Our Outer World is a Reflection of Our Inner World.



When we see bad things happening, we wonder why it is so when we know we did not consciously intend them to happen. When we set an intention to create wealth, we may encounter loss. When we set an intention to have a better relationship with someone, we encounter obstacles or conflict to make it worse. Actually what we are facing is only temporary. Those very events that appear as bad are really not bad at all. They are just part of the process of things turning into our greatest good.
Decide what you want. Believe you can have it. Believe you deserve it
and believe it's possible for you. And then close your eyes every day for
several minutes, and visualize having what you already want, feeling the
feelings of already having it. Come out of that and focus on what you're
grateful for already, and really enjoy it. Then go into your day and release
it to the Universe and trust that the Universe will figure out how to manifest it.You are so much more powerful than you give yourself credit for.
Even if it occurs subconsciously, you are fashioning your life to support
the image of who you think you are. If you see yourself as a helpless victim,
you will attract events and scenarios to support the story of "Poor me, why
does this always happen in my life?"
It happens because you create it. The universe is simply doing its job of
giving you what you say you want. Maybe on the unconscious level, you
enjoy the negative attention that being a victim brings, and if you convince
the universe that you are a victim, the universe will deliver. Isn't that a good
enough reason to change your negative, self-defeating thoughts into those that
exude power and possibility? Let that victim role go, and start thinking of
yourself as a magnificent, powerful, and courageous being. Then sit back and
enjoy the gifts the universe showers on you. These new, fresh experiences
will reflect your healthy, empowered vision of yourself.



Lucinda Basset.

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