“Man’s chief delusion is his conviction that there are causes other than his own state of consciousness.”
-Neville Goddard, Barbadian Author and Mystic
I am sitting in my office… a Panera Bread booth. And my jeans are wet, from the knees up. My undies are wet. Grateful for the long sweater I chose this morning, I tried to hide this unfortunate fact as I ordered and squeezed lemon in my tea. When I stood up to retrieve my squash soup, I tried to act cool, despite my suspiciously wet butt.
It’s all GOD’s doing.
I bought a book over the weekend. I love to buy books…. they fill my shelves and boxes in my basement and weigh down my bag. I do my best to read them, but the trouble is, I don’t have much time these days. I schlep them everywhere just in case an hour falls into my lap.
This book has been calling to me since I first heard about it in May at a writer’s conference. It’s called E-Squared by Pam Grout. I went to another conference this weekend, and a speaker there mentioned the book again. There was a large stack of them being sold at the back of the room, whispering to me. I finally gave in and bought one, and added it to the thick, teetering tower on my nightstand last night… wondering how I would find time to read it, along with the other VIP material on the list of must do’s.
This morning, I had a doctor’s appointment. And uncharacteristically, I was a half hour early. What? EARLY? Yep. Go ahead and send me a nice warm pat on the back. And if you know me personally, you can dab at the tears in the corners of your eyes. Before I left for the appointment, all the books in my nightstand stack were transferred to the passenger seat of my car, as I am incapable of prioritizing before 11 am. I have already begun to read three of the books, ones that have information I know will help me in my work. So naturally, I plucked E2 out of the stack, a book I know almost nothing about, and took in into the doctor’s office with me.
The doctor was an hour late. I sat in his waiting room staring at the white printer paper sign he has taped to the door, kindly asking us out here in the waiting room to give 24 hours notice if we need to cancel, or pay a $30 charge and please don’t be late. And instead of being annoyed, I realized with pleasure, that I had no other choice but to read my new book!
I cracked it open. And it turns out, it’s one of those “your thoughts create your reality” books. In it, she talks about the science behind this fact. And she talks about GOD…aka Heavenly Father as I was taught to call Him. In the book, she gives assignments, or experiments that will prove the claim that we create our reality by our own thoughts, and Heavenly Father is actually a scientific law, like gravity. She calls this law, or God, the “FP,” short for “Infinite Field of Possibility.”
This is not the first book I have bought on the subject. And I am not a world-famous author, (yet) so maybe I have some more to learn about this practice. Thus, the idea of doing specific things to prove that FP was out there, just waiting for me to plug-in with intention… intrigued me.
After I left the office, I decided to run into the Stop and Shop across the street and buy some hand soap…we were out at home, before heading to the “office” (Panera Bread). These days, driving my car was like getting into a giant garbage can with wheels, and it was at this moment that I exceeded my tolerance level for sitting on crumpled preschool worksheets and struggling to keep the luna bar wrappers from flying out the open door when I grab my purse. So, while in the store, after buying my soap and an inappropriately large bottle of lime seltzer, I grabbed a brown paper sack to use to collect the trash heap in my car.
I spent my shopping time contemplating whether I would follow through with reading the rest of E-Squared and doing Pam Grout’s assignments. Have I bought in to the idea enough? I have so much work to do! Should I spend time on this?
When I got out to my car, I took a moment in the cold November air to gather up all the empty seltzer cans, gum wrappers, Halloween candy wrappers and old receipts floating around in my car and tossed them into the paper bag. I picked up a very, very old white plastic ziplock bag full of wet wipes. This bag has been stepped on a thousand times, it did not close properly, it had been living on the floor of my car for well over a year, unused…because surely the wipes were a brick of filmy, dried out towels by now.
My mind said, “Do not throw this out. You will need these wipes. The minute you finally throw it out, inevitably, you will want them back….” (said every hoarder in the universe).
Not wanting to play into my inner hoarder any longer, I tossed it in my garbage sack.
I got in my seat, put my iPhone in my lap and then wedged my 1 liter bottle of lime seltzer between my legs. And I thought, “it’s a mistake to put that beverage so close to your phone” but I rolled my eyes at that inner rule-follower… she annoyed the crap out of me…and I had had enough.
I began my drive to Panera.
You know what happened, right?
I opened my seltzer and it exploded, as carbonated water is wont to do at the most inconvenient of times, while you are driving a car and it is in your lap and sitting on top of your key to the universe-your cell phone. And the bag of dried out wet wipes that have been getting crusty on the floor of my car since Stella wore diapers in 2011 had been tossed out. So I drove to my office as my ass soaked up the lake of seltzer I was sitting in.
After waddling into Panera, I decided to crack open this E2 business again. Just a hunch.
In the first chapter, she redefines the word GOD as being the infinite field of possibility, and instead of being a He that judges and rules us, GOD is more like electricity… an energy to be used for our benefit. Just as we use electricity to curl our hair, wash our dishes, toast our bagels. This energy responds to our thoughts and intentions just as our hair dryers turn on when we plug them in.
The fact that I feel and look like I just peed my pants has me nodding in agreement here, as my first lesson on manifesting things had obviously begun this morning. I also had a strong urge to set down my soup spoon and applaud after each point she made about the myths we tell ourselves about God. The one about God looking like ZZ Top is particularly accurate.
So I am going to do her first experiment, which she calls “The Dude Abides” principle and I will let you know how it goes… I figure, you may not be convinced that GOD, or as Pam Grout calls it, the “FP” created the exploding seltzer and my wet pants, so I will accept her challenge to do this first experiment to prove it.
She has named each principle of the “FP” (remember, the infinite Field of possibility).
She also includes a “lab report sheet” for each experiment, which I will fill out here so we can all see the results.
For clarification, the words in red come from Pam Grout’s book, E-Squared. The words in black, are mine.
LAB REPORT SHEET
The Principle: The Dude Abides Principle
The Theory: There is an invisible energy force or field of infinite possibilities. And it’s yours for the asking.
The Question: Does the FP exist?
The Hypothesis: If there’s a 24/7 energy force equally available to everyone, I can access it at any time simply by paying attention. Furthermore, if I ask the force for a blessing, giving it a specific time frame and clear instructions, it’ll send me a gift and say, “My Pleasure.”
Time Required: 48 hours
Today’s Date: Monday, November 4, 2013 Time: 12:54 pm
Deadline for Receiving gift: Wednesday, November 6th 12:54 pm
The Approach: I hate to break it to ya, FP but folks are starting to talk. The’re starting to wonder, “Is this guy for real?” I mean, really, like it’d be so much skin off your chin to come down here and call off this crazy hide-and-seek thing you’ve been playing. I’m giving you exactly 48 hours to make your presence known.
I want a gift – something unexpected. I want a clear, unmistakable, obvious sign…something that cannot be written off as coincidence.
(I will fill these in after the deadline!)
Three cheers to GOD, Heavenly Father, or the FP… I have ordered myself up a gift in the next two days. Let’s see where this takes me!