We all remember the eureka moment of Archimedes, don’t we? The one where he got into a bath that was way too full and the water spilled over the sides onto his perfectly clean tiled floor? Okay I just made that last bit up because as a retired ‘neat freak’ I probably would have been more focused on the oh heck moment – what about the floor I’ve just cleaned, as opposed to the magical eureka moment of blinding clarity about measuring volume or some such.
I know, I know, I’m a philistine.
However, I had my own euraka moment the other day. More of a eurekarrgh moment in my case, and no I wasn’t naked in my bath and most definitely not ready to go running through the streets starkers…too many jiggly bits.
Roman Baths in England
Anyhoo, I was going through my list of current desires…big and small, gotta love them all. Some of them had been fulfilled fairly easily, big check mark for me…some took a little longer and some…well let’s say, if they were on a shelf in my closet they’d be gathering dust.
It was time to decide what was in my way? Did I still see myself experiencing these things, or being the person who did? Was it time to really shelve them because they were no longer needed on this particular voyage? Did I need to check my heart for true desires? Or was something else going on.
Hmmm the first one on the list…who knew why I ever desired it in the first place. It wasn’t something that interested me at all. Gone. Struck off.
Number two…nah…that has to go too, I changed it somewhere along the way, fulfilled it and moved on. And you’re right…I hadn’t acknowledged to myself that I’d even done it. It was so easy, it hardly made a blip on the screen of my life. Little ingrate me. At the very least I could have been grateful for using the laws of life, grateful that they existed or even grateful that I knew about them. Oh well, I’ll do better next time.
Then we come to my eurakarrgh moment. Archimedes I’m not.
This desire was definitely something I still wanted…it’d been with me for a long while now…and nothing had changed. Not a sign of land that it was on it’s way. Not a seagull in sight…the desire and me were still out there, adrift at sea, becalmed….and I wasn’t even paddling that hard…actually not paddling at all really, because I wasn’t giving it the attention or focus needed.
It’s a little like wanting a plant to bloom without giving it any sustenance at all. No sunshine, no water ~ no bloom. My desire had been left there to fend for itself and apparently it wasn’t doing too good.
What’s up with that I thought to myself. Here’s something you desire, yet you can’t even be bothered to do what’s necessary to fulfill it. And I’m not talking about taking physical action…it’s the inner action that’s required and my poor little desire got zip, zilch. Why?
Eurekarrgh. I had my Archimedes moment, my blinding flash of understanding.
I thought I couldn’t have it. I thought my desire was unavailable to me. Buried deep in my consciousness I had assumed or accepted all the reasons why it wasn’t possible. I’d accepted the obstacles that were in my way, I’d accepted failure before I’d even started.
I’d forgotten that in my imagination I get to ignore the so called ‘facts of life’. I am unlimited within. I am powerful within. I am one with the creator of the universe within.
All that’s required of me is to stop thinking of it and learn to think from it, as though it were true, because in my imagination it can be.
If someone came into a million dollars today then they’d be aware of having a million in their bank account, when yesterday they might have had very little. Now their thoughts flow from this new state of consciousness. The state of millionaire. They’re not hoping for it, nor wishing it were true, they’re actually in it.
That’s all I need to do for my desire, let my thoughts flow from the feeling that it’s true. If I would but begin to think, feel and see it as true in my imagination and go to bed and fall asleep in it now being a fact of my life…I breathe life into my desire.
When my belief becomes a fact in my life, becomes solidly real, it’s because it’s foundation was created in my imagination. The day I cease to believe in it, it’ll fade away into oblivion. Nothing can remain in my world without my imaginal support, conscious or unconscious. This is true for the things we truly want in life and those we don’t. Sort of cool don’t you think?
Silly me, in this instance, I’d forgotten that my consciousness makes my reality.
I’ll keep you posted on my progress.
Encourage one another.