Hiring Heavenly Help

A few years ago I met Jean Slatter at a dowsing event and she talked about her soon-to-be-published book called “Hiring the Heavens.”

The basic idea is that just like you have a physical Yellow Pages here on Earth there is also a heavenly Yellow Pages (if you make it so). Just like you would hire “earthly” people to help you with certain tasks, you can go to the heavenly Yellow Pages and hire heavenly angels to do work for you. We tend to dismiss anything we can’t see or touch, even if others rave about its power. Before you dismiss this one, read about some ways these heavenly helpers have helped me over the past few years.

Mother-Daughter Experts:
For example, I have a team of “mother-daughter experts” whose responsibility is to help us get along, to communicate and to always love each other. I hired this group of angels to step in powerfully when she and I fight and to be with us as our permanent counselor. And since I’ve hired these angels our relationship has become a lot more open and peaceful.

Note, I have hired angels on a permanent basis and others on a temporary basis. I use the same system as any employment agency would.

Technical Team:
I have “hired” an entire group of “traffic angels” to make sure my car starts, to make space for me when I enter a freeway, to provide a parking space when I get to wherever I need to get to, to serve as a buffer between me and other cars in case anyone comes too close, and an entire group of angels to make sure the mechanics in my car works smoothly. I hire temporary teams when I fly in an airplane and always visualize legions of angels around my plane, and a welcome team to ensure a safe landing, and so on.

I hold literal staff meetings with my angels while I’m driving. This is the time everyone thinks I’m talking on the hands free phone, when in reality I’m talking to my success team of angels. This meeting is to uplift and congratulate the angels for a job well done and to give them new jobs. I’m the CEO of my life, they are my invaluable and invisible helpers.

My Health Team:
I have an entire army of angels that are here to clean out my physical body on a second by second basis. Their job is to transport all the dead cells swiftly and speedily, to make room for the new cells so my body is strong and healthy. I have angels whose job it is to give my physical and etheric bodies gentle heavenly massages to flush out any toxins. I have communication experts that are in charge of making sure there is order within my body and to let me know when it is time to rest. I have not been sick in several years, not even a cold or a terrible headache. Instead I subconsciously know when to take it easy and when to push myself. I listen to them and my body rewards me with health, stamina and amazing energy and health.

Relationship Team:
The slew of experts I have in this department almost borders excess. I have an individual therapist, a relationship therapist, a psychologist and a psychiatrist, anything from cupid to “the devil’s advocate” and anything in between. I want to make sure that I’m not wasting time in this department or get involved when hearts get broken. I have asked to get my karmic lessons without actually having to get involved with anyone. So I have a team of past-life experts who in detail know what my lessons are with certain people (because they were there and they know). Just because I don’t remember all of my previous life times in detail doesn’t mean I can’t call on my angels to help guide me. So I meet men all the time, but never get involved more than an introduction, a handshake and perhaps a dream or vision about my karmic lesson with this person. So rather than getting involved I am able to work through the same karmic work from a distance and in a fraction of time. I admire and adore my helpers for this support!

And of course I have an entire legion of match-maker angels who are paving the path for him and I to meet at the most appropriate time and in the most fun ways, when the time is perfect for both of us. And then I have a “consciousness angel” whose job it is to always keep my eyes and ears open so that I am aware of who comes into my life and why.

The Sifter Team:
I have an entire “sifter team” whose job it is to sift through relationships for me. Just like a tree some people come into my life as a leaf and are blown away at the slightest blow of the wind, they're here perhaps for a season. Others are branches that seem strong but as soon as I need to lean on them for support they crumble. And others are part of the trunk, visible and strong and part of who I am in this life. And others are part of the root, invisible in my day-to-day life, yet part of why I am here. Without these people I couldn’t be here. My sifter team is here to prune this tree, even when it hurts, and to clean up and prepare the tree for the new season.

I have an entire list of teams of angels that are helping me. And I know it sounds super funny or weird almost, but I can’t tell you how much this works in my daily life. I am forever grateful for Jean Slatter for writing this book.

Remember that the most beautiful and most powerful things ever are the things that are SIMPLE. This system is not only simple, it truly works! It is only restricted by the figment of your imagination. So go out there and ask for what ever you want and enjoy receiving it!

Hope!

I have been super privileged to get a contract with an amazing organization that provides a one-stop shop where high-potential, lower-income women receive training to start and grow their business. Their mission is to build the entrepreneurial capacity of women to overcome economic and social barriers and achieve self-sufficiency. Having spoken in front of thousands of people in the real estate industry, most of my previous clients were men. It was a financial world, analytical, left-brained, logical and number oriented. Yes, there were women in my audience, but time and time again my audience consisted of 80-95% men. I remember feeling comfortable in that environment because I didn’t feel judged; it was about the subject topic not about me. It was easy and simple: provide the data, make sense and be logical and get out.

Speaking in front of women is a whole new ball game and it has been calling me to new heights. I feel not as easy and “at home” with women than I do with men. And that's why I'm probably doing what I'm doing - so I can learn and grow and give back more value. And yes, this is certainly traced back to my own childhood. I got along much easier with my Dad than I did with my Mom. There always seemed to be judgment and jealousy from my Mom, even to this day. Whether in reality or just in the figment of my imagination – it doesn’t matter. I simply am more comfortable around men. They are who they are, they generally speaking don’t put up a façade and they don’t really change personalities in order to impress anyone. Left is left and right is right, and there's isn't much in between. What you see is what you get type of thing. I find women a lot more complicated and complex, and perhaps because I am more masculine oriented in my thinking, I struggle with the drama of most women. And yes, this is a gross generalization and there are certainly exceptions.

Now back to these women. My class of women is completing their 22 class program today - they are graduating! And in many ways I feel like the proud mama-hen today, helping them fly out of their nests and go out there into the real world and live their dream. They each had a flame burning inside of them, a dream to one day start and own their own businesses. It was my job to bring forth that flame and help them put it into words in form of a business plan. Now the entire world can read about their "flame," which for many is a scary thing. Having been with these women over these past few weeks has humbled me big time. They have obstacles that make me want to cry, and yet they still come, they persevere and their persevere some more and their belief in their dream has pushed them and spurred them on to not give up. In spite of their obstacles.

So what does this have to do with you, my readers?

We get stuck on the rat’s wheel in our every-day lives. Taking care of our employer, rather than becoming an employer, we dedicate our jobs to our family, at least that's the excuse, our children (when all they want is our time), our pets (because they're so helpless), our lawns and our houses (because we carry the mortgage). We go to the grocery store and do our 3,000 thousand mile oil change like clock work. We are human-doings. We become zombies and fall asleep and go through life having lost and even having forgotten our dream to one day make a real difference in our lives and those of others. We may have thought that we would make a difference by winning the Olympics or by building a multi-billion dollar company, and those dreams are long gone. But what about making a difference in just one or two people’s lives today?

Here is a challenge for you today. Go buy a cup of coffee and a pastry and then drive around until you see a homeless person begging for money. Bless the coffee and the pastry and hand it to him or her and wish them the greatest day ever. Look into their eyes when you hand it to them and let them see your teeth like only your dentist knows your teeth (smile!). It might be the only smile they'll get for a long time... And here comes the kicker: don’t tell anyone that you did this. Hold it in and let your feeling of gratitude be with you and you only…then watch what happens - you'll be amazed.

Much grace and courage for everyone today!

Letting Go - Moving – Changing – New Beginnings

Four years ago and after an almost 15 year marriage my husband and I separated; a year later my daughter and I moved on by selling the house she grew up in and moving into a townhouse. We needed a new beginning, a new start, in a new place where we would make new memories…

After 3 years we left this townhouse only 3 days ago and have settled into a new place once again. Well, the place isn’t new, in fact it’s an old house in the hills of Mill Valley, only a hundred yards away from the Bay and a gorgeous jogging and bike path that stretches over several miles into Sausalito.

While the surroundings are definitely a lot more convenient and much more beautiful (see photo here of the actual dog park by the tree on the left, taken by Dan Heller), the actual living space is not beautiful at all. I am finding myself sitting here and wondering how I ever got to this place. Then I ask myself what “this place” really means. Who is it that is judging? What is “this place” and why does it feel and sound like a complaint? After all, I pay $1000 less rent per month, which is a huge deal, and have at least 50% less traveling to do in my car because of this new location. And on and on I could go with the positives. Yet, I'm stuck on the negatives...

While emptying boxes with a slight to moderate attitude about various things, I wondered how I had become such a snob. Why was this new place “not good enough” or “beneath” what I should have at this stage in my life? Who says how things should be anyhow? Why was I so darn unsatisfied about seemingly taking a few steps backwards rather than forward? After all, I moved into a space half the size giving away more than half of my belongings, none of which was older than two years…Why this rumbling complaining?

I still needed to go pick up our one year old puppy from my friend who kept him for a few days while we took care of the move. Here is a picture of our little "ham." We picked him up and he sat on my daughter’s lap while driving to our new place. I was about to witness a great miracle, perhaps with little to no meaning to anyone, except me. And I will share it nonetheless…

Here are some pictures of the views I enjoyed in the townhouse I just moved out of. Pictures of the new place are soon to come. I was in particular exited to show him his new yard. We moved from a townhouse on a hill with 3 balconies but no yard, to the bottom half of a duplex with a yard just for him (and us of course). I was certain that he would want to spend most of his time in the yard playing around and being outside. How wrong I was.

After he sniffed along the path to his new place he "christened" his one new bush and walked into his home and jumped up at us squealing of joy to see us after having been gone all these days (he was gone for 3 days). He kept jumping on our laps as if he hadn’t seen us in 3 decades. We walked him around the yard but he wasn’t interested in anything except being close to us and showing us how much he missed us.

This is his second day here at this new place and while he seems to have settled in just perfectly, all he seems to be interested in is being close to one of us. He was like this at our old place; he hasn't changed, his attitude is still the same: he wants us; he doesn't care about the new surroundings, the yard, the new dog park (the old one was just fine). All he cares about it being close to us and spending time with one of us.

We went to the new dog park twice today and he doesn’t care about the new dogs as much, he just cares about being able to run around while smelling all the new aromas on the field and he doesn’t leave my side.

Why is it that we as human beings can’t or won’t adjust to change as quickly and as willingly as our “best friends” do? All they care about is being close to us. Yet when we are about to change our lives we start to worry about everything else except the people that we want to be closest to in the first place. Being in this new place allows me to work part time and remain a stay-home Mom to my teenager daughter. She is almost 15 and last night she asked me to snuggle in her bed with her before I go to bed. Such a bond between mothers and teenage daughters is not an every-day occurance and I am realizing that just like my puppy displays affection so openly, my daughter wants to spend time with me too (even though she has a teenage way of expressing it at times). Yet how often have I sacrificed my time with my child for a better place to live (and said that I do it for my family)?

So I’m learning once again that I need to live in the moment. Thinking ahead has its time and place and is certainly advantageous when applied correctly. Unfortunately I find myself worrying more than anything when I think of anything other than just this very moment, which is all I have in reality anyway. No value can ever be place on Time. Time is all anyone ever wants. So much so that we pay therapists big bucks for them to give us the undivided time and attention that no one else in our lives seems to give us!

I’m realizing that I have not meditated as much and as thoroughly and deeply and as freely as I used to in the past. These past few weeks have been stressful, the packing, the selling and giving away of furniture, helping my landlady find a new tenant for my old place and helping 4 women graduate this Wednesday by helping them get their first business plans together, has all been a lot of work. I also launched my new website, http://www.inspirationtolive.com, and although it’s a work in progress, it was a lot of writing and designing with still more to come.

Many of you are out there keeping busy for good reasons and not so good reasons. No matter what your reasons are and in "what name" you do it for (supposedly), don't forget that you can't buy the present time with money, no matter how hard you try. Although I have quite a few things I can “check” off my to-do list, I have to continually ask myself: “What have I REALLY accomplished over these past few days/weeks/months? Whom have I really, really helped? Has my life and my existence meant something to anyone over these past few weeks? Was anyone glad that I was here? Or was my life in vain over these past few months?”

I don’t ever want to spend days in vain, or even hours. I want to walk in this four-layered body suit of mine with intention and consciousness and purpose through this journey called life. And so I am at peace and I rest that there is a grander purpose for me to be here on this street, in this town, in this little place at this moment in time. It’s not forever, it’s just for now…

So wherever you are, good or bad, know that it’s only temporary. But also acknowledge that you got yourself there and that it is by your choice that you are where you are. And it will be by your choice to move on from where you are now, to a new place that hopefully represents growth on your evolutionary journey.

I am sending you blessings and love and only rays of sunshine to brighten your journey!

When Sex Becomes a "Weapon"

Exciting things are happening over here. My daughter and I are moving to a new location, new place, new surroundings, new city. We’re both exited and nervous at the same time, and exhausted because we only have one more day to finish packing and giving away what we can’t take with us. We are moving into a space half the size. It’s so great to de-clutter!

Before I log off for a couple of days, I just had to write to everyone because this has been a burning question on my mind.

A man was telling me that he had been having a really rough time in his marriage and while counseling keeps a band aid on things, it is not fixing the overall issue; which of course is a mismatch in their chemical make-up (their blood runs on a different frequency). Meanwhile, feeling stuck in his marriage and tied down by his obligation, his promise and his desire to want to do the right thing, he is giving up more and more of himself, in order to keep the oh-so-detrimental promise: “Until Death Do Us Part.”

A friend of his told him that “it’s cheaper to keep’er” in the long run. "Yes, but at what cost," I asked him. He is the only bread winner while she’s at home spending most of his money. It’s driving him insane how she can spend money.

Then we got to talk about their sex life and sadly enough, when a couple has sex 2 times per year (yes, you heard me right, per year), then it may be time to sit down and do some serious meditating (soul searching as some would call it). I asked him if he ever cheated on her and he said “no,” although he’s been tempted and opportunity definitely has been calling. While he does not seem the type to go out and do the dishonorable thing, when is Enough enough and when is his breaking point?

Women can go without sex for a long, loooong time, without even missing it. This is especially true once they have little children running around. For most women sex is primarily emotional, not physical. So if the emotional needs can be met taking care of their children and by spending lots of money, why should she give up her body when she doesn’t feel like it? It takes a really strong woman to continually work on her own sexuality and to continue fostering those feelings of Want for her partner and to realize that men do work differently physically and to continually deny them their body is like a death sentence to their marriage.

It’s a sad, sad situation and yet so true for so many couples. I was one of those couples not too long ago, and I remember the years when our frequency of sex was 2, perhaps 3 times per year. Ouch.

If you look at it from his side, is it any wonder if he would end up cheating on her? He’s working hard, making all the money, coming home to a wife who instead of taking care of his physical/sexual needs is handing him receipts for more things she bought while he was gone. He’s caught in the middle because he cannot bare leaving his children. Knowing the court system of today, most fathers are truly getting the shorter end of the stick. This includes the dead-beat Dads and the good Dads.

He has met a woman who is single, has not had any sex in quite a few years herself and has absolutely no intention of breaking up anyone’s marriage. Yet their sexual tension nonetheless exists, they are attracted to each other and while they agree not to dishonor and hurt anyone, the tension gets tighter and tighter, as if a rubber band is being pulled apart. When the rubber band snaps, what do you think will happen?

Is it any wonder if this man “breaks” and “gives in”? Could anyone blame him?

So what is the solution, not only for these people here, but for everyone out there who is in the same situation?

When is Enough enough?

I am still meditating on this one because I feel too close to the situation since I know this man and I can see his pain in this face. I have never been cheated on and I have never cheated on anyone. But I do remember the temptation when I felt rejected by my husband over and over. I was there and if the right opportunity would have presented itself, perhaps I would not have been strong enough to keep my promise.

This man loves his children more than anything and doesn’t want to lose them. At the same time he’s a man with needs and wants and desires, which he does not get met by his supposed life partner.

What’s a man to do?