Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 13 degrees, cold, cloudy and slightly rainy.
My mother had an end-of-year event at her spiritualist church, which she frequents.
My mother is a medium. She studied and trained for many years and has lectured in different countries, not just in England, about spiritualism, clairvoyance, and mediumship for over twenty years. She’s doing less now because she is getting too old, and it takes a lot out of her.
My mother had asked me to go with her, and even though I accepted, we both knew I wouldn’t stay too long at the event. Luckily for me, the event was held near one of the region’s most famous and beautiful public parks, one that is an important reference from my childhood.
When we arrived at this meeting event, my mother introduced me to many of her friends and colleagues, and in 10 minutes, I was on my way out. It’s a freezing and windy day outside, but only a kilometre from where I am is Mary Stevens Park.
When I was very young, I would go to this beautiful park either by myself, with friends, or with the scouts to use its facilities. Besides a lovely old building and the iron gates with cement pillars at the main entrance to the park, there is a reasonably large lake, a bandstand, and a beautiful field for people to have picnics in the summer or to walk with their dogs at any time of the year.
The park is divided into two halves by an Avenue lined with trees. I can’t remember whether I raced homemade carts down this Avenue once or twice against others from the scouts or school; it is not 100% clear to me, but I know that I did it at least once.
Walking down the Avenue brought back many other memories from my childhood. I once played tennis on one of the many courts there. On many occasions, I went with friends to walk through or around the park, which was also a geographical reference to where I lived for two years, about a five-minute walk from it.
At that time, I had already left home and found a bedroom to rent in a beautiful little house in a side street near the park. The house is situated on a charming street lined with trees and without the noise of heavy traffic from the main road.
The house was detached, and two other people were already living there. It has two bedrooms upstairs and on the ground floor, a front bedroom that was a front living room in the past but was converted, and a communal living room and kitchen at the back.
I rented the third bedroom on the ground floor, and two women rented the bedrooms upstairs. We got on well together; there were no real problems, and during my two years there, we had a nice time together, parties, trips, etc. It was perfect. I remember that I dated a beautiful young girl who lived two or three doors down on the same street for a very short period.
After walking through the park, trying to remember the past, I went to see the house where I once lived and the friendships, parties, and people I lived with at that time, such a long time ago. I thought that I wouldn’t recognise the house, but I did, and I recognised my old landlord, who lived in the house beside it and, at that exact moment, was doing some odd jobs on his own house.
What impresses me and makes me think above everything else is that six months ago, I was telling people, friends, and some pupils in Brazil that one of the reasons that I was going to England was to visit and reminisce about the old places that I used to go to, and now I am doing it.
I am trying to say that the power of the mind, what we think, manifest, and project, really works; it eventually comes to us. What we put our thoughts to, the universe will and does conspire. I’m here now in England, going to places I once went to when I was a child, and now I’m living, seeing, feeling, and absorbing what I had set my mind to six months before.
Words cannot describe how grateful I am for being able to pass, see, do, and achieve all the things that are coming together so beautifully at this moment in my life. It is like a new jigsaw puzzle you receive from Christmas; you open the box and empty its content, the 10,000 tiny pieces falling out onto the table or floor.
Like everything in life, it isn’t easy to fit the pieces together and put them in the right places when you begin. Still, after some time, patience, and effort, you have completed the perimeter of the picture, and then you start to fill in the picture little by little with the remaining pieces.
Only after much time, effort, hard work and patience do I feel the pieces are coming together in my life. The power of the mind, a healthy routine, and determination combine to make the whole picture!
I have noticed that everything I put my mind to eventually manifests in one way or another. Usually, it is not always as we would like or expect, but it comes to us. The secret is to know what you want, think about it in your mind, imagine it as if it were now, and live the whole situation in your mind. Do not be distracted; be convinced that this is what is essential for you, and the universe will let it happen.
Be responsible in your thoughts; the universe will give and do accordingly.
In bed by 11.30 p.m.
Thank you.
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Richard
