Hidden in Plain Sight: How to Attract What You Want in LifeWritten by Sulana Stone/www.SedonaVisionQuest.com
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you." —Rumi
You can't fool Mother Nature. But she sure can fool you. What a beauty she is—wowing us with her spacious skies and purple mountains majesty, and taunting us with her tantalizing tapestries of flora, fauna and frolicking creatures. From spine-tingling glacial lakes of Alaska to heart-warming mystical canyons of Arizona, I've experienced some of her best creations. Nature and I have been very intimate. I felt I knew her secrets. Boy, was I wrong!
I admit, I only wanted her for her looks and way she makes me feel. It never occurred to me that Mother Nature has a deeper, more compassionate, protective side. I ignored her whispers that she has gifts for me—treasures more valuable than gold. And I was blind to clues she scattered on my path.
In my youth, if Mother Nature told me her wild birds could guide me back to a lost path, I'd have felt she was nutty as a squirrel. Knowing that I wouldn't listen to her, she sent a skilled sage to get her message through my thick skull. The Native American medicine man asked a simple question: "Did you know that rattlesnakes only bite "civilized" people and leave tribal people alone?" I felt "crazy" shaman had a few rattles loose in his brain. But his words were intriguing. "How could that be?" I wondered. "Why would a snake choose to bite some people and leave others alone?" His preposterous claim haunted me.
Unbeknownst to me at time, this bold assertion propelled my life into a new direction that would take me off my known map into uncharted territory. Mother Nature was luring me in. I was cat. She was nip. She was determined to get my attention!
A Helpful Hawk
My first clue to guiding, caring aspect of Mother Nature occurred when a bird led me back to a hiking trail I'd lost. I'd gotten about 50 yards off path, heading in wrong direction. Suddenly a bird screeched. Looking up, I spotted a low-flying hawk circling intently over a particular spot. An investigation was in order. When I arrived at spot he was focused on, he flew off. Wow! I found myself standing smack in middle of lost trail! My winged friend had delivered me back to my path.
Dancing with Danger
Mother Nature had just begun to rearrange my understanding about inner workings of natural world. She arranged for me to experience safety in situations that are usually hazardous for humans. To protect their offspring, wild boar usually attack people who intrude into their space. When I surprised a family of 40 wild boar with babies and they were more curious than hostile toward me. A poisonous scorpion crawled harmlessly over my foot without showing any inclination to sting. During a lengthy close encounter of wily kind, a pack of coyotes sniffed me, checked me out thoroughly, and then went nonchalantly on their way. And I stomped my foot within an inch of a nesting rattlesnake—without triggering a bite or even a rattle. Now I have confidence to walk—and even sit—peacefully within a couple feet of resting rattlesnakes.
Ah, Mother Nature and my "crazy" medicine man—their ingenious game plan was bearing fruit. The clues I was picking up from my uncharted journey were beginning to form a fresh picture about how life really works. I could now see that situations that appear dangerous are not always case. What other surprises did Mother Nature have in store for me?
It’s Never Too Late to Say I Love YouWritten by keith Varnum
Whew! I just barely survived a workshop in Sedona, Arizona, with only a fragment of my old sense of self in tact—and that hanging by a thread. I was grateful for what I learned from seminar leader Lester Levenson and for positive changes I made. But I left human potential seminar filled with sadness, frustration and regret. During conference, many people, especially men, expressed their recent joy and thankfulness in reconnecting with their estranged fathers. They shared with us how fulfilling it was to tell their fathers they loved them, and, in many cases, to even have expression of affection returned. Since my father was long dead, I felt I’d blown my chance to experience an exchange of love with him. Throughout my life, I often remarked to friends that it would take an act of God, a miracle, to reconcile my father and me. And that is exactly what it took.
After final session of seminar, I shuffled off to my motel room, packed my bags for an early morning flight, and hit sack. However, sleep eluded me. I kept seeing happy faces of those fortunate guys who reconciled with their dads. I could still hear their joyous laughter as they compared stories with each other and group.
Memories of my father and our countless arguments played over and over in my mind. My dad and I never spoke much about anything, let alone affection or feelings. In anger and arrogance, last words I spoke to him while he was alive were “You’ll find out!” Some send-off I gave him!
And his last words to me were same: “You’ll find out!” That one phrase was our central conversation. For twenty years, our main communication to each other was that other one would find out he was wrong—about whatever topic we disagreed, about life in general, about everything! I winced at our voices of anger reverberating through my mind and then cut off by abrupt slam of a door—his death. Yes, it was too late for me. Finally, unable to shake feeling of hopelessness and self- judgment to find solace in sleep, I dressed and left my motel room for a late night walk.
Shoulders hunched, eyes staring at pavement below my feet, I took a sorry stroll through dark and empty streets. I’d been wandering aimlessly for some time when, through my self-absorbed despair, I noticed a faint, yet definite glow of golden light around manhole covers I’d been passing over. I examined each lid I came upon, but could not discover source of soft, vague radiance.
In my understanding of world, abnormalities—such as this faint shimmer—in my “normal environment” are never an accident. These irregularities in “expected picture” are usually my spirit’s way of trying to get my attention. This signal means my inner coach has a message for me and wants me to listen up. It’s like “You’ve got mail!” on computer. This particular sign of a soft glow is familiar to me. A faint radiance has been one of my soul’s principal devices to attract my attention and get me to go inside to check in with my intuition concerning situation.