Hi my dear beloved customers,
What can I get you today? What about our Weekly Special : Our out-of-the-world Imagination Shakes ?
Oh, you came back to hear the end of my last week story? How sweet of you!
Where was I, then? Oh yes, one day at the end of last August, I was contacted on Facebook by a novel creator who submits ideas to debutant writers to write his stories in exchange of half the copyrights of the book. He had already six novels published that way and I was quite intrigued by the exercise though not really sure I would be up to his expectations. But I wrote the ten first pages and he loved them.
I never knew exactly how he stumbled upon G-Spotlight, my Life Coach blog, in the first place and chose me to work with him besides the fact that he needed a female voice for his novel idea. The “why me” question remains a mystery up to that day for he never answered it the few times I asked him.
When we began to work together in September, I had my doubts about going along with the project but I am not the kind of gal to refuse a good challenge especially when it is sent by the Universe to answer my prayers, so there was no way I would turn this opportunity down. I thus went for it and started to write.
I very early thought that that novel had a destiny, and I always do though it has not found it yet, mostly because of the way it had landed on my lap. But now I know that its first purpose was to reconnect myself with my long forgotten imagination, that internal communication device to my soul, my intuition and my so beloved guides.
Fulfilling the mission on earth you assigned yourself with before you were born - your soul agenda - requires you to imagine the life you want, the projects you want to create before being able to give them a physical existence in real life. Each invention, each human creation begins with an idea and where do ideas come from? Our imagination.
As I see it, imagination is a place between the physical world and the Other Side - the dimension in which we lived before we were born into this world -, some kind of in-between state. Indeed, when we create art, it is an expression of ourselves out of our imagination into the physical world; whether it is through the act of writing, painting, dancing, composing music, we enter another realm in which we loose track of time and awareness of our immediate surroundings because we are not totally physical beings anymore, we are part of something else, in the in-between imagination realm.
The return of my imagination through my writings re-opened a magical door inside of me, full of joy and hope, changing my vision of life in an incredible no-way-back way. It erased a lot of the limits imposed by my physical senses, the ones I had been taught were the only truth that exists since I was a child, the ones that were the smallest version of myself. I reconnected with my inner self, my bigger powerful self, the unstoppable one who can create anything in life, who can do what spiritual masters call manifestation, the one who is not afraid because life is so much more than I thought. I was able to express so much more than the tiny bit of myself that had been authorized to speak until now, I could finally be my so weird misfit beautiful intense self and I could let my blazing light of love shine upon the world to bring love, joy and hope to everyone who will be ready to receive it.
The thing is, I totally misread the main purpose of that novel. I thought it was sent to me mainly to earn money with it – and, by the way, I would have loved that very much, Mr Universe, thanks a lot! - and exposure so I got stuck on that part for several long unfruitful expecting months. Meanwhile, it seems it was just meant to reconnect me with my capacity to communicate with my guides and notice their signs, emphasizing the fact that I wasn’t so good at it so far indeed!
When I was in the middle of writing my novel, I was approached with a Substack subtle nudge to earn money with my writings that I gently discarded, focused on my project, eager to become the next J.K. Rowlings. The Universe then, to give me the time to undergo the two surgeries I needed and recover from them, showed me at the beginning of this year that this path was not mine, at least not yet: the novel creator I was working with abandoned me in the woods before finding the publisher he had promised for our book, not satisfied by the fact that I argued with the validity of some of his ideas, though most of them were very good indeed and I loved giving life to them through my writing, and did not call him genius for them with awe, as the grateful small town debutant writer I was should have. We were both very disappointed because I thought the Universe had sent me a new friend to work with and it turned out my co-author thought he was sent a secretary to write his new book under dictation of his ideas. With that kind of misunderstanding, the relationship was a failure before it had even started.
It took me a few months to accept to let go of that project, at least until its time would come, and take a new turn with my writing adventures on Substack, with another strong nudge from the Universe.
Starting a Substack project had been on and out of my to-do list for weeks and, for it was a new astranged tool I wasn’t acquainted with, I procrastinated. I was hyper focused on the “What’s up next for me?” question and no one to ask it to properly because I don’t trust myself with automatic writing with my guides when I am in a “fear” place; I tend to stir the writing towards the answers I want rather than letting the automation take place.
To connect the dots at that point, which is one of my favorite activities in the world, Riza entered my life at that exact moment through now a friend from Canada, who I had contacted via Lee Harris’s online community the day after my first surgery to meet with her as she was traveling not far from where I live and I am always eager to meet new persons I can exchange spiritual experiences with. Unfortunately, I was too tired to meet with her but we stayed in touch and she told me about her mentor, Riza, who is a facilitator, that is to say someone who helps you connect with your own guides and convey their messages to you. I believe this friend entered my life at that exact time for that purpose and I entered hers to help her connect with her own guides.
During my session with Riza, when asked what my next move was and after telling me that my novel was simmering on the stove at the moment, not totally cooked yet - which is very true since I am editing it right now again -, my guides answered to me very clearly by showing her newsletters and emailing lists and, right away, Riza asked me if I had heard of Substack. At that moment, I knew that I had to stop procrastinating about that platform and begin to work on creating content on it, which I did, and came up with Café 42, the place where I could express in writing the weirdest side of my personality, the one I had muted on my Life Coach blog not to scare potential customers with my woo-woo stuff, as my patient caring hubbie humorously calls it.
And that, my dear beloved customers, is how my writings and I arrived in front of your incredulous eyes today!
I invite you to stay tuned to Café 42 to know what is coming up next for I haven’t got the slightest clue and wait to see what next “blind man’s buff” move the Universe has in store for me.
I would very much like to read in the comments if you too ever followed nudges that led you to achieve one of your goals. I am always curious to know about your stories since I love them so much.
Lots of love,
Geay
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