Believing is Seeing

Believing is seeing

This right here (on the fireplace mantle) is one of my first great conscious manifestations. In the aftermath of George Floyd's murder, during COVID 2020, I first came to the Law of Assumption when I was studying Black history. I somehow learned of Abdullah, the mentor of Neville Goddard who defied Jim Crow. In a time where Black folx were barred from public spaces because of the color of their skin, this dark-skinned Ethiopian ("black as the Ace of Spades") could just walk up to the Box office & have his pick of seats. He loved going to the Metropolitan Opera & took Neville to see Parsifal of all things.

I was in awe of how someone--a Black someone--could live so close to Harlem where James Baldwin was just a boy at the time, and live such a different life from other Black folx. It was so hard to imagine the possibility, yet by that time I'd already experienced enough taste of mysticism and "spooky science" to have my own sense of reality shaken.

~ My curiosity & desire for artwork of Black ballroom dancers ~

Around December of 2020, I was in a physical and spiritual housecleaning mode, embracing my divine feminine in my home decor. I've always loved ballroom dance and so I decided that to help visualize feeling physically healed from old injuries and back on the dance floor, I would put up artwork that helped me feel I was back dancing.

I couldn't help but notice though, as I window-shopped on sites like Wayfair, the absence of color. Every dancer was white. I'm a white woman so why should this bother me? Because we're not all white. 

It really bothered me deeply that the only art I saw of dancers were all white, and the only ones that weren't the Black folx were just musical performers. Nothing wrong with being a musician, I had played several instruments and had gone to All State on my alto clarinet in high school, and won a music scholarship. So I had nothing but respect and admiration for musicians. The issue was choice. I was able to experience both roles in life: the background musician and the dancer.

I was so tired of seeing racism everywhere. It was as though everywhere I looked, there were Black folx being typecast and forced into limited roles. I didn't know that it was this belief creating this continued experience. 

I'm an introvert and at that time I was even more isolated, so it wasn't like I was planning on having guests over to impress with my anti-racist decor. It wasn't like I was going to be giving tours or appearing at press conference as the heroic white woman who had galiantly diversified her home. It wasn't anything like that. I just wanted to know it existed. I wanted to see it. If Abdullah had manifested being able to live in a Manhattan mansion and frequenting the opera with his pick of seats, then surely there were Black ballroom dancers. 

Though discouraged, I maintained a persistent desire to see possibility beyond the stories of the 3D. I wanted to know that artwork of Black and Brown ballroom dancers existed. I wanted to feel myself dancing among all people--of all colors--and not feel like I was part of some exclusive whites-only clan. Guilt and sadness prevented me from really enjoying the lovely dancers I had on the wall.

My desire pierced thru. An image in my mind--the thought of possibility--of dancers of color persisted. As I scrolled thru online stores looking at art, I imagined seeing Black dancers. I wondered what that looked like & if it even existed.

~ A Bridge of Incidents & My Wish Fulfilled ~

A dear friend, who was also my business partner and co-authoring a book related to local Black history at the time, had just lost his mother. I thought I was just going to help him with her estate & maybe learn more about his family history (he is Black and had experienced pretty racist things in my own home town, especially when he had gone to school with my mom--things like a cross being burned on his lawn).

I truly had no intentions of receiving or even asking for a single thing. I was also doing my own inner work at the time and was still discovering my own worth and value. They were quite wealthy and I wasn't used to being around that, I was scared I was going to accidentally break something.

He had me place stickers on things I might like which I was not prepared for or expecting at all. I'm not a very materialistic person and also had twinges of guilt. I could hear people talking in my mind about how maybe white people had taken enough of Black people's things, there goes another greedy white person stealing from Black folx, I didn't deserve it, it should all go to Black folx, but he didn't see me that way. He noticed a box that had various paintings & framed prints in it, invited me to look thru them and started showing me them.

I hadn't told him about my frustration with looking for art of Black ballroom dancers yet. I hadn't said a thing about it. It wasn't on my mind; I was really just focused on helping and learning what I could without sounding ignorant or accidentally saying something that might be racist that I wasn't aware was racist (like all the Depression Era sayings I had grown up learning from my grandparents that I'd only recently learned the racist roots & meanings of).

Then he showed me this lovely framed art and asked if I'd like to have it. I almost started to cry.

They existed! I knew it! My inner me rejoiced & leaped inside me. My entire 3D world had kept affirming my old belief that no matter where I checked, it was just white people. That we were truly that racist and hadn't changed a bit, we were always going to be racist in subtle ways like this, I should just accept it. No Black ballroom dancers. What was I thinking? 

Yet an image had persisted. I had let my imagine dance with the possibility of a different art world that didn't have white only dance spaces.

Here they were, beautiful dark-skinned people in elegant gowns. Not in the background but as the main images. This is how it should be. THIS IS how it is.

I share in my other writings about other huge manifestations that friend had been part of the "bridge" on in that same visit, but for the purpose of this success story, I want to keep the focus on this single desire--this wish fulfilled. I received many things, very nice things I'd never owned before, but out of all of them, this is the most precious to me.

Because I caused it with my imagination. I saw it in my mind's eye before I saw it with my human eyes. As within, so without. As above, so below.

~ Believing is Seeing ~

Our imagining creates reality. I have so many experiences with manifesting now, and have manifested so many crazy things since then, but this remains one of my most memorable. If you have a limiting belief, a pattern of experience you expect to keep happening, then you are going to keep seeing that because the 3D is forced by Law to reflect back to you all your beliefs and contents of your mind.

If you think something always or happens or happens, then that is the fate you have assigned to yourself. Nothing is impossible. All things already exist. All possibilities. All realities. You merely observe the version you want within you and allow it to materialize.

You are God of your reality; Consciousness is in you and so fused with you that you are one. Elohim. The Unity of Unities. God speaks to you thru the language of dreams and DESIRE.

Do not let the 3D tell you what is real, the facts or how things are. No! You tell it! You direct it! You choose in your imagination what you want to see, know it exists and allow it to materialize.

Praise to the Unity that which is our Unity. We are Elohim. God in us. God as us. Co-creators. Here to enjoy and experience life in abundance and divine Love. There is nothing off limits to you. You are not disqualified for any reason. You want it? You got it. Period.

Now go get dancing and have fun with it! 💃 🕺