There is no time or place. It just is. It sits in my mind always and everywhere. It is my dream.

I feel. Emotion boils through my veins. It motivates me and keeps me in touch with my world. I experience fully. Ice cream. Love. Joy. Pain. Chocolate. Life.

I am. Everyone knows me. They see me as truth. My world integrates perfectly with the rest of the world; it is one.

I believe. I have faith in all I am and work through that which I believe I am not. There is no hiding but there is also no unnecessary creating of issues that shouldn’t exist. There is only the best for me and I am what that is.

I travel. The journey is only worthwhile if travelled. I travel with others. In turn they travel with me like eternal companions, knowing and trusting that we have journeyed before. I enjoy the journey such that the destination does not matter. I stay with myself: leaving the past behind and letting the future take care of itself. I know what I want from the journey but allow the path to provide whatever opportunity it has. I bask in the sun. I bathe in the rain. I rejoice in the snow.

I know. My desires stem from deep within and flow through my mind. My mind brings them into this world and moulds them as we travel…together…my knowing, my thoughts and my journey. All synchronised by the power of union when nothing else matters but happiness.

I rejoice. Happiness is a state of mind; it is not brought about by others. It flows from deep within and, because it flows, it passes away. Happiness is manifested and passes away. I do not mourn its passing but celebrate its creation. There is only joy in my heart, despite the trials of the journey. There is beauty within. There is pain within. They coexist and stem from the same source – I allow and acknowledge all that I feel.

I manifest. As above, so below. My beauty and joy flows outwards into my environment, influencing all that I touch on my journey. Around me are objects of beauty and joy. I have so much that I can share.

There is no time or place. It just is. It sits in my mind always and everywhere. It is my dream.

I do not think of myself as excessively image conscious. I like to look good but in no way am I a label queen. I do not aspire to drive an over the top expensive car. I like cars that are different – that have a distinct design that does not appeal to all tastes because then it will not be a common sight on the road. This is why I chose a Renault Megane. It is now seven years old and still it is distinct in so many ways – the handbrake still draws comments from passengers!

But last week the Megane broke. The turbo went on a long trip and that’s where I started to learn something about myself. Did I fear for my safety while standing on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere? No. Was I angry that this went wrong at the start of my holiday? Not really. The issue was this: the car lost power to such an extent that I was struggling up a slight incline in second gear with smoke billowing out the exhaust over a queue of cars behind me. When I pulled over I was mortified that there was an audience witnessing the demise of my beautiful vehicle. I have always looked at people in similar situations with disdain, asking why they don’t bother to maintain their vehicle properly. I was hearing the driver of every passing car saying the same thing about me. Okay, I couldn’t hear them but I’m sure they were.

We were eventually picked up and the vehicle towed into a workshop. I breathed a sigh of relief having survived my shame on the side of the road.

When back from holiday it made sense for me to borrow my mom’s car while the Megane succumbed to the woes of a lack of spares that is so typically Renault. My mom kindly obliged and I’m saving on the cost of a hired car. But there’s a catch: my mom’s car is a 20-something year old Toyota. Hey, it goes well and gets me around…but it is 20-something years old. It has no fuel injection and remote locking. But it does have power steering and auto transmission. Oh, and the brakes need to be applied well in advance of needing to stop anywhere. But hey, it’s free transport while I wait to get my baby back.

However, I have developed an issue. I would never have thought that this would happen to me but I don’t want anyone I know to see me in this car. Do I judge others in older cars? Or is it the bumper sticker reading “702 Stuck on you” that is the deal breaker? I can’t put my finger on it. I think my thoughts are ridiculous. I have rationalised things by looking at the other cars on the road and seeing that there are other old vehicles out there. Ah, but none have an aerial that is buckled so that it phallically tends gently upwards like mine.

So I have this shame that will not go away. I have told myself that it is out of character and ridiculous. I have tried to rationalise it away. I have told myself to be grateful that I have free wheels for the unknown period that my car will be in the shop.

Then I go to gym. I arrive unnoticed and breathe a sigh of relief. After gym I climb in the car and turn the ignition and it fails to start. I try again but no. Stubbornly, in public, the car added to my feelings as people started to turn to see who was having car trouble. On the fourth try it started but, for me, my reputation was lying like a pool of oil in that parking bay as I sped off.

On the way home I laughed at me. I laughed that it has become such an issue. I laughed that I manifested the gym parking lot incident. Every time I think of how the car makes me feel I smile. It doesn’t make the feeling go away but it does make me feel better about it. Hey, I’m driving a classic!

Gazing out the window of our holiday cottage in the mountains I watched a swallow being buffeted high in the sky by the afternoon breeze. It didn’t look graceful. It didn’t look fun. It was being thrown from one side to the next and then up and down. Yet I could see that it had complete faith in itself and the process. Despite how bumpy and rough its ride was, it was not giving up, nor was it preparing to land and effectively stop what it had set out to do.

This made me realise how much I had started to doubt the process when it had only just begun. I had been so excited by the launch of the website and everything else that was going on in my life that you could have said I was flying like that swallow: high and free. Yet the first blast of a breeze and I was considering giving it all up. When that is when more strength, determination and, above all, faith, is required.

So I give birth to the concept that we are all responsible for absolutely everything that we manifest in our lives: Oh God Knows. Even the breeze that buffets us when we are flying like that swallow is a complete manifestation of our greatness. The very things that make our journey uncomfortable are placed there by ourselves to remind us of the lessons we need to learn to achieve our own greatness… with which we created ourselves.

Trust me: you know exactly what is going on in your life and why. Tell yourself the truth, focus on your own greatness and enjoy the ride in the world you created. Congratulations.

Lately I have been quite stressed out at work. I have been working long hours under pressure. One morning I was driving into the parking garage where my bay is on the 13th floor and half way up, feeling quite down, I started to imagine that I was on a funfair ride. “Weeeeee”, I started to scream ecstatically as I circled up the next ramp. “Weeeee” I went again. I felt the excitement build from within and when I climbed out my car at the top I was on top of the world, smiling and giggling to myself. Call it an energy conversion. Call it what you like. A simple thought, translated into sound and feeling changed the experience and the day. This can be practised in all aspects of our life and in everything we do. As everything and everyone is energy, every experience can be seen and felt how we wish to experience them. A meeting with the same people about the same thing can go very differently depending on the energy we put out. Likewise, manifestation and affirmations are only effective if we feel what we are giving attention to. If everything in the world is energy and feeling changes our energy then surely we change the world every time we change our energy? Simple, isn’t it? These moments are the times when you truly go within and change the way you feel about life, thereby changing your life.