Last year I made a suggestion in the blog and it was very popular with readers. Each year we wait until Thanksgiving day, and run through a litany of what we are thankful for. It is a good thing to do, but why only one day a year? Why only squeezing those thankful thoughts into a few minutes.
People who find much to be thankful for HAVE much to be thankful for. Even on your worst day you should be able to find at least something to be thankful for. It is the mindset and the positive energy that you pull in around you, that make the day what it is. No matter what life throws your way, you need to be able to find thankfulness in it. It may be as simple as "Thank you Universe for the lesson, it was a hard one to learn, but thank you". Not every day will go perfectly as you planned, after all YOU are not in charge. YOU do not know the answers, or what is best for yourself, nor anyone else most times. You do not know their life plan, their lessons, their deepest fears. You are not anywhere near able to decide what is best because you do not know their life path, only the highest power does. You can give your advice, but when you try to make people do something, then you are slipping off of that path.
But I digress, instead of worrying about others, as in who has more, who seems lucky, who had a better year,etc. Think about what went right, what you learned, , what you have. When you train yourself to that type of thinking you actually DO have more. Sometimes it is even fun to watch the cogs of the Universe work to bring it about.
The suggestion from last year, which is now officially a tradition is this, every day state what you are thankful for. Last year we did it up to Thanksgiving Day, this year, let's go all month. Take a moment each day and make a clear and definite statement. It has to be something different each day, and it can be anything you are thankful for. Start big or small, it doesn't matter. Make a journal of them, or write them on a calendar so at the end of the month you can go back and recite all of them in a prayer or gesture all at once. Don't worry about the order, don't worry about the timing, just whatever pops into your head that day, make it the thankful thing of the day. Even if you feel life isn't that great, you will find things. It may be hard for some people at first, but after a few days it gets easier. You can ask friends and advisers for help in the beginning, this may help some people to refocus, but by the end of the first week, you need to be doing it yourself. It is your brain you are trying to train.
Keep the thanks positive. Do not thank the Universe for punishing your ex with a crazy new girlfriend, no negativity allowed (ever , at all, of this sort). Make sure the thanks is ONLY for you. No thanks for having someone learn a lesson, that is theirs to thank for. You only need to worry about YOU, no one else.
Doing this is a truly thankful and positive way shows the Universe you are appreciative and brings more positive things to you. Last year some folks posted theirs daily on Faceboook, inspiring others! Get the whole family involved.
The key is to get in a habit that you will continue all year long. The wave of that thankfulness and energy will amaze you if you keep focused on it.
SO what are you thankful for today?
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permisison
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Today we dress in costumes to confuse and scare away the evil spirits. Beware at crossroads, and jump over fires to keep the demons from following you! Tell your best stories, or sing a song to get treats from appreciative listeners, and make sure you light your turnip (they didn't have pumpkins in the Old World to use), to see your way and scare away the things that go bump in the night.It is Halloween!
Why all this strange behavior? It's All Hallow's Eve, or Samhain (pronounced Sow Wen). This is a traditional holiday of the pagans and Pagans (there is a difference), and it was even outlawed for a time. The holiday was most popular in Great Britain, but was also celebrated in western Europe where it began as a harvest festival. There was even a witch who dropped presents down chimneys! Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Samhain marked the "end of summer" and the beginning of the dark half of the year.
The wall between the two worlds is said to be thinnest on this night. Divination games were played by some, and others did rituals to keep the dark and evil entities from slipping through in to this world. It is said nature spirits, like fairies roamed the earth on this night pulling pranks.
The celebration was forbidden by the church for a while as being Satanistic, and the Puritans outlawed it for many years, but it had a resurgence of popularity in the 1920's. It was more of an adult party holiday at that time, but now has taken on its' old customs with bonfires and some form of trick or treating, all around the world. Costumes that not only scare away the evil spirits, but entertain.
The church tried to draw the people back in with All Saints Day (November 1) but it wasn't the same. It didn't make the people feel secure as their old traditions did, and they never completely died. Today Halloween is the biggest celebration of all, and its' sales of decorations and costumes outsells Christmas! There are "haunted house" attractions, parties, contests, and the day is more "fun" than protective to many, yet the Pagans still celebrate it in the older traditions. We have a bonfire every year, and my husband always leaps through (better him than me!).
Enjoy the day and if you are going out, whether trick or treating or to a party, be careful out there! Prayers to the east coast, may they soon be able to have their Halloween celebrations!
Happy Halloween!
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission
Why all this strange behavior? It's All Hallow's Eve, or Samhain (pronounced Sow Wen). This is a traditional holiday of the pagans and Pagans (there is a difference), and it was even outlawed for a time. The holiday was most popular in Great Britain, but was also celebrated in western Europe where it began as a harvest festival. There was even a witch who dropped presents down chimneys! Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Samhain marked the "end of summer" and the beginning of the dark half of the year.
The wall between the two worlds is said to be thinnest on this night. Divination games were played by some, and others did rituals to keep the dark and evil entities from slipping through in to this world. It is said nature spirits, like fairies roamed the earth on this night pulling pranks.
The celebration was forbidden by the church for a while as being Satanistic, and the Puritans outlawed it for many years, but it had a resurgence of popularity in the 1920's. It was more of an adult party holiday at that time, but now has taken on its' old customs with bonfires and some form of trick or treating, all around the world. Costumes that not only scare away the evil spirits, but entertain.
The church tried to draw the people back in with All Saints Day (November 1) but it wasn't the same. It didn't make the people feel secure as their old traditions did, and they never completely died. Today Halloween is the biggest celebration of all, and its' sales of decorations and costumes outsells Christmas! There are "haunted house" attractions, parties, contests, and the day is more "fun" than protective to many, yet the Pagans still celebrate it in the older traditions. We have a bonfire every year, and my husband always leaps through (better him than me!).
Enjoy the day and if you are going out, whether trick or treating or to a party, be careful out there! Prayers to the east coast, may they soon be able to have their Halloween celebrations!
Happy Halloween!
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
No ghost story today
Today I am going to use the time to sit quietly and send reiki to the east coast. The storm there as done major damage and several people have died due to the storm. My ex mother in law has a tree on her house, and one friend had to be evacuated by boat.My children, all the way in PA have lost power, and people in NY and NJ have no idea when they will get power back on. Many friends are in the cold and dark with the storm still raging outside.
There are also animals, pets and wild, birds, and sealife effected by these storms. These storms are are not a joke, they are killers. Many people do not flee and end up paying dearly. There are still people trapped in areas that rescue workers cannot get to.
Please take a moment today to send your prayers to the east coast. The mighty ocean is nothing to take lightly.
Thank you
There are also animals, pets and wild, birds, and sealife effected by these storms. These storms are are not a joke, they are killers. Many people do not flee and end up paying dearly. There are still people trapped in areas that rescue workers cannot get to.
Please take a moment today to send your prayers to the east coast. The mighty ocean is nothing to take lightly.
Thank you
Monday, October 29, 2012
Ghost cat
Many have heard this story, but I will tell it again since I mentioned it the other day. The house in Paterson was a scene for many paranormal experiences. The one that was probably the least scary , yes I said least, was the ghost cat.
We had a real, live cat at the time, we had not progressed to four cats yet. He was a grey tiger and thin as a rail. He was an in and out cat. He came and went as he pleased, but spent each night in the house. There were a few strays and other people's cats in the neighborhood, and my Grandmother had a bad habit of inviting in every tiger cat that came near the door. She couldn't distinguish our cat, aptly named Tiger, from the others. Tiger didn't seem to mind if others took his spot and came in, so he could chase more birds and mice, and the strays didn't mind a chance to get a bite to eat.
The way our living room was set up, you could sit on the couch and look across the room to the stairs that went to the second floor. It was a side view through the rails on the side of the stairway. One night, my Mom saw a cat go up the stairs. It was a fluffy solid grey cat. No stripes, no tiger markings. She was up late readings and her immediate thought was that a stray had made its' way in. I was in bed, and so was everyone else, but my Mom. She quietly went up to look for the cat. She looked as best she could without waking the whole house, and finally gave up. She figured it would get out in the morning.
The next day, no cat. After puzzling over that for a bit, she forgot about it. We figured it shot out past us when someone went outside. A few weeks later, I was sitting on the couch next to her reading a book. She said "Look, see the cat , it got in again!" I saw the cat going up the stairs. We both began a thorough search for the cat. We couldn't find it. We finally gave up.
During this time, my Grandmother passed away, and she wasn't around to let in strays.Life went on, the hauntings ramped up a bit, but I knew it wasn't her. One night while talking to my mother she said "There is the cat", I turned and sure enough the cat was making its' way up the stairs. I ran up and she did too....no, we didn't find the cat. We also realized my Grandmother was no longer there to let in strays, and besides this was not a tiger cat, she wouldn't mistake it. My tiger cat was a killer. He was one tough tom. He never hissed, chased or even regarded the other "cat". How strange. Now things are getting a little strange to us. We had not yet imagined a ghost cat, but he was a mystery.
We were starting to wonder where the cat was coming from and going and could find no place of entry or exit (if there were one Tiger would be using it too). Weeks went by, one night my mother and I were sitting on the couch again, and up went the cat. She said "Do you see the cat?". I said "Nope", she said "Me either.
From then on we stopped wasting our time and let the little spirit cat make its' way up (never down) the stairs. He was as solid as you or I, and never said a meow, but he wasn't really there in the way you or I are. Today I would call him a residual haunting. He was just another resident of the haunted house we called home. He was seen a few more times by us, then we just stopped looking up when we saw something just out of view on the stairs. Wonder what other things we missed....
I have seen another ghost cat, so they are out there.
Happy Haunting!
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission.
We had a real, live cat at the time, we had not progressed to four cats yet. He was a grey tiger and thin as a rail. He was an in and out cat. He came and went as he pleased, but spent each night in the house. There were a few strays and other people's cats in the neighborhood, and my Grandmother had a bad habit of inviting in every tiger cat that came near the door. She couldn't distinguish our cat, aptly named Tiger, from the others. Tiger didn't seem to mind if others took his spot and came in, so he could chase more birds and mice, and the strays didn't mind a chance to get a bite to eat.
The way our living room was set up, you could sit on the couch and look across the room to the stairs that went to the second floor. It was a side view through the rails on the side of the stairway. One night, my Mom saw a cat go up the stairs. It was a fluffy solid grey cat. No stripes, no tiger markings. She was up late readings and her immediate thought was that a stray had made its' way in. I was in bed, and so was everyone else, but my Mom. She quietly went up to look for the cat. She looked as best she could without waking the whole house, and finally gave up. She figured it would get out in the morning.
The next day, no cat. After puzzling over that for a bit, she forgot about it. We figured it shot out past us when someone went outside. A few weeks later, I was sitting on the couch next to her reading a book. She said "Look, see the cat , it got in again!" I saw the cat going up the stairs. We both began a thorough search for the cat. We couldn't find it. We finally gave up.
During this time, my Grandmother passed away, and she wasn't around to let in strays.Life went on, the hauntings ramped up a bit, but I knew it wasn't her. One night while talking to my mother she said "There is the cat", I turned and sure enough the cat was making its' way up the stairs. I ran up and she did too....no, we didn't find the cat. We also realized my Grandmother was no longer there to let in strays, and besides this was not a tiger cat, she wouldn't mistake it. My tiger cat was a killer. He was one tough tom. He never hissed, chased or even regarded the other "cat". How strange. Now things are getting a little strange to us. We had not yet imagined a ghost cat, but he was a mystery.
We were starting to wonder where the cat was coming from and going and could find no place of entry or exit (if there were one Tiger would be using it too). Weeks went by, one night my mother and I were sitting on the couch again, and up went the cat. She said "Do you see the cat?". I said "Nope", she said "Me either.
From then on we stopped wasting our time and let the little spirit cat make its' way up (never down) the stairs. He was as solid as you or I, and never said a meow, but he wasn't really there in the way you or I are. Today I would call him a residual haunting. He was just another resident of the haunted house we called home. He was seen a few more times by us, then we just stopped looking up when we saw something just out of view on the stairs. Wonder what other things we missed....
I have seen another ghost cat, so they are out there.
Happy Haunting!
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Blankets move?
How often have we seen in the movies a scene where a person gets a blanket snatched off of them? It is almost a cliche', yet it happens.
When I lived in our haunted house in Paterson, NJ, we had all kinds of things go on for a while. Things were escalating, and although my Mom believed it, she never directly experienced it. She heard the noises, she heard and believed my stories, but I think she talked herself out of the few things that happened to her...until the blanket incident and the ghost cat was seen walking up the stairs.
One night after having blankets pulled off a few times over the past week. She decided that before she went to bed she was going to lock the cats in the basement. She was convinced they were pulling on her blankets. I wanted the cats upstairs. All four of them surrounded me at night and were a warm , furry wall of protection. She insisted. I made a deal that if her blankets moved we were not going to lock them in the basement any more. Deal.
We shared a room, two twin beds. The next morning, her alarm went off and she said "I am so tired, those darned cats kept me up all night again. I would pull, they would pull back, we had a tug of war, they are really getting fiesty about it" I said...."Mom, you locked the cats in the basement."
Moment of complete silence......
She was sure they had managed to get the door open. There was a hook and eye lock on it that kept it closed all the way, and locked , of course. She thought maybe she forgot to lock it and then they pushed through. We went downstairs, and you guessed it. The door was closed, and locked.
I said...Yes those darn cats, they even managed to lock themselves back in the basement.
That earned me a look, and the cats were allowed to sleep upstairs from then on again. Apparently the blanket pulling was worse with them in the basement. Maybe someone was just trying to make a point. Maybe it was the ghost cat.....all I know is that if it wanted to make a point, it did.
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C) 2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission
When I lived in our haunted house in Paterson, NJ, we had all kinds of things go on for a while. Things were escalating, and although my Mom believed it, she never directly experienced it. She heard the noises, she heard and believed my stories, but I think she talked herself out of the few things that happened to her...until the blanket incident and the ghost cat was seen walking up the stairs.
One night after having blankets pulled off a few times over the past week. She decided that before she went to bed she was going to lock the cats in the basement. She was convinced they were pulling on her blankets. I wanted the cats upstairs. All four of them surrounded me at night and were a warm , furry wall of protection. She insisted. I made a deal that if her blankets moved we were not going to lock them in the basement any more. Deal.
We shared a room, two twin beds. The next morning, her alarm went off and she said "I am so tired, those darned cats kept me up all night again. I would pull, they would pull back, we had a tug of war, they are really getting fiesty about it" I said...."Mom, you locked the cats in the basement."
Moment of complete silence......
She was sure they had managed to get the door open. There was a hook and eye lock on it that kept it closed all the way, and locked , of course. She thought maybe she forgot to lock it and then they pushed through. We went downstairs, and you guessed it. The door was closed, and locked.
I said...Yes those darn cats, they even managed to lock themselves back in the basement.
That earned me a look, and the cats were allowed to sleep upstairs from then on again. Apparently the blanket pulling was worse with them in the basement. Maybe someone was just trying to make a point. Maybe it was the ghost cat.....all I know is that if it wanted to make a point, it did.
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C) 2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Time for another Ghost Story
I could tell so many ghost stories. I lived in a haunted house for 17 years, then moved into another one for about a year. One other home, I would not call haunted, but it had "something in the basement". I also had experiences outside of those homes.
We had a home in Pennsylvania that was a neat little ranch. The basement was fully finished. There was carpet, paneling, windows, a bar, a family room area. It was not creepy at all. Yet if you ventured into the one corner (where our computer was set up), it was downright creepy. You always felt that you were being watched.
The creepy feeling was most of the experience. There weren't voices or things being moved. The only thing a person would notice who didn't give in to the creep feeling, was that it was always cold there. The basement was heated, sure it was a little cooler than the upstairs, but it wasn't "cold". I would quilt down there and I would stay far away from that corner unless I had to use the computer.
When you sat there it was so cold your fingers would get stiff, your toes numb, and your bones chilled. Yet nothing ever happened. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound.
I didn't think much of it, until my young daughter would run up the stairs after turning off the lights. There was a switch at the top of the stairs in the kitchen, but the light it attached to had a string pull too, so sometimes you had to venture to the actual light to turn it off or on. When I asked her what was going on, she said there is something creepy down there. She felt it too.
The day before our closing to buy the house, the lady who lived there died suddenly. She was in a parking lot of a picture framing store after dropping off a picture to be framed. She sat in her car, had a massive heart attack and died. Our closing was of course moved out a week or so, but we closed and moved in. I don't know if it was her just guarding over the house. She never really had a chance to settle into her new home. It was not ready for them yet (it was being built), and they were living with her mother at the time. Her husband was devastated.
I would think she wouldn't hang out in the basement, but come up and enjoy the house she loved for so long, but then again she may have not wanted to intrude on the new family. I don't think it was her however. When you visit enough haunted places, you realize there is a "feeling" that means something is there, and then there are varying degrees of CREEPY. Creepy can be an unhappy , grouchy spirit, to something not of this earth. I never figured out what was down there. I left it alone and it left me alone. I never got an impression of a person, gender, or name, which is unusual. I guess I will never know. Today I would be down there asking questions with a recorder in my hand, but that wasn't what we did in those days not so long ago!
When we sold the house I didn't mention it . I didn't feel anyone was in danger there, as it never did a thing to us over the years , except make us cold. There were no ghost shows and such at the time, I would have most likely been labeled a nutcase. I wonder if the new family in the house (which included two little boys), ever felt anything. I think there is a new family in there now.
I had never discussed the creepy feeling with her, after all, who wants to scare a kid of about 6 years old. She didn't have any concept of ghosts and such at that age, yet she felt it too. It is funny how some ghost stories aren't dramatic, yet the creepy feeling in that area was one of the worst I have ever felt, only topped by my house in New Mexico and the Axe Murder House in Villisca.
There are creepy spots all over this planet. They are exciting to find, yet not so much fun when they are in your basement.
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission
We had a home in Pennsylvania that was a neat little ranch. The basement was fully finished. There was carpet, paneling, windows, a bar, a family room area. It was not creepy at all. Yet if you ventured into the one corner (where our computer was set up), it was downright creepy. You always felt that you were being watched.
The creepy feeling was most of the experience. There weren't voices or things being moved. The only thing a person would notice who didn't give in to the creep feeling, was that it was always cold there. The basement was heated, sure it was a little cooler than the upstairs, but it wasn't "cold". I would quilt down there and I would stay far away from that corner unless I had to use the computer.
When you sat there it was so cold your fingers would get stiff, your toes numb, and your bones chilled. Yet nothing ever happened. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound.
I didn't think much of it, until my young daughter would run up the stairs after turning off the lights. There was a switch at the top of the stairs in the kitchen, but the light it attached to had a string pull too, so sometimes you had to venture to the actual light to turn it off or on. When I asked her what was going on, she said there is something creepy down there. She felt it too.
The day before our closing to buy the house, the lady who lived there died suddenly. She was in a parking lot of a picture framing store after dropping off a picture to be framed. She sat in her car, had a massive heart attack and died. Our closing was of course moved out a week or so, but we closed and moved in. I don't know if it was her just guarding over the house. She never really had a chance to settle into her new home. It was not ready for them yet (it was being built), and they were living with her mother at the time. Her husband was devastated.
I would think she wouldn't hang out in the basement, but come up and enjoy the house she loved for so long, but then again she may have not wanted to intrude on the new family. I don't think it was her however. When you visit enough haunted places, you realize there is a "feeling" that means something is there, and then there are varying degrees of CREEPY. Creepy can be an unhappy , grouchy spirit, to something not of this earth. I never figured out what was down there. I left it alone and it left me alone. I never got an impression of a person, gender, or name, which is unusual. I guess I will never know. Today I would be down there asking questions with a recorder in my hand, but that wasn't what we did in those days not so long ago!
When we sold the house I didn't mention it . I didn't feel anyone was in danger there, as it never did a thing to us over the years , except make us cold. There were no ghost shows and such at the time, I would have most likely been labeled a nutcase. I wonder if the new family in the house (which included two little boys), ever felt anything. I think there is a new family in there now.
I had never discussed the creepy feeling with her, after all, who wants to scare a kid of about 6 years old. She didn't have any concept of ghosts and such at that age, yet she felt it too. It is funny how some ghost stories aren't dramatic, yet the creepy feeling in that area was one of the worst I have ever felt, only topped by my house in New Mexico and the Axe Murder House in Villisca.
There are creepy spots all over this planet. They are exciting to find, yet not so much fun when they are in your basement.
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Manifesting requires patience
I love to quilt. Love it. I know as a quilter that the better (and more expensive), the equipment, the easier it is to get great results. There are tools that allow precision and simplicity. One of them is an expensive sewing machine.
I have an expensive sewing machine, but it is not a machine made for quilters. Quilting has become such a huge industry that there are special machines for piecing quilts, and quilting quilts. Machines specialize in embroidering, quilting, and couture sewing.
My machine works well, but not for tiny pieces with tiny seams. I was told it was great for quilting, and it is, but "quilting" as in putting the 3 layers together, not in piecing. Precise piecing has always been a challenge with this machine.
A few months ago I started looking for a good quilt piecing machine. I researched and found what I wanted, but for some reason (big dollars most likely), the sewing machine industry doesn't like to say what these machines cost. I knew it would be expensive, but there are $800 machines, and there are $4000.00 machines. It is kind of hard to figure if you can buy it now, later or not at all when you don't know the price. (I would love a long arm quilting machine, but those run about $6000-10,000).
We went to a local machine retailer and they didn't carry the one I wanted. They told me what I had was better. Well, I do have a top of the line machine, but I am not sewing clothes most of the time. They almost talked me out of looking for a new machine. I went home and worked on the quilt I was working on, very small pieces are very difficult to manage.....the fabric doesn't cover the feed dogs with the 1/4" seam allowance, and things go sideways. So I was inspired to keep looking. I found prices ranging all over the place. The nearest retailer was in Illinois about 80- miles away.
So, I finally got smart and said, "Universe find me this machine, this model, this shape for under this price". It took the Universe about 3 weeks. It found one. I had been searching everywhere from the paper to Ebay and back again. Yesterday I saw a blog that suggested Ebay for great used and new machines. I had already looked on Ebay a few weeks ago, but I looked again...I found it. Half price of what she paid, and a couple of hundred under my "Universal request". Used only a couple of times, with items still sealed in the factory plastic. This one is for me! Sometime soon I will have my new machine (no I am not giving up the old one although I suspect Matt and his ribbon shirts will take precedence).
When you can't find exactly what you want, for the price you want, or the money for it, manifest it. Leave the words "can't" and "won't" out of your vocabulary, and search it out. Remember the manifesting rules, and one of those is "give it time". Don't be afraid to retry things, or look back in the same place.
I saved about $700.00 and put some money in a pocket where it may have been greatly needed. Now all the "fun money" is gone, but I am sure I can manifest a way to bring in some more.
The answer the Universe gives is always YES, the question is only, "when"?
Peshaui Wequashimese
(C)2012 Dr R M Wolf. May not be used, copied or reproduced without prior written permission
I have an expensive sewing machine, but it is not a machine made for quilters. Quilting has become such a huge industry that there are special machines for piecing quilts, and quilting quilts. Machines specialize in embroidering, quilting, and couture sewing.
My machine works well, but not for tiny pieces with tiny seams. I was told it was great for quilting, and it is, but "quilting" as in putting the 3 layers together, not in piecing. Precise piecing has always been a challenge with this machine.
A few months ago I started looking for a good quilt piecing machine. I researched and found what I wanted, but for some reason (big dollars most likely), the sewing machine industry doesn't like to say what these machines cost. I knew it would be expensive, but there are $800 machines, and there are $4000.00 machines. It is kind of hard to figure if you can buy it now, later or not at all when you don't know the price. (I would love a long arm quilting machine, but those run about $6000-10,000).
We went to a local machine retailer and they didn't carry the one I wanted. They told me what I had was better. Well, I do have a top of the line machine, but I am not sewing clothes most of the time. They almost talked me out of looking for a new machine. I went home and worked on the quilt I was working on, very small pieces are very difficult to manage.....the fabric doesn't cover the feed dogs with the 1/4" seam allowance, and things go sideways. So I was inspired to keep looking. I found prices ranging all over the place. The nearest retailer was in Illinois about 80- miles away.
So, I finally got smart and said, "Universe find me this machine, this model, this shape for under this price". It took the Universe about 3 weeks. It found one. I had been searching everywhere from the paper to Ebay and back again. Yesterday I saw a blog that suggested Ebay for great used and new machines. I had already looked on Ebay a few weeks ago, but I looked again...I found it. Half price of what she paid, and a couple of hundred under my "Universal request". Used only a couple of times, with items still sealed in the factory plastic. This one is for me! Sometime soon I will have my new machine (no I am not giving up the old one although I suspect Matt and his ribbon shirts will take precedence).
When you can't find exactly what you want, for the price you want, or the money for it, manifest it. Leave the words "can't" and "won't" out of your vocabulary, and search it out. Remember the manifesting rules, and one of those is "give it time". Don't be afraid to retry things, or look back in the same place.
I saved about $700.00 and put some money in a pocket where it may have been greatly needed. Now all the "fun money" is gone, but I am sure I can manifest a way to bring in some more.
The answer the Universe gives is always YES, the question is only, "when"?
Peshaui Wequashimese
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