Love and Manifestation in New Orleans
On my last night in New Orleans I wanted to go out one last time even though I had to get up at 3:30 am. I got ready and was pleased with my look for the night. As I was walking the five blocks down Frenchmen to where all the good stuff is, I did one of Neville’s manifestation techniques. I imagined myself into the future, telling friends about how this was the night I met the most attractive man I had ever seen and how we went to get a drink together and chatted, laughed, connected. One thing I’m pretty good at is accessing the emotions associated with what I want to manifest. I felt like I was walking on air as I wrapped myself up in this romantic manifestation fantasy. It felt real, like it had already happened.
I was soon distracted and forgot about my little dream completely. So far was it from my mind, that half an hour later when I saw a ridiculously attractive man walking toward me on the sidewalk, and that man upon seeing me stopped in his tracks, crossed his arms over his heart and then pointed at me, a smile lighting up his open, kind, impossibly handsome face… I ran away. A voice in my head said GO BACK, YOU FOOL but I ignored it. TURN AROUND, HE’S LOOKING BACK AT YOU the voice said, but I didn’t dare.
So lost in fear was I that it was a few minutes before the realization could sink in: I had just run away from my manifestation incarnate. The Universe had delivered, but I wasn’t ready to receive. I was disappointed in myself, but grateful for the wake up call my pathetic failure provided. I’ve got some work to do and you can bet I will be ready next time.
I had many intense, unusual experiences in New Orleans that I’m still processing, but there was one other thing that happened that I fully understand and feel ready to share.
There were a couple nights during my two-week stay I was out by myself because my friends had other plans. One of those nights I wore a silk slip dress that’s too daring for the likes of midcoast Maine, so I took it down to New Orleans knowing it would be just the place to debut that dress. It was my first time wearing silk against my bare skin and the feel of it as I moved, walked and danced, was so lovely that I went into a happy trance. I imagine I was radiating pure joy because that’s what I felt. I received a lot of attention, most of it positive, but there were two negative encounters at the beginning of the night that normally would have thrown me into a downward spiral of bad feelings.
All of the work I’ve been doing with manifestation and vibration came to my mind. I saw that I had a choice. I could let those negative encounters ruin my night or I could dance them off and stay in my bliss. Once I saw that I had the choice, of course I chose the latter. But you know what is rare? It’s rare to be in a highly-emotionally-charged moment like that and to even have the ability to pause and create a little space for yourself from which to choose your response. At least, it’s rare for passionate, hot-blooded people like me.
I want to stop here and emphasize this little choosing space because THIS is the most powerful thing you can ever create for yourself. This is how you become powerful—a force to be reckoned with. This little pause and space is when and where mastery of your vibration begins. This was the moment I said, “No, this Taurus does NOT have a ring in her nose to be led around by whoever feels like messing with her” (septum piercings are hot, but you know what I mean).
There have been times throughout my life that I’ve been able to create a little choosing space before losing my temper or allowing someone mean to make me feel bad about myself, or allowing a mean aspect of my own self to make me feel bad. It’s over the last few years that I’ve become consistently good at it, especially the last six months. But that’s not the end of the story of that New Orleans night.
Once I made the choice to forget about those negative encounters and move on, my night soared. I don’t know that I believe in timeline jumping in a literal sense, but that night I experienced what it feels like to jump a timeline or two. I don’t game at all, but I’ve watched my kids, and that night felt like I passed one level and was reborn into an upgraded level where life was sweeter in every way. I felt love, joy, respect, admiration, and other high vibrational states swirling around and through me, connecting me to everyone in my vicinity. I could almost see this energy, it was so present and tangible.
New Orleans felt like my long-lost home. I felt seen and appreciated in a way I never have anywhere else. I don’t take that to mean necessarily that New Orleans will be my year-round, long-term home, but at least now I know how I want home and community to feel.