EFT - The Evidence, The Angels, Adam and my Field of Dreams

After last weekend at our Success on Tap EFT workshop, Ann asked us to collect evidence as we went about our daily business of creating the day we want (scripting), affirming, tapping and logging things we are grateful for in our nightly routine of a Gratitude Journal, evidence that our tapping is working.

Here's my evidence at the end of this first week.   Pin back your luggoles, this is going to be a long posting, as I have enjoyed and co-created a very abundant week.   Sorry.   Not.

Beloved Marion had written a while back about a book she enjoyed reading called Expecting Adam, by Martha Beck.   Martha Beck is a respected Harvard academic with three degrees, and when she was expecting her second child, Adam, who was born with Down's Syndrome, something very odd indeed started to happen to Martha.   Angels started to run her life for her, saving her and her family from a car accident, saving the baby from miscarrying, appearing to her in visions, talking to her, enabling her to time-travel, and more.   I kid you not.   And Martha kids you not.   As she says in the very last sentences of her book "the harder something is to believe (in this book), the truer it is likely to be. The more I think about it, the more this seems to be the way things are with life in general."

A while back, having read Marion's enthusiasm for this book, I quizzed her quite closely about it, something which Marion says she cannot remember.   And then last weekend, after the EFT workshop, I felt moved to order it from Amazon.   It arrived very quickly, perhaps as early as Monday or Tuesday, and I immediately took most of the afternoon off to start reading in.   By Wednesday, I couldn't bear to be parted from it, it's one of those books that you have to read as you walk along the pavement, glued to the pages; I almost had to read it on the massage table on Wednesday evening, something which Jane seemed quite happy to sanction, although I did manage to restrain myself!

At the EFT workshop, I had allowed Ann to tap me on my wanting to trust The Universe (or my own angels) to help me more, so that I could ease back on my hard-working, hard-driving energy which is beginning to exhaust me.   I wanted to become an ace manifester just using gratitude, attraction principles, energy psychology, wonder and delight.   Yes, I know, wacky bollocks.   And yet I believe it. And Martha Beck, who wrote one of my very favourite coaching books Follow Your Own North Star and is, as I say, a respected academic with three degrees (I think that bears repeating) also believes it, and she is definitely not Away With The Fairies, like I can sometimes be.   At least she wasn't, before she was Expecting Adam.

More and more evidence appears to me, even before the workshop, that actually I control very little in my life, and so I might just as well surrender to The Universe or The Angels or God or whoever is sending me the stuff both good and bad which is turning up in my life.   I might just as well trust that energy, work with it, expect it to work and ask it for better stuff.   I was already a goodly way along this path anyway and so it wasn't all that much of a stretch for me.

Martha's book dominated last week and I ended up on Friday, skiving off and finishing it in Starbucks and sobbing as elegantly as possible into my TSMHCXHXC2G.   It was wonderful.   I cannot praise this book highly enough and it was so appropriate for me to read it last week, during my first real week of Trusting Unknown Third Parties to co-create my life.   I even began to think I could feel, if not see, the angels that Martha manifested during her second pregnancy working for me in my own life.   I kinda knew they were there anyway as I have often enjoyed their benevolence.   Not quite up to Martha's standard but I am open to receive now.

One of the bits in the book which made me both laugh and cry at the same time reads as follows:

"Long before he could read or write even the most basic words (or so I thought), Adam came home to tell me, in his garbled tongue, about the new boy who had just moved into his class, and who had become Adam's friend. When I couldn't understand his pronounciation of the boy's name, Adam grabbed a pencil in his stubby, grubby little-boy fingers, and wrote "Miguel Fernando de la Hoya" on a piece of paper - a piece of paper, needless to say, which I intend to frame. If I ever need a dose of Adam and he isn't around, I'll be able to look at that clumsily written name and remember what it is like to tap into an intelligence powered exclusively by love."

That last bit, an intelligence powered exclusively by love, refers to the fact that when learning to spell, Adam couldn't do E for Egg, for example, but he could do E for Elizabeth, his sister's name, or G for Grandpa.   His love for his family and friends was at the centre of his conciousness, enabled him to learn, and motivated all of his waking moments.   I want my intelligence to be powered exclusively (or largely anyway) by love.   I choose that now.

Why did I choose to read this book now, when I have been aware of it since Marion wrote about it in January?   And why did ITV schedule Field of Dreams on Saturday when I happened to be at my friend's house, the friend with a television, when I needed something to do while she was busy doing something else.   And why did I choose to spend a couple of hours watching it?   Well, obviously because it's one of my favourite films, but why Saturday, when I normally spend Sundays at that house, and why this week or all weeks?

And why did a blubber like a baby all the way through, again?

I first watched this film on a plane in 1989 with Chinese subtitles, and the background roar of the Rolls Royce engines on a jumbo jet on my way to Hong Kong.   I remember loving it.   I must have seen it three or four times in my life and I am word perfect in some bits of it ("Is this Heaven?" "No, it's Iowa.") and yes, it is in my Top 10 Movies of All Time.   But Saturday was quite a surreal experience.   I began to sob quite uncontrollably in parts because it seemed just like Martha's book to be talking to me, Judith, about trusting in The Universe and my angels.

As the movie rolled, I felt a bit like Martha. I felt that the angels were talking to me quite personally and specifically on this very topic of trust and following your dreams.

One of my dreams is to write.   And people say to me "why havent you written your book yet?" and other helpful things like that.   Not.   And I wonder, I do.   Why haven't I?   I guess its because I dont really think I have anything unique to say and yet, of course, even as I write that I know that it's pure unadulterated rubbish.

Anyway, this week, Evidence Week, I did write something.   I was tasked with writing 1,000 words about me, by way of an introduction to another book which someone else is writing about the experience of being coached by me on her own wealth journey to financial freedom.   And I tell you the words veritably flowed out of me.   And I SO didnt stop at 1,000 words, just as I seem unable to keep this story short now, when perhaps that would be better for fear of losing my audience.   Although again, as I write that, I know it's pure unadulterated rubbish as I am writing this piece for me, for my evidence.

What did Field of Dreams say to me on Saturday afternoon?  Follow your own dream, Judith.   Your dream to write.   And trust us, the Angels and the Universe to help and support you, and to co-create.  OK, OK already! Message heard and understood, finally.   And deafeningly, this week, twice over. 

1989 I first watched that film.  And I think I'm bright! Where has my head been for 18 years? Up my arse, clearly.   And I have wanted to write since I was a teenager, when I wanted to be a journalist. And it has specifically been one of my own coaching goals for years now.

Anyway, enough of the preamble - and finally, to the evidence.   What has tapping turned up in my life this week?  What has co-creating with The Universe and trusting my angels brought forth - and remember I am only a week into this... just imagine what we, The Team, The Judith/Universe/Angels Dream Team, could manifest if we really put some welly into this!

Evidence Log

1.   I have been affirming along with Sandy Forster since before Easter and one of the affirmations goes something like this "cheques turn up in my mailbox for thousands of dollars/pounds each week".   Yeah, right.   They don't actually.   And I dont really want cheques, being a kinda online chick.   However, one did turn up this week.   You can always tell it's a cheque can't you, even before you open the envelope and as soon as I ripped it open, in the lift between my postbox and my apartment, I could see it was a cheque and a big one too!   £2141.44.   Wow!   It was, of course, an error.   The payer meant to pay me £214.44 and I was honest enough to point this out to him, but I have the cheque sellotaped to my desk, expecting to manifest more BIG CHEQUES on a regular basis, having given up my resistance to them. Cheques that big are worth going to the bank for!

2.   Someone owes one of my businesses £10,000.   Someone who promised it for Friday 15th, by bacs. So I started chasing it elegantly on Wednesday 13th since bacs takes three working days.   Normally I would  have to chase, cajole, beat, hassle and generally get undignified, defensive and uncomfortable about chasing this money, even though the person who owes us is always on the back foot.   The money is properly owed to us, overdue and rightfully ours; nevertheless, knowing what they are like, I usually chase and hard too.   However, this week I tapped.   Wouldn't it be wonderful if... the money dropped into our bank account easily and effortlessly.   And so it did.   I can see from our online banking its going to be in our bank account tomorrow, only one business day late, and with very minimal chasing on my part.   The guy just rang me on Thursday and requested my bank details!.   Easy and effortless.

3.   The same guy was also going to help me with a business problem, partly of my own making, partly of his.   I asked for some help, expecting this was going to be difficult.   I tapped on it, and it just came into being, easily apparently.   I am grateful for their co-operation.

4.   I got my first ever client via Google!  A jolly nice stranger.  I asked him how he found me, and he said he just Googled for what he wanted and found me.   That means that all my internet marketing over the years is finally working.   Easily and effortlessly.

5.   I dont really enter competitions much, I dont expect to win.   Although I did expect to win The Lottery when it started years ago - I even remember I dressed up on opening night, expecting to win that first night in November, and expecting them to send a limo for me, or a helicopter, or something.  I didnt win, but I did win on New Year's Eve that same year, only a few weeks' later.   I got the first four numbers in the order they came out, which is quite good.   But not good enough.   And so, terribly disappointed, I havent really done the Lottery since.   It's a fool's game - the odds are awful, especially if you dont expect to win.   

This realisation came upon me last week as I found that I had won something in a bag of crisps and as it wasnt something I wanted (£1 off a bottle of wine), I threw the voucher away.   And as I did so, I realised I had done the same thing the week before, won something else I didnt want (another bag of crisps I think) and so threw that away too, even though I clearly went on to buy the same bag of crisps in the following week and win again.   Bizarre what you don't notice.   Anyway, I realise that this is not a good message to be sending to the Universe if you want to manifest things easily, to demonstrate that you don't care about the things you are winning effortlessly by throwing them away!  And so I propose to win more things and enter more competitions, expecting to win. 

Note to self: winning these things I think I dont want and manifesting unbankable cheques is just what I am learning to call "imprecise manifesting".   It is the manifesting of a newbie who is just finding her feet in this abundant world of freebies, and these goodies will improve easily and effortlessly and cheques will get bigger and bigger and be correctly filled out in my name, and prizes ditto.  Ann even told me that, on occasion, she was an imprecise manifester.   Be careful what you wish for.

6.   Part of Ann's strategy for us was to do things we felt inspired to do.   Take inspired action.   And on Friday morning I felt inspired to go to the gym (where I have been only once in 18 months due to my poorly knees) and enjoy a swim, followed up by finishing off Martha's book at Starbucks.   For me, this constitutes nothing more or less than a full morning's skive.   But I also noticed last week that I was feeling more and more inspired to spend less and less time in front of the computer, and so I obeyed my inspiration and went swimming and did 20 lengths.   Morever, I knew that my gym had been taken over since I last went and had re-branded from Holmes Place to Virgin Active so I anticipated that new policies would have come into force.  This was part of my recent resistance to going and creating a new swimming habit, that I would have to learn a new set of rules and negotiate various things I needed and wanted.   Also, that I would feel like a stranger there again, never a nice feeling at a gym, even one as lovely as mine.

Hadi, who welcomed me on reception, helped me with my dilemmas.   He gave me a padlock (we used to use wristbands to open the lockers) and said he would have my new membership card ready for me when I came up from my swim.   When I came back an hour or so later, I thanked him for my padlock gift which incidentally was pink and told him it was my favourite colour.   I asked him could he possibly swap my six Holmes Place guest passes for Virgin Active ones, and he gave me TEN - worth £20 each = £200!   When I asked him why he was being so kind to me he replied "because you are honest".   What he meant was that folks come in and ask for and expect as a right the things he had given to me, and when I simply explained my knee-related circumstances in my usual straightforward way, he lavished abundance upon me.

I had also felt inspired to ask for a refund of my fees I have been paying while not attending the gym while my knees have been poorly, and I had tapped on this, expecting it to be effortless and easy. This didnt go quite so well, and I realise it IS a big ask.   Holmes Place had told me that I could suspend my monthly subscription but since I had always expected to be better the very next day throughout the entire 18 months (being an incurable optimist), I never effected that suspension, wanting to hang onto my much treasured place at this exclusive upmarket beautiful gym, knowing I would return any minute now.   I never did.   Hadi passed me over to Kristina who seemed doubtful, but said if I could bring medical evidence she would ask Head Office to consider my applicaiton for a refund of fees (over £2,000).   My osteopath had already offered to give me such evidence.   Watch this space, and wouldn't it be wonderful if Head Office turn out to be as abundant as Hadi? 

At this point, I just want to log Hadi's generosity to me in welcoming me back to the gym after such a long absence, something I just felt inspired to do while brushing my teeth on Friday morning.  Paying attention to those inspirations, that's the thing.

7.   Finally, for now, I realised that just as I hadn't previously trusted The Universe and my angels to manifest much at all for me, I also didnt trust my various business colleagues and partners very much.  I didnt trust them to be as efficient as me.   I didn't trust them to be as proactive as me.   I didnt trust them to do it right (or not be a flake) if I wasn't breathing down their necks, if I wasn't watching/directing/perfecting/policing, even though I know this isn't a great management style!   And yet at another level altogether, I did trust them all implicitly, otherwise I wouldn't be in business with them.

And so I began tapping on this.   And during the course of the week, guess what?   They spontaneously started to be more reliable, more forthcoming, more efficient, more proactive, even more excellent at what they do.   

I'm sure there's more, much more to report.   I really must learn to tune into the fine detail of everyday abundance.   I will continue to log more evidence, as much for my own benefit as much as anything.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could manifest abundance like this?   I choose that my week be filled with wonder and delight...

Comments

[Claire]

Wow! What a wonderful post, Judith - it gave me goosebumps, and even though I have spent £30 in waterstones this week I can feel some more books needing to be bought......

The best thing about this, for me, is hearing your 'voice' in it. Because I know you, your energy, smile, enthusiasm and genius, I really 'heard' this message loud and clear.

The message I have had recently is that my recently broken wrist is (according to my wise mentors and friends) a message from the universe to stop me procrastinating and get happynurses going! hmmmmmm

[Dr Alison Grimston]

Hi Judith,

This is all so amazing. So you're beginning to see the truth in the whacky bollocks of life! I was amazed when my eyes started to open in 2004, discovering that the law of attraction, the abundance of the universe, healing and even the messages picked up by psychics are all real stuff....

Your blog is certainly a real demonstration of what your EFT workshop was about. Please, please put one on next year (I've used up my study leave for this year as you know...) - you are bound to get more takers after this. I can't wait to get tapping....

PS isn't there a hidden message here about too many packets of crisps? But then, I would say that, wouldn't I, as a holistic doctor...

LOL
Alison
Holistic doctor and healer

[Kate Bacon]

Thanks Judith...inspiriation just when I needed it the most!

Kate x