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October 2009 
LoA, Films, Intuition and Quantum Theory
Posted on Jun 27th, 2008
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a.k.a. Biff Cummings
a.k.a. Biff Cummings
I'm feeling like a hiker walking down a gorgeous wilderness trail, with no one else around. Imagine you're reading my note on the trail-head register. There have been hikers here before me, and there'll be some here after me. I can feel their presence forward and backward in time. Imagine opening a weather-worn wooden box about the dimensions of a ream of paper, atop a post that's waist-high. Inside, are the weathered pages of a letter-sized, lined tablet, with hand-printed and written notes of hikers from all over the world.
Here it is, yet another example that I have to trust my intuition. All the time. Unfailingly. Just do it, don't doubt it.:
Two afternoons ago, I'd had some fabulous news that a screen project I'm working with was now in negotiation with a household-name actress and host. I Know from Guidance the project's all gonna work out just fine. In her case, for example, we're excellent for her, she's excellent for us. But the screen business is seen by most people as tricky and challenging. And it is. Which, in my case, makes my intuitional nature a beautifully, perfectly-matched skill in creating the right direction for myself and my friends in this business of creation. Which is one of the fundamental reasons I'm in it. I've learned to trust my intuition as a quiet, immensely powerful friend. But there are often occasions when I need time and reassurance to see the results of my instincts unfold.
Because intuition's not my only ability, my ideas and input have been an integral part of our project's vision, so it's very exciting to see something I'm co-creating unfold before my eyes! And, at the same time, there are aspects to the project which are, as yet, unclear. We've picked a direction which requires that I manifest the perfect supporters. And, by everything I've ever experienced, I Know we're about to meet each other. So I trust that, and my faith still takes getting used to. Daily.
Because of this, on the evening of the fabulous news, I started to stress about how to hook us up with the right financial partners at the right time. Then, since I realized there didn't seem like there was anything else I could do for the next few hours, maybe even the day, I decided to take a break and get something to eat, and go walkabout. Walkabout for me is when I relax and go in search of an adventure by following wherever my instincts will lead me.
I shoe-horned myself into my beautiful, electric blue GT and set out to follow my nose and stomach. Into my mind's eye flashed images of a special highway between me and the Pacific Ocean. I started to calm down a little, remembering that most of my work is not over-working my own prosperity by trying too hard. And then, I asked myself and The Universe the question, "Where, tonight, can I meet up with a big, brand-new supporters for our project, who can help make this grow with us - and could it be a restaurant?"
So I drove leisurely pace, along the beautiful canyon snake toward my favorite ocean. And I considered the places I could eat, and whether or not I should eat quickly and head back to my office. After around 25 minutes of feeling my way around, I settled upon a new restaurant to which I'd never been. I didn't have a clear indication of whether I'd meet anyone or not. But by now I was pretty hungry and the place felt like it had a good vibe. So I put aside my request to the Universe for the moment.
I walked into the place, and since it was now early evening it was a little cooler on their patio than I preferred, I opted to go inside. The clear-eyed (cute-ouch!) hostess took me straightaway to a table which at first seemed near no one. But, when I got there, I realized she was seating me next to a business dinner with two women and three men. One of the guys smiled pleasantly at me as I walked up. Which people seldom do in my neck o' the woods.
And through my mind flashed the thought that, of everyone I could see in the place, these were the only people who looked like they were doing business. Could I have been granted my request so quickly? It was also curious in that moment was that my table abutted the back of one of their diner's chairs. My table's edge was directly against the back of his chair. Not the sort of arrangement one would expect in nicer cafe like this. The only way he could get out would be to his left, across the chair of one of his dinner-mates.
At first I wasn't sure I should sit there, but then it occurred to me that there could be more going on here than met my eyes, so I could just sit down and trust it. Without looking nosy, of which I'm entirely capable, I tried to listen to their conversation about business, but I couldn't discern most of what they were talking about. The restaurant had lotsa background noise from many other diners.
In a little while I asked one of the two guys seated with their back to me if his friend could get in and out easily. He replied that it was O.K. and kind of me to ask, and made a couple of funny quips about his friend (same age) being his father and that they just got him his first Internet connection.
So I stayed there, ordered, read the newspaper, started to eat a salad, worried some about our project, remembered to have faith, and reiterated my request to The Universe that it sure would be awesome if I could meet my new backers right away.
And, as I thought I was influencing exactly no one as I read my paper in subdued light, I heard one of the guys say in a clear voice, "Excuse me, friend, your paper's about to catch fire." In mild surprise and disbelief, I watched as he showed me how the votive candle at my table was turning the backside of my newspaper brown, and was indeed smoking! For me, he reached over and moved the candle farther away from my paper. We joked about it, he introduced me to his friends, and they turned their attention back to their meeting and dinners.
By now, I'm absolutely suspecting something's up. In all the years I've read a newspaper, I've never - even once - nearly set it afire with a candle. And a convivial, loud guy in a suit and tie has never prevented my paper from catching fire. It's a circumstance that's totally unlike me. By now, I'm really trying to listen to their conversation as I read my paper and make myself notes on what I'l be doing the next day. But I still couldn't discern anything consequential. So I waited patiently.
And, then, the perfect opportunity for anyone good at meeting people arose. The man in the suit who had prevented from my setting my paper afire, who was flush with their business and his wine, said loudly and with animated hand-gestures, "What we're really saying here, is that your firm is the fucking best in the world at what you do, and no one really knows about that, which makes you a secret!"
To which I politely butted-in and asked, "So, John, what is it exactly their firm does?" John's chair was right next to my table. He stood up, and in one motion extended his hand to reintroduce himself, and sat instead at my table, politely asking me the genuinely philosophical questions, "What is it I can do for you? How can I help you?" How many people have you ever met who'll ask you that the first time they meet you? And they mean it, and they'll deliver on it. I've met about three. And the last one was a long time ago. Apparently because I had been talking myself out of the idea that people like us are around. Note to Self; remember to ask for what you need, when you need it.
We swapped business cards. By now I realized what was happening. I might be getting what I asked for. So I told him we needed partners for our screen project. He replied that he knew five people in the entertainment industry, and intimated that they might be influential. I offered to send him an e-mail and we bid each other a pleasant good-bye. With jokes about me being careful with fire.
Today I called him. He offered the names of three of the five people he knows. And a very funny, ribald story about having dinner with them. Two of them are known by everyone around the world for their work. One's behind the scenes. As I hung up the phone, we had agreed that I'd contact them, mention his name and request their involvement in our project. He thought that was an excellent idea.
After a little while thinking about this, I called him back, left him a message and sent him an e-mail, asking if he'd forward a proposal I'd prepare for one of them. He agreed. And is also going to call them to let them know it's coming and as a good reason to touch base with them. And, if this serendipitious story wasn't remarkable enough, his conversation with them at dinner was about exactly the sort of project my company is working on. Exactly what two of his friends would love to be involved with.
Would you think I'm grateful? How long do you have to listen to the ways I can think of to answer in the affirmative? THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! I'm SOOOOOO GRATEFUL!!
These days, occasions like these compel me to wonder about how quantum theory and Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle have such a clear influence in our lives. What the Bleep Do We Know also got me thinkin' about how one particle could simultaneously seen in two places. When I looked just now at the definition for quantum superposition on Wikipedia, I didn't understand most of it. But I definitely got absolute goose-flesh in considering that I could, if I really wanted, learn enough math to gain glimpses through the valuable lens of quantum mechanics. Calculus was such a mysterious little concept for me in college that it made me want to learn it, the only math I've ever felt that way about.
Here it is, yet another example that I have to trust my intuition. All the time. Unfailingly. Just do it, don't doubt it.:
Two afternoons ago, I'd had some fabulous news that a screen project I'm working with was now in negotiation with a household-name actress and host. I Know from Guidance the project's all gonna work out just fine. In her case, for example, we're excellent for her, she's excellent for us. But the screen business is seen by most people as tricky and challenging. And it is. Which, in my case, makes my intuitional nature a beautifully, perfectly-matched skill in creating the right direction for myself and my friends in this business of creation. Which is one of the fundamental reasons I'm in it. I've learned to trust my intuition as a quiet, immensely powerful friend. But there are often occasions when I need time and reassurance to see the results of my instincts unfold.
Because intuition's not my only ability, my ideas and input have been an integral part of our project's vision, so it's very exciting to see something I'm co-creating unfold before my eyes! And, at the same time, there are aspects to the project which are, as yet, unclear. We've picked a direction which requires that I manifest the perfect supporters. And, by everything I've ever experienced, I Know we're about to meet each other. So I trust that, and my faith still takes getting used to. Daily.
Because of this, on the evening of the fabulous news, I started to stress about how to hook us up with the right financial partners at the right time. Then, since I realized there didn't seem like there was anything else I could do for the next few hours, maybe even the day, I decided to take a break and get something to eat, and go walkabout. Walkabout for me is when I relax and go in search of an adventure by following wherever my instincts will lead me.
I shoe-horned myself into my beautiful, electric blue GT and set out to follow my nose and stomach. Into my mind's eye flashed images of a special highway between me and the Pacific Ocean. I started to calm down a little, remembering that most of my work is not over-working my own prosperity by trying too hard. And then, I asked myself and The Universe the question, "Where, tonight, can I meet up with a big, brand-new supporters for our project, who can help make this grow with us - and could it be a restaurant?"
So I drove leisurely pace, along the beautiful canyon snake toward my favorite ocean. And I considered the places I could eat, and whether or not I should eat quickly and head back to my office. After around 25 minutes of feeling my way around, I settled upon a new restaurant to which I'd never been. I didn't have a clear indication of whether I'd meet anyone or not. But by now I was pretty hungry and the place felt like it had a good vibe. So I put aside my request to the Universe for the moment.
I walked into the place, and since it was now early evening it was a little cooler on their patio than I preferred, I opted to go inside. The clear-eyed (cute-ouch!) hostess took me straightaway to a table which at first seemed near no one. But, when I got there, I realized she was seating me next to a business dinner with two women and three men. One of the guys smiled pleasantly at me as I walked up. Which people seldom do in my neck o' the woods.
And through my mind flashed the thought that, of everyone I could see in the place, these were the only people who looked like they were doing business. Could I have been granted my request so quickly? It was also curious in that moment was that my table abutted the back of one of their diner's chairs. My table's edge was directly against the back of his chair. Not the sort of arrangement one would expect in nicer cafe like this. The only way he could get out would be to his left, across the chair of one of his dinner-mates.
At first I wasn't sure I should sit there, but then it occurred to me that there could be more going on here than met my eyes, so I could just sit down and trust it. Without looking nosy, of which I'm entirely capable, I tried to listen to their conversation about business, but I couldn't discern most of what they were talking about. The restaurant had lotsa background noise from many other diners.
In a little while I asked one of the two guys seated with their back to me if his friend could get in and out easily. He replied that it was O.K. and kind of me to ask, and made a couple of funny quips about his friend (same age) being his father and that they just got him his first Internet connection.
So I stayed there, ordered, read the newspaper, started to eat a salad, worried some about our project, remembered to have faith, and reiterated my request to The Universe that it sure would be awesome if I could meet my new backers right away.
And, as I thought I was influencing exactly no one as I read my paper in subdued light, I heard one of the guys say in a clear voice, "Excuse me, friend, your paper's about to catch fire." In mild surprise and disbelief, I watched as he showed me how the votive candle at my table was turning the backside of my newspaper brown, and was indeed smoking! For me, he reached over and moved the candle farther away from my paper. We joked about it, he introduced me to his friends, and they turned their attention back to their meeting and dinners.
By now, I'm absolutely suspecting something's up. In all the years I've read a newspaper, I've never - even once - nearly set it afire with a candle. And a convivial, loud guy in a suit and tie has never prevented my paper from catching fire. It's a circumstance that's totally unlike me. By now, I'm really trying to listen to their conversation as I read my paper and make myself notes on what I'l be doing the next day. But I still couldn't discern anything consequential. So I waited patiently.
And, then, the perfect opportunity for anyone good at meeting people arose. The man in the suit who had prevented from my setting my paper afire, who was flush with their business and his wine, said loudly and with animated hand-gestures, "What we're really saying here, is that your firm is the fucking best in the world at what you do, and no one really knows about that, which makes you a secret!"
To which I politely butted-in and asked, "So, John, what is it exactly their firm does?" John's chair was right next to my table. He stood up, and in one motion extended his hand to reintroduce himself, and sat instead at my table, politely asking me the genuinely philosophical questions, "What is it I can do for you? How can I help you?" How many people have you ever met who'll ask you that the first time they meet you? And they mean it, and they'll deliver on it. I've met about three. And the last one was a long time ago. Apparently because I had been talking myself out of the idea that people like us are around. Note to Self; remember to ask for what you need, when you need it.
We swapped business cards. By now I realized what was happening. I might be getting what I asked for. So I told him we needed partners for our screen project. He replied that he knew five people in the entertainment industry, and intimated that they might be influential. I offered to send him an e-mail and we bid each other a pleasant good-bye. With jokes about me being careful with fire.
Today I called him. He offered the names of three of the five people he knows. And a very funny, ribald story about having dinner with them. Two of them are known by everyone around the world for their work. One's behind the scenes. As I hung up the phone, we had agreed that I'd contact them, mention his name and request their involvement in our project. He thought that was an excellent idea.
After a little while thinking about this, I called him back, left him a message and sent him an e-mail, asking if he'd forward a proposal I'd prepare for one of them. He agreed. And is also going to call them to let them know it's coming and as a good reason to touch base with them. And, if this serendipitious story wasn't remarkable enough, his conversation with them at dinner was about exactly the sort of project my company is working on. Exactly what two of his friends would love to be involved with.
Would you think I'm grateful? How long do you have to listen to the ways I can think of to answer in the affirmative? THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! I'm SOOOOOO GRATEFUL!!
These days, occasions like these compel me to wonder about how quantum theory and Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle have such a clear influence in our lives. What the Bleep Do We Know also got me thinkin' about how one particle could simultaneously seen in two places. When I looked just now at the definition for quantum superposition on Wikipedia, I didn't understand most of it. But I definitely got absolute goose-flesh in considering that I could, if I really wanted, learn enough math to gain glimpses through the valuable lens of quantum mechanics. Calculus was such a mysterious little concept for me in college that it made me want to learn it, the only math I've ever felt that way about.
Access: PublicTagged with: LoA, Law of Attraction, intuition, respect, trust, belief, understanding, Spirit, guidance, nonlocal awareness
Aloha Mike,
Thanks for your visual post. Here's what I beheld as I read:
We answer each others prayers.
Sacred Synchronicity
We answer each others thoughts.
Cause and effect.
We are wireless ~
Magnetic compass guides us to one who will answer what we've asked. Fail-safe.
The movement and flow that you allowed to guide you directly to “who had an answer for you” and all the elements came together. Wow! Wonder of wonders. Ah, sweet mystery of life.
Thank you for your clarity. I live near a Creek and the animals show us how well they use their magnetic compass. We learn sooooo much from them.
Blessings, love and peace,
Julie