The balance between intent and surrender when dancing with the Universe
I’ve mentioned how self-love and manifesting meditations with Dr. Joe have re-wired my brain. They’ve given me an EPIC new life. I’ve never had the happiness I get on an everyday basis, like I have the past year and a half.
Manifesting My Writing Abilities
I manifest like crazy, and one of the things I manifested was the ability to write romance novels.
I couldn’t tell stories for sh*t a year ago, or so that’s what I told my mind. It believed me, too.
Thankfully, I changed that. I changed my self-talk and convinced my brain that I’m an amazing fiction writer with tons of stories to tell. Here I am having finished my 3rd steamy romance novel in only ten weeks!
But here’s the thing…
After I published the first steamy romance novel, Lockdown Love, I slowly slipped into high-beta analysis once we hit the PUBLISH button on Amazon.
The anxiety creeped in like molasses. (Thankfully. Because that means at some level I was resisting it.)
So anyway, my rock-star attitude thought I knew better than to let those jitters grapple with my peace — BUT WHOOPS — it happened. Just this week.
I let my mind over-analyze stats and downloads and sales… wondering how many people were reading the book and downloading it. And, liking it? WHAT’S MY ABSR!?!?!
The point came where I was sitting on the edge of my seat, and it wasn’t because I was watching Interstellar or Top Chef.
My survival energy center — the root chakra — twisted with discomfort.
In the past I would’ve slipped into that darkness and stayed there for days, weeks, maybe years. This time, it wasn’t as overwhelming and I had my whits about me to nip that bud.
These were signs to get my shit together.
So… What was I doing wrong?
I manifested… accomplished part of what I’d wanted. But it was only part of the process.
I stomped my way into the Universe’s kitchen and tried to tell the chef how to make my “food.”
You don’t do that. (Universe chuckling)
It made me think about a lesson from Dr. Joe … balancing your intent with your surrender. Ah, yes.
A calm breeze entered my overheated mind.
Here’s what I had done. I’d put out the intent — the manifestation I wanted — which was writing stories and to be successful with sales. I’m after being a Happy Sexy MILLIONAIRE after all.
And I wrote the book(s)! BAM! CHECK! DONE! And still creating more!
(Funny, when I started my HSM manifestations, I never in a million years dreamt that my life would include publishing fiction, novels, but that’s how the Universe works. You can’t always know the how. You can’t storm your way into the kitchen and tell the chef how to prepare the meal.)
But I tried to push and force my way into the kitchen last week.
Thankfully, my consistent Dr. Joe and Self-Love work did what they were designed to do… Punch me in the face when I get off track.
And this brings me to today’s post. Manifesting and dreaming and planning are all good — when done in the right frame of mind, which comes with surrendering those things back to the Universe (for me), maybe it’s God for you.
I gleefully wrote my book with ease. But then I tried to control the sales of it, and in doing so I became overly analytical, wrapping myself in a scratchy wool blanket of high-beta brain waves. And it threatened to kill my precious creativity. And the peace. And, of course, the fun!
So I stopped. That. Shit.
I knew better.
I do not help my creative process for writing more books if I am stressed. The brain doesn’t work like that.
I do not attract the positive things I want if I cast too many glances at negative energy. The Universe doesn’t work like that.
And, well, everything calmed down.
My root chakra danced instead of fought.
The Manifesting Recipe
Don’t swim against the tide… you don’t need to. Don’t invite survival emotions into the arena unless you just as quickly show them the door. You know the survival emotions I’m talking about: The ones that make you look 137 years instead of 41, the ones that make you have to pee but you hold it because you’re too busy… the ones that turn your brain to useless mush.
A key component to the manifesting recipe is equal parts intent and surrender. Think about your dreams, meditate about them, create them and feeeeeeeeel them in your mind. Take actions to move in that direction, but then also surrender the fuck out of them.
Let go and relax.
Let your mind recline.
Trust the things you want, that you’re destined for, are coming. But maintain those ever-important, uplifted and beautifully elevated emotions (love, awe, gratitude, excitement, generosity, joy, bliss, peace).
Otherwise, your manifestations will take a hell of a lot longer to arrive, like Amazon deliveries during a pandemic.