It works! I projected for a parking place in front of the store and it was there. Or, I projected that I get a phone call from a friend and she called. This is an exciting experience for a number of Silva grads after they finish the program and realize that they can make things happen by projecting.
What have you projected and it happened so fast you squealed with delight?
I have many times, but this is one experience according to my son that I missed an opportunity.
Settling back on the faded red, plush seat as the commuter plane took off, I suddenly felt too comfortable. It took me a moment to realize why. The snug, beige slacks I had purchased two weeks earlier had just ripped from waist to crotch. Of course, I had planned to lose five pounds before I made the trip to present a workshop in South Texas. I noted that most of the passengers were businessman. Only two other females were on board; the stewardess and a woman sitting up front. “Surely I have a safety pin,” I thought as I began exploring the contents of my purse. No pin.
After the captain turned off the seat belt sign, the stewardess came up the isle with refreshments and peanuts. I clutched her arm to get her undivided attention, told her my predicament, and asked if she had a pin or a suggestion. She put her hand up to her mouth to stifle her giggle.
As the plane began its descent, the captain announced there would be a fifteen-minute layover. This was my destination. My exit must have been a sight to behold. I had a briefcase and purse to handle as I clutched my slacks together at the back waistband. If only I had not packed the matching sweater in my checked bag. Hurrying down the aisle, my mouth so dry I could spit cotton, I kept my eyes down. I headed for the terminal and never turned around. Heading directly for the ladies room with one thought in mind.
Surely there is a woman around to help or ‘at that time’ there were ladies personal items with two pins available in a venting machine. “Oh, no!” I cried out in dismay as I saw that the box on the wall had been pried open. It was empty. Starting to be become a bit hysterical, I began singing, “What have I ever done to deserve all of this…? Lord help me Jesus…”I swear I heard
snickering.
“Now what?’ I asked as I tried to think this through. A pin would solve this problem. That’s when I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers even my legs and began repeating, “All I need is a pin…just one pin. Make it an inch long while you’re at it.” I repeated it with intensity for at least five minutes while making a mental picture of it. I finally had the courage to open my eyes and look around.
“It can’t be, it can’t be,” I squealed with delight as I discovered the shiny object at my feet. At first, I was reluctant to bend over to pick it up, thinking I may be hallucinating. It truly was a pin. A big, face-saving kind of pin. I would swear on a stack of King James Bibles that the pin had not been there a moment earlier.
Ecstatic with delight I pinned myself together and took small steps as I headed to pick up my bag.
When I returned home, I told my husband and 16-year-old son about my dilemma. My son began shaking his head with a mischievous grin when I finished telling them my experience. “Mom, if you had given it just a little more thought before you made your plea. I really would have been impressed.” Puzzled by his remark I asked, “And just what would you have done?” “Why, I certainly wouldn’t have missed such a good opportunity. I would have asked for a solid gold me.”
If you are a person that is always right …consider this:
Whether you think you can or think you can’t. Either way you are right.
Believe and Receive,
Helene
19 Mar 2009
P.S. Has a similar situation happened to you? I’d love to hear what you experienced, just share it in a comment.
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Met with Medicine Woman, explained my concerns about a spot on my back that had been removed and now returned, larger and darker than before. Accepting her suggestion for aloe vera plant use, I walked to my car. As I got closer a smile appeared. On the door handle, which has a small ledge underneath where the fingers fit to lift the latch, there sat a small red rose hip.
My smile widened as gratefulness filled my Being, I gave thanks as I looked around, nowhere in sight was there a rose bush, only a concrete wall with tufts of long grass waving in the breeze.
I have been given the “medicine” for my health issue concern, and a gift of remembering, The Creator’s gifts of healing.
Lightning Feather Woman, Native American
Congratulations on finally having a blog. This story about needing personal items reminded me of how SPEC happened in my life just this past week.
I live in an area of town where a lot of shop clerks either don’t speak English or else aren’t fluent in it. So what’s a girl to do when she runs out of deoderant and there’s no supermarket around? Surely ethic stores would have deoderant on the shelves. Same for convenience stores. But the two I went to didn’t have any botles at all. Making matters worse the person I asked(who then had to ask another clerk if there was any available)directed me to an aisle where there were toiletries but not what I was looking for. God love her, at least she tried.
While coming out of a 7–11 I spot a dollar store. Figuring that maybe, just maybe they would have a bottle or two even if it was a man’s scent I went in. The place was tiny. Most of the space was taken up by shelves. Only one person could shop at a time. The clerk spoke no english. But I try my luck anyway and ask if he sells deoderant. He looks around for a few minutes, comes back and says no. I ask God why there isn’t any deoderant when a person needs it, turn the corner to look at the shelves the clerk just finished looking through. So even though the clerk is yelling that he just looked on those shelves I scan them what they have. After all, it IS a shop and I may want something else someday. Wouldn’t hurt to look around.
What do you know but I see six different brands on the very top shelf. Both mens and womans brands. So I reach up, take the one at the end, say thank you to God and bring the bottle over to the clerk. Maybe at that point most people would yell at the guy about how he doesn’t know his stock or whatever but I told him he’s a life-saver.
Which wasn’t entirely true but the item was around when I needed it. On the top shelf, true, but it was there. In six different choices! And all for only $1.
You have sold million of copies and many use your methods. Which one will win when more then one are going after the same thing? Secondly, recently I watched the balls being drawn for the loto and picked all four before they popped up on the screen but have had no luck in doing this at any other time or when buying tickets. Do you have any suggestions? Thank You
“Whether you think you can or think you can’t, either way you are right.” Henry Ford (1863–1947)
Small miracles — I was tired and the day was hot and long. We’d just come from church the children and I. I was stretched for money and a friend had just given me one hundred dollars to tide me over. I never put money in my wallet but I did it on this day. I had stopped by the grocery store and when we exited the car I picked up my pocketbook and a couple of bags and went straight upstairs. The following morning, I noticed I did not hear my cell phones alarm. I thought, maybe the battery was low. As the morning progressed I was prompted in thought to look for the cell phone and when I could not find it I also looked for my wallet because those two items were together when I last used them. Neither were in the house. I went downstairs back to the car and looked in the car. I sent my daughter to look in the car as well. My car was parked next to my Van which is in disrepair at the moment. Anyway I came back upstairs and said Lord, I give this to you, I imagined its return in my mind and uttered, whether or not you want me to have the money that was in the wallet and the cell phone. Please send me the ID. At that point I stopped looking for the wallet and there was a strange peace over me. I sat down and started watching a TV program with my daughter, full well knowing that I had a lifetime of credit cards, ID, etc. contained in those two belongings that could take years to replace. About ten minutes later the bell rang and I ran downstairs to open the door, It was just my daughters boyfriend. I came back up and told her. A couple minutes later, the door rang again and said to her “would you hurry up your friend is waiting”. Then we heard a knock on the door. It was the landlord who returned the wallet and cell phone to my daughter and said he noticed it on top of the van this morning and thought it belonged to one of us. The miracle is that we returned home from church Sunday afternoon at 2:30 and remained home until Monday Morning 11:55 when the landlord returned the wallet. Which means the wallet and blackberry cell phone was outside all night in a busy urban district on top of a car and no one noticed. All of the contents was in tact not one dime missing.