“Diary of a Positive Soul” – The Wizard
Have you ever thought something so random that it occurred to you an angel might be whispering in your ear? Ever felt the hair stand up on the back of your neck and thought something special (or frightening!) was about to happen? Did you wonder what it meant and try to listen or did you just brush it away?
As for me, I’ve been trying to figure out how to listen better. Whether it’s angels or whatever, I know we’re given clues about the right path to take. When I’ve ignored those clues, I’ve always regretted it. But whenever I listen to them, better yet, acted on them, it’s always worked out for the best. Sometimes it’s worked out astonishingly well! And since this column is about the daily journey of choosing to stay happy, I think this is an area worth investigating.
Case in point. This is a story about how a small incident reminded me to pay attention to those clues.
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The last time we moved it was into a house with lots more room so I was able to get many things out of storage and in the process discovered treasures I hadn’t seen in years. For once I had the luxury of a little time in the move and I could sort through all the boxes to see which of my prized possessions would be a part of my life again, what would be thrown or given away and what would go back into a box for another time.
When that job was done I realized I was missing one cherished piece: a tiny 2″ tall pewter figurine of a wizard holding a small crystal in his left hand and a staff in his right. He had never been in storage. In fact, for more than 25 years he had been on our mantle wherever we lived. He had been a gift and was symbolic of many things – I love that little wizard. But after sorting through every single box, I had no idea where he was.
One morning about two months after the move, I was reading an excerpt from an inspirational book to get my mind focused on the day’s tasks. It was an early one by Wayne Dyer. At the end he was talking about how important “a spirit of generosity” is in finding your own spiritual path to manifesting your dreams in life. It suddenly (randomly!) occurred to me I needed to write down the address of a woman I had recently been put in touch with. It’s a long story, but I had ended up with thousands of letters of support for American troops stationed overseas and this woman had the contacts to get those letters into the hands of soldiers on the front line.
I didn’t think a thing about it at the time, it was just an impulse to find her email before it got buried in my mass of contacts. I found it and as I was printing out her address I thought I should go ahead and weigh the letters to see how much it was going to cost to ship them.
I don’t know how these heavy boxes ended up on a tall shelf in my office, maybe one of the guys did it when we moved because I could hardly lift them! I sure didn’t want to haul them onto my work table to weigh them. I just wanted to do the easiest thing, so I placed the scale on the closet floor and dragged a couple of big boxes down and plopped them on the scale. I leaned down to see how much they weighed, but the problem was that the boxes were so large they covered the meter. There I was, on my hands and knees, my rear end stuck up in the air and my face plastered sideways on the floor like one of my dogs looking for a bone under the sofa. All I was trying to do was get under the boxes to make out what the weight was, when what did I see on the floor in the corner behind the closet door? My beloved Wizard!
He was in such an odd, hidden spot, I don’t think I would have ever have seen him if I hadn’t done this specific action, looking ridiculous with my bottom up and head on the floor turned sideways – the action that some sort of instinct had led me to do.
I happily greeted him back into the fold, then went back to my reading and picked up a more recent book by Dyer. Early in Chapter 1 he quotes Carlos Castaneda, “Intent is a force that exists in the universe. When sorcerers (those who live of the Source) beckon intent, it comes to them and sets up the path for attainment, which means that sorcerers almost always accomplish what they set out to do.”
I was struck by how profound this statement was, but also I was taken aback by the reference to the sorcerer when I had just found my Wizard. This was no coincidence. It was one of those often unrecognized miracles that are happening all the time and if I hadn’t slowed down and listened that day, I would have missed it. People have lots of phrases for it, but for me it’s that still, small voice that is part of each of our souls. I have to be quiet to be able to hear it.
Now what does this have to do with choosing to stay happy? Everything
When my life is hectic or boring or a little crazy, that quiet spot inside is where I can go. It’s where joy lives regardless of the outside circumstances. In choosing to stay happy, I’d better know where that “place” is inside and keep the door open. But, that’s just me.
Until next time.
Absolutely wonderful and we constantly need reminders like this. And Wayne Dyer was my first foray into this world and I still think he’s one of the best. Thanks, Marsha!
Yes, I agree Dianne, Wayne Dyer is absolutely one of the best & I’ve learned so much from his thoughtful way of expressing how he views our spiritual path. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
I love it when things like this happen! Your mention of angels in the beginning led me to think you were going in a different direction, but I was happy with your conclusion that listening to that still, small voice as we meander through our lives will help us stay happy. Thanks, Marsha!
Susan, I’m so curious what direction you thought I was going when I started off with angels. Yes, it is that still, small voice that often gets lost in our hectic lives. Thanks Susan!
Having had something very similar to this happen to me JUST TODAY, I smiled reading your lovely article. Angels, gravitational pulls, third-dimensional forces, who knows? But they’re out there, whatever they are, ready to guide us towards happiness or, at the very least, relief! As a matter of fact, just reading this article after my ‘angel’ guided me today is perhaps another force happening in the universe, no? Thanks for reaffirming these good things in life, Marsha!
Yes, Sarah! I absolutely do believe there is a positive force in the Universe that is available to us in ways big and small. For me, I call this force God. I’ve seen angels and miracles at work so many times that I don’t question any more. But I do have to keep trying to keep the passageway clear. That’s a daily thing. Thanks for your comments!
It’s true that people call it different things (and even the same people might call it different things over a life time) but we are more connected to everything than we realise (or give ourselves time to realise). Not sure something quite like that has happened to me today (although yes, suddenly I realised I was missing something that should have been evident before and it was just one of those moments when you seem pulled in a weird direction but… it works!). Sometimes being positive seems very easy and some days not so much, but the little moments and things do make a big difference.
And my next book (or rather series, that I’ve been working on for a while in the background) has something to do with angels, so go figure what next!
Olga, you express yourself so beautifully. Yes, I too believe we are all connected and I agree totally that there are days when being positive comes easily and days when it seems like the hardest job in the world. I’ll find myself slipping into a negative place, where my energy is not as good and I have to catch myself, take a deep breath and focus on something lovely or funny or silly (like my dog!) for a few minutes. It’s not always easy, but for me it’s worth the effort and attention to stay happy.
How nice to hear you will be writing about angels. Do let me know more about it as you progress!
I really enjoyed this article & am happy to share. I’ve learned to listen to the voice that whispers. If I ignore it, I’ll get a SHOUT! I much prefer the whisper.
I had been looking for a favorite rosary that I had used last while I was lying down to take a nap. I looked in all the bed covers, on the night stand, on the floor, between the bed & nightstand. And yes, I too, was in an awkward position. It was not to be found. I called upon St. Anthony, the saint of finding lost things, to no avail. I’ve learned in the past that St. Anthony has a great sense of humor.
Several days later, I opened my cassette player to play a meditation tape & voila, the rosary was INSIDE the cassette player. I hadn’t had that player open for weeks. I still don’t have a clue how the rosary got into it. But it gave me fond memories.
Thank you for sharing your experience with your sorcerer. The quotes & illustrations used are perfect.
Hope you’ll have a terrific Tuesday. Injoy:) Carolyn
Carolyn, I enjoyed your rosary story very much! Thanks for sharing it. I’ve seen you often on Facebook and you always post the most upbeat pictures and quotes. I appreciate your efforts to pass happiness around and thanks for passing some here too!
Wonderful message and so true. My small voice is the Holy Spirit. He never yells at me, but sometimes I get a spiritual slap up side the head when it looks like I’m going to go down the wrong path.
A spiritual slap upside the head – Ha! I like that Barbara. And I know exactly what you mean. Thanks for sharing.
What a great post and such beautiful pictures 🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Christoph. From a renowned blogger like yourself, I appreciate it!
I loved it! Thank you so much for sharing, Marsha
Thanks, Angel! And what a perfect name to comment on this particular post!
I very much needed to read this inspirational piece today, Marsha. Thank you for sharing your experience. It reminds me of my own Wayne Dyer story. I was driving in rush hour traffic in Jacksonville on a four lane bumper to bumper Interstate in my tiny yellow Miata. I was listening to one of his tapes about miracles that occur in our lives. He said they happen every day but we’re not willing to believe in them. I was in one of the middle lanes with traffic beside, ahead, and behind me when at the moment he said miracles occur every day, my front right tire blew. I held on tight to the steering wheel, thinking I was toast when I looked in the rear and side mirrors and all traffic to my right (and the path to the shoulder) and behind me had cleared. I could brake and change lanes and get off the road without killing myself or someone else. I’ve never doubted the power of the miracle since that day, but sometimes it’s good to be reminded that they do occur.
P. C., I loved your personal Wayne Dyer story. He has blessed so many people with his wisdom and to think how the reality of miracles was cemented in your heart that day. Thanks so much for sharing it. I appreciate how openly you express yourself. Blessings to you & yours, P.C.,
Marsha
The ever inspirational Marsha Roberts strikes again!
And guess what, I know that place too. And as you say, we can call it what we will – like nothing ventured, nothing gained. And sometimes it’s harder than at other times, I won’t deny that. But I truly believe that positivity breeds positivity; good will come of it – indeed, the very reward is having done something good, and what naturally comes afterwards is the residue; luck truly is the residue of design, and you know it, young lady ! 😉
Funny, I used to be a pewtersmith many moons ago… I wonder if I actually crafted that object… It is a funny old world…
Chris, you used to be a pewtersmith? Really? you have had quite a varied and interesting life, something I’ve observed in reading your fascinating blog posts.
I like the way you put this, “luck truly is the residue of design.” Yes, I do know that, but had never thought of it quite that way. Thanks for giving me a new way of looking at it!
Yes, sometimes being positive is very hard, but you appear to have chosen an extremely light path, so by “design” it must get easier for you…
It is a funny old world, Chris!
Marsha
Marsha, I love the way you speak about the “quiet spot inside”. That’s exactly how it is for most of us, I think, and strangely enough, that quiet spot tends to make itself known later in life, not when you’re a teen or a young adult. At least, it’s been that way for me. And now I know it’s there, but in the noise of everyday life I often forget it.
I forget to listen and I must thank you, Marsha, for this wonderful post, for reminding us to listen…And the pictures are a delight, I love that misty river with the trees that have turned red, actually, not really red, just a suggestion of something greater than us…In short, the quiet spot inside!
Claude, thank you so much for your comments. I know that it’s true that many don’t find that “quiet spot inside” until later in life because I’ve heard people talk and write about it. But, for me, I found it early on. The trick is how to stay in touch with it year after year – decade after decade! It’s a daily process, isn’t it?
When we were kids, life was always in the moment, but it’s easy to forget that as we get older. We get in the habit of always planning what we’re going to do, where we want our lives and careers to be in a few months or a few years. In that way I believe we should remain child-like and not forget to live in the moment. That actually is one of the secrets to being happy… See? I’m giving away some of my secrets!
Yes, keeping in touch with that “quiet spot inside” is the trick isn’t it? Or rather, allowing that “quiet spot” to remain in touch with us and not push it aside just to be pleasing to everyone else who do not get it. Marsha, I, too, know that quiet place from very early in my life. It seems more evident to me now, in my later years, that there were few in my life who understood what that place meant to me. They were uncomfortable and uneasy when I spoke of it. Thanks be to God that it never left me even though I wandered from it for a season or two.
Ann, you speak as though you’ve had a great deal of experience in keeping that special place inside open and willing. And yes, I also wandered from it “for a season or two.” I think that’s called being human. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comments.