I’m going to start by clarifying that I am not claiming to be an “expert” on this by any means.
What I am about to share with you is my own humble experience with manifesting my dreams …
And …
What happened when it was time to let them go.
Yesterday I wrote a post about why I don’t teach manifestation.
In that post I talked about how sometimes we can manifest things that are never meant to be for us and therefore it won’t work out the way we’ve planned – my whole concept of “what’s for me is for me & what’s not is not”.
So, I can manifest something that’s not for me, but it’s not necessarily going to turn out the way I’d like because ultimately it’s not for me.
But what about manifesting things that are for me?
I’ve had a few of those as well.
And I’ve learned something about those too.
Here’s the other thing I didn’t talk about in yesterday’s post, but that I need to talk about now:
Impermanence.
Manifested or not, the thing we all succumb to here on planet earth because that’s the nature of this world we live in, is that nothing is permanent.
Life, stuff, relationships, jobs, everything.
The only constant is change.
So most of us manifest, not for our soul’s highest good, but in an attempt to control things in our lives.
Manifestation becomes another form of grasping.
Sometimes when we manifest our dream, we fall into the trap of the illusion that it will never change.
Just like children eventually leave the nest.
As we all grow and evolve in our separately and yet interwoven paths, all things come to their completion.
I’m writing these words on the deep profound reality check of a big one for me personally.
And though I’ve manifesting things before – dream romantic relationships, dream jobs, dream homes – it still sucks to finally realize when it’s over.
Even if we know that there are amazing things to come, we must fully go through the process.
My friend Kianga calls this “shedding”.
I call it grief.
To me it feels like a lot of little deaths all at once.
And my soul knows that it’s important and it’s “for my highest good”.
But my human, tender, animal self feels heartbroken.
Thank god our hearts were built to hold so much – because it gives us the capacity to feel all of our whole experience.
Even when it sucks.
Here are some things I’ve learned that I find helpful:
- Recognize when it’s done and accept
- Know that this acceptance process can take a while. Listen to the signs and really hear them even when you don’t want to
- Grieve – it might seem silly, trivial even, to grieve over something like having to move house, but remember that if you feel all of that, you must go through the full process
- Write it out, journal, cry, laugh, yell, throw as many tantrums as you need – move that shit through you with awareness. It doesn’t have to look pretty – you just have to be fully present to the process
- Remember that you don’t have to like it – remember that you can simultaneously feel shitty and hopeful.
- Don’t rush. Don’t speed through, don’t skip over. Be present to the whole process. Just like any death, it could be instantaneous and sudden, or take months or even years to fully express.
- Trust yourself. Trust your gut. Trust your intuition. If all else fails, stick to the simple mantra – what’s for me is for me, what’s not (or no longer for me) is not, and then go back to number 1.
Some of the hardest things I’ve ever had to let go of are the things I’ve manifested.
There is something about the feeling of being fated that makes it just so much harder to let go when it’s time to let go.
But we must.
We must.
We must.
We must make room for the unfolding.
With all my love,
jenn