Vehicles of Manifestation

I've always wanted to be an author, but I've never written a book.

I've always wanted to be fit, but I've never stuck to an exercise program.

I've always wanted to record a song, but I've never booked a studio.

For much of my life, I've fit nicely and neatly into the role of high tech executive. I applied for a copywriter job, but they offered me one in account management. It was a blast. It was during the dot com boom, and it seemed we could do no wrong.  

After the bust, I made an effort to go back to my roots. I applied again for a copywriting job. Well, first I moved to the South where a two bedroom apartment cost $300 a month, utilities included, and I fished a lot and learned how to slow smoke meats on the barbecue. And then I came back to the Bay Area, and applied again for a copywriting job. This time I got it.

Three months later I was an account executive again and on a twenty year path that would take me into the halls of some of the world's most innovative brands and fastest growing companies, and also through several periods of major burnout. One so severe, I was forced to do the unthinkable. I started meditating.

Talk about a field that's filled with quacks and conmen. I sought peace, and found that I could become rich by sleeping with hundred dollar bills under my pillow. I sought wisdom, and found that I could gain it by waving my fingers over the cover of a book. I don't think you quite get the same insights from The Catcher in the Rye without opening the cover.

What I did learn is that inside of us, inside each and every one of us, is a deep, vast, indeed infinite capacity for conducting energy.

Do we control it? I don't know. Can we control it? I don't know.

What I do know is this. I still want to be an author. I still want to be fit. I still want to record a song. No, not a song, an album. And none of those things have happened. Yet, I'm determined to make them happen, still.

I won a big project recently. The experience was something else. Other worldly. Miraculous even. As I emerge from what I'm determined will be my last period of professional burnout, I admit I was nearly incapacitated. Searching. Not finding. And nearly broke. Financially I mean. 

And as I emerge with this newfound conduit inside of me, I'm aware of the energy flowing through my mind, body, and soul. 

And, yet, as they say, you gotta pay this bills.

This project came up that was beautiful. It came out of the blue. And it's enjoyable, pays well, and has introduced me to some new, good people.

And I find my energy drawn to and nearly commandeered by the project. If I wasn't so aware of it, I'd say I was obsessed with it. I wake up thinking marketing strategy and go to bed thinking marketing strategy.

My blog? Not a post in days. My book? I haven't even thought about the storyline, indeed the genre, in weeks. That song? I called an old friend to help me arrange a song list, and I've not gotten back to him.

These are choices I've made.

I believe I can do whatever I set my mind to. I believe we all can. I believe we are surrounded by a universe and live in a world that is absolutely teeming with energy. That energy seeks manifestation. That energy seeks manifestation through us. I really believe that to be true. It's what I observe now on a daily basis.

We live in a universe that at its core is creative. Its Purpose is Creation.

I have no idea how the process works from there, but clearly this project has wanted to come to life, and it found me and it paid me off to get itself into this world.

How might I align my creativity with my purpose to allow those things that I, me, Michael, want, need, must somehow make real in this world?

I really don't know. But I know I am a vehicle for manifestation. I know during my brief time on this earth, there are things that can flow through me and become real in this world. So, I continue.

And now...back to the project!