Recently, we were discussing how our current money system got started. Without going into too much detail about it, one thing I came to realize was that money is really just a belief system. I mean, think about it. How can the government just keep creating more and more money? We certainly don’t have that much gold in Fort Knox! We have to have faith in that piece of paper with the dead president’s face on it or the number in our bank account, for it to be real, because there really is nothing (no gold, no mountain of banana peels or parakeet feathers) to back it up and confirm that one dollar is worth one dollar of value except for our faith in the concept of a dollar.
So if the government can just create money out of thin air why can’t you or I? Well, basically we can! But only if we believe we can.
For example, as T was explaining the other day: When she buys a mobile home for a few thousand dollars, goes in and fixes it up by spending some more money, and then puts a price tag on it of x number of dollars more than what she invested in it, she has just created money. The sales price of the home is just a number. And when someone gives her that number of dollars in order to now own that home, she has literally created money out of thin air.
And the way that she can do that is because people are grateful to have a decent roof over their head, that is affordable, that gives them a place to store their groceries and televisions and computers and toilet paper, and that they can now call their own. That pride of ownership creates gratitude. And gratitude creates money in her pocket. In reality, money is just gratitude.
My attitude towards money has changed dramatically since that conversation. I now treat each bill I have to pay as giving gratitude for the product or service received. I am truly grateful to pay the power bill that provides heat to my house. I like heat, especially in the winter. I show gratitude to the grocery store for letting me take home food to eat. I like food to eat. And while no one enjoys paying taxes towards wasteful spending, I really am grateful for the schools and the roads and the fire department, etc.
A few weeks ago, after I had my deep tissue massage for my sciatica I forgot to give Robin a tip. So when I was paying my bill at the front desk, I asked Kelly to please give Robin this gratitude for me.
Really it’s all in how you look at it. Are you just spending money and paying bills and complaining the whole time, under the mistaken impression that money is something? Money isn’t anything but a belief system that helps us enjoy the things we want. Maybe try shifting your thinking and realize that it is a way to be grateful for all the things you have, and often take for granted.
I still find myself grumbling about paying a bill or the cost of gas, but for the most part, I try to remember all the great and wonderful blessings I enjoy and that I’m living in a great country where I can pretty much show my gratitude for anything I want!
And when we are truly grateful for what we have, then more and better can come our way!
Speaking of that, did I mention how grateful I am for my running clothes? ;)
Now we’re getting into the fun part of my marathon training adventure! As much as I love running clothes, and the sweet tasting goo, the reason I get to love them is because of the running.
In 2007, when I decided to train to run a full marathon, I was fortunate to have fairly decent weather to start out my mileage build-up. I started on Jan. 1st , and I was able to do all my training runs outside. I had joined a gym thinking I would have to take advantage of their treadmills if the weather turned ugly, but to my delight, I didn’t have to use the treadmill even once. On the down side though, I never made it into the gym to do strength training either.
I did my early runs on a path not far from where I live. This afforded me easy access to run the necessary miles I needed to get me on track. There were a few times where the trail was too icy in parts, so I would turn around and run the same dry stretch of trail again. Kind of hard for me to do, as I am like a horse; that is, once I’m turned around heading for the barn…err I mean home, I want to keep going that way. But I knew I had to get the miles in, and I’d rather do it outside up and back the same trail several times than run on the treadmill anyway.
Come April I needed to find other safe running routes, as I was moving into my higher mileage marathon training program. This would require longer runs of anywhere from 12 to 23 miles at a time. I could do a 12 mile route I used to run along the river and an old railroad track that has been converted to a nice running/bike path. But what to do about my longer runs?
I could run on a running/bike path that went for about 15 miles. The problem though, was that it was 8 miles out of town outside of Lolo. I thought I could get dropped off and I could call to be picked up when I was getting close to being finished. Yeah, that could work. But my other problem was stashing water and power drinks along the trail. I wasn’t worried about someone taking them, but with my vision issues, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to find the spot where I had left them! So I had to burn up some brain cells trying to figure out what I could do.
I know that the Universe is on my side, and I totally believe that once you make the commitment to do something, the “How” of it will figure itself out. Cause the next inspired thought I had was of my friend Vickie.
I knew that even though there was a gulf of several years between now and the last time I had seen her, we always had a close bond. So I didn’t hesitate to call her. I told her how I was training for the Missoula Marathon in July, and I asked her if she would be interested in helping me with my training. She was thrilled!
In fact, she told me the timing couldn’t have been more perfect, as she wanted to do something to get back in shape. I suggested that she could ride her bike alongside me during my long runs, hauling my water and power drinks, along with any extra gear I might need. That would leave me free to just run! She immediately agreed and was totally on-board!
Sometimes we all need a little nudge…Or maybe a big kick in the rump, as was my case.
Recently I have been working on taking full responsibility for everything that comes into my life. Sometimes this is a hard concept to swallow. But as we have been learning, everything is connected. That means, at least for me, as much as I would like to not have to admit it, I have somehow attracted my eye disease into my life. And it is my responsibility to draw my healing.
As much as I want to believe that I can change my reality and heal my eyesight, life seems to get in the way. Living with RP every single day, I find myself thinking, “How can I ever possibly have perfect vision again?” It seems an impossible task…How can little ol’ me do anything about this huge, insurmountable problem?”
Don’t get me wrong. I respect and honor my strength that has allowed me to overcome the obstacles that have presented themselves along the way that could have kept me from doing the one thing that I love to do more than almost anything else, which is why I’m still running. But on the other hand, I have allowed the disease to slowly take other parts of my life I used to enjoy from me, such as bike riding, driving, and beading, and stamping to name a few. That is when the nudge, or in my case the kick in the tail, becomes necessary.
And thank God I have T to keep me on track. She checks in with me and asks me how it’s going with the healing of my vision. I hem-haw around and try to avoid the question.
Always gentle, she persists by asking me why I am so resistant to fixing my eyes? When I really think about why, I realize that it boils down to belief. Specifically, my lack of belief in my ability to fix my vision. And If I don’t believe my vision can be fixed, then the Universe can not bring about the circumstances to heal me.
Even though I knew it before, one of the things I’ve become more conscious of recently, is the thought that it’s not me healing my vision. It’s me putting things into play so that a stronger, higher power can do the healing. It seemed so huge and overwhelming when I was looking at it as “little ol’ me” having to do this big job called “healing my vision and restoring my eyesight.” Shining the light on the basic concept that I’m not actually in charge of “doing” the healing makes it so much more conceivable. I can request it from the Universe, and then be open to whatever the next inspired action will be whispered to me.
I started doing EFT or Emotional Freedom Technique. Simply put, it involves tapping on different places on your body with two fingers, which works to clear blockages and resistances in your energy field. Before you begin tapping, you rate from 1 to 10 how you feel about a certain resistance.
You then own your resistance, whatever it is, indicating that you still have love and respect for yourself. For example, mine is: “Even though I don’t fully believe that I can have perfect vision, I completely accept and love myself” while tapping 7 times on the different meridians. Then you rate how you are feeling, and you can continue to do the technique until your resistance gets to a zero. (To get more info Click Here! )
I have started to do EFT while in the shower or walking to my mom’s, or even during a quiet moment at work. Currently I’m at a 6 with my resistance about being able to have perfect vision. I know I need to work on it, and I may need some help figuring out the root cause of this disbelief. Enter Theta and Radical Forgiveness, two huge emotional/spiritual healing techniques that I have barely scratched the surface of learning how to use.
Just the other day T was reading me a true story from Joe Vitale’s book, “Expect Miracles” about a guy named Gary who would not accept the doctor’s diagnosis that he had MS. He just refused to believe it. He decided to change his reality and found out what MS was, and in his mind he created a work force of beavers to work around the clock patching and repairing his myelin sheaths. He also visualized what he would be doing on his 100th birthday…Jumping out of a plane!
The doctor had given him a dismal outlook on what he could expect his life to be like. When he told his doctor what he was doing with his visualizations, the neurologist, already resigned to Gary’s fate, said “Don’t expect too much.” So he fired his doctor.
Now 20 years later he is doing great and has accomplished all sorts of things, from a fire walk, to mountain climbing to bungee jumping! Amazing results since he was supposed to be dead or confined to a wheelchair years and years ago!
About five years after his diagnosis, he had an MRI and 90% of the previous scar tissue was gone. The doctor told him this just doesn’t happen! Well of course it does! He just proved it does – because he changed his reality and never bought into the diagnosis.
This got me thinking about my eyesight, and I decided that I was not going to accept the doctor’s diagnosis of RP. Even though I thought over the years I had not accepted the doctors diagnosis, in reality I had…And as a result my vision has gotten worse. So I figured why not create my own work force of beavers.
My beavers would be the best of the best; specially skilled to work in my Rods And Cones factory manufacturing and placing the cells that I need that are dropping out of my retina and not replacing themselves. They are paid extremely well…as Gary said in his story, “Hey, I’m worth it”
My Rods And Cones factory runs 24/7 producing the rods and cone cells. They also have an on-site pond to relax and play in. All meals are provided free of charge to the workers in the Beaver Lodge where the best beaver chefs prepare and serve meals around the clock. There is an on-site store with all sorts of snacks and supplies also free of charge.
I have hired supervisors and line operators, as well as Quality Control beavers to check the rods and cones before they are loaded onto trucks that take them to the main placement site: my retina. There the heavy equipment operator beavers, in their Carharts and hard hats, take the rods and cones to where there is a hole in my retina to fill. After dropping in the rod or cone, my “Weaver Beavers” put the finishing touches on the cells to keep them in place patting them down with their flat tails.
Why beavers? Of course, Gary’s story started it. But it makes perfect sense. Well think about it…beavers are always building and repairing, always hard at work. That’s who I want on the job of fixing my eyesight. And more importantly, how cute is the image of a beaver in a hardhat?!!!
So the night that I had my first shift of beavers working away, I had gone to take my evening nap before I had to be at work at 11pm. T came in to wake me up to get ready for work…”Get up, Get Up you little ol’ sleepy head!” After waking me, she came back into the room and said, “You know I had to get up from my desk where I was working three different times tonight to answer the door.”
“Really? Who was it?” I was curious.
Seriously she says, “The tapping was very persistent. When I answered the door there were several furry critters with flat shiny tails, and hard hats on. They were looking for you. They asked if you were still hiring.” T left the room and I’m laughing. She then turns around, sticks her head back in the room for a second, saying deadpan “They seemed quite eager.”
I burst into a new chorus of laughter. Her timing and delivery was spot-on. Sometimes I just don’t know where she comes up with this stuff!
So with the beavers working diligently on my behalf, another technique I am using is visualizing my day with perfect vision. T has also helped me with this taking me through my day expressing what I might see and say as the day progresses. It was quite fun, and served to remind me that visualization and imagination are powerful tools, that I don’t use often enough. It’s not hard. I just forget.
With the tools I have at my disposal, I am now ready to start changing my reality. I’m the only one who can. As much as T wants me to see again, it’s up to me to do the belief work. I do want to see again. I just have to work through whatever resistances I have and keep visualizing. I am learning to live in the moment. And any moment now I’ll see perfectly again!
I'd like to donate a cuppa coffee to Vision Runner, as I understand that all that running and writing requires a great deal of strength and energy and focus......
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I'd like to send Vision Runner $10.00 so that she can get a gift card for her favorite coffee establishment.
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I'm feeling very creative and I don't want to be inhibited by someone else's choices. I'm going to pick my own dollar amount...cause what if I want it to end with 46 cents or something?
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What about me? I need some for me..... (Go ahead. Order some for yourself, why don't ya?)
