Seth and the Road to Freedom, Part 2

You must understand that your ideas and thoughts do not exist as phantoms or shadow images without substance. They are electromagnetic realities. They affect your physical being and they are automatically translated by your nervous system into the stuff of your flesh and of your experience.
The Nature of Personal Reality, Session 627

When I’m told I can consciously create with my thoughts, I as­sume if the statement is true, then there is a process a thought goes through in order to become part of a future event. A set of mechanics must come into play, albeit universal in scope but nonetheless systematic, that makes it happen. Seth, by clearly defining the nature of reality, gave me the understanding I needed to experiment with this pioneering concept of creating what I want to experience.

There was one problem, however. Neither Seth nor anyone else laid out a concise plan I could follow that would get me from here to there. They offered suggestions and mentioned some of the tools to use, but they gave me no checkpoints, no way to gauge the effectiveness of the process until my creation entered physical reality—or didn’t, as the case might be. They didn’t tell me what traps I could fall into, what steps would accelerate the process, what land mines awaited me. In essence, they just said I could do it…which is no insignificant message!

With a long career grounded in logic, I came well equipped into the realm of the foo-foo with attributes that eventually helped me start to break the code to conscious creation. My first simple successes came easily: I materialized parking places.

During the Christmas season, the San Francisco Bay area malls choke with vehicles bumper-fighting for the right to park. I se­lected that setting as my beta test site. I kept a form handy in my car, designed to capture certain data, such as when and where the test occurred, the condition of the parking lot, and whether I suc­ceeded or failed at getting a place near my area of choice—which meant right up front.

As I neared the destination mall, I started visualizing myself nosing the car into a slot very close to the entrance I specified, feeling intense joy at having accomplished my little feat. After twenty-five hits and no misses, I threw the notebook away and chose my next project. No in-betweens for me. I set my goal for wealth…no, freedom, which money could buy me.

Way back when, Stan was lovingly indifferent to my quest. “Oh, very interesting,” was his usual polite murmur as I read aloud passages from my latest book. His return to his own read­ing material, exquisite in timing—not too soon to offend, but the exact nanosecond the way was clear—led me to suspect yawning boredom shared his side of the bed.

At the time, as vice president of the western regional field service division for a large com­puter manufacturer, hundreds of people reported to him. His background is engineering, technical and financial. If I had diffi­culty leaving the supposed logical for the esoteric, Stan’s leap had to be quantum. But eventually leap he did, if a slow crawl can be so colored by the paint brushes of retrospect.

In the beginning, his budding interest was frequently tem­pered by self-imposed reality checks, like the time he agreed to attend his first metaphysical seminar. As we were unpacking our suitcases, I enthusiastically told him conference attendees had completely booked the hotel. He opened the drapes with a flour­ish, and stepped onto our second story balcony to better view the stunning high desert sunset.

After a moment he grew quiet, staring at the courtyard below. I wondered what was up as I moved to his side. There, in splendid regalia, were three women whose appearance suggested they had been time-transported from a wandering Old World Gypsy tribe. I smiled in appreciation of their creative dress and turned to Stan. His color had drained somewhat and his face was still. Very qui­etly he said, “What have you gotten me into?”

By the time we found ourselves sitting under the blue and white canopy watching the warm Hawaiian breeze ruffle its edges, we could see the light at the end of our personal tunnel. In four months I could cash in my stock and leave the computer in­dustry. We were finally to be free, after years of wild swings be­tween depression and elation, desperation and knowing, complete faith and complete lack of it. We had maneuvered the waters of our consciousnesses, found riptides too late at times, but on time at others.

The bottom line, we’d learned, is responsibility, responsibility for our belief system that causes an event—that causes an effect—that causes an emotion—that reinforces what we think. In other words, we’re re­sponsible for the tapestry of our lives, the worn, tired threads and the bright shining buttons. The whole cloth. It doesn’t matter one whit if we agree we create everything that happens to us; we do it just the same. The difference between choosing to be aware and not choosing to be aware can be the difference between a fulfilling, abundant existence, and one fraught with upheaval.

On the drive back home in the bright Kauai sunshine, Stan and I now knew the long-sought answer to our question of what to do with our lives once we left the com­puter industry. We decided we wanted to help ourselves and oth­ers stride into awareness of our individual potential. We wanted to suggest options to the worldwide belief that events are happenstance, and only God can kiss it and make it better. We wanted to tell whoever cared to listen that this is supposed to be fun, that we all have the inherent ability to soar into our dreams…just like Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

Excerpted from Beyond the Winning Streak: Using Conscious Creation to Consistently Win at Life, by Lynda Madden Dahl. Lynda is the award-winning author of eight Seth/Jane Roberts-based books, including her latest release SETH AND PSYCHIC HEALTH. She is co-founder of Seth Network International, the global meeting place for Seth readers; published a quarterly magazine, Reality Change: The Global Seth Journal for seven years; has produced numerous Seth conferences and been a speaker at many others. You are invited to become her friend on Facebook and Twitter at Seth Network Intl and Lynda Madden Dahl.

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