Hidden in Plain Sight: How to Attract What You Want in Life

Written 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. Fromrepparttar spine-tingling glacial lakes of Alaska torepparttar 122343 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 andrepparttar 122344 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 torepparttar 122345 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 feltrepparttar 122346 "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 atrepparttar 122347 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 wasrepparttar 122348 cat. She wasrepparttar 122349 nip. She was determined to get my attention!

A Helpful Hawk

My first clue torepparttar 122350 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 offrepparttar 122351 path, heading inrepparttar 122352 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 atrepparttar 122353 spot he was focused on, he flew off. Wow! I found myself standing smack inrepparttar 122354 middle ofrepparttar 122355 lost trail! My winged friend had delivered me back to my path.

Dancing with Danger

Mother Nature had just begun to rearrange my understanding aboutrepparttar 122356 inner workings ofrepparttar 122357 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 ofrepparttar 122358 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 haverepparttar 122359 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 alwaysrepparttar 122360 case. What other surprises did Mother Nature have in store for me?

It’s Never Too Late to Say I Love You

Written 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 fromrepparttar seminar leader Lester Levenson and forrepparttar 122342 positive changes I made. But I leftrepparttar 122343 human potential seminar filled with sadness, frustration and regret. Duringrepparttar 122344 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 haverepparttar 122345 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.

Afterrepparttar 122346 final session ofrepparttar 122347 seminar, I shuffled off to my motel room, packed my bags for an early morning flight, and hitrepparttar 122348 sack. However, sleep eluded me. I kept seeingrepparttar 122349 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 andrepparttar 122350 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,repparttar 122351 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 wererepparttar 122352 same: “You’ll find out!” That one phrase was our central conversation. For twenty years, our main communication to each other was thatrepparttar 122353 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 byrepparttar 122354 abrupt slam of a door—his death. Yes, it was too late for me. Finally, unable to shakerepparttar 122355 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 atrepparttar 122356 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 aroundrepparttar 122357 manhole covers I’d been passing over. I examined each lid I came upon, but could not discoverrepparttar 122358 source ofrepparttar 122359 soft, vague radiance.

In my understanding ofrepparttar 122360 world, abnormalities—such as this faint shimmer—in my “normal environment” are never an accident. These irregularities inrepparttar 122361 “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!” onrepparttar 122362 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 concerningrepparttar 122363 situation.

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