Everybody Talks about Manifesting

Everybody Talks about Manifesting
 by Lorna Tedder · in Law of AttractionHi dear friends and followers. Thank you very much for visiting and reading my blog. Today's topic is about dreams and manifestation. You're comments are most appreciated. Orange text are my comments.

A veces tengo que recordarme a mí mismo que tengo que soñar más grande y más a menudo porque tantos sueños pasados se han hecho realidad y no puedo permitirme soñar menos ahora - Lorna Tedder
Yeah, everybody talks about manifesting, but who’s actually doing it?

I’m acquainted with a great number of people who adhere to the Law of Attraction, earnest prayer, and/or magick to bring things into their lives that they strongly desire. Some even teach these things and have large followings. Yet it’s surprisingly few, even among teachers, who actually do manifest what they want for themselves. They understand the principles, well enough to teach them to others who show success with their teachings, but still they struggle in private.

Some are so determined to have wealth, and I watch as it eludes them. Not just wealth but great wealth. They talk a good game, but it never happens. They make plans, but nothing happens. They set intentions but then lose their way. Most of them are somewhat confused about what they really want and what to do with it if they have it, so their intentions seem diluted by fear, doubt, and plenty enough jealousy of those who succeed in manifesting the same things.

By the same token, I’ve seen people manifest wonders with nothing but a very simple faith. No secret formula. No well-known vocabulary for what they’re doing and for anything more than an intuitive understanding of the manifestation process. They know what works for them and how to turn their desires loose to come to fruition, without every taking a webinar, watching a YouTube video, or reading a book on how to manifest.

For myself, I’ve gotten really good at manifesting most of my desires over the last few years. You might look at me and say, “Yeah, sure you have. You don’t have ___,” and yet…I do have that. I don’t advertise it, but I actually do, and it’s much to my surprise that I’ve manifested it. Where I put my attention gets a lot of energy. I’ve lost some of what I manifested because I let fears creep back in and there are few things that I’ve consistently not been able to either manifest or to hold onto if I did manifest. For the most part, though, I get what I want. I surprise myself at times, too, because I know enough to not attach exact specifications to a manifestation and I get something sooooo much better than I knew existed. In other words, a lot of my dreams come true on a consistent basis. I’ve figured out most of it now, and the things that elude me are rooted in childhood’s painful beliefs and lessons. I’m still working on healing such ancient distractions and wounds and probably always will work to heal or improve them, and I must sometimes remind myself that I need to dream bigger and more often because so many past dreams have come true and I can’t allow myself to dream less now.

Note: I believe this to be the truth. I have had high expectations to manifest certain things in my life which never came to be. Looking back, I believe I have a good idea of why they did not. It was because of my negative outlook on life. Example: "Why should I expect something good to happen in my life when nothing good has ever happened to me before in my life?" I thought that I might get punished by the unseen forces for so much as thinking something good might happen in my life! A good part of my life was wasted with such negative thoughts. But like the turtle in yesterday's blog entry, I felt complacent in my rut.

I worked myself out of that rut was when I began my spiritual journey and learned that Universe gives us what we expect in life. You see, I never really had any desire to be important, famous, or rich. My greatest desire when I first started out on that journey was to do all that I could to help others living on the same streets where I myself had been for some years. I did that, and I graduated to being a social worker. I loved this job the most of any of my previous employment. My intentions were to help others and I did so for twenty years until I retired.

My dreams were not big but they were what I truly had desired. Over time, I had all but given up on having another personal relationship; I had resigned to live on my own for the rest of my life. However, Universe had a surprise for me. I met my new mate! So In that way, my dreams did come true.
The internet superstars tell us we can have it if we can dream it. They tell us both great lessons and bullshit, depending on what they’re selling–and I don’t necessarily mean they’re selling something in exchange for income because many need to feed the ego more than their own mouths. I know some of the stars of social media and various websites personally, including ones who charge big bucks for workshops and courses. For as good as some of their material, they still have desires that don’t manifest. Some are mere facades, teaching ancient knowledge. They’ve manifested an income producing business, so I’ll say that for them, but for many, the things they preach have never flowed into their own lives. As I said, I know some of them personally, and it’s a surprise how screwed up some are behind the curtain they show the world (then again, most people are). It’s easy for their audiences to admire that facade and feel inferior because mere mortals can’t just manifest everything they want like their teachers seem able to do. It’s just not true of most I’ve encountered.

To stop feeling inferior. Stop kicking yourself if you don’t have everything you want in life yet. It’s part of the journey.

And that, my friends, is as much of a message to me as it is to you.

Thank you very much again, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. Have a great day. 

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

It’s a God Thing…and I’m a Turtle

It’s a God Thing…and I’m a Turtle
by Lorna Tedder · in Positive Thinking, Relationships

Hi dear friends and followers. Thank you so much for visiting my blog. Today's topic is about like and the ruts we sometimes get ourselves into in love. Enjoy treading the entry. Print in orange is my own Notes.

The sun wasn’t even up yet—though the deepening pink on the tall white clouds announced its arrival—and my Fitbit had just buzzed my 10,000thstep. I’d already said “Good Morning” to the usual dozen or so joggers and runners I see on my morning miles when I stopped at a little bridge to take in the smooth reflective waters of a lake. An old woman in bright pink jogged toward me and as I said “Hello,” I noticed what looked like an oversized potato in the middle of the road beside us. We looked at each other and then the potato and, at about the same time, we both realized that is wasn’t a potato at all.

A turtle.

A small turtle crossing the road from one side of the bridge to the other, leaving one side of the lake for the other.

I could hear an oncoming car in the distance. That little turtle might have spent the entire night to make it all that way from the lake to the middle of the road…but he was about to become a bump in the rut he was trapped in. I had just enough time to pick him up, tumble him on to the roadside and dash back to the jogging path before the headlights bisected the road. The jogger in pink and I watched for a few moments as the turtle stayed quiet and then, finally, started to crawl toward the lake.

I’m like that little turtle, I realized. Occasionally picked up by some greater power and tumbled to an entirely new and unexpected place, even after I had worked so hard to get to the dangerous rut I was in. Far too many things have happened in my life at the last possible moment to either nudge me out of my rut or send me tumbling furiously in some new direction that kept me from becoming road kill.

Note: I do so agree with this part. It seemed that just before I got rolled over by the steam roller, superman came along and swooped me out of harm's way, finding myself in a whole new set of circumstances. It was like being dropped in the middle of the forest without a compass. Divine providence? Call it what you may, but I came to discover that wherever I was deposited at, it was the place I needed to be to learn life's next lessons at the time. In later years I was to teach those very same lessons to others.

All was for a purpose. If the turtle decides to choose to remain in the rut in the middle of the road, the bus will inevitably run over him. But then, if it's not meant to be, some good Samaritan will come along and save the turtle from the rut he is in, the rut in the middle of the road.

Each rut one ends up in, we know we are there. We can feel it within ourselves; maybe we decide to hang around to learn where it will lead us, or maybe just too complacent to want to leave. But whatever route, or should I say, rut, we choose, it is experience with a different lesson to be learned in life's journey. New people, some angels, some dark souls, all teaching a different lesson.
-The pilot announcing we wouldn’t be taking off after all because two of the engines were out.

-My mom looking out the kitchen window in the exact moment that the ground swallowed me up in my sandbox.

-The misdirected “I love you” text message from a boyfriend of two weeks, who wasn’t nearly as single as he claimed.

-The boyfriend who butt-dialed the wrong person while he was on a date with someone new.

-The sting set up to catch a child predator that caught something else entirely.

-An unsettling appointment someone made with my daughter for her photographic services.

-A boyfriend leaving town with no notice and no forwarding address.

Life happens in a moment–the good things, the bad things, being saved from worse things.

One “good Christian woman” I know calls it “a GOD thing,” however heartbreaking it may be at the time. These coincidences.

Another friend of mine calls it “the great reveal of the universe”…when we’re going about our daily lives, making choices about our futures based on lies, insufficient information or both.

I don’t remember being squished. I do remember surviving. I remember being scooped up, protesting all the way, from my comfy spot in the middle of the highway. I remember being thrown. I remember tumbling. I remember sometimes landing on my back. I remember the disorientation and the slow crawl towards some new place I couldn’t recognize from that vantage point.

I’m in a different place now though. A better place and a wiser place than I’ve ever been in before even if I still miss some of the things about the roads I’ve left behind. There are times that I wonder if I might, one day, part the grasses and see ahead of me the same lake I saw a long time ago from a certain road right before I got kicked hard to the sidelines.

But even though I’m open to it, that destination depends on the decisions and development of others. So if it’s not that lake, it will be another. But if I’m on the wrong road and in the wrong rut, I know that I’ll be moved out of harm’s way in the nick of time.

The woman in pink and I stood beside the road and watched the turtle disappear into the grass.

As if by confirmation, once I got home, I found something surprising, amazing, relieving. I sat with my breakfast while I researched something for my daughter online and stumbled across a reference to an old love interest.

It’s a story of what’s been happening in his life since I last saw him. The illegal activity, the unethical activity, the hearts he’s broken, the finances he’s ruined, and I haven’t been among a one of them in this past decade.

Just more evidence that even when it seems I’ve been dealt a cruel hand at times, I was always being guided by a divine one…who throws turtles when we get too close to our own destruction.

Thank you very much again, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. Have a great day. 

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Dating the Mentally Ill

Dating the Mentally Ill
Lorna Tedder · in Relationships

Hi dear friends and followers. Thank you so much for visiting my blog. Today I wish to share with you about relationships and mental illness.    


Primero Podemos ver la belleza nos presentan cuando la relación es fresca y temprana pero con el tiempo, la flor de la novedad se desvanece, y empezamos a ver las viñas de la enfermedad mental y que es fácil de conseguir nosotros mismos enredado, incluso si su haciendo su mejor esfuerzo hackear su camino a un lugar mejor. Nuestro propósito no es para tirar de las vides de raíz o cortarlas en rodajas bajar en el tierra, no importa lo mucho que queremos querer, fortaleza  de amor no es suficiente. Por Lorna Teddler

Mama always told me, when I was a teenager, “They’re best to you while they’re courting you.”

It was a warning against all men, but she didn’t mean it as a misandrist attack. She’d had experience with really only one man, and he was the basis for her conclusions. She married a young man who was mentally ill, spent her life with him, raised a family with him, took care of him 24/7 for the last six and a half years of his life, and still–like the rest of our family–lives in his shadow after his death. There were a few times that were better than others but for the most part, he never changed. At least, not for the positive.

We never knew what was wrong. Or really that that there was anything wrong. Mama married him when she was 17 and didn’t have enough experience outside in the real world. The rest of us were born into a family where this was our normal. Where his tantrums and physical and emotional abuse were normal. Where we knew no different. He was just…Daddy.

Someone on social media shared their opinion with me on dating someone who is mentally ill. As someone who grew up unknowingly in the shadow of a man with borderline personality disorder, and as someone who has had relationships with men with narcissistic personality disorder and bipolar disorder as well as borderlines like my dad, the quote hit me especially hard. It said:


If you start dating a depressed person, don’t be surprised if they are still depressed while dating you.

They’re not depressed because they’re single, and you are not an all-powerful cure for mental illnesses.

Just be there for them.

It’s one of the truest things I’ve ever read on social media, but it’s only half the story.

The first problem with “just being there for them” is that we don’t always realize that we’re looking at mental illness or signs of it don’t show up until we’re already heavily invested emotionally. And then we make excuses for it. Excuses for them. Excuses for their behavior. Excuses for hurtfulness, lies, withdrawal. Excuses for abuse and manipulation and cheating. Excuses to other people whom we don’t want to know how bad it is and excuses to ourselves…because we don’t want to believe how bad it is.

When Mama said, “They’re best to you while they’re courting you,” she was referring to that easy-going, charming, eager-to-please, little-boy-ego that shows up initially in so many relationships, and is so easy to fall in love with when they’re pursuing you. After they’ve caught you, someone told me long ago–and they’re sure you won’t leave them–they can “relax and be rotten to you.”

Of course, it may not be that they are intentionally being rotten, although I’ve had my share of relationships where it certainly seemed intentional. They may instead be rotten to you because it takes so much of their personal energy to keep up the facade, and after they feel safe with you, they can let down their walls. At least, some of their walls. They can save their expenditures of positivity for occasional ventures into public life or even into new romantic relationships.

Speaking from personal experience only, I know that sometimes they can hide their illness very well, for months or even years. I was once close to a man who told me about his diagnosis shortly after we met, and I didn’t believe him because he put me on a pedestal and didn’t seem anything like the person he described himself to be. Five years later, I saw some cruel behaviors I didn’t understand. After a decade, his mental illness had progressed to a point where he could no longer hide it except to new people in his life–very new, very shallow relationships.

To those of us who are empathic and to those of us who are born the children of a mentally ill parent, we don’t seem to have the normal mechanism for recognizing danger and running away. We are either so accustomed to identifying with the emotions of others, however turbulent those emotions may be, or we are overly understanding and supportive–codependent–which is a left-over survival strategy for coping with a mentally ill parent from a young age. We love them deeply but our loyalty knows no depth. So, as with a parent, we refuse to flee when we see behaviors that scare people away so much sooner. We’re so proud to be loyal and loving.

The other reason we can’t always be there for them is that sooner or later, they do something so damaging that it cannot be ignored, not only to us but to themselves. They hurt those of us who stood by them through it all. No matter how much we love them, they still have a tremendous capacity to hurt us. So we either sink into the mire with them, harden our shells, or limp away.

Note I am not a stranger to unpleasant relationships, of which most I walked away from except the last one. The mental disorderly behaviour of this individual didn't rear it's head until three children later. I knew that he suffered Bi polar-disorder and was also aware that this disorder could be controlled with the right medication, and so it was. What I didn't know is that he was a recovering alcoholic as well. At the time we met he was not a practicing alcoholic. After he started drinking again he also stopped taking his meds and his behaviour became quite psychotic. To the point I began to fear that one of us would wind up dead, or even worst, one of the children. In the middle of the night I took the three children and just whatever I could gather in in my hands and packed the kids and what ever else I could grab and stuffed them in the back seat with the kids and left. At this time I suffer alcoholism myself and lost the three children over this. After the loss of the three children I took to the highway and lived on the road for nearly ten years before I returned. What the author here is saying in this posting I can quite readily identify with much of it.

The only other solution that I’ve found–the one I’ve adopted in this calendar year–is to run like hell when I see those first signs of mental illness. It’s not out of hard-heartedness. It’s out of self-preservation. It took a while for me to understand what those things look like and to spot them before I cannot extricate myself easily from a new friendship. We don’t have to be magnets for troubled partners, but there is something about us that is understanding and caring and seems to draw the troubled into our lives where we happily and unwittingly become enablers.

Many of us who stay in relationships with mentally ill partners have fixer personalities. We believe that we can change people for the better–and many of us have plenty of evidence of that with people who don’t suffer from a mental illness because we spend so much time coaching, mentoring, or just listening and then advising those who come to us either personally or professionally. We help people grow and change, become better versions of themselves, leave behind behaviors that aren’t good for them, all the while practicing behaviors that may not be good for us in the long run, either. We pride ourselves and on being the most loving and the loyalest of all potential mates and friends.

But do you know what’s really going on in our heads when we find out the person we love has a mental illness?

We’ve bought into the lie that love is the greatest catalyst of all, that love can change anything, can heal everything. That if our love is deep enough and strong enough that we can somehow pull them out of the mire. That we can “Be the change.”

For cancers, infections, illnesses confined to the body, it is easier for us to “just be there for them.” Though truly, nothing is ever easy about loving someone with any illness or watching how it wastes the person we love. We stand a better chance of realizing that it’s medicine or change of habits that will make the difference, if anything will. Or even prayer.

But with mental illness, we somehow think that we are enough, that our love is enough. We take their continuing and progressive mental illness as personal rejection, even when intellectually, we understand that certain behaviors cannot be helped or cured. Or even acknowledged. We are emotional beings ourselves, and we are unable to distinguish the mental illness from the man. It becomes a deep personal defeat.

Our love wasn’t enough.

And what we fail to realize is that no one’s love will ever be enough. We don’t have that kind of power, whether over mental illness or over the person we love. The mental illness itself is a part of that person, and though it can be treated, medicated, and talked through, it is the undeniable shadow side of the person we have chosen. Sometimes the shadow is too much for us, and if it’s too much for us who don’t experience the illness first hand, then how much harder it must be for those who live in the shadow every minute.

Thank you very much again, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. Have a great day.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Empaths: To Shield or Not to Shield

Empaths: To Shield or Not to Shield
by Lorna Tedder · in Empathy

Hi dear friend and followers. Welcome to my blog and thank you so much for visiting. Today's topic is about Empaths and when to shield or not to shield

From 125 miles away, I could feel what was happening in this place.

All it takes is once and you’re hooked.

It’s another hour before dawn and you wake with the strangest, awfullest feeling that something is wrong with someone you love. You feel their fear, their dread. You know the energy signature of the person whose feelings are flooding through you. Normally loving, strong, taking care of you.

It can’t be him. He’s not sick. And, It’s the middle of the night. He should be in his bed, asleep.

But no matter. The feelings don’t stop. If anything, they become more intense.

Finally, unable to sleep, your own stomach churning, you pick up the phone and make a call. You ask the other person, who lives 100 miles closer to your granddad than you do, to please check in on him. Your request is met with yawns. You’re chided for being a bother, for your silliness…for being disturbed by what must have been a nightmare.

“I hope that’s all it is,” you say. “Just a bad dream I can’t remember that’s causing these feelings.”

And, finally, you convince the other person to go check on your granddad–to prove how silly you are.

A few hours later, you learn he’s still alive. Because of you. Because of your silliness. Because of your gift.

And you’re not only relieved that Granddad is okay, but there’s something more…a new feeling. A feeling of having saved someone with your superpower that you didn’t realize was a superpower. That this gift is a blessing in disguise. That you can help people. That you can save people.

And there’s nothing like that feeling…nothing.

Over time, you learn the darker aspects of your gift. That it is as much a curse as it is a blessing. You ride the currents of other people’s emotions, tossed on their emotions. Motion-sick and at their mercy…until you learn to shield. You learn to keep out the negativity, the heaviness, the overwhelming emotions. You learn to seal yourself off from your sensitivity to others’ emotions and energy. You learn that through shielding, you can find a place of serenity. You come to the understanding that you can live without being a superhero who saves everyone in trouble or in pain or in fear or in anger or in hurt or in heartbreak.

No matter how great that feeling was of saving someone, you prefer to live with serenity through the turbulence of other people’s emotions, desperately trying to find your own boundaries and hold tight to them.

You’re okay. You’re all right. You’re okay. You can deal with not saving everyone or the adrenaline high of knowing that you might can save everyone because you’ve never lost anyone.

And then, it happens.

For the last several months, your dad has been a jerk to the nth degree. His attitude is hurtful. His words are toxic. You keep your shields up for your own preservation and you go on about your business. You’re fine. You’re serene. You’re raising your kids and all is well.

You take your kids out for an evening of pizza. And as you park the car, your 14-year-old daughter asks to borrow your phone. She wants to make a phone call. She wants to check on her grandmother because she has the strangest, awfullest feeling that something is wrong with her grandfather. You go cold inside–remembering what that feeling is like–as you hand her the phone.

She dials your parents’ number, but a neighbor answers and explains that your father, your daughter’s grandfather, is, at this moment, being loaded into an ambulance. Even though no one could’ve stopped his heart attack, you still lie awake at night wondering, if you’d had your shields down, would you have felt something in time…to have warned him, to have called and said goodbye, to have prepared your mother for what was to come?
Note: I had this experience five times with people close to me: my dad, my mom, an aunt, and two very close friends. I could not live through these feelings any longer and had to learn to shield from them.

I still have many premonitions. Some have come to fruition but I know now that these things do come to pass, both the good and the bad. I have no control over them. All I can do is to pray for the strength to get through them. But death is something you can never prepare for or shield against, gifted or not. 

And my dear friend if you are reading this. I will tell you from my own experience, you cannot save the whole world, you can maybe save one soul at a time and that is only if that soul is looking to be saved.
And that’s when the self-torture begins.

Can you ever let down your shields? Do you ever again dare? Are there not still people on the planet that you love, that you might be able to save?

It’s far easier living without the feeling of owning a superpower and being able to save others than it is to live with knowledge that you have a superpower and the ability to save others and yet you don’t.

And so, you make it all your responsibility–to stay unshielded, to keep yourself open to any pangs of fear or anger or physical pain that might signal someone needs your help…someone you love, someone you don’t want to hurt or die or be in trouble. And so you bear it because you don’t know how you would ever bear it if you lost someone and the curse you bear everyday might have been the blessing that stopped it.

Thank you very much again, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. Have a great day.
✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Poetry composed by me

Hi dear friends and followers, welcome to my blog and thank you very much for visiting. I hope you enjoy these two short poems  I wish to share with you today
A short poem composed by me +Cindy Groulx

The Fairy Ring

Let us dance! Let us sing!

As we form a merry ring;

round and 'round the big oak tree*

We'll be like the fairies 

our magic to weave!

For anyone whose heart says "Join!"

we have room in our merry fairy-dance ring.

We come and we go, 

like the seasons of the year.

'round and 'round the circle,

we have merriment day and evening.

I'll be the Summer, you can be the Spring;

but if you dare follow us, beware!

We cannot guarantee in which season

you will return to whence you came,

to once again join us in our fairy ring.

A short poem composed by me +Cindy Groulx

My Reflections

I hated my reflection.

I despised it so

When I saw it in the pond,

this person staring back at me,

so dull and half-hidden in the shadows.

She sought her solace in the darkness.

Now she sparkles with an aura so bright

that if you were to ask me whence the aura came,

I would have to say that I do not know.

It came to me so gradually that I had not noticed

until I could see the reflection of its brightness

one day when I looked into the pond.

What I discovered that day

is that its light comes from within me!

In the past I had sought perfection

in what I could see, my physical self.

Since then I have learned that true perfection

lies within the heart and not without.

Let your inner light shine,

and you will see your true reflection

upon the deep, dark pond of life;

watch it ripple and dance as your inner self

takes joy in the days of your life.

Thank you very much again, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. Have a great day.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿