I've been smelling the roses and it's been wonderful! New experiences, new people, more energy, more zip in my step. I've found myself looking forward to each new day with greater excitement and bigger expectations. I've gone to bed at the end of each day amazed at what I've accomplished. The only problem is, where once I was all work and no play, now I've become almost all play and no work!
Yes, I did what I needed to do to schedule my two-week trip to PA. However, that was where I stopped. I've been so used to having everything I need in one place when it comes time to do my work, that I somehow forgot, in the midst of enjoying this rose garden that I've been cultivating as my life recently, that taking my work on the road is a lot different from working in my office, or even out of my home. And much of what I needed to prepare and pack into my car for the trip, was still packed in poorly marked moving boxes that were sitting in piles in my soon-to-be home office and garage. I'd taken the 'stop and smell the roses' admonition to the extreme, and during the past four days, I've paid the price.
Looking back over the last few weeks, I can see exactly what happened, and it isn't anything new, or anything I shouldn't have expected and watched out for. After all, I've been working with clients for years to help them facilitate changes in their lives (as well as making my own changes), and have always cautioned them that if they have allowed the pendulum of their behavior to swing too far in one direction, it most often will over correct and swing just as far in the other direction, before it finds a comfortable balance somewhere in the middle. For not the first time, or even the second, that's what happened to me these past few weeks. I didn't just stop and smell the roses, I got lost in the garden!
The increased energy I'd been experiencing turned to increased anxiety, and the zip in my step to panic in motion. I rushed around like a crazy person, sometimes walking into a room and forgetting why I'd even entered it. Trying (without giving it rational thought), to continue to enjoy the roses while doing what I had to do, I over-booked myself, squeezing in visits with my family and time with friends, thinking I could do it all.
I did get it all done, but not without paying a price. The calm and peaceful me was replaced by a driven woman with a knot in her stomach and an easily irritated demeanor. I couldn't relax completely and enjoy what I wanted to enjoy because I was too worried about everything still undone. And when I was trying to do what I needed to do, I was criticizing myself for letting everything wait until the last minute.
Changing isn't always easy, even when the change seems like something so simple and wonderful as allowing more joy in my life. To move from all work and no play to a more balanced and fulfilling lifestyle, is a process, just like any other change in behavior is a process. It takes time and thought and effort to move from one place of being and behaving, to another better, more productive, place. It takes plunging in, screwing up, fixing up, messing up again, trying again, and then succeeding, in little increments, and then bigger increments, until at long last, the new behavior is more fixed in place, in a more balanced way, and the old way of being is now more uncomfortable than the new, and becoming more a memory of how I used to be than how I am.
I'm not giving up. I love smelling the roses! But a satisfying, fulfilling life on all levels requires balance. I need to find a place somewhere in the middle. I want to be able to wander through the rose garden, inhaling deeply, in a way that empowers the rest of my life, not in a way that leaves me criticizing myself because I did. I'm a work in progress. We'll see where that progress takes me.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Angels and Messengers
It's interesting to me that in my entire lifetime, before coming to Nashville, I think I may have seen two praying mantises, and in the seven weeks since I've moved to Nashville, I've already seen three! Also of interest to me, is that in each instance here in Nashville, someone has called my attention to the creature in order for me to notice it.
Erin, Hayden's mom, called my attention to one that was perched on the top of the bird feeder on her deck. It took flight almost immediately upon my seeing it. The second sighting occurred on the sidewalk outside a Big Lots store. (I try to stay away from those stores, especially when I don't want to spend money and have nowhere else I have to be next. My mother said they were her worst shopping nightmare when I would drag her with me on a shopping excursion, because I had to walk down every aisle to make sure I didn't miss a bargain!) But sometimes I have absolutely no will power, and as I approached the store on this particular day, the sales person who was outside arranging the shopping carts, called my attention to the second one. It was clinging to the handle of one of the shopping carts, and was the biggest praying mantis I'd ever seen!
I was so enticed by it, that I took out my cell phone and took a picture. It was sitting at an angle, head facing into the bottom of the cart and looking straight ahead. By this time, the sales person had gone back into the store, and looking around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear me, I whispered, "Do you think you could look at the camera? I'd like to get a better picture." No sooner did I finish the sentence and the mantis turned and looked right at me! I quickly snapped the picture. (When I came out of the store forty-five minutes later, it was still sitting in the same place, once again appearing to be staring at the bottom of the cart.)
And two days ago, when I was taking my morning walk, one of my neighbors walked out of her condo and toward her car sitting in her carport. We both waved and said hi, and as I was going to continue past her, she looked down at her tire, and back up at me, and called out, "Hey, what is this?" and pointed at something on the rear tire on the driver's side. I walked over ( I was about twenty feet away when she called out to me.), and looked down at where she was pointing. There, clinging to the center of her tire, was a small brown praying mantis. I said, "It's a praying mantis." She said, " I thought so, but I've never seen one that color." She looked around for a stick, picked one up, and flicked the insect off her tire onto the asphalt, saying, " I don't want to run over it." It promptly scurried under her car, and she spent a couple more minutes coaxing it out and into the flower bed at the side of her garage. We said our goodbyes, she got in her car, and I continued on my way.
The first time my attention was called to the insect, I went home and looked up praying mantis in Steven Farmer's book, Animal Spirit Guides, just curious to see if the messages seemed to fit. (I like this book because he tells you what message the animal/insect is bringing you when it just shows up in your life, as well as what it means if it is a power animal for you.) When I checked it out, the messages all seemed to be exactly what I needed, because I'd been letting myself float through my days without a particular schedule or routine, as I was trying to get used to being in a new place. Here are the messages:
* You could benefit from studying and practicing a martial-arts discipline.
* Make prayer, meditation, or contemplation part of your daily regimen.
*Listen to your instincts as to when to move forward and when to retreat.
*Spend some time in the natural world, and practice being as still as you can for as long as you can, with nothing else to attend to except your breathing.
*Consider redirecting your energy by withdrawing it from whatever isn't working in your life and focusing greater attention on what is working.
After seeing the first praying mantis, and noting the messages, except for taking up the practice of a martial -arts discipline, I'd made a concerted effort to get back on track with my spiritual practice and follow the rest of the advice. And although I was doing better, seeing the second mantis and reviewing the messages again, put the icing on the cake for me. I've been even more focused on starting out each day making time for Spirit, being present 'in the natural world' and directing my energies in more productive ways. (I have to believe that if God makes the effort to provide a human angel to make sure I see the messenger and get the message She is sending, rather than just counting on my noticing it on my own, it must be a really important message, so the least I can do is take Her advice!)
So when my attention was called to the third praying mantis (and in such a dramatic way, this stranger calling out to me from twenty feet way to come look at something on her tire!), I was a bit puzzled, because I thought I was following the Guidance I had received really well, except for that martial arts thing, of course!
As I continued walking, my mind kept going round and round, wondering what this third sighting meant. Since I was already following all the other items in the message, was God trying to tell me that I still needed to address taking up a martial arts practice?
By the time I got home, I was feeling confused and frustrated. I got a glass of water, toweled off the sweat that was dripping down my face, and took my camp chair out to my deck, deciding I would sit in stillness "in the natural world," as the message had directed, and see where that took me.
As my heart rate slowed and my breathing deepened, what gradually began to surface were thoughts of my upcoming road trip to Pennsylvania, and the difference that trip would make in my daily routine: I'd be staying in unfamiliar places; I wouldn't be completely alone in my own space; my schedule would be very different; I'd be working almost full time again; my eating habits would most likely change, etc., etc., etc. In other words, my daily adherence to those messages from the praying mantis that I'd worked so hard to implement and maintain after those first two sightings, were going to be sorely tested by this change in my schedule and God brought my attention back to that messenger and those messages, to make sure that I recognized the importance of not slacking off, of maintaining those practices that have been supporting me so well these past weeks, even though I wouldn't be in the familiar surroundings that supported them.
Not a mind blowing realization by any means, but certainly an important one. God knows me well. She knows that when I'm outside of my usual routine in some way, I am really good at finding excuses for why I can't do, or don't have to do, the things that I should do, the things that I know I need to do, the things that I have been doing, that have given me what I've needed to facilitate the state of mind and being that have led me to where I am.
So I guess that lady yelling at me from twenty feet away to get me to look at that praying mantis on her tire, was God's way of calling to me to take another look at the message from the mantis, to remind me that I need to continue doing what I've been doing, if I want to continue going where I'm meant to go.
I'm not sure how I'll make that happen during my trip. I know it might be a challenge. I also know I like the receptive, open state of mind I've been in these past weeks, as well as the results of focusing my energy on the things that are working for me, as I've followed the advice the mantis offered. This third sighting may be just the heads up I need to keep my ducks in a row, even though the row isn't in its usual place. At some point I have to stop making excuses and start being accountable.
Erin, Hayden's mom, called my attention to one that was perched on the top of the bird feeder on her deck. It took flight almost immediately upon my seeing it. The second sighting occurred on the sidewalk outside a Big Lots store. (I try to stay away from those stores, especially when I don't want to spend money and have nowhere else I have to be next. My mother said they were her worst shopping nightmare when I would drag her with me on a shopping excursion, because I had to walk down every aisle to make sure I didn't miss a bargain!) But sometimes I have absolutely no will power, and as I approached the store on this particular day, the sales person who was outside arranging the shopping carts, called my attention to the second one. It was clinging to the handle of one of the shopping carts, and was the biggest praying mantis I'd ever seen!
I was so enticed by it, that I took out my cell phone and took a picture. It was sitting at an angle, head facing into the bottom of the cart and looking straight ahead. By this time, the sales person had gone back into the store, and looking around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear me, I whispered, "Do you think you could look at the camera? I'd like to get a better picture." No sooner did I finish the sentence and the mantis turned and looked right at me! I quickly snapped the picture. (When I came out of the store forty-five minutes later, it was still sitting in the same place, once again appearing to be staring at the bottom of the cart.)
Outside of Big Lots: first picture
After I asked it to look at the camera!
And two days ago, when I was taking my morning walk, one of my neighbors walked out of her condo and toward her car sitting in her carport. We both waved and said hi, and as I was going to continue past her, she looked down at her tire, and back up at me, and called out, "Hey, what is this?" and pointed at something on the rear tire on the driver's side. I walked over ( I was about twenty feet away when she called out to me.), and looked down at where she was pointing. There, clinging to the center of her tire, was a small brown praying mantis. I said, "It's a praying mantis." She said, " I thought so, but I've never seen one that color." She looked around for a stick, picked one up, and flicked the insect off her tire onto the asphalt, saying, " I don't want to run over it." It promptly scurried under her car, and she spent a couple more minutes coaxing it out and into the flower bed at the side of her garage. We said our goodbyes, she got in her car, and I continued on my way.
The first time my attention was called to the insect, I went home and looked up praying mantis in Steven Farmer's book, Animal Spirit Guides, just curious to see if the messages seemed to fit. (I like this book because he tells you what message the animal/insect is bringing you when it just shows up in your life, as well as what it means if it is a power animal for you.) When I checked it out, the messages all seemed to be exactly what I needed, because I'd been letting myself float through my days without a particular schedule or routine, as I was trying to get used to being in a new place. Here are the messages:
* You could benefit from studying and practicing a martial-arts discipline.
* Make prayer, meditation, or contemplation part of your daily regimen.
*Listen to your instincts as to when to move forward and when to retreat.
*Spend some time in the natural world, and practice being as still as you can for as long as you can, with nothing else to attend to except your breathing.
*Consider redirecting your energy by withdrawing it from whatever isn't working in your life and focusing greater attention on what is working.
After seeing the first praying mantis, and noting the messages, except for taking up the practice of a martial -arts discipline, I'd made a concerted effort to get back on track with my spiritual practice and follow the rest of the advice. And although I was doing better, seeing the second mantis and reviewing the messages again, put the icing on the cake for me. I've been even more focused on starting out each day making time for Spirit, being present 'in the natural world' and directing my energies in more productive ways. (I have to believe that if God makes the effort to provide a human angel to make sure I see the messenger and get the message She is sending, rather than just counting on my noticing it on my own, it must be a really important message, so the least I can do is take Her advice!)
So when my attention was called to the third praying mantis (and in such a dramatic way, this stranger calling out to me from twenty feet way to come look at something on her tire!), I was a bit puzzled, because I thought I was following the Guidance I had received really well, except for that martial arts thing, of course!
As I continued walking, my mind kept going round and round, wondering what this third sighting meant. Since I was already following all the other items in the message, was God trying to tell me that I still needed to address taking up a martial arts practice?
By the time I got home, I was feeling confused and frustrated. I got a glass of water, toweled off the sweat that was dripping down my face, and took my camp chair out to my deck, deciding I would sit in stillness "in the natural world," as the message had directed, and see where that took me.
As my heart rate slowed and my breathing deepened, what gradually began to surface were thoughts of my upcoming road trip to Pennsylvania, and the difference that trip would make in my daily routine: I'd be staying in unfamiliar places; I wouldn't be completely alone in my own space; my schedule would be very different; I'd be working almost full time again; my eating habits would most likely change, etc., etc., etc. In other words, my daily adherence to those messages from the praying mantis that I'd worked so hard to implement and maintain after those first two sightings, were going to be sorely tested by this change in my schedule and God brought my attention back to that messenger and those messages, to make sure that I recognized the importance of not slacking off, of maintaining those practices that have been supporting me so well these past weeks, even though I wouldn't be in the familiar surroundings that supported them.
Not a mind blowing realization by any means, but certainly an important one. God knows me well. She knows that when I'm outside of my usual routine in some way, I am really good at finding excuses for why I can't do, or don't have to do, the things that I should do, the things that I know I need to do, the things that I have been doing, that have given me what I've needed to facilitate the state of mind and being that have led me to where I am.
So I guess that lady yelling at me from twenty feet away to get me to look at that praying mantis on her tire, was God's way of calling to me to take another look at the message from the mantis, to remind me that I need to continue doing what I've been doing, if I want to continue going where I'm meant to go.
I'm not sure how I'll make that happen during my trip. I know it might be a challenge. I also know I like the receptive, open state of mind I've been in these past weeks, as well as the results of focusing my energy on the things that are working for me, as I've followed the advice the mantis offered. This third sighting may be just the heads up I need to keep my ducks in a row, even though the row isn't in its usual place. At some point I have to stop making excuses and start being accountable.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Talk to the mountain!
Several years ago I went to the doctor because I was experiencing a great deal of discomfort in my back, and was tripping frequently. I kept catching the toe of my right shoe on whatever surface I was walking on, and since this hadn't ever been an issue before, decided I should get it checked out. I was diagnosed with mild spinal stenosis. This is a narrowing of the spinal column, generally caused by arthritis, which eventually compresses the spinal cord. As the stenosis progresses and the spinal cord becomes more and more compressed, it causes, among other things, low back and sciatic pain, and weakness in the legs, often resulting in a shuffling gait, or tripping, as the person's ability to lift his/her legs is compromised.
Physical therapy helped, and I continued to do the exercises that I learned there on a regular basis, which helped strengthen my core and made it easier to walk and decreased my discomfort. I also used over the counter pain medications when needed, got regular massages to relax the muscles, and went to my chiropractor on a consistent basis. Overall, I did pretty well.
And then I took a three month trip to Alaska! The long hours of driving, and the sometimes long periods of walking when I was out and about exploring, combined with my unfortunate lack of attention to my exercise regimen, no massages, and no chiropractic sessions, left me in greater discomfort by the time I returned home. So last February the doctor suggested I try a steroid injection in my spine to alleviate the pain. (The only 'cure' for stenosis, medically speaking, is surgery, and, according to my doctor, it only helps if the patient has very severe symptoms. He said that my symptoms were not yet significant enough to merit surgery, and suggested another round of physical therapy, along with the injection.)
I agreed to give it a try, and was amazed at how much better I felt immediately after receiving it. In fact, it was only after I got the shot and felt the difference, that I was able to recognize just how much pain I had been in. (Before the injection I felt like I had a ten pound cement block sitting on my tailbone!) Optimally, the injections last six months, but many people get them and get no relief at all, or may get only a few weeks or a couple of months. I've been one of the very lucky ones and the full measure of my discomfort didn't return until about a month ago. (Along with the injection, I have been religiously doing my exercises and seeing complementary practitioners on a regular basis to help 'heal' the stenosis energetically. And of course, I've been doing self-Reiki too.)
As the pain worsened, I began to wonder what to do. Being in Nashville now, I didn't have any idea which doctor to go to, so I put off doing anything medically, increased my daily self-Reiki sessions and tried to be more consistent with my exercises, even though the discomfort was so great at times that I just wasn't able to do them.
And then I came to the last chapter in a book I have been using as part of my spiritual practice. It's called I Declare: 31 Promises to Speak Over Your Life, by Joel Osteen. In the book, he offers an intention a day for 31 days that he suggests you read out loud at the beginning of each day. According to Joel, as you do this, you will see positive changes occur in your life. And I have to admit that since I've been using the book, I have seen positive changes. I've had more opportunities to enjoy life and have taken them. I've had more energy and enthusiasm, and my days are just brighter and better in all ways. I was even dealing with the increasing
discomfort in my back better. But it's the last chapter in the book that has made an incredible difference!
In those last pages, Joel states that along with praying and asking God to get rid of the mountains (problems, burdens, illnesses, etc.) in our lives, we need to talk to the mountains themselves. We need to tell them to leave. (He quotes Jesus in Mark 11:23: "Whoever will say to this mountain, be removed, and does not doubt in his heart, he will have whatever he says.")
Talking to the mountain, as Joel calls it, isn't a new idea for me. I even teach others to talk to the mountains (I call them blockages), offer gratitude for whatever they came to teach us, and then release them with love. I just never thought about telling them to leave, or as he says, commanding them to leave, not from my authority, but in the authority of that Divine Source of all that is. Joel says that when we do this, we call forth the unseen powers of the Universe, which then begin to work behind the scenes to cause the mountain to crumble.
By the time I read that last chapter, the discomfort in my lower back had worsened considerably. It felt as if it were locked in a vise, the muscles were that tight and the pain that intense. It had been that way for about four days and nothing that I did, or took, helped it at all. As I read those words telling me to command my 'mountain' to leave, I felt this energy run through my body: my signal from Spirit that this was something I needed to pay attention to. I decided to lay on my bed and talk to my pain. I don't remember everything, or even most, of what I said. But I did make a point to command the pain to leave. I do remember that. I was flat on my back for probably thirty minutes, and the words just flowed spontaneously, out loud, once I started. When I finished, I laid there for awhile, not really afraid to move, just more unsure of how to move, since getting off the bed lately has been somewhat challenging because of the increase in the pain.
As I turned on my side and pushed myself into a sitting position, the pain that I had been feeling for the last four days was GONE! Completely. I was able to stand without that sharp intake of breath that people often experience when they are caught off guard by sudden intense pain. And as I walked around the house, there was still no pain. And there hasn't been any pain, not that severe, I'm locked in a vise pain. It's been several days now, and that pain hasn't returned. There is still some slight discomfort when I stand up after a long period of sitting, but I am so much better it is almost hard to believe that I was ever in that much pain.
Pain is a symptom of dis-ease in our bodies. My pain was a symptom of the arthritis that's in my spine. And the arthritis that's in my spine is a symptom of a dis-ease in my energy system. According to Louise Hay, in her book, Heal Your Body, arthritis is caused from feeling unloved, being criticized or criticizing, and holding on to resentment. Those are all things I've felt, been a victim of, and done to others in the past. They are also things I've worked hard to heal within myself.
I don't know why commanding my pain to leave worked. I know I was so amazed that it did, that I wanted to shout it from the rooftops immediately, run to my computer and write about it, but I waited. I wanted to see if the pain would return. It hasn't, so I'm sharing my experience in hopes that adding this new tool to your toolbox, will help crumble a mountain or two of your own.
In the book, Joel states that commanding your mountain to leave starts a process, summons the unseen forces, and in the unseen realm, things begin to change in your favor. He acknowledges that it might take days or weeks or even longer, but as you continue to speak to your mountains, and continue to trust in the power of that Divine Source, your mountain will move. So use your voice, your commanding voice, and speak to your mountain. Tell it to leave. Tell it to be gone. Tell it loudly and with conviction, and let me know what happens.
Physical therapy helped, and I continued to do the exercises that I learned there on a regular basis, which helped strengthen my core and made it easier to walk and decreased my discomfort. I also used over the counter pain medications when needed, got regular massages to relax the muscles, and went to my chiropractor on a consistent basis. Overall, I did pretty well.
And then I took a three month trip to Alaska! The long hours of driving, and the sometimes long periods of walking when I was out and about exploring, combined with my unfortunate lack of attention to my exercise regimen, no massages, and no chiropractic sessions, left me in greater discomfort by the time I returned home. So last February the doctor suggested I try a steroid injection in my spine to alleviate the pain. (The only 'cure' for stenosis, medically speaking, is surgery, and, according to my doctor, it only helps if the patient has very severe symptoms. He said that my symptoms were not yet significant enough to merit surgery, and suggested another round of physical therapy, along with the injection.)
I agreed to give it a try, and was amazed at how much better I felt immediately after receiving it. In fact, it was only after I got the shot and felt the difference, that I was able to recognize just how much pain I had been in. (Before the injection I felt like I had a ten pound cement block sitting on my tailbone!) Optimally, the injections last six months, but many people get them and get no relief at all, or may get only a few weeks or a couple of months. I've been one of the very lucky ones and the full measure of my discomfort didn't return until about a month ago. (Along with the injection, I have been religiously doing my exercises and seeing complementary practitioners on a regular basis to help 'heal' the stenosis energetically. And of course, I've been doing self-Reiki too.)
As the pain worsened, I began to wonder what to do. Being in Nashville now, I didn't have any idea which doctor to go to, so I put off doing anything medically, increased my daily self-Reiki sessions and tried to be more consistent with my exercises, even though the discomfort was so great at times that I just wasn't able to do them.
And then I came to the last chapter in a book I have been using as part of my spiritual practice. It's called I Declare: 31 Promises to Speak Over Your Life, by Joel Osteen. In the book, he offers an intention a day for 31 days that he suggests you read out loud at the beginning of each day. According to Joel, as you do this, you will see positive changes occur in your life. And I have to admit that since I've been using the book, I have seen positive changes. I've had more opportunities to enjoy life and have taken them. I've had more energy and enthusiasm, and my days are just brighter and better in all ways. I was even dealing with the increasing
discomfort in my back better. But it's the last chapter in the book that has made an incredible difference!
In those last pages, Joel states that along with praying and asking God to get rid of the mountains (problems, burdens, illnesses, etc.) in our lives, we need to talk to the mountains themselves. We need to tell them to leave. (He quotes Jesus in Mark 11:23: "Whoever will say to this mountain, be removed, and does not doubt in his heart, he will have whatever he says.")
Talking to the mountain, as Joel calls it, isn't a new idea for me. I even teach others to talk to the mountains (I call them blockages), offer gratitude for whatever they came to teach us, and then release them with love. I just never thought about telling them to leave, or as he says, commanding them to leave, not from my authority, but in the authority of that Divine Source of all that is. Joel says that when we do this, we call forth the unseen powers of the Universe, which then begin to work behind the scenes to cause the mountain to crumble.
By the time I read that last chapter, the discomfort in my lower back had worsened considerably. It felt as if it were locked in a vise, the muscles were that tight and the pain that intense. It had been that way for about four days and nothing that I did, or took, helped it at all. As I read those words telling me to command my 'mountain' to leave, I felt this energy run through my body: my signal from Spirit that this was something I needed to pay attention to. I decided to lay on my bed and talk to my pain. I don't remember everything, or even most, of what I said. But I did make a point to command the pain to leave. I do remember that. I was flat on my back for probably thirty minutes, and the words just flowed spontaneously, out loud, once I started. When I finished, I laid there for awhile, not really afraid to move, just more unsure of how to move, since getting off the bed lately has been somewhat challenging because of the increase in the pain.
As I turned on my side and pushed myself into a sitting position, the pain that I had been feeling for the last four days was GONE! Completely. I was able to stand without that sharp intake of breath that people often experience when they are caught off guard by sudden intense pain. And as I walked around the house, there was still no pain. And there hasn't been any pain, not that severe, I'm locked in a vise pain. It's been several days now, and that pain hasn't returned. There is still some slight discomfort when I stand up after a long period of sitting, but I am so much better it is almost hard to believe that I was ever in that much pain.
Pain is a symptom of dis-ease in our bodies. My pain was a symptom of the arthritis that's in my spine. And the arthritis that's in my spine is a symptom of a dis-ease in my energy system. According to Louise Hay, in her book, Heal Your Body, arthritis is caused from feeling unloved, being criticized or criticizing, and holding on to resentment. Those are all things I've felt, been a victim of, and done to others in the past. They are also things I've worked hard to heal within myself.
I don't know why commanding my pain to leave worked. I know I was so amazed that it did, that I wanted to shout it from the rooftops immediately, run to my computer and write about it, but I waited. I wanted to see if the pain would return. It hasn't, so I'm sharing my experience in hopes that adding this new tool to your toolbox, will help crumble a mountain or two of your own.
In the book, Joel states that commanding your mountain to leave starts a process, summons the unseen forces, and in the unseen realm, things begin to change in your favor. He acknowledges that it might take days or weeks or even longer, but as you continue to speak to your mountains, and continue to trust in the power of that Divine Source, your mountain will move. So use your voice, your commanding voice, and speak to your mountain. Tell it to leave. Tell it to be gone. Tell it loudly and with conviction, and let me know what happens.
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