, as spirits, we are all in this world together.

Lost and Found

My own personal experience as a spirit is one of going through cycles of gaining greater awareness and ability of myself as the spiritual being I am, followed by running into “not spirit” things that manifest in the physical world so I can see and heal them.

My husband Larry likens this to walking along a path of spiritual freedom and running into an obstacle. “When we run into obstacles, we know we’re moving forward,” he says. “If we didn’t run into anything, we wouldn’t be making progress.” And I always smile, because I know he’s right. I’ve learned to look ahead, knowing that whatever the obstacle is, there is greater spiritual freedom on the other side.

And so, I have experienced that when I am being simply myself as a spirit, with no extraneous past thoughts, decisions, fears, counterintentions, wrong information, and the like, everything moves with great ease and expansion and abundance and love, and then the next obstacle-to-spirit within me appears for me to remove, which opens even more experience and expression of spirit.

For the past couple of months, Larry and I have been struggling with a persistent body condition we went into agreement with. There’s a flu going around and Larry fell to it very badly. His body has been pretty sick for about six weeks and he almost had to go to the hospital. I’ve had it too, but with much less intensity.

What happens when Larry’s body is sick or injured is that he just disappears as a spirit. I’ve experienced this too. There are times when the body condition is just so bad that it just sleeps or otherwise shuts down. As spirits, we are still whole and healthy and able, but our bodies are out of commission, just as a car breaks down and needs to be repaired. And so, at times like this, it’s hard to use one’s body to relate to others or the world.

As a spirit, I know that Larry is still there as a spirit, but it’s difficult to communicate with him in the physical world.

This went on for weeks, despite many physical and spiritual things we did to help his body. His body was getting better, but he seemed very down and lacking the spirit to get up and be well and get back to his life.

Then one morning I woke up and had the thought, “I need to find Larry. I just need to find Larry as a spirit.”

Usually we sleep together, but Larry has been sleeping in a separate room while he has been sick, in quarantine with his bacterial infection. I got up and went into his room and poked his arm. He was awake. “I had a realization,” I said. “I realized I need to find you. I just need to find YOU, as a spirit.”

He looked at me. “How are you going to do that?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But I know you are there. Maybe I should get a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes.”

“A magnifying glass!?!?!?!!” he exclaimed. “A magnifying glass!?!?!?!! You are going to look for an infinite eternal spirit with a magnifying glass!?!?!?!!”

Well, that did seem incongruous. “I don’t know how I am going to find you,” I said. “I just know that the first thing that needs to happen for you to get back to yourself and your life and our marriage is for me to FIND YOU. Nothing can improve until YOU are here.” And I left the room.

Not one hour later, Larry was up and dressed and back to work remodeling the kitchen. He had found himself as a spirit.

Sometimes spirits get lost and just need to be found. Once upon a time, Larry found me. Before I met him, I knew I was a spirit, but wasn’t being the spirit I am or living as a spirit. Larry invited me to play spirit with him. Now we find each other whenever one of us gets lost.

Chemtrails and the Power of Intention

I have been watching chemtrails for a couple of years. Chemtrails can be seen in the sky as long lines of white trails that last from minutes to hours and often turn into wispy shapes from the winds dispersing the chemicals. These are not contrails, which are vapors that dissipate within seconds from a plane and form short lines from the plane. Chemtrails are long, and are streaked over the sky. They are poisons.

I first saw chemtrails when I was in Mt Shasta with a group of people intent on buying some land to form a community there.

One night I awoke early. It was still dark but I could see, through the glass doors, a streak going across the sky as I opened my eyes while sleeping on the floor. I instantly knew I was looking at chemtrails though I had not seen them much, maybe due to simply not looking up.

I showed my friend Chris and we watched them spraying all day. From then on I became aware of how much they were spraying. The lines were across the sky every day. The mood of the entire neighborhood was not good. It seemed difficult for people to be in good cheer. This was different from my visit there two years earlier.

Since then I’ve researched chemtrails, what they are, and gotten very upset about them. People often get sick within three days after spraying. This is added to deforestation, warring, animal husbandry, agriculture poisoning, nuclear creations, human trafficking and on and on. Now chemicals from the air.

One day recently while going for my morning walk here in Florida, with an otherwise clear blue sky which I could see for 360 degrees around, I saw one plane flying chems. It was surprisingly low as I could see clearly the wings, maybe flying around 30,000 feet. I was angry as I was walking to oxygenate my body…not take in poisons!!

I believe myself to be a Divine being and therefore powerful. In a state of this ”knowing” …in a moment of pure intention, and anger, I decided to erase the chem line and the plane from the sky. I put my hand up and I swiped my hand across the chem line and kept walking. I did not think of not being able to do this.

A second later I looked back up to find the chem line breaking up, which had just been a solid long line just a second ago. I found this interesting…and confusing. I followed the line to find the plane and I could not find it. I could see all around me being in a flat geographical area with only single story homes around and some palms…and I could not find the plane and the line was breaking up.

I looked to see if the planed turned, it did not. If it ascended, it did not. If it changed course, no. Because I could see the entire clear sky aside from this one trail and there was no plane anywhere before or after the line, nor anywhere else. It was gone.

I was confounded…and secretly delighted. I kept watching the skies, but nothing was there…nothing. I again experienced the power of pure intention as I have several times in my life.

In November 2009, I drove to Georgia from Florida to visit a friend, Burk. While driving to visit, I saw the streaks across the sky with seven planes simultaneously making lines. I was beside myself. I must be able to do something !! This was too much !

I know that I am a spiritual being powerful beyond belief. And that I can create. I know these things because I’ve seen what I can do at times. I decided to muster up what powers of change and creation I could in that moment.

I remembered wiping a plane and chemtrails out of the sky once before…I saw it !…and so I imagined I could do it again. I didn’t want to hurt the pilot/plane so I focused on the trails.

Looking at all the solid white lines, I began wiping the trails with my hand with all the power I could. In a few seconds, I saw each one of them begin to break up.

My intention was to make those chems inert substance….into nothing. I kept doing this during my drive, and I could see in my rear view mirror solid lines breaking up. I decided to have fun with this strange thing I was seeing for the rest of the drive. I was seeing it, and I kept it up. I just kept wiping my hand across the lines with intention to make them inert. I did this for hours. I saw them break up during the whole time. Something in me felt complete.

When I arrived at my friends, I could not help but tell him the story. He listened, and when I finished, he told me his story. Burk said he once was with a group and they were spraying there also. A woman was angry about them and began with her finger to wipe the lines from the sky with her intention. She showed Burk what she was doing and he began to do it also, and the lines began breaking up even more. The other people in the area were witnessing this, and they were showing them they could do this, and some began to break them up with the power of their intentions alone.

During my time with Burk, we would both break them up, and he could see them breaking up too. It’s real.

Burk reminded me that all things are energy, and energy reacts to energy, and so the energy from human thoughts would surely have an effect used with pure intent. This power is real. I have done it, and others have done it with chemtrails. We have the power within us to remove chemtrails and make them inert.

The only deterrent to this power is the individual not believing in their own ability.

I swear to you it works. Try it for yourself, and pass this on to as many people as you can.

We have the power within ourselves to transform anything on this planet, and in the sky.

Beyond Imagining

My friend Sara and I have long talked about how things could happen for good even beyond what we might presently be able to imagine or be aware of. I had a wonderful demonstration of that this week as four of my intentions produced results beyond what I intended.

On Tuesday I had an emergency. I tried to refill my one prescription for natural thyroid supplement and couldn’t get it filled. Not only had my prescription expired, but even if I had a prescription, the pharmacy couldn’t get the exact brand of thyroid supplement I needed. It was no longer being manufactured. And I didn’t have a doctor to give me a new prescription. I had only enough pills for two days.

I took a deep breath and decided as a spirit that I was going to handle this once and for all. I had been having difficulty getting this supplement off and on for more than a year. It appeared I needed to find a new brand, but I didn’t want to. This was the brand that worked best for my body. I had tried them all.

I called a new doctor that had been recommended to me. She saw me the next morning. She immediately called a compounding pharmacy and got me a custom-formulated two-week emergency supply of my exact brand. I didn’t know this was possible. Not only can I get my exact brand, but I can get my exact dose in one pill (previously I had to take five pills of various doses) and the cost was half what I had been paying at the so-called “discount” national chain pharmacy.

Also on Tuesday, I received a phone call cancelling a lecture I was supposed to give on Wednesday. To give this lecture, I would have had to drive three hours each way and stay overnight, so it was really two days off my usual activities–and I wasn’t being paid. On Wednesday, I received a phone call asking if I was available to give a seminar at a conference, for a professional speaking fee plus expenses. Yes! I had done nothing in the physical world to promote myself as a speaker, but I had made a spirit decision to be paid professional fees for speaking. So of course, the free lecture was cancelled and was replaced by a paid speaking engagement for a professional fee. But there’s more…the conference is being held at one of my most favorite hotels in the world–where my husband and I spent our wedding night! We get an all-expense paid honeymoon!

On Thursday, my computer printer broke down twice in ten minutes. It was never a good printer to begin with. The print quality wasn’t good and it printed very slow. Even though I’ve had this printer for six months and didn’t have my receipt, I decided that the store would exchange it for a fabulous printer that I loved. I packed the printer up and took it back to the store. I told them it was a piece of junk and I wanted to exchange it for a better quality printer. Since I am a regular customer there, and they knew that, they did give me an exchange. And I do love my new printer. It is faster, has much better print quality, and gives me a charming little chime when the print job is done. This better printer cost 30% less than the faulty one, so I even had money left over to buy ink.

Also this week, the opportunity arose to get the roof on our house replaced. We do need a new roof on our house. It’s starting to leak and drip right over my desk during a heavy rain, and we have lots of heavy rain here. We had been putting it off because a new roof is a big investment. We needed a roof, so of course a salesman for a roofing company just showed up at our door with a great roof that has a thirty-year guarantee.

But here’s the thing. It turns out that here in Florida there is an “insurance roofing code” and if you build your roof to meet that code you get a HUGE break on your insurance costs–like 79%! Insurance is high here because of hurricanes. The monthly payments to buy the roof were the same as the savings on the insurance premiums plus the savings on our energy bill, plus $15. For practically the same amount of money we were already spending we could save energy and protect all our belongings. Should there ever be a hurricane, our house will be snug and secure and dry, as our roof will withstand 180 mph winds.

Of course, we bought the roof. This is so amazing. We could have gone shopping for a roof and made the best decision we could based on data and logic, but what are the odds that we would have even encountered one of the six roofers in the state of Florida who have the ability to build this special roof that gets the insurance break? We just said “we need a roof” and even though we had no money to pay for one, the perfect roof with the perfect financing just showed up at our door.

Spirit intention is a powerful, powerful thing. Left to operate unfettered by limiting thoughts, it will find the highest good and make it manifest. That is very real to me now.

A Direct Line

The idea of being able to communicate telepathically, that is, spirit-to-spirt without physical means, is something that is very real to me. Of course, we all communicate without words with each other every day with a look or a touch, but beyond that we can communicate across distance without telephones or get someone’s attention even if they aren’t looking our way.

The first telepathic experience I can recall occurred when I was about eight years old.

My mother was very close to her mother, but we lived quite a distance apart. They would write letters to each other almost every day, and every month or two our family would make the four-hour drive from the San Francisco Bay Area to Fresno, California to visit grandma.

My mother always called my grandmother to tell her we were leaving and when she should expect us. On one particular trip, some delay occurred, and we were behind schedule.

When we arrived about an hour after our estimated time, my mother apologized for being late and not calling.

“Oh, I knew you would be late,” said my grandmother. “Debbie called and told me.”

My grandmother said the phone physically rang, she answered it, and physically heard my voice and talked with me. I was in the car with my parents and had not come near a phone.

Many years later I had a telepathic experience that surprised and delighted me–because this time, I had intentionally communicated spirit-to-spirit and the communication was received and acknowledged.

My husband and I were driving down Hayes Street in San Francisco one morning on our way to breakfast, and we stopped at an intersection for a red light. A young mother crossed in the crosswalk with her baby in a stroller. He caught my attention as they passed, wearing a bright, multicolored sweater with matching cap. Though his face was turned away from me, I felt there was a connection of attention with him, and so I silently said, “Hi, baby!”

It didn’t take longer than one second for him to turn his head in my direction. Then he gave me a big smile and waved! Directly to me. Even though I was in a car, behind the windshield, about a dozen feet away.

My Sunflowers

My husband Larry and I were visiting San Francisco, and were staying right downtown, so on Saturday morning we took a walk down to the Ferry Building at the end of Market Street. It used to be the center of transportation for the city in the days when there were no bridges crossing San Francisco Bay, but now it had been turned into a food lovers paradise with vendors of local organic and artisan foods inside, and a thriving farmer’s market on Saturday mornings.

This is the best farmer’s market I’ve ever been to. It takes a good hour just to walk around it and more if you stop to taste all the samples: luscious peaches, nectarines, apricots, strawberries… All the food is locally grown and produced–fruits, vegetables, herbs, cheeses, breads, eggs, other specialty foods, and flowers. I loved the artistry of the food–one stall sold dried figs cut into four, so they dried into a star, another sold their yogurt in charming pottery crocks that could be returned and reused.  The whole energy of the place felt alive and vibrant. All the shoppers had huge smiles on their faces. I loved seeing the children in strollers eating fresh organic berries instead of junk food. As a spirit I felt so uplifted by how much the farmers cared about their food and the love they put into growing and preparing it, and the appreciation and delight of the shoppers, including my own.

I had been to this farmer’s market alone the previous Saturday morning, and this week I brought Larry, insisting he had to experience this special place. The previous week I had purchased an armful of cosmos flowers in varying shades of pink to liven up the impersonal atmosphere of the hotel room, but they had wilted and it was time for another bouquet.

As we passed the first stall that sold flowers, I saw some sunflowers that just took my breath away. They were small for sunflowers, about six inches across, and had a unique extra row of small petals, densely packed, the center that were more intensely yellow, making the flowers look especially bright and vibrant. I was attracted to them right away as a spirit and wanted to buy a bunch.

Larry loved them too, but said, “Let’s wait and buy them just before we leave.” Though there were many bunches of sunflowers at this stall, there were only five bunches of these special sunflowers, and it was a busy morning. They might not be there by the time we had made the round of the whole market. But Larry made sense. It wouldn’t be good for the flowers to carry them around for an hour or more with no water, and I knew he didn’t want to carry them longer than he had to.

I knew I loved these sunflowers and wanted them, but there might be others that I loved more elsewhere! So I made an intention that the flowers I loved most would be available when I was ready to leave the market, and went on.

As we circled around the stalls in that area, we came back to this flower stall, Still there were five bunches. “Let’s buy them now,” I said to Larry, but again he replied, “No, let’s wait until we are ready to leave.” It crossed my mind to buy a bunch and have them hold it for me, but thought, no, if these are the flowers I love most, they will be here when I return, and we went on to the next area of the market.

Though there were other flowers at the market I also liked, my attention kept coming back to these sunflowers with their bright happy faces, so when it was time to leave, we went back to the first flower stall. It was now about an hour and a half later.

There was one bunch of these sunflowers left. Earlier, all five bunches had been in a bucket by themselves, but the farmer had moved this last bunch into a bucket with another variety. Still, I spotted my sunflowers right away.

“Look, Larry,” I exclaimed. “They are still here!” My intention had “held” them just for me.

We bought the last bunch and they brightened our hotel room for a week.

Over and over I’ve noticed the ease in my life when I use my ability as a spirit to direct with intention even the little things of daily life. Everything just all works out in a harmonious way.

Testing One of My Powers as a Spirit

A few weeks ago, a friend suggested that every night at bedtime, I should make a list of twenty-five things I felt grateful for.  My friend said that when she did this she would look for things to be grateful for during the day.  I made a list that night, and the night thereafter, and then found I noticed so many things during the day, far more than twenty-five, that I stopped making the nightly lists.

So, as I noticed these many things during the day, I sometimes  used words like grateful and thank you, sometimes it was more like “wow, this has really blessed me”, or “gee, this sure works out well”, or “I’m so glad I have that”, and I really was amazed at all the good things I was noticing in my daily life.

Three days before Christmas there was a knock at the door and there stood a man who was a friend of my downstairs neighbor before he left his earth body last year.  He handed me a huge bouquet of lilies.  I hardly knew him.  What a lovely surprise!  But why did he do that?

Then I received a Christmas note from an old friend, telling me at length what a great friend I was.  Then I received a notice that a financial matter was resolved in my favor exceeding what I had expected.  The final surprise was finding a gracious thank you note on my pillow, left by the woman who does my laundry.  What a week!   I still didn’t connect the dots.

Then I had a couple of down days.  I had argued with someone and spent a couple of days feeling guilty and ashamed of myself and justifying my behavior.  Obsessing about that didn’t leave much space for feelings of gratitude.  The days I was focused on noticing the good things in my life felt a lot better.

When I next met with my friend, I shared that it sure had been an amazing week.   I said I didn’t know why the man brought flowers.  She said it didn’t matter.  “You created all of it!  See how powerful you are!”  I could also see more clearly the effect of my guilt feelings.

Wow!  Could life be that simple?

This morning I picked up a book  and opened it to the following:

It is said that John Singer Sargent, the painter, would never sell a certain canvas of roses which hung on his studio wall.  No amount of money would induce him to part with it.  He explained, “Whenever I am dispirited, I look at that painting and I say to myself, Sargent, you did that.”  Reflection provides insight, reading gives knowledge and inspiration, but only when these are tested against the hard facts of experience and proven productive do we get a better estimate of who and what we are.

Well, I have tested my spirit ability to feel gratitude and proven it to be productive.  What a great way to begin the new year!

All the Gifts I Wanted

My husband’s family now knows to give me gift certificates for books for Christmas, as I am always buying books. One certificate was from Larry’s parents and arrived by via two emails. I looked at both emails and they were both for $50, so I assumed it was one certificate accidentally sent twice. The other was from one of Larry’s sisters, and arrived printed in the mail. It was for $25.

On New Year’s Eve, I went to online with my gift certificates and began to choose books. I decided as a spirit that I was going to get all the books I wanted and began to choose some books on the subjects of cooking and storytelling. But you know how it is…I started out with a list of five books, but every time you order one, they show you more books they think you will like. By the time I had finished shopping, giving myself free reign to order all the books I wanted, I had ten books in my shopping cart.

The total was $123.83. Much more than the $75 worth of gift certificates. After I entered the gift certificates, I knew the remainder of the balance would be charged to my credit card, and I knew I didn’t have that much credit available on the card. For a moment I considered removing books from my cart, but my intention as a spirit to have all the books I wanted prevailed. “I’m just going to order all these books,” I said to myself, ”and it will become apparent how to pay for them.”

I went ahead and clicked the “Place my order” button. Whoops! I had forgotten to enter the gift certificate number! Now the entire order would be billed to my credit card! I knew it wouldn’t go through.

I went back to modify the payment method for the order and found that I had to change the payment method on each book individually. I had to open a new window for each item on my order and enter the gift certificate number. By the time I used up the printed certificate and the email certificate, I really had my attention on the gift certificate number. Suddenly, I had the thought that I should check the gift certificate number on that second gift certificate email. Sure enough, the second email had a different gift certificate number. There were two gift certificates for $50 each, not one!

I quickly entered the number for the second gift certificate to purchase the remaining books.

After all the books were paid for, and I had used all the gift certificates, there was a credit remaining of $1.17. Of course.

As a spirit, I knew that by being determined to have what I wanted the money would appear, and it did! Within just a few minutes! In fact, all the money I needed was there all along, all I had to do was become aware of it.

If I Must Be a Color

I soar the Elysian fields of ancient souls where Honor is king.
My playground is the spanse of astral plains,
And what you really want me to be is the black on human skin?
Dare I be the fool in accepting this?
Dare I look down at all creation and disempower my Self?
My total Self?

Shall I pull the plug on the Force that gives me my existence
Just to engage in your spiritless fancy?
Shall I make myself less than the Spirit I am?
Is that your wish?
Shall I slip into this armor of limitation you will have me wear?
Shall I?

Very well, but for a second’s blink, and only to exhibit my command.
Woe is the plight of humankind to don such winless misery.
Shame on you for importing such pointless energy.
And should I be this thing, this color which you are driven to have-
If I must be a color to your human eyes,

Then, my friends, today I am chartreuse!