Guest Post: Silence Is Golden
Woo hoo – Frank’s in love! And here’s his guest post on exactly why it might be a good idea to keep quiet next time something big is happening for us:
Florence Scovel Shinn, who was a New Thought teacher during the first half of the twentieth century and who was probably quite a pip, had a few thoughts about one of my favorite, and often thorniest, topics. Here’s an excerpt from her book “The Secret Door To Success,” that goes right to the point:
Talking too much about your affairs, scattering your forces, brings you up against a high wall.
I knew a man who told his family all that had taken place during the day at the office; he discussed his hopes, his fears, and his failures.
I said to him, “You scatter your forces by talking about your affairs. Don’t discuss your business with your family. Silence is golden!”
He took my lead. During dinner he refused to talk about business …
Not long after, he was given a position at one hundred dollars a week, and in a few years, he had a salary of three hundred dollars a week.
Success is not a secret, it is a System.
Recently I had an experience that brought this point home to me.
You see, I’m in love. Yes, at 46, I have met the man of my dreams! We found each other online (which is another delightful, synchronistic story). And it was so amazing when he told me that I was the man of his dreams!
So, I got all excited about this and started projecting into the future. And I decided I was ready to go further and meet him in person.
Oh wait, did I mention he lives in Italy? That’s actually another very delicious aspect to this story, even if it does mean we’re about 7,000 miles apart at the moment.
About three weeks ago, I decided that it was time to meet! Now! So, I started doing what I normally do when I want to do something I don’t have the money for right at that red-hot moment. I began to imagine and visualize and drink a big glass of tea and ….
Oh, wait… Yeah. I do love my iced tea. It’s my preferred caffeine-imbiding device.
And I was on the Moon! I was zooming!
So, of course, I got on facebook and proclaimed my love and my desire to be in Europe and not only visit Giordano (yes, he has a name) but also several other people I have been wanting to meet forever.
And I tagged them all and mentioned specific dates and people where asking if they could organize workshops for me.
Oh, wait … right about the time a friend in England asked when she could send out an email letting others know I would be there, a feeling tugged at me. It was very quiet but it was an intuition that right at that moment would be a good time to delete that post.
But I brushed aside that “objection” and doubled-down. I called Giordano and told him all about it and asked him to meet me in Paris so we could first meet in person while walking across the Pont Neuf (a very long-held dream of mine).
And, lo and behold, Giordano was so aligned with this that he manifested some friends who told him the next day that they were driving to Paris to go to Disneyland and he asked if he could ride with them. It was a sign!
Still, a feeling tugged at me: maybe not a sign for me but a sign of Giordano’s alignment.
I brushed that aside … and on it went … I made plans with my sister, who lives 15 minutes from Washington Dulles, to leave my car at her house and fly from there to London. On and on …
The small feeling tugging at me got stronger and stronger as time went by until a couple of days ago when I woke up with no ticket, no passport (yes, it expired in December), and no ideas as to any inspired action for letting it all sort out. But, more importantly, that was the day I was supposed to be arriving in the general Washington area and I really didn’t want to.
So, I sat down and asked for some guidance and what I heard first was: “Keep a lid on it.”
And then I was reminded of the story above about the young man of business who talked about all his plans to his well-meaning family members.
Ah, yes. Not going to Europe suddenly felt like the best thing in the world and all these other ideas came flooding in and sweet relief came on like a nice rainfall in the desert.
I first read that story in 1992. And I know the wisdom behind it. In this particular case, none of my amazing friends and clients will be in despair because I stop talking about my affairs. In fact, when I told them of my change in plans, they all enthusiastically said they knew it would all work out fabulously. And Giordano said he liked the idea of driving around Europe as a honeymoon trip much better than rushing things along. Swoon!
And, by the way, I won’t be sharing the ideas that came flooding in. Not yet, at least, because it’s always best to keep a lid on things until they have jelled, as Mrs. Shinn describes in her book ” Your Word Is Your Wand,” in a slightly anachronistic way, but perfectly to the point:
A man in my class … asked: “Why is it then, a lot of women who prepare Hope Chests never get married?” I replied: “Because it is a Hope Chest and not a Faith Chest.”
The prospective bride also violates law in telling others about it. Her friends come in and sit on the Hope Chest and either doubt or hope she’ll never succeed.
“Pray to thy Father which is in secret, and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.”
The student should never talk of a demonstration until it “has jelled,” or comes to pass on the external.
Frank Butterfield is a Master Channel of 22 years who translates the delicious vibrations of Paul & The Communion of Light. Find out more at: http://communionoflight.com.
What are your thoughts? Would love to hear them in the comments!