every day with regard to what that summer would look like—what people
she would see, what events would transpire, what places she would visit—
but also to feel what it would be like to experience these things. I asked her
to create the vision in her mind until it was so clear and real that the thought
she was thinking became the experience, and her brain’s synapses began to
wire that information as if it was a reality.
If she was still “being” the young woman in the dorm room with a dream
of going to Italy, then she was still the same person living the same reality.
So while it was still March, she had to begin “being” that young woman
who’d been in Italy for half the summer.
“No problem,” she said. She’d had experiences like this before, when she
wanted to be in a music video and when she wanted to experience an
unlimited shopping spree. Both of these transpired in perfect elegance.
I then reminded my daughter, “You can’t get up from your mental
creation of this experience as the same person you were when you sat
down. You have to get up from your seat as if you just had the most
amazing summer of your life.”
“I got it,” she said. She understood my reminder that each day, she had to
change to a new state of being. And after every mental creation, she was to
go about her day living in the elevated mood of gratitude generated by
having had that experience.
My daughter called a few weeks later. “Dad, the university is offering an
art history summer course in Italy. I can get the cost of the program and all
expenses down from $7,000 to $4,000. Can you help pay for that?”
Well, it’s not that I’m an unsupportive parent, but this didn’t strike me as
what she had originally stated as her target. She was trying to control the
outcome of this possible destiny instead of allowing the quantum field to
orchestrate the events. I advised her to really inhabit that Italian trip and to
think, feel, speak, and dream “in Italian” until she got lost in the experience.
A few weeks later when she called again, her excitement was palpable.
She had been in the library, chatting with her art history teacher, and they
eventually slipped into speaking Italian; both spoke the language fluently.
At that point her teacher said, “I just remembered. One of my colleagues
needs someone to teach Level I Italian to some American students who will
be studying in Italy this summer.”
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