I have been reading Pam Grout’s book—a manual to guide the reader through nine do-it-yourself energy experiments that prove your thoughts create your reality. None of the experiments are expensive. Or suppose to take long.
*Snort* she obviously didn’t try her experiments during a heat wave.
Three weeks ago I finished experiment #2 and that’s where things bogged down because to do experiment #3 one needs two wire coat-hangers. Crap on a stick! Finding wire hangers turned out to be like hunting for a rotary dial phone.
But, I did find one—hiding in the back of the closet holding up a piece of clothing that will never see the light of day again. One down, one to find. I asked my neighbor to the left. She laughed. So I turned to the right-side neighbor. She looked puzzled but then thought she might have one. Somewhere. It took a day of hunting but she managed to find one for me.
Only, remember the above mentioned heat wave? I’m living proof that during a heat wave, brain cells melt because I put those hangers down somewhere and immediately forgot about them. Worse still, I forgot about Pam’s book too!
Until yesterday at exactly 3:15 a.m. And, as soon as the memory popped into consciousness I jumped up (in slo mo) and after gathering up book and wire hangers, proceeded to the far end of the mobile where I followed Pam’s instructions on constructing a pair of energy dowsing rods.
Step one: With the rods held out a short distance at chest height you wait until the wires stop winging about like a couple of drunk noodles. Once they are settled you need to recall some nasty memory; a negative, drag-down, pull-out-your-heart scene and let it flow over you as you watch the rods.
For me, the rods pulled inward to form a tight cross over—Picture the crossed arms of a grumpy atheist, upon answering her doorbell, and finding a catholic priest on her porch.
Step two: Conjure up a wonderful, joy-packing, bliss-bringing memory from the past and watch the action again. For me, the rods pulled far far apart—imagine a mother standing on her porch as she watches her long-gone son or daughter returning and picture her arms swinging wide for that all encompassing hug. Yeah! The swing open was THAT wide.
Huh—who knew energy could be so . . . energizing!