Chapter 79 Intention - from my book Changes

Chapter 79

Intention

When I first learned about the process of sending light energy for healing, I learned to gather it up, build it up, and send it out like a firehose.  Later I learned there is a gentler way, which to me feels more like intention.

Gathering up light energy, building it up, and sending it out powerfully, compared to sending healing through intention is like the difference between surgery with an axe and sledgehammer versus a scalpel.

Intention affects our lives all the time.  This idea of intention making a big difference in how you live your life is taught in many schools of thought, and is a tool people on those journeys of self discovery are encouraged to master.

Actions, and thoughts without intention, are flimsy and easily abandoned.

Have you ever had the experience where you had something scheduled because you thought you wanted to participate, but as the time came close, you had a resistance to the activity?  I have noticed that half the time, when I experience a change of my intention, someone will let me know that the activity has been cancelled. 
The other half of the time, I cancel.

I believe we are each like nerves in a greater body.  We are all connected and we do affect one another.  I believe we not only receive messages from the greater body, but we also send out messages too.

One such experience, which I cannot say whether I was on the receiving end of the communication within the greater body, or on the sending end, started when I was on my way to a Trackerschool class.

I was flying to New Jersey from Florida, where I was living at the time.  I was lucky to have the whole row open to me on the plane, so I was laying down on the seats to rest since it was nighttime.  While resting I started thinking about an intersection in the city of Orlando that I drove by frequently on the way to my husband’s office.  That intersection had been accumulating trash.  It was so bad that every corner was full of litter, all the way up to the doorsteps of the little businesses there, as if a garbage truck had exploded.  Every time I drove by I thought, “Why doesn’t anyone clean this up?  It looks awful!”

Well, as I lay there thinking about that intersection, and feeling judgmental about why no one was doing anything about it, I was struck with the thought, ‘Why don’t YOU (meaning me) do something about it?’

How embarrassing!  I was being put on the spot by that little voice in my head.  Why am I being judgmental when I am not willing to help. It’s probably no one person’s fault that trash is there.

So, I turned over a new leaf and started making mental plans of how I would go about making a change.  I was not super comfortable with the whole idea of spending time on that intersection and those corners cleaning it up, and had many arguments go through my head about it.  But the more I thought about it, the more my brain figured out ways I could help without feeling uncomfortable.

I imagined (now you get a peek into my funny way of thinking) taking my children with me, dressed up in flowing dresses and the boys wearing caps that said, “Clean up crew.”  We would each have a big bag and one of those clamps on a rod with a handle that you squeeze to make the clamp pick up something off the ground.

We would be smiling and saying hi to people passing by.  We would occasionally take breaks and visit the old timers sitting around the front of the stores. We will have had so much fun meeting people and cleaning up, we would decide to do this in other parts of the city.

Pretty soon I would become known as the trash lady, and people would smile and wave as they went by.

It wouldn’t take long before a news crew would be alerted to our activity and would interview us.  Eventually, I would organize other volunteers nation wide to form these clean up crews and we would have special uniforms and hand out cookies to people we meet as a form of good will.

Both on the flight to Trackerschool, at night in my tent while at Trackerschool, and on the plane, on the way home to Florida, I would envision this endeavor.

The next day, after getting back from Trackerschool, when I drove past that intersection to my husband’s office, the trash was gone!  The intersection was spotless.  The corners where all the little old stores sat had no trash on the ground.

So, did I pick up on what other people were already doing, or did other people pick up on what I was thinking about doing, giving them the idea to go ahead and do the clean up?

If I were to ask one of my Trackerschool teachers that question, I think they would simply say, “Yes.”