Copyright © 2009 RadiantLight
I sure wish I had a new pair of shoes… “I just wish I had feet to put them on.”
I sure wish I had a nice juicy steak right now… “I wish I just had a stove to cook it on.”
I wish I could afford more food… “I wish I could afford any food.”
I wish I didn’t feel like I’m dying from this cold… “I wish I weren’t dying.”
I wish it was a sunny day… “I wish the drought would end.”
I wish I could get a new house… “I wish I could get a house.”
I wish I could go dancing tonight… “I wish I wasn’t paralyzed for the rest of my life.”
I wish I wasn’t so fat… “I wish I wasn’t anorexic.”
I wish I had a million dollars… “I wish I had a dollar.”
I wish my dad was alive… “I wish I could find my missing daughter.”
I wish I hadn’t been raped… “I wish I hadn’t been murdered.”
I wish I could find a husband… “I wish I could find a friend.”
I wish I could get a better job… “I wish I could get a job.”
I wish I was an attorney… “I wish I was a secretary.”
I wish I was famous… “I wish I wasn’t infamous.”
I wish I could find happiness again… “I wish I could find it even once.”
I wish I wasn’t sick… “I wish I wasn’t terminal.”
I wish I could get a car… “I wish I could get a license.”
I wish I could get out more… “I wish I wasn’t imprisoned.”
Copyright © 2009 RadiantLight
Use them all in unison, or use a few. Just have fun while you do!
- Ask that Universal Source bring further financial abundance into your life. After, light green candles. Leave them burn for one hour, while you hold in thought the idea of financial freedom. Repeat daily for one month.
- Get 25 one dollar bills. As you go about your day, while asking that Universal Source bring further financial abundance into your life, drop each of the bills here and there.
- Pick up every coin you see on the ground, even if a penny. Each time you do, thank Universal Source for adding to your financial abundance.
- Place the number eight in your workplace, or where you keep your monthly bills. You can paint a number eight, take a picture of a number eight, mold one out of clay, etc.
- Purchase play money, then scatter it in drawers in your house, while holding the thought of abundance.
- Place a statue of a frog pointing toward the entrance of your home. Put a coin near the frog. Every five days, remove the coin. Replace the coin after two. Do this as long as you keep the frog there.
- Keep 8 black fish.
- Meditate, while holding thoughts of money in your mind.
- Imagine yourself rich.
- Buy a deck of Tarot cards. Pull from them any of the cards which signify financial abundance to you. Place these around your home.
- Build a financial abundance alter. (This can be any small table in your home). Place coins, a couple of bills, 2 green candles, 1 white candle, and a money bag on alter. Ask that your life be filled with financial abundance, and light all candles. Repeat this process daily.
- Prior to sleep make mental pictures of money falling from trees. Hold this image until you doze off.
- Pray. Pray. Pray. Ask enough, and eventually you will succeed.
- Burn sage in each room of your house while holding thoughts of financial freedom.
- Ring a bell in every corner of your house while holding thoughts of financial freedom.
- Close your eyes. Make a mental picture of a world globe covered in shiny, metal dollar signs. Then see yourself standing before the globe and becoming magnetized. Watch all the dollar signs attach to you.
- See yourself having all the money you need.
- Put ten dollars in an envelope. Drop it randomly.
- Each time you purchase ANYTHING thank Universal Source for your ability to do so.
- Make a financial gratitude box. Write down on an index card each financial blessing (no matter how small) you do have.
- Imagine yourself paying each of your family member’s bills for one month.
- Place a fake bill (any denomination) in your wallet.
Copyright © 2009 RadiantLight
Oftentimes my clients are struggling with relationship energies that are emotionally debilitating. They feel as though they have no choice, one which would allow them to walk away from an individual who is less than expected, or less than deserving of their devotions, because even the thought of it leaves them in sadness and fear.
Some have attempted to leave a miserable situation behind, have even gone so far as to sustain it for a period of time, but find that no matter the conviction of their heads, their hearts scream, I must return! And sooner or later, they find themselves held prisoner to their emotions, which wind them up, and toss them down, back into the very circumstance they’d attempted to free themselves from.
When they think about their current situations, and the sense that they are making a mistake hanging in there (despite what seems to be insurmountable odds) they begin to wonder if they are weak, maybe stupid, or even insane, for what rational person would do what they are doing, in an attempt to hold on to this thing called love? And it is here, that they begin to feel they are residing in some fantasy land of desire, desire which borders on delusional response to a chemical attraction, linked to the object of their desires.
They feel that there is something wrong with them, for there must be, they think, to feel so connected to another, another who is treating them poorly, or one who is unavailable emotionally, physically, or otherwise, and especially in the case where the other has no sense of connection to them. Perhaps, they ponder, it is a fatal attraction. Perhaps worse, they are obsessive compulsive. Perhaps they are just plain and simple, idiots, mired in self-deception.
Perhaps it is so. It could be. There are certainly stranger things in life, which occur to create feelings of insanity in our lives. However, I would like to pose, that just as it is a possibility that each of the above thoughts could be true, there is another explanation which may also hold merit. And it is this possibility, I wish to explore.
99.9% of my clients are professionals of one sort or another. They are people who have their lives together. For the most part, they are homeowners; hold jobs as therapists, attorneys, entrepreneurs, writers, actors and actresses, pilots, stewards and stewardesses’, stockbrokers, investors, web designers; some are even other psychics, or healers, and the list goes on.
Many have children, some are very wealthy, and others are on the quest for the ultimate fulfillment of their purposes. They have families they are devoted to, and friends who would help them in any way requested. They are people who know what they want, and know where they are going, even if the direction is unclear.
So what’s my point? My point is: I’m not dealing with a bunch of weaklings here. Nor am I dealing with psychos, crazies, stupidos, dummies, or otherwise. Instead I am dealing with many people who have lives that are admirable by most standards, yet they still have this one area of their lives which feels out of control.
I hear them say, “My friends tell me I’m nuts, and that I should just walk away from this.” Or, “My counselor tells me I’m hanging onto the impossible, and that I need to begin taking steps to protect myself, and get to the bottom of why I feel the need to be in a relationship which is so harmful.” And finally, “Everyone in my family hates this person because of the way I am treated. They all think I’m crazy to stay!”
And then:
“I know I shouldn’t be in this relationship, and I know I should walk away and never look back, and God knows I’ve tried, but something just keeps pulling back, like I’m stuck, and no matter what I do, I can’t get out. It’s just too strong, and I don’t understand it, but I feel like such a failure.”
Sound like anyone you know? If so, read on, and consider this:
You may not be crazy! You may not be weak! You may not be obsessive compulsive! You may not be insane! You may not be stupid! You may not be dumb! You may not be desperate! In fact, you may be one of the most intuitive people on the planet. Because Instead of the choices above (those which seem to imply that there must be something wrong with you) you may instead be involved in a karmic tie/soul contract relationship, and this has NOTHING to do with your head, and everything to do with your heart.
Your friends, family, and therapists may all tell you in one way or another, to get out of the relationship that harms you. Why? There are two reasons:
Number one: they love you, care for you, and are looking out for your best interests.
Number two: they are leaving out the most important aspect of the relationship, which is the spiritual component: the karmic tie.
When you logically and analytically evaluate your relationship, and the evidence leads you to one, and only one, reasonable course of action, and the course of action is to leave the relationship, but despite your best attempts to do so, you find yourself mired there, you may be involved in a karmic tie relationship.
A karmic tie/soul contract relationship has one major distinction which separates it from an ordinary relationship, and the distinction is: Despite logical and analytical evaluation which indicates otherwise, you have a compellation to remain in the relationship. And with this, I am here to announce to you, that no matter what you do, no matter where you try to run, until the relationship is resolved, you will find yourself dancing there, even if the dancing is solo.
You see? It ain’t over ‘til it’s over, and when it’s over, you’ll be the first to know! You won’t be calling your friends for advice. You won’t be seeking the help of a therapist, so that you can get fixed. And you won’t be calling me for predictions.
Why? Because just as you KNOW, there is something beyond what meets the eye, that keeps you there… there, in the relationship that makes you feel nuts, crazy, weak, and stupid, you’ll KNOW when it’s over. And when it’s over, you’ll finally feel you have a choice in the matter, a choice which up to now has eluded you.
“So how will it end? When will it end? And what about free will? What about my own choices in the matter? Are you saying there is no way out, other than to tolerate the intolerable?” You ask. And here, I must answer:
Stay tuned. The answer to these questions, and many others, are chapters in themselves. And chapters which I will address in future blogs, in the meantime though, if you find yourself here, I would like to leave you with this:
You are NOT helpless. The situation is NOT hopeless. You are NOT broken. You are not all the negatives your mind conjures. You are not a victim. Instead, you are a spiritual being trapped in human container, experiencing a karmic tie relationship. . .
Surrender.
Blessings… Jo
Copyright © 2008 RadiantLight
I had the opportunity to see the movie Bucket List last evening, and although I rate it highly, it is not the type of movie I would personally view repeatedly. Nonetheless, using the concept of making a list of all the things one would like to experience prior to kicking the bucket is a tool which I have always found valuable in my own life. I have lists of financial goals, career goals, spiritual goals, goody goals, family goals, relationship goals, personal development goals, and so forth, dating back to the time I was nine years old.
Recently I moved to a new home, and as I was organizing boxes of papers and journals to be tossed, kept, displayed, or hidden, I ran across a box of papers which were from the earliest of those I had written, and there, (in true treasure) was the first list of goals I recall ever writing. I was nine years old at the time. Although there is no date of record on this priceless document stating this fact, I know I was nine because it was the year I received for Christmas my very own, and very first typewriter.
Of course, at the time, I didn’t understand the value of making a list, stating an intention, desire, wish, or otherwise. I was just a little girl with a dream. I wanted to become a writer, and in the mind of the child I was, to be a “real” writer, I certainly would have to have a typewriter.
I remember as I sat in the darkness of my bedroom (which I shared with four other female siblings) holding a tiny flashlight which I had snuck from the kitchen drawer specifically to make my list to Santa. And even though I knew there was no such thing as the man in the red suit, I still knew my mother would soon be asking what each of us wanted for our Christmas gift. Being prepared was my motto then as much as now.
The list is dirty, a little crumpled, but where the creases of time have saved it, it is folded neatly, telling that some “Type A” personality traits existed even in the child I was, as is the case today, in the adult I’ve become. There are five things on the list, and these five things are listed in order of importance, and certainly in order of the value I placed upon each in my youth of that time. The list is as follows:
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Typewriter
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Typewriter Paper
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An Orange
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Some Candy
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Some socks
As mentioned earlier, I did receive the typewriter, although I remember Christmas morning being filled with dread because my mother had warned, “Josie, typewriters are very expensive, and we just don’t have that kind of money.”
Christmas morning my stomach was in a knot as I glanced around the room and saw only small boxes. I figured this to be a fairly good indication that my wish of a typewriter had not been granted.
I remember being that skinny, gangly little girl with the hair that always hung over her eyes, the little girl that just wanted to “be” something when she grew up, and that little girl that wanted nothing more, and nothing less, than to be a writer, and that little girl who wanted that typewriter so badly that lying awake nights, one after the other, for weeks before Christmas morning had been her recent history. And now, it was finally Christmas morning, and the typewriter was missing.
For a moment, I just knew it was a sign that I would never amount to anything, because without that typewriter, I could never write a book, and in that fleeting thought the feeling of hopelessness rose to swells of tears in the crests of my eyes. My mother noticed quickly, and walked into the other room, when she came back she was rolling a little metal table down the hallway, and atop the table was the biggest typewriter I ever saw!
I started jumping up and down, clapping my hands. I believe that to be one of the most exciting days of my life, in looking back. It didn’t matter to me that it was huge, I didn’t know better at the time, that something that big had to be archaic by standards. I also didn’t know better at the time that it wasn’t new. Frankly, none of that mattered. Just the elation of the gift, dispelled any question of new or old, modern or not. All that mattered was the machine.
It was a big old Royal. The keys were so hard to move that I had to hold my right wrist tight with my left hand while my right forefinger plucked the keys, just to have the strength to make the keys strike the paper.
I wrote my first poem, and although it has been lost in time, I remember it to be some childlike wailing of want for money, food, and happier moments, where a father was more of a lover than tormentor of my mind.
And so it went. For years the Royal was my refuge, the writing my sanctity, the papers, my valuables.
Much later, my mother explained that she’d gone to the Goodwill, and purchased the typewriter with table for $25.00. I didn’t get the socks or the candy, however did get the typewriter, typewriter paper, the orange, and the unexpected table. In looking back, the divine had refused two of my desires, but had replaced them with another of greater value, and certainly another which had greater use.
It is a trend I see in looking back over the lists of my time. Some things are given, others are not, but still others, which were never even given forethought, nor even imagined, have taken the place of those lost desires I held.
My lists today are of some greater value, leaning more true to ethics and age, than to the material favors once desired in youth. They have changed over time, as have I. The lists of my youth were the visions of innocence and demand while the lists of this time, are the visions of wisdom and need, versus desire.
Today I seek to be content, to live with regard to others, to rise to a greater spiritual understanding and purpose, to be of service to others, and to get what I need, even when I don’t know what that may be at the time.
And so I wonder about you. What are your top five desires today? What were they in youth? And can you be satisfied in knowing that sometimes the answer is no, but yes, with something of greater value surely to be granted in its place?
Blessings, Jo
Copyright © 2007 RadiantLight
Hanging on, hanging on to money, hanging on to love, hanging on to jobs, hanging on to health, hanging on to friends, hanging on to family, hanging on to anything or anyone is the surest way to bring anxiety, stress, and disappointment to yourself, and into your life experience overall.
What is hanging on? What does it look like, feel like, taste like?
Hanging on looks like a noose, and when you gaze upon it you see your hands and fingers gripping white around the situation, person, or thing of your desire. The strength it takes to hold it to you, demands all the energy you have, both on hand and in reserve.
Hanging on feels like battling an invisible monster, a monster who creeps into your silent mind at the most unlikely of times, and steals the tranquility of your body, your thoughts, your life, all the while laughing at your impossible plight, and impossible it is, because to fight a thing you cannot see, is to leap into a padded cell head first, ramming it upon the walls. The only bruises you sustain are not to your skull, but instead are laced upon your heart, leaving behind small fractures of what seems to be the impossible dream. It’s a losing battle and you, the warrior who will lose it all.
Hanging on tastes like cotton candy without the sugar, death without the body, roses absent of petals, leaving nothing behind in flavor save for further pain and in this, your own demise.
Hanging on, is not the answer. Letting go is, but how, becomes the question.
A difficult task does lie ahead, and is easier said than done, but when considering how “out of control” your life has become, how unbearable your emotions are while you struggle to hold the very thing that sprouts wings and flies away, letting go is the only option left, toward the ultimate saving of your mind, and the saving of your mind; the taking back of it, the claiming of it, is the only way out, and the one way through.
Are you trying to hold onto sand?
1. STOP!
2. SIT!
3. SURRENDER!
I’ve said it before, and am saying it again. Hard as it is, a process of practice, and perfection of it, as illusive as the butterfly, you CAN become the master.
Stop: Everything! Stop thinking of it, stop imagining it, stop hoping for it, stop begging for it, stop wishing it were another way, stop the tantrum, stop the self-judgment, stop BEATING yourself up, stop reopening the wound with repeated efforts which have already failed you a thousand times. YOU ARE THE INVISIBLE MONSTER!!!!! You are out to destroy only one thing, and that one thing is the beautiful person you are.
You have already done everything you can do… you have already taken all the action you can, you’ve already tried EVERYTHING there is to try! Now STOP, rest, trust, and live!
Just because what you want, dream of, pray for, desire, is not here today, does not mean that the answer is no. In fact, most often, it only means, not now. I truly believe that our greatest desires are absolutely bits and pieces of our soul purposes which are unfulfilled at present.
Each aspect of our individual soul purpose in this life time is destined to be ours. The struggle comes from sensing this, feeling it, knowing it, but seeing no evidence of it, in our current physical experience. But again, just because your desire has not been met up to this point, is certainly not evidence that it will never manifest. Know this, trust this, believe this, and the “stopping” of which I speak will come with greater ease, and will reward you with a level of peace in your life, which will enable you to move on to step two with the ease of a gliding gazelle.
Sit: Quiet your mind, still your body, listen to some soft music, light some candles, take a bubble bath, douse yourself in a hot shower, eat some chocolate ice cream, read an inspirational book, see yourself in a new light of possibility. Imagine where you will be on the other side of where you are now, without; there, with. Be as kind to yourself as you would be to your best friend. Be as compassionate to yourself as you would be with your own mother, child, father, or friend. Imagine those words of comfort you would offer to another, and offer them to yourself. Love you, instead of pining away for the something that isn’t there, and then with this, the still water of your personal grace, move on to step three.
Surrender: Give in to what is. Buy a beautiful lace handkerchief and wave it over your head with a smile on your face, a symbol of your newfound belief that divine timing is perfect timing, and that the thing you want is yours, even if not today. Be still in the knowledge that Universal Source has heard your pleas, and is in the process of stirring together the ingredients of your own personal miracle. Trust that what you need, desire, crave for, is on its way, even if not as close as you would like today. It is, it is, it is on its journey toward you, and later you will find it was worth the wait, for the best stew in life, MUST stew to reach the peaking of its flavor, so…
Stop: You’ve already asked for what you need… enough.
Sit: It is in the still waters that freedom from anxiety, fear, and worry shall be found.
Surrender: For “it” will come…