Re: counting *your* blessings edit at: enjoy your walk

HA~! I miss *the Count*. I have not seen him for
many years, but used to do a pretty good impression of
him...ggg...which pleased my child when she was young.

Wow, you ARE a great manifester~! The Russians did massive
research on the power of manifesting and using the mind
to effect one's environment. Not to say others have not
done research but I have read, in the past, much of the
work by the Russians since American research at that time
was more classified and they were less willing to come out
and say people can control such things. Anyway, now I have
a better appreciation of your concern since certainly, in
my mind, you would be able to make the *counter* spin on
the Curezone dial without benefit of any visitors. So,
then it is not a coincidence that your query piqued my
own curiosity, since a couple of months ago, I was manifesting
and it worked SO WELL it was almost instantaneous and I
was alarmed as I had thought it would take longer and was
not ready for the results. I had never before run into the
situation of trying to *un-manifest*. It took longer to
undo it than it had to manifest it...gggg...

It looks like someone pulled the plug on your experiment~!
(soft chuckling)

I spent most of the day outside and it was a magnificent
day where I live. I was thinking about trees falling in
the woods...and thought you might like this story which
I was remembering...

I used to hike up into the Mark Twain forest and had found
a special huge oak that overlooked a stupendous expanse
of wilderness. There was a small living pond near to
the tree and it was always one of my destinations as
I would go and make a prayer circle and spend hours there.

One year I made a prayer hoop and affixed it to a small
branch which stuck out of the trunk of the tree. I wanted
to know that when the sun rose, it would fall on my prayer
hoop and I could bring my attention to that place of my
bliss.

After my car wreck it was more than a few years before I
could get back there. When I was able, I climbed up with
great anticipation, to see my old friend, the oak, and
to sit in samadhi by the pond and reconnect with the peace
I always felt there. When I arrived, I saw that the mighty
oak had been felled by lightning. You could see where it
had struck and even burned, and it was laying on the ground.
From all appearances, my friend had died. I went to the
side where my prayer hoop had hung and to my surprise,
the only green spot on the entire tree was the branch I
had hung my prayer hoop from. Today while outside, the
memory of my tree friend percolated up and I was grateful
for the blessing of remembering those good times there.

I hope your day was also filled with self-realization :)

blessings,
Zoe

-_-