I write plenty about manifesting. It completely astounds me every time how efficiently, and rather quickly, one can manifest an idea or dream. In fact this time last year when I wrote in my resolutions that we would manifest a farm, I scarcely believed it. Looking at the exorbitant jump in house prices in my state and our humble income, it just didn’t seem possible. Yet, when one wishes for it, everything truly is possible. And in less than three weeks we will move onto our very own homestead. But what about unmanifesting?
There are some things we must unmanifest in order to move forward. If simple words uttered to the universe can create whirlwinds of activity to create the outcome, one can imagine that words that create harm can also manifest. It’s time we dug up poisonous seeds.
In a bar some twenty years ago a young man holding a beer jokingly looked at my hand and “read my palm”, never mind that he was wrong about me having four children or that my first marriage would last forever, he said that I would have cancer in my early forties. It was just a moment in a bar. But, those words stuck with me. My lymph nodes have been swollen for a good part of the year and I am tired. I know with every fiber of my being that this is stress. A year of tremendous loss followed by a year of working non-stop. But, that seed…ugh, it’s gotta go.
It is time to dig up that seed and throw it in a river somewhere. Same with all the times growing up I was told how big my nose was. How my voice was irritating. How my laugh was obnoxious. The times as an adult that I was told Doug would never stay with me. The times I felt worthless. Any seed that was planted that has not born good fruit we must dig up, and do not even put them into the compost pile, but rather dispose of them once and for all.
This season, I would encourage you to think of what seeds were planted in your garden of life that are harmful or deceitful and dig them up. This year we only manifest good and prosperous and beautiful. Because that is what you are.