This person holds my life in their hands. I’m exposed.



Mindset work is the weakest sauce. 

Dwelling in mindset work, which can include visualization, affirmations, reframes and the like, has an impact at the beginning of your journey. When you’re stepping into a new reality, your mind/imagination connects you with all that’s possible in that new reality. Then, when the rubber meets the road, you get to see where you really stand.


I have recently been in a new mindset. I stepped out of my circumstances that had me looping around and through my deepest victim state. I am now in a space that is a HUGE manifestation for me. It’s in this new space that I get to ponder what’s next. I feel supported. I feel connected. I am having a love affair with money. 


In my mind.


Then, I entered a mini course where I was provoked to take action in the direction of calling in more money. From all over the place (I’m still doing it; I’ll let you know how it goes). Suddenly I was confronted with fear, extremely high sensation, contraction and old, looping stories. I did it anyway. I’m still doing it. And I see where my mind and my reality were still separate. 


I was on the phone with someone talking about a refinance, having all kinds of non-money-loving thoughts pinging around in my mind. This is overwhelming. This is too much. This person holds my life in their hands. I’m exposed. I want to get off the phone.


Are these the thoughts of someone in love with money? When you’re in love with someone you love to stand up for them. You make sure they’re well. You make sure your relationship is as harmonious as it can be. 


No, these were the thoughts of a child talking to an authority about possibly being in trouble. 


So, I danced around the room I was in, keeping myself in an open state, letting sensation pulse and tingle through me. I shook and muted myself and made weird sounds. I expanded my capacity for deep sensation. I made it through the phone call. 


My action in the direction of loving money and my relationship with it threw up some intense patterns that I didn't know were active. I was aware as it was happening, amused by the experience and rejoiced in the fact that I could shift this present-tense.


I have a couple more calls to go. They don’t feel life-threatening now. They just feel tedious. I’m going to find a way to make them pleasurable. 


It's tempting to hang out in awareness and imagination. It's lovely to feel good because of the movie unfolding behind your eyes and the inspirational people you're listening to. When your reality is STILL not reflecting your mindset, it’s because you’ve put your bags down and copped a squat at the beginning of the journey. It's when you stand up for yourself, make the uncomfortable call, put your new values into action that time collapses and old patterns alchemize into new realities.


It’s time to put those thoughts into action and see what you can really create.


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