“I am writing this in what is quite likely the dingiest hotel room in Minnesota.”
Within 15 minutes, I am finishing said post in the biggest, airiest, bestest room in the same hotel.
Can this goddess get some Trumpet fanfares and Celestial Choruses, please?
But perhaps I should back up a bit and explain why this particular upgrade is so eye-poppingly spectacular …
Earlier today, having got up before the sparrows fart in morning, we arrived in a damp and dreary Minneapolis for a few days of business meetings (hubby) and shopping (me).
I had just spent two hours wandering round one of the most affluent malls in Edina, a veritable shrine to Disposable Income disguised as Clothing, Art, and of course, my vice of choice – Kitchen Do-Dads!
In pre-goddess days, the chatter in my head would have been focused on what I couldn’t afford, might Never be able to afford, (all sounding distinctly like Mr Scrooge from a certain Dickensian tale!) and I would go home feeling poor, dowdy and defeated.
This time was Different.
Following the advice of either Louise Hay or Abraham Hicks – forgive me, can’t remember which – I was dressed to the nines; my head was filled with Gratitude and Abundance, and I had a crisp $100 bill in my purse to add physical weight to all those prosperous thoughts.
Every time I laid eyes on something luscious, something beautiful, or something that just made my heart sing, I would smile to myself and say “I can have that.” Or “I can afford that”.
More often than not, with that $100 bill in my bag, I really COULD have that!
But like many of my Gentle Readers, I’m still working on making this my Reality. I long for the days when the choice is not dependent on the price tag.
So you can imagine how my heart sank when I checked into our hotel and opened the door to The World of Budgets Made Manifest.
One word sums it up … Blah!
But ah well, I wrestled my previous prosperous thoughts back to the front of my mind, lifted my focus back onto wealth with only a quick acknowledgment that the dinginess of the present did NOT have to be an indication of the future.
I settled down to write this blog and within minutes was aware of the sound of water dripping. Drip. Drip. Check the bathroom. No. Drip. Drip. Check the air-conditioner. Aha! A pool of water more than a foot wide saturating the carpet and even turning the machine off did nothing to stem the tide.
Off to the front desk; sweetly explain the un-goddess worthy state of my chamber; and within the aforementioned 15 minutes was delightedly ensconced in the Best Room in the House.
Would this have happened had I not be Playing Wealthy? If I’d not been in such an elevated mindset that my vibrations would not allow such a mis-aligned manifestation?
Who cares? I Believe it ~ and really, in my world that’s all that matters.
I’ll see you in First Class, dahlings.