This morning my dream became my reality. This morning I discovered that a lady in California – someone I’ve never met or spoken to – has placed me on her personal list of Inspirational People.
Now wouldn’t that be a coincidence, if such things existed? They don’t. So it’s what Deepak Chopra would call ‘synchrodestiny‘. It’s a perfect example of the power we all have to attract what we focus on.
Earlier this week, on the most bitterly cold day Somerset could muster, two friends came to my door bearing gifts. As they struggled in my tiny hallway to remove backpacks, winter coats and boots, they began to thrust these presents into my hands – some vegetable spaghetti gourds, a beautiful framed photograph of a toadstool, a tub of home-made cake, and a book which, they told me, I ‘needed’.
I thanked them, made steaming mugs of tea and we settled in the living room to chat. I’ll call them Frank and Iona, these friends. Both are warm, wise and very special people.
Our conversation moved to the intentions and aims we were putting out for the future. Iona seemed happy and settled in her chosen path. Frank seemed suspended between exhilaration and consternation at the huge range of possibilities stretching before him, given his multiple skills and talents. I was wondering which direction to take too. Since publishing Life: A Player’s Guide last year, I’d been plied with much advice on how to publicise it, take it forward, move into other media and so forth. Much of it felt uncomfortable, tacky or inauthentic.
My friends gave me another gift. They listened gently and reflected back to me my own wishes and dreams. Frank summarised:
You don’t want to become famous, like the American Mind-Body-Spirit superstars who are blocked and shielded by their media machines from their readers. You don’t want your output to be priced in hundreds of dollars, so that only the rich can access it. You want to keep writing. You have more to say – particularly about the special, and often misunderstood, young people on the autistic spectrum or with other so-called disorders. You want, above all, to get your message to all the people who need to hear it.
That was all it took. No marketing strategy was required. I set my intention and knew that the Universe would do the rest. It always does.
The story doesn’t stop there, though. Not quite. You see for this method to work, we need to be very specific about what we are intending. That message has come through loud and clear over the last few years from a wide variety of sources.
The evening after Iona and Frank had visited, I picked up the book they’d handed me. It was a novel by Richard Bach. I smiled, remembering how Jonathan Livingstone Seagull by the same author had shaped my life when it first came out – how it had changed and expanded my perception and helped me to find aspects of myself hitherto unimagined.
That led me to thinking about ‘my’ other writers – those who had helped to shape my life with their words: Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, Neale Donald Walsch’s Conversations with God, Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Jane Roberts’ incredible Seth books…
I felt a deep inner glow as I remembered them, and a deep longing.
THAT was what I was wishing for – to be one of your writers! I would love to write the words that will enable you to find deeper and more wonderful parts of yourself.
Maybe I’ve already done so.
Maybe those words are yet to be written.
I’ll keep writing and I’ll keep focussing on my intention. If my words are meant to reach you, they will, because both you and I will have intended that.