Who says books don’t have an impact on your life?
About thirty years ago, I read the follow up to Richard Bach’s book Jonathan Livingston Seagull called The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. It was the first time I really heard the concept that you create your own life and that the creation of that life begins in your mind.
In this book, the Messiah, a mechanic who can do miracles and assures everyone he meets that they can as well, teaches Richard Bach how to magnetise things into his life. He tells him to start small, visualise something simple – that if he would hold it in his mind and expect it to come into his life, it would appear. Somehow, somewhere, what you see, strongly, clearly and with expectation, will come to you. You can’t be sure in what form or how it will appear but it will.
Richard Bach visualised a blue feather just to practice and a day or so later, he bought a carton of milk and on the label was a picture of a blue feather.
Ever since I read that, blue feathers have been a buzz for me. Whenever I see a blue feather, I am reminded that I’m in charge of my own life and that there are more things in heaven and earth than I can comprehend with my tiny mind.
About two months ago, a little kid came into my shop carrying a big beautiful blue feather. I went nuts for this feather, telling the kid and his mother how I collect feathers and particularly blue ones. The mother told me that HER mother owned a Macaw and they had heaps of blue feathers at their house. I told them I was jealous. I took it as a good omen for the day and forgot about it.
Last week, they came in again. To tell the truth, I doubt I would have remembered them except that the little boy had a pressie for me; two big beautiful blue Macaw feathers! I gave him a pressie back – a giant bug and some play dough. He seemed as pleased with that as I was with my blue feathers.
How cool is that! Things like this are reason I remain hopeful that we, as in humankind in general, won’t kill ourselves off completely. I know there’s too much thoughtless shitiness in the world but there’s also so much thoughtful niceness.
God, I hate to sound like a Hallmark card but it really is the little things in life that make life worth living.
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Nice story. Only one small quibble, though. Those feathers ain't blue!
ReplyDeleteBut a nice story as I say, whatever one may think about this visualisation business. Although I've heard all sorts of other, quite convincing, explanations or examples of how what we call 'reality' begins in the mind, or at least is strongly influenced by what goes on inside one's noggin.
No two people see the same thing in the same way, let's face it.
Onward and upward!
Rusty, you are such a quibbler! Can we say that they are mostly blue?
ReplyDeleteHi! I think it may be a matter of interpretation. I looked really hard again and I think I did see some blue. But let's not forget we're relying on a digital impression of colour, not actual colour, and for that matter, what is colour but what our brains interpret various frequencies of light to be, or some damn thing.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work.
Loved the feather story. Will keep my eyes 'peeled' for feather donations. Jo G :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Jo - and thanks for visiting!
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