Reality Creation

I don't subscribe to the so-called, "law" of attraction for numerous reasons. And while I also don't purposefully engage in manifestation through visualization, my wife does to great effect as she's proven time and again. Or at least I thought I didn't. Let me explain.

I do believe in creating your own reality, but doing so through much more practical, albeit esoteric, means. From my 2012 blog entry, Creating Reality :

Watch your thoughts;
They become words.

Watch your words;
They become actions.

Watch your actions;
They become habits.

Watch your habits;
They become character.

Watch your character;
It becomes your destiny.

Consequently, I leave the manifestation of the physical to my wife, while I handle the day-to-day environment in which we thrive. It's a wondrous thing to behold; like two wizards collectively creating a universe in which to live, playing to their individual strengths in the process. Which brings me to last night. Wifey was recounting a story she'd had with a client about the power of her last visualization and how that focus played out. Aghast, I realized what I had been doing these past few weeks and exclaimed in shock, "I hadn't thought about that - I've....I've been visualizing a lifetime spent together with you and your BFF."

"Oh, I know," she replied.

Of course I wasn't doing it for reasons of manifestation. It just kind of happened. While we were there, her BFF had opened so much of herself with me it felt as if I already knew her, subsequently behaving as if she were already a part of us, and always had been. I'll admit I've been living in this imaginary relationship with her in my head since we left, and it's spanned a lifetime. Since I'm not the manifestation queen, my wife explained it works with a specific, individual scene you play over and over and hold tightly onto. As I thought about it, beyond imagining the dizzying array of topics we'd discuss, reading together in the study, running the kids to their appointments, grocery shopping together, running through every step of the intimacy exercises over and over, and engaging in the art of cunnilingus, there was one "scene" which stood out among the rest and always had: Cooking together. Cooking dinner for my wife and the girls while they were on their respective computers doing their thing in the house. Above all else, that seemed to be my happy place. Our happy place.

So while not doing so for manifestation, I was apparently, in my own way, doing it nonetheless. It will be curious to see what transpires.

Nicotine

For something completely different and new, I decided last week to see if I could stop vaping. I went back to my lozenges but forgot why I'd started vaping in the first place - not only do the lozenges tear up my mouth something fierce, they also give me painful indigestion. Someone suggested a nicotine patch instead, so thought I'd give that a try.

Apparently the patches are ridiculously expensive, and not usually covered by insurance, so that would be an out-of-pocket expense of something like $300 for a gamble. Working in concert with my pharmacy and doctor's office, it turns out my insurance DOES cover them (which I was told is quite rare) and should have my prescription submitted sometime today.