February 21, 2011:  Manifesting Me

Milwaukee has been enjoying another winter storm for the past two days and it appears that it will continue.  I have been in my loft mostly for the past two days and feeling life is good, watching the snow from my 8th floor window, snuggling on the couch with my Dudie dog, watching movies, listening to Abraham (see side panel), cooking.  And, most importantly, feeling great consistently.  I’m content, feeling eager for things to come, imagining what I may be doing in the future, focusing my energy to even higher frequencies.

I could not have been in this space even a few weeks ago.  I would have been too antsy to just “be”, too anxious to not “do”.  Life just keeps getting better and the really great thing is that there is no end to feeling better.  That is the eternal nature of who we are.  We are all constantly expanding and the expansion does not stop.

There was a time when I was wanting to manifest “things.”  I’ll know I’ve really done something when I have the place to live I want.  I’ll know I’ve really gotten this Abraham stuff down when I have all the money I want in the bank.

And then I realized that I am where I want to be.  I’m riding the river of life and what I am manifesting is me!     I can feel myself expanding daily with thoughts and ideas that are inspiring.  That’s the most important thing that I can do is to manifest me.  And then, to enjoy my physical manifestations from the point of feeling aligned with my Source is the best ever!   It’s satisfying in the best sense.  Things don’t fill the void.  Feeling good without the things fills the void and I have control over that.

We want things because we think we will feel better in the having of them.  But that feeling is not sustained from things.  That’s why the having of things can become an addiction.  We have to have more to keep feeling good.

What we are wanting is to feel whole and aligned with our Source.  And when we have that, then the things are frosting on the cake and I love frosting.

With Love, Connie