Okay, so I'm still hanging tough with the
Million Dollar Experiment. I've got to augment this writing gig somehow, right? Anyway, yesterday I read the intent (see below) and did a little meditation. I relaxed and closed my eyes, and I thought about clearing the way for all that good fine cash to come my way. Then I saw a clutter of boxes all around me, stacked higher than my head. I suspected this must have represented the obstacles in my subconscious keeping me apart from my money.
So, I started moving the boxes one by one and chucking them in an imaginary dumptster. That was pretty slow going, since this clutter had the look of the warehouse scene at the end of
Raiders of the Lost Ark. Being such a patient sort (not!), I decided that there had to be a better way. And indeed there was - I created a bulldozer, hopped on it and started bulldozing those boxes over the edge of my million dollar landing pad. It was still an enormous task to clear all that damn clutter, and I wished I had some help. Suddenly, there were at least eight other dozers running right along with me, and I suspect they were some of my fellow Million Dollar Experiment buddies.
As the clutter cleared, and the surface beneath us was revealed, I could see that it was painted with a big red bullseye. Hah! Now that's a cosmic sense of humor for you. I couldn't have dreamed it better myself. Once the joint was clear, and I'd thanked my dozer pals, I set up a comfy chair, a reading light on a side table with a nice chilled martini, and I grabbed a delicious book and hunkered down in the chair to wait for my million dollars.
I didn't expect anything to happen really, I was just happy to have the clutter gone and to have a nice peaceful sit down, but at that moment, money began to fall like Autumn leaves. I just sat back, relaxed and let it fall all around me - layers and layers of crips green bills. What a satisfying feeling!
I'm not sure what it all means, but I'll keep you posted WHEN the cash makes it's leap to my pocket in this dimension.
Fran
The Sixty Second Million Dollar Experiment Intent:In an easy and relaxed manner, in a healthy and positive way, in its own perfect time, for the highest good of all, I intend $1,000,000 to come into my life and into the lives of everyone who holds this intention.
Then write a great story for Dark Recesses! November 30th is the deadline and you gotta play to win, so check out the contest guidelines and write a wicked tale. Send it to Dark Recesses and plan to laugh like a fiend all the way to the bank!
