I’m back in the book, everyone! Wayne and I have reunited after several forays off the official Intention grid. I’ve read Chapter 3 (I can’t BELIEVE I’m only on Chapter 3, but okay) now and I’m thinking about how to live the suggestions he makes.
It’s not easy—a fact that might be obvious given the amount of time it’s taken to jump from Chapter 2 to this one. Nearly two months, if anyone’s counting. At this rate, I’ll reach the end when I’m 75. Then again, I’m a gal who took 16 years (you read that right) to finish a one-year diary given to me on my 9th birthday. That book took me from jump rope to sex, with just about everything in between. But I have people following this blog now, some who don’t know me and love me enough yet to stay with it if I’m not producing. I feel obligated to all of them, and to myself, and I am not going back on this journey, even if it takes me a decade.
With the belief that pure honesty is the only way to do something like this, I have another admission. There is a LOT of talk about God in this Chapter 3, and it is distracting. I’ve read Wayne before and I guess I never realized how much he talks about a Higher Power and Spirit (always with capitals). I have enough thoughts about religion and God to fill a whole other blog, and I won’t go into them all here. Suffice it to say that I have had to resist the doubts in order to move forward. So, I am thinking of “God” as of a metaphor for that thing we can’t see – spirit with a lowercase “S”, if you will. For I can feel wonder looking at trees and flowers and babies, but have no desire to ascribe it to a specific deity. With that in mind, I power on through the chapter and its lessons.
Wayne talks about how the inventors, the creators, did their work by contemplating what was possible. The Wright Brothers, Edison, Alexander Graham Bell, had to take the leap into what was previously inconceivable and imagine the opposite. He talks about those who create something out of nothing. These are my heroes, especially the artists. I can picture Da Vinci in front of a blank canvas, or Beethoven, his hands poised above the keys before the notes are written down. From what was blank and noiseless, by their Intention came portraits and breathtaking symphonies that still resonate hundreds of years later. Since I was little, that has always been my unspoken goal; to create something—anything—that will bring joy and perhaps even last beyond my existence.
The ego resurfaces in this chapter (as it did a bit into that last sentence, I think), and I am lovingly reminded that Intention is not borne from it. Rather, it is by re-connecting to imagination that we are able to manifest into reality what is meaningful. The ego may lead us to material wealth or tangible “rewards”, but peace comes from somewhere else all together. I think about the historical figures that I admire—most share the quality of being focused on something other than the physical. They are interested in the mind, the soul, the happiness and well being of the lives around them. They speak to me in a way that is inspirational, yet simple, and remind me of what holds true value.
In the next part of the chapter, Wayne revisits the seven faces of intention; he talks even more about God and originating Power. I just keep reminding myself to stay with the lesson, and not to get hung up on the word. He talks about manifesting creativity and kindness (to others and to ourselves, often the hardest ones to extend it to, don’t you think?).
I am advised to “be beauty”, which I think leads to recognizing it everywhere. Through anyone who knows me knows that I can be obsessed about things like a good (or very bad) hair day, one of the things I truly enjoy about getting older is the appreciation I’ve gained for uniqueness as beauty. That is, the beauty in a crooked nose or smile, the beauty of a well-worn sofa, the beauty of a shabby stuffed animal (or even a real one) that has been loved. Not to mention the understanding that what is not considered physically beautiful in one place might be the very definition of it another. Or the most important realization–that beauty goes far beyond what the eyes can see.
In order to be expansive and abundant, I know that I must give up the fear that I have relied upon to keep me “safe.” Even as I navigate around the religious-y language in this section, I relate to the idea of my own “unlimited abundance”, for I do believe that the boundaries we set, whether physical or psychological, are often too small and often don’t allow us to see the opportunities that may be just beyond them. That is perhaps my biggest goal—as a dear, dear friend and I once described it—to fuck fear. I’ve done that in small ways, like overcoming my aversion to public speaking to lead resume seminars, which have been quite successful. The first few were painful. The next few, slightly less so, and I have even reached the point where I have a good time. Being at the head of the room is not my natural place, but I have begun to see how opening myself in one area serves me in many others.
Being receptive is the last face of Intention, and I believe that despite my meandering in this journey so far, I have made strides. I have learned to say “Yes” more often, to give myself the chance to learn, grow, and feel. One major piece of this is meditation, which has been on my To Do list for, I don’t know, 20 years? I’m making a mental note to actually open the book I bought on it almost that long ago. Perhaps along with Wayne, it can help me with this process to unearth the Intention that has been buried.
As always, the chapter ends with suggestions. The first is to match my inner speech to my desires. I can be super bad at this—like many others, I am far more likely to chastise myself than to focus on what I’ve done right. The fact that I’ve gotten this to the blog is something though, right? And I know from the past that positive self-talk can indeed yield results.
Next, “Think from the end.” See the desire, the goal being fulfilled and then it can be matched with Intention and overcome any obstacles. Visualization works—I am reminded of 1996 when, after reading and working “The Master Key to Riches” (in some ways the polar opposite of Wayne Dyer in terms of focus), I got my first job as an actual writer after declaring that to be my goal. I was amazed, not to mention a little freaked out, by how well it worked.
Along with this, I must “practice unbending intent” – this blog is the seed of that Intent, which is why I know how important it is that I keep going. I don’t remember when I first learned how many times Edison tried before he got the light bulb right, but the story stuck. I remind myself how impressive top athletes are, and that the reason is because they are committed to the practice and training it takes to get there. Their Intention is solid and certainly unbending. Mine has to be, too.
I have discovered that writing little notes and stuff doesn’t resonate with me. Around January 6, I excitedly created a 2014 Gratitude Jar that was going to fill up with the reminders of how fortunate I really am. It’s still empty. Not that it’s been a year full of misery, but because I just don’t feel moved to write out little notes and stuff them into a jar. Well, Wayne wants me to write the seven faces of intention on index cards and place them around my house. I guess I can do that when I get home, but I may sigh every time I look at them. Perhaps if I include pictures of my heroes, it will resonate? Or tape a piece of chocolate to them as a reward for paying attention… I’ll let you know how it works out next week.
And finally, wouldn’t you know it? The last one tells me to keep the thought of God’s abundance in mind. Rather than fret about the “G” word, I am simply replacing it with “Universe” and staying on track. See how much I’ve grown already?
Looking ahead to next week, it’s about the obstacles to Intention. Kinda feel like I’ve covered that one (it’s called My Life So Far), but I’ll check out what Wayne has to say about it.
To all those on the path of Intention, I wish you courage, imagination, and love—send some back my way, if you get a chance.