How to Get What You Don't Want
I have newly acquired expert status in the skill of manifesting what you don’t want.
As evidenced by my most recent travel experience.
Here is a sure fire formula to get what you don’t want, shared with the intention that you won’t follow in my footsteps:
1. Declare how much you don’t want it.
Universe loves clear signals. And strong emotions.
Declaring how much “I hate to travel!” is an irresistible beacon to Universe, guaranteeing delivery of more travel along with more reasons to confirm my distaste for it.
2. Keep an eagle eye out for signs of it.
We get what we look for, so when we have a close eye out for what might go wrong Universe has all the material it needs to deliver the “goods.” (Or “bads,” rather.) Universe loves when we focus like this!
3. Elaborate on the stories about it.
When something starts to go wrong, revel in it. Tell everyone about it, over and over again. We’re empowering Universe when we give extra attention like this.
4. Become known for it.
Develop a reputation for exactly what you don’t want. When others “know” this about you, you enroll them as co-creators of the very thing you don’t want. So establishing a strong reputation for the stuff you don’t appreciate is an excellent method to get more of it.
5. Declare you will never do it again.
The Borg says resistance is futile, but I know resistance is an incredibly powerful force. The more I resist something, the stronger a magnet I am for it. So if you really don’t want a particular thing or experience, be sure to proclaim you will never allow or have it again. That’s an extra compelling signal to Universe.
6. Deny it.
Pretend it’s not an issue or that you don’t run this vibration. That ensures it won’t get cleared up. As Bashar says, “You cannot change what you do not own.”
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So there I was, with my trusty old “I hate to travel” story firmly in place, when an irresistible reason to travel presented itself this month. I love the place, I love the people, I love the work – I just hate to travel.
But there I was doing it. And before even leaving the house I was looking up weather reports that reported potential trouble. Sure enough, a snowstorm arrived for my trip home. Although I made it to the airport okay, my plane didn’t. A one hour delay.
Which I complained about vociferously – to myself, friends and facebook. “I could have slept in another hour!” “I could have had breakfast!” “I could have had a shower!” (Oh, how I would come to wish I’d taken that shower.)
With that kind of focus it didn’t take long for Universe to turn my one hour delay into a full on cancelled flight.
And while others were getting out on other flights, I wasn’t. I was stuck there for ten hours. Without food or drink, too, because the terminal wasn’t equipped to take credit cards that day and I had no cash. (You gotta give Universe credit for creativity there!)
I wasn’t even in the clear when I finally got on a plane that night … there was a tight connection that would leave me stranded if I didn’t make it on time. Stressful. Running. Through. Airport. I hate that.
By the time I did get home, I declared that was it! No more travel for me this year.
Within three days another irresistible (albeit unpleasant) reason to travel presented itself. (Couldn’t skip cousin’s funeral.)
So there I was again – doing exactly what I hate most: traveling. But this was just a short little flight to Arizona. How much could go wrong on a one hour trip that has several flights back and forth each day?
Well, if you’re flowing a strong aversion to travel, Universe won’t let you down.
The biggest contrast on this trip also happened on the flight home … we were in the air, wheels down, feet above the runway, about to land in a pretty significant snow storm, when the pilot suddenly averted the landing. We were airborne again.
(It was rather exciting!)
Instead of circling around for another shot at it, we flew away from my home sweet home. And took haven in Twin Falls.
Where we sat on the tarmac for hours. (Because there’s no TSA in Twin Falls, so if you get off the plane, you don’t get to get back on.) Long story short, the Salt Lake airport closed, they eventually opened one runway, and we made it in that night. Although no one wanted to pick me up in that hellacious snowstorm.
A brave taxi driver from the Congo was willing to give me a ride home, though. Once safely arrived, I at least knew better than to declare I would never do that again.
Why am I sharing all this? Because the first step is admitting that a problem exists. And then embracing it.
And that is the last I am going to say about how much I hate to travel. (I hope.)
If you’re a coach who is manifesting exactly what you don’t want, listen to the call Lisa and I did on this topic. It may help you mend your manifesting ways.
Lord knows I’ll be working on mine. 😉