I own a business now.
Looking back on my life as a chain of events I can see all the turning points that led to this. How perfectly placed and seemingly spontaneous each moment was. Getting fired from that job. Changing time zones. Consoling that friend. Seeing the universe displayed in the heart of a person through their wide open eyes. A moment so humbling that time seems to stop and you can look around and get it all. This illusory life thing. Pivotal moments that pushed and pulled me down a path, guiding me toward my passion.
I recently read a book by Michael Newton called Journey of Souls. The book said that some of his clients, while regressed to a state between lives, reported a class like scene in which they memorized all the “signs” they’d be given in their upcoming life. Things like the look of a person’s smile, or the smell of their soulmate’s hair. Signals meant to be recognized by us in life, in order to lead us to the right lessons. I think we can all recall a few of these moments of clarity.
About a month and a half ago I was out for a walk. I’d been manifesting an office: somewhere to write, somewhere to ‘get work done’, and maybe a place to begin seeing clients. I passed by a small spanish style house that had been converted into offices. A large yellow banner said, “For Lease.” A wooden sign out front listed a small assortment of MFT’s and Doctors, but the section on the sign for office number four was blank. Four happens to be my lucky number, and I’d been looking for an office. “It’s a sign,” I said to myself. Yes, out loud.
I entered the building expecting a receptionist and found none. I located the door marked four and knocked. No answer. So, I tried the handle and as soon as the door swung wide I knew. This was my office. Not because of the beautiful skylight or the light blue walls. Not even because four is my lucky number, though that helped. I simply recognized it. I knew somewhere inside me that this room has a place in my life. ‘It was meant to be’ would be a cheesy way to say it but that’s what I felt. With conviction. This is a space in which some of my life’s work will be done. And then as though heavy, loud dominoes were falling, all the pieces to creating this business fell into place. A lease. A business license. A bank account. A desk. A lamp. A logo. My name on that sign out front and then… my first client! Almost as though the thing spilled right out of me, like it had been waiting to exist and now it does, at last.
I own a business now. On Main Street in downtown Half Moon Bay, California. A lease to me was like a noose for the better part of the last decade and I can honestly say I’m a little bit thrilled to pay rent this month. I have finally found a thing that I truly want to have.
If you know anyone that could potentially be interested in hypnotherapy, please send them my way. Officially open for sessions via skype, yes it works that way too. OR, of course, in my shiny new office for those nearby.
Update: Wildheartsriseup.com has replaced Full Spectrum
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