From Tara: Manifestations

I finally watched the movie, “Milk”.  A few years late, but really glad I saw it.  I’ve been talking about it to several friends, discussing how crazy it is that that phase in history could go down.   Sometimes my sense of empathy is so intense that it’s hard for me to stop feeling about something that really moves me. Anyway, this movie and Sean Penn’s performance was so great and so inspiring!  I have talked about it for days.
Without going into the whole review of the movie (which I did on my initial posting of this topic), it had such an affect on me.
I wanted to discuss it, ponder it, question it.  Sean Penn did such a great job and I just couldn’t shake the movie out of my mind. 
To think there was such a conditional hatred toward homosexuals during those years just baffles my mind.  Anyway, watch the movie if you haven’t seen it.  I swear I’ve been talking about it for weeks and going on and on about the movie and Sean Penn (I’m not a typical fan).
So–yesterday, as I was standing at the front desk of the Malibu Gym…who walks in the door?  Sean Penn!
He had that familiar intense facial expression and there was no question, Sean Penn was in the house–standing in front of me!
Yes, it’s true, we do get a lot of celebrities at the gym but in my 20 years there, I had never seen Sean Penn.  Manifestations!!!
This is a powerful assurance of our worthiness–just more proof from the Universe that the people and things we are thinking and feeling about come into our reality. 
Yes, some would say the fact that he showed up is pure coincidence, I like to think it was my strong vibration that pulled him into my sphere.
On the same day, I experienced yet another magical manifestation.  On Sunday, a few days before this day,  I had gone to an art gallery opening and met an amazingly creative young man.  He takes items that have been thrown out–mostly furniture and books.  He creates and re-purposes them into various pieces–dressers, stools, chests, chairs, etc. 
They are so charming and gorgeous (www.onebooktree.com).  He is such a talented artist!
As I was admiring the items, I thought of my former client and friend, Rachel Ashwell.
Rachel is the creator of Shabby Chic.
She does similar things with all of her items, she goes to flea markets and gets shabby items and perks them up –not totally rebuilding them, but it is similar.
She has created a multi-million dollar business doing this.
The more time I spent with Devin, admiring his work, the more I pondered the possibility of introducing this young artist’s work to her, perhaps she could carry some of their items in her local Santa Monica Storefront.  It would be a great boost to their beginnings.
It has been about 3 years since Rachel and I have spoken or seen each other, but on this magical day before heading up the long windy canyon for my mountain bike ride, I stopped to get gas at the 76 station.
Who was next to me at the pump?  Rachel Ashwell.  Manifestions!!!
Manifestations are proof from the Universe that you are worthy–that what you’ve been thinking and feeling about really can come into your physical reality.  Simply, manifestations are indications.   I had been thinking and feeling about Rachel Ashwell and Sean Penn a whole lot that week and they showed up.  These are messages for us to pay attention to what we think and feel about,  we just might get it!!!

From Patricia: Carmageddon

"Carmageddon" weekend was fantastic!
One city official said it would be "the mother of all traffic jams."
A European newspaper predicted the entire city of Los Angeles would "grind to a halt."
Happily, all dire predictions turned out to be wrong.
Anticipating gridlock, I left Burbank at 1 pm on Saturday to arrive in Venice Beach by 3 pm.
It took me five minutes to get from Burbank to Hollywood and Highland. The usual thousands of tourists were there, but I kept driving and turned onto Sunset Blvd. By the time I got to Beverly Hills, the street was wide open, only a few cars, so I decided to stay on Sunset.
I drove down Sunset through Beverly Hills, Brentwood and Pacific Palisades. I never take that route to the westside (because it's the roundabout way) but there were so FEW cars out that I had extra time.
I drove past the 405 overpass at the corner of Sepulveda and Sunset---near the Getty Museum. Several people were standing at the overpass, taking photos of the empty freeway.
I ended up on PCH....again, no traffic. So I drove slowly, enjoyed the ocean and eventually found Lincoln Blvd. and my destination--- Nowita Place.
There was hardly any traffic anywhere, even in Venice and Santa Monica.
On the way home, I could have chosen many routes. Again, no traffic. I drove down Washington Blvd. and all of a sudden there was Sepulveda Blvd!
On a whim, I turned left onto Sepulveda and decided to stay on it for as long as I could. The police earlier said they wouldn't allow anyone on Sepulveda if they didn't live in the area.
Well......it was surreal and so much fun! I drove the entire ten miles alongside the CLOSED and deserted 405 freeway. I felt like I had Sepulveda all to myself and I practically did.
At each freeway on-ramp police stood by, making sure no one tried to get onto the 405. I saw a few construction workers and I saw the Mulholland Bridge, which was half torn-down. I also saw several TV news vans on the other side of the freeway. And there were helicopters above me.
But the entire time it was just incredible. No traffic, no gridlock, no people---nothing!
Even at the Skirball Center, there were no cars.
Apparently nearly everyone stayed home or they stayed in their neighborhoods.
It was really fun driving alongside a totally empty 405.
Whenever "Carmageddon" is mentioned in the future, I'll remember how I drove ten miles next to the vacant freeway, instead of staying home like everyone else....!!!

From Patricia: An Encounter

Many wonderful metaphysical writers of the 20th century lived in Los Angeles. Ernest Holmes, who created Religious Science, lived in Palms and Venice Beach for many years. I've driven by his former house on Lorraine St. in Hancock Park., not far from his "Founders Church."
Another favorite of mine, Dr. Joseph Murphy, lived in Beverly Hills off Robertson and Olympic, and I've seen his house. And Neville Goddard (who preferred being called "Neville") lived in the Pico area a block from Beverly Hills.
Murphy and Neville lectured weekly at the Wilshire Ebell Theater throughout the 1960's and early 1970's---Neville on Wednesday nights and Murphy on Sunday mornings.
Every time I drive by the Wilshire Ebell, I think of how amazing it was for "spiritual seekers" of that era----they could actually see Joseph Murphy and Neville every single week if they wanted to!
Neville's daughter, Victoria Goddard, lives in her family house on La Peer Dr. (her beloved dad died in 1972). A friend of mine who runs the Neville Yahoo forum told me she lives there alone and has for many years.
Last Wednesday afternoon I was driving down La Peer near Pico---on my way to Palms--- and said to myself....."I wish I could meet Neville's daughter." Right then, as I drove by the Goddard house--- I saw Victoria get out of her car and carry a bag of groceries to her front door.
Then she went inside the house.
She's tall, thin, has short white hair and is close to 70. She was born around 1941. I wanted to tell her how much I appreciate her dad's wisdom, but I've heard she's a "private person" and doesn't like enthusiastic Neville-ites (like me) bothering her! So I refrained.
Still, it was wonderful to see Neville's daughter. Neville is a legend in the metaphysical world. His books are still published and hundreds of his lectures are available on the internet.
The more I listen to (and read) Esther Hicks' words of wisdom, the more I understand and appreciate Neville, because they share the same beautiful teachings of LOA.

From Patricia: Olivia

My amazing daughter-in-law, Olivia, created an innovative line of furniture just over a year ago. Her company is called "Olli Ella." Starting next week, her furniture will be featured and sold at Harrod's Department Store in London.
Olli Ella is going global and is currently selling in numerous countries, from Australia to Singapore. Upcoming on Olivia's agenda is North America!
She lives, works and plays in the vortex. A positive lesson for all of us!

From Patricia: Snow in Burbank

Snow in Burbank on Saturday February 26----definitely a surprise and delight moment!

From: My Drafting Table Adventure

I had another amusing opportunity to follow guidance instead of logic… (for anyone reading this who doesn’t know me, it will be useful for you to know ahead of time that I am a professional artist, I used to run my own art school, and am the author of craft books.)

It’s been many years since I’ve owned a drafting table, and I wanted a simple, standard, lightweight one, and had been interested in this model pictured, which runs about $200/$250. (Plus about $50 shipping if it’s mail ordered.)

While I was moving into my tiny new garage apartment I started looking on Craigslist. Finally I saw one of these tables for $50, in an area about 20 – 25 minutes away, and excitedly contacted the seller. She was busy for the next couple of days, and suggested that I could check back with her and pick it up in 3-4 days, and that in the meantime, she’d let me know if anyone else contacted her about it. That was fine because I was busy moving anyway.

When it was time to contact her again, I got a strong feeling that I shouldn’t buy that drafting table. I wasn’t happy with that feeling though, and tried to talk myself out of it! I reasoned that this was such a good deal, and I needed it! I struggled with that for a while, finally doing the process where I walked through a virtual reality of buying the table, and another virtual reality of not buying the table, and comparing how I felt. Not buying the table felt better every time I tried that! So, after struggling with the conflict for a while, I finally went with my Inner Being, and told the owner that I wouldn’t be coming to look at it after all.

A few days later, just before driving up to my dad’s place, (which is about 40 minutes away) I was again checking out Craigslist … and I found another one of these very same drafting tables, only this one was listed for $5! (Yep, you read tha right! Five dollars!) And it included a handy, attached tray (which costs about $30 more when bought new.)

I called and asked if there was something wrong with it, and why it was so cheap, and the gal said she just wanted to get rid of it quickly. And her location was just a couple of minutes from my dad’s place!

I told her I’d take it and I was on my way – but as it turned out, that table wasn’t even the “main event”!

The gal who was selling it is a professor at the College of William and Mary, working on her doctorate on creativity - she is interviewing artists for her paper and was VERY interested in me and my artwork! Of course if I had gotten the first table, not only would it have cost more and not had the tray, but then I never would have met this professor!

We traded emails and agreed to keep in contact … and I got another satisfying confirmation of why following my guidance, even when it doesn’t seem to make obvious, rational sense, is always the best thing to do!

From Tara: Baffled by Bottle Brush

I was at the end of taking a group on a hike in Malibu. It was a magical day as always. One of the hikers and I landed on a curb to do some stretching. The tree that lined the curb was a gorgeous bottle brush tree. I mentioned that they happen to be my favorite tree, she concurred–they were her favorite as well.

We simply began basking and appreciating this tree and everything about it and all the others we have seen. She spoke of the bottle brush tree she has in her back yard. We went on and on about this tree, just loving it up!

We said our goodbyes and I was onto the next phase of my day. A few hours later as I was driving to my next appointment, there was a bunch of traffic on the main street so I chose to take a side street. As I drove block after block after block, all I saw on each side of the street was bottle brush trees. I was literally immersed in bottle brush trees. Every size and shape was represented on this street–some were groomed and some were wildly growing in every direction.

All I could do was gasp and tears began rolling down my face. This was clearly the power of the universe bringing me more of what I was so fervently appreciating earlier. Oh, to be sure, Law of Attraction abounds and is at work in every part of our days. Are you noticing?

From Tara: Sebastian

My dog, Sebastian, decided to run out of the gate when it opened. This is something he has done before but always returns within 20 minutes. Usually, we just know he’ll be coming home soon and he does. He just needs to run wild and get a thrill. This time though, after two hours had passed, I became a bit anxious.

My Facebook status up-date from the previous day was “Worry is a waste of your imagination”. I was to be tested on this day!

I decided to cancel my Christmas party plans and stay home in case anyone found him and called the number on his tag. No calls. I kept seeing him, in my mind’s eye, coming up to the gate and looking up into my eyes like he always does with that intent, sensitive, sweetness.

Unfortunately, I also had visions, although brief, of him being stuck in the canyon with Coyotes surrounding him or somewhere on the street involved with a car.

As quickly as those visions entered my mind, I pushed them out with visions of him looking into my eyes. I told my house mate that he was probably laying on a nice lawn somewhere just enjoying the moments. She was doubtful but I had seen him do this on our walks so often that I didn’t doubt it. I was hopeful but becoming more anxious by the hours that passed.

Several hours had gone by now. After walking the neighborhood, driving the neighborhood and checking out the canyon behind the house, I had to go to sleep. At 5am, after 15 hours had passed, Sebastian arrived home. My house mate let him in the house and I could hear the familiar running down the hallway. I jumped up and ran into the hall. “Is that him, is he here”?

As he had ran out the back door and heard my voice, he ran back in and looked at me with those eyes. My vision came true!

I have no idea where he had been for 15 hours. This was the first time he’d been gone for more than 20 minutes. I truly believe that my vibration and love for him, pulled him to me. I kept seeing and feeling his loving presence out there enjoying life and seeing his loving eyes staring me down. I am so grateful that I used my imagination to see what I wanted to see instead of worry about what I didn’t want to see. I am grateful and I love this dog!

From Tara: Lost Keys.

What happens when you lock your keys in the car? Do you get stressed and mad or do you stay calm and know that there is an answer that may come without having to deal with calling AAA?

My friend and I had driven 45 minutes to ride a new trail in Malibu on our mountain bikes. We were enjoying the morning, getting our bikes ready and our gear together when the wind blew my door shut.

Unfortunately, I had pressed the lock button and my car key was in my camelback which was on the front seat. Hmmm, my trunk was still open though. We looked and sure enough there was a latch that when depressed may open through to the back seat.

While my friend pushed and pressed and prodded, she could not get that trap door to open. This was all after fishing through all the ingredients in my trunk. I store lots in my trunk! She asked me to help push so we both dove head first into my trunk while our butts were the only visible part of our bodies–we were pushing together and still to no avail.

I had to laugh, really hard. Here we were, butts to the world, and I imagined what it would be like if someone were to pull up on that scene! We then called over two guys who were also in the process of getting on their bikes. They tried as they might but also with no luck. Even though the sun was beating down and we couldn’t just get on our bikes and ride because all my hydration was locked in my car, we laughed and just relaxed about our conundrum! Somehow we just knew there was a way into the car without having to go through the drama of calling AAA.

As I sorted through the trunk gear hoping to find a wire hanger, I found a 6 pronged pants hanger made out of thick plastic. I held it up and we both laughed because that certainly wouldn’t be maneuverable enough to open the lock from outside. Well now wait a minute…I noticed each level clasped together and if it clasped together it must clasp apart.

I unclasped one of the rows and marched over to the passenger door which had the window cracked. It was so darn easy, I stuck the plastic down the cracked window, pushed on the lock and it was open!

The moral of the story for me was…it is what it is and if you stress about it, that won’t help. We were relaxed and having fun. We both seemed to trust that there would be an answer and together with that mindset, we made what looked like a “no way” situation into a “not a problem” situation.

Lately, it seems like all cooperative components come to my rescue. I like the way it feels to trust that everything will always work out. Life is good and I just feel like getting out there and living it more fully!!!

From Tony: My own dear Chris!

My beloved Chris wrote this today, it was truly a Surprise and Delight!

Hiya,

Here's a lil sample from an interview with Liam Neeson. The intriguing line about FEAR caught my attention.

One hour earlier, he tells the story of a motorcycle accident he lived through in 2000. This riffing off a discussion of fear, of getting knocked out cold in the ring as a teenager; of the fearsome IRA legend Michael Collins, whom he played in the movie; fear upon leaving Belfast for Dublin and Dublin for London; fear upon leaving London for L.A. and L.A. for New York — none of it sounds really scary. It's just fear as abstraction, fear as thesis statement. Sounds like a guy looking back and marking time

I like the take on it...that Fear is ONLY created in the mind, in Abstraction. When there are holes in the New Story we are starting to tell, we tend to user "filler" from the 'FEAR' bin as a placeholder. Why do we do that, and how can we get rid of the 'FEAR' bin all together? Simply knowing it's like a crutch, a default choice or option that we humans tend to stear towards first....well, that's instilled in us culturally. So, part of telling our New Story MUST include severing ties with "cultrual convention", the best example of why we need to sever ties with the past because of how it anchors us to not only our past story but also our old patterns of behavior. Why do we choose to repeat the very behaviors we long to erase? Just like we keep going back to the FEAR bin, we also keep using the same Rulebook (more like a scrapbook) of past plans the worked, kinda worked, or even failed us miserably. Guess what, we need to trash that too.

Why are new stories so needed in everyday life...movies, TV, and books? How do the most prolific and celebrated artists of all disciplines get that way? Picasso and Stravinsky were masters of this survival technique...re-Invention. They frequently decided to redefine the terms by which they worked, which in turn, redefined their lives from the inside out. By simply changing how they created their art, they changed their world around them like ripples on a pond.

The Ripple Effect is REAL. As our vibration emits out from us, is resonates with the Universe and bounces back to us amplified. So, let's retune our vibration on the simplest, easiest level. Let's find a new way to live. Let's reinvent our Universe on our terms. The simplest things have the most resounding effects, the deepest joy, the happiest outcome.

-C

From Patricia: Desi's House

My mom has always adored Desi Arnaz. When it comes to "loving" either Lucy or Desi, she chose Desi long ago for his charm, charisma and personality!
Whenever I drive to San Diego, I always travel from Oceanside to Del Mar on Pacific Coast Hwy., one of my favorite destinations. I LOVE visiting Del Mar. And Desi loved that beautiful town, too! He lived in a beachfront house in Del Mar from 1960 until his death in 1986.
On my most recent visit to San Diego, I decided I would locate Desi's former house in Del Mar and take a photo of it for my mom.
An internet search told me he had lived at 1920 Ocean Front.
I happily drove down PCH, basking in the joy of being both in the vortex AND in Del Mar! I didn't have a map or GPS with me, so I had NO idea how to find Desi's house. There are countless cul-de-sacs, gates and private driveways surrounding the beachfront cottages, which give the community an air of mystery and exclusiveness. And the street addresses are difficult to decipher.
Trusting my inner guidance, I was inspired to park one block from the ocean.
I said "Okay, Divine Source---lead me to Desi Arnaz's house right now. I don't know where it is. YOU have to show me because there are probably 300 houses overlooking the ocean in this part of town and the street addresses aren't visible. Amd I don't know where Ocean Front Dr. is, either."
I glanced over to my right and amazingly----I was parked right in front of Desi's house! A small street sign said "Ocean Front." The number "1920" was on the garage door-----barely visible, but there it was.
I was thrilled---Source had magically led me to Desi's house with no effort on my part. I got out of my car, discovered a nearby pathway leading to the ocean, and found the front of his house as I strolled along the sand, only 20 feet from the waves.
I was overjoyed at how easily I found Desi Arnaz's house, but not surprised.....because I was in the vortex!

From: Theresa,: Out of Thin Air

OMG!!!! You know how I am My Friend, at pulling stuff out of thin air. Well, I have done it again! I simply can't believe it!! I swear!! I just had to come home and immediately write and tell you because NO one believes me!!

It started 2 months ago when I went into this upscale little boutique with a verrry wealthy friend and saw this absoooolutely darling little winter hat that fit me so perfectly. I have a small head (big brain ) but hard to fit head for a hat and I loved it but admired it and watched her shop and left. She filled out a card with my birthday (Jan 6th ) and I got a happy bd card from the shop with a 20% discount for the month of January. Oh big deal I thought, not my kinda store,,,,YET!! shoved the card in my overloaded purse. Well today I drove by the store and they had a sign outside,, 50-80% off,,winter clearance! ah ha!! My hat!! I went in. Oh crap, no hat with the very few left, I ask about it and was told they sold out fast because they were so fashionable. I thought , I want it soooo bad! I walked by the shelf that I and the cashier had just looked through so carefully, removing what few hats were left to no avail and I stopped dead in my tracks. There it was in the front, all by itself in MY size!! My hat!! the girl asked where I got it ? I told her on the shelf with the other 4 hats and she acted like I was nuts! I was crying. I still am. It was marked $15. It costs $45!! She couldn't understand and she had to sell it to me for that! I then gave her my birthday card for 20% off! She had to sit down on her stool! She said nothing like that had ever happened and she had to make a call to the owner! The owner told her to sell it as the price dictates with my card!! The owner asked to speak to me and said it was an indication that I was to be a customer in the future and welcome to their store!
I never cease to be amazed AIR, Life is Good and we ARE powerful if we let go and simply live it!!