EFT Tapping

If you haven't heard of EFT, I highly recommend you look it up here. A couple of weeks ago I was getting ready for a trip that I had planned to Austin, Texas for the South By South West music festival. I was very excited to return to one of my favorite cities in the world, but was feeling incredibly anxious and uneasy about my trip. I'm getting good and being able to tell the difference between an intuitive nudge regarding an upcoming event and then just plain ego-based anxiety and this was the latter. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what about my trip was making me so nervous so I decided to be proactive about it and write down all my fears as they came to me, without judgement and without exclusion. I was really surprised the things that came out of me. Everything from being nervous that I would lose the expensive camera my mom was loaning me for the trip to being afraid I would run out of fun outfits to wear (ladies can understand this predicament), to being afraid I may somehow be a victim of violence. My list came out to about 15 worries and fears that I had about my trip. Most of the list I was not even aware were concerns of mine until I started writing.

SO, I decided to put EFT to the test. For those of you who are not aware of EFT, you make such a list and then you rate from 1-10 how true all the statements feel to you (ie. I'm afraid I'm going to run into violence while I'm on my trip). My list rang true to me at an 8. Wow, I was really surprised at myself that I had so many fears about my trip from the menial to the serious. So I began to tap on the statements (again, if you are unfamiliar with eft, do yourself a favor and check out the link) and after my first round I was down to a 6. I did another round and was down to a 4. I, in a matter of minutes, was able to bring my anxiety about my trip from an 8 to a 4. Then, I complied positive statements derived from my fears, so it looked something like this: "My mom's camera is going to be safely returned to her" and "I will have more than enough fun outfits to pick from everyday" and "My body will be safe and divinely protected while on my trip". After I tapped on the positive statements my anxiety was non-existent. Moreover I had not only a sense of calmness and well-being surrounding me but I was able to feel excited about my trip! This was incredible. I knew EFT worked and I had practiced it on general goals like manifesting more money but never for something specific. My results were amazing. I felt good about my trip. I was able to be excited while I packed. I was able to board the plane confident that nothing bad would happen amidst such a wild atmosphere as Austin. I knew right away my trip was blessed because one of the fears I tapped on was that I was going to run out money. I replaced that fear with "I will be provided for on my trip". While on the plane, I ordered two whiskey soda drinks and one of their boxed lunches. I would guess the total for those three items come to around $16. I wouldn't know though, the flight attendant never charged me for anything. She collected payment for everyone around me but never asked me for my debit card. Thank you, Universe! Same thing happened on the flight back as well. Score!
My trip was a total success. I had a great time. I had an inner peace with me through out my trip that kept me feeling good and happy and able to enjoy everything to the fullest. I saw a lot of great shows, a lot of old friends, ate really good food, ran into everyone from P Diddy to Lucinda Williams, enjoyed perfect 85 degree weather and felt the love of The Lone Star State! Thank you, EFT!

Goal: $1,300 in One Week

I had been learning about your divine right to set a goal and (graciously) demand results from The Universe. One day I woke up and decided I would put the theory to the test. I was running very, very low on money but somewhere in my mind decided upon the number of $1300, in one week. I told The Universe I wanted $1300 to show up within one week. I spent maybe a minute in total thinking about it. I wrote down the goal, folded up the piece of paper and went on with my life. The very next day my brother called me up and said that he had $680 in cash that he owed me from work that I had done for him months earlier and that he could drop it off at my convenience (he had just warned me a week before that it would be a while till I could be paid). A little switch went off in my head "I guess The Universe heard me!". I was excited to see what was going to happen within the week. Next my mother handed me my W2 and insisted I take action. I had a whopping $75 waiting for me once I filed. I got online and filled out my information. Turns out I was eligible for this that and the other thing. My new return was now $340. Boom!. Next my other brother called me to say he was in the city and had $50 for me from babysitting that I had done and he could drop it off. This was money I never expected to collect from him, as I was happy to babysit, but he insisted. Bam! Next my aunt called me up and said she had a simple research project she needed help with and was willing to pay me $100 for a couple hours of my time. Shizam! Along with a couple other monetary gains (that honestly, I would list but I can't even remember where they came from) I was darn near my goal. I added up my gains and had (drum roll, please): $1,290. I could not believe it. I stood there, a week earlier, with nothing and here I was with over $1,000. Unbelievable.
Then something "bad" happened. The IRS contacted me to tell me that they were going to take my $340 tax return and apply it toward my student loans. After a couple seconds of "Oh, crap! How is this going to effect my goal!?" I decided to trust that I was provided for and that if I set my goal of $1300, it would be reached and it was not my job to figure out the 'whys' or the 'hows'. I swear to God, the very next day a friend of a friend called and said he had some work for me if I could help him out. At the end of two very easy work days he paid me in cash for the hours I did, a grand total of $320. My tax return total had been replaced almost to the penny. I nodded my head to The Universe, "You amazing, infinite being of ability, You!"

I had to overcome some personal blockages to allow achievement of this seemingly impossible goal. First being, I had to move past the fear of "What if I set a goal and it doesn't come to fruition?"  Of all the time and energy I spend on learning about the Law of Attraction and how to harness the powers that be, what if I set a goal and it doesn't work? I would be disillusioned. I would be unhappy and worse, let down. So going ahead and trying anyway took a bigger leap of faith than believing it was possible did. Second would be completely letting go of the "hows". I had no idea how I was going to get over $1000 in one week.But that is the beauty of it all, it wasn't my job to try and conspire how I would make such money. That's what The Universe is there for! I have a feeling had I tried to figure out how to make $1000 in one week, I would be left with nothing but a sick stomach and a negative attitude. When your end of the bargain is just having a goal and believing, life is pretty sweet!
We're told, and by seemingly reliable sources, to 'work hard', and to give your 'blood, sweat and tears'. The problem is, this advise is usually focused on the wrong side of the equation. I have chosen from here on out to work hard. But I will be working hard on learning everything I can about the powers of The Universe. I will be working hard on letting go of tired notions that we must give everything we have to get menial results. I will be working on others a lot less and on myself a lot more.Stay tuned to see how I do...!

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Welcome to 2011, that'll be $10.

It was a cold, wet and rainy news years eve. While most women my age in San Francisco were getting into their sequence dresses, I was leaving the fast food drive-in, heading home to watch movies and I couldn't be happier about it. I dislike New Years Eve. Let me rephrase that, I dislike going out and doing your "typical" New Years Eve shebangs. This surprises even myself because I love nothing more than dressing up, hitting the town and having a good time. But one year I decided to stay in and watch movies to bring in the new year and have made this my new ritual ever since. I pulled into my mothers driveway, had an extremely large soda in one hand, my bag of hot food under my elbow and the rest of my belongings in the other hand. I got inside and had a good time settling in for the night and enjoying my greasy food and over sized orange soda. What I haven't mentioned up until this point is that I had $40 to my name. Four ten dollar bills to be exact. When I finished my food I grabbed my wallet, just to scan my funds. Thats when I saw something horrible; I was missing one of my ten dollar bills. My immediate reaction was shock. Somewhere in my journey from the city to my brothers house to pick up his dog, to the fast food joint to my mothers house, I had lost 25% of every penny I had. I felt my body getting really hot with rage. How, where, when did I lose that bill?? Was it when I was getting the dog in the car? Was it when I took my wallet out to pay the restaurant? Did they short change me? Now, $10 may not seem like a lot, but at the time I had no job and no idea where my next allotment of money was going to come from, so to lose 1/4 of all my funds out of nowhere was a huge disappointment and promised to put a major damper on my new year celebration; party of one (two if you count the dog).
Then, a wave of enlightenment came over me. I recently learned the concept of trusting and accepting whatever comes your way. Trusting that it is for your greater good, trusting that everything happens for a positive reason, and accepting that you may not be able to see the greater reasoning behind the daily events in your life, especially in events that just suck, like losing a significant chunk of your money to seemingly thin air.
So at that moment, I took a deep breathe, trusted the Universe and said to myself: "I don't know why I just lost that money, but I am going to trust that it was done for a greater good, even if I have no idea why or how and even if it makes me want to feel pissed off and victimized." I have to say, just taking that frame of mind made me feel better. But to be honest, I took that stance for purely selfish reasons. It was New Years Eve and I wasn't about to bring in the new year as a bitter, improvised feeling victim. I accepted the loss and I genuinely moved on.
Fast forward about a month and a half. I was bored. I was suffering from cabin fever in the middle of one of the most vibrant cities in the world. I still had no job, and thus no income. My remaining $30 from New Years Eve was now spent and I was broke beyond broke. But when I get the itch for a night out on the town, it must be scratched and ain't nothing gonna stand in my way. Since I didn't have any friends around that night in the city, I called my trusty friend in Sacramento and asked if she wanted to go out. As certain as the sky is blue, she was down to go out. Now my only two problems were that I had no money and a gas needle just below 1/8 a tank. I wasn't sure how much gas it was going to take me to get an hour north, but I was pretty sure it was gonna take more than 1/8 of a tank. But I didn't care. I had an intention and it was set: I was going out tonight with my friend....90 miles away. I did my hair, I got dressed up, and I headed out. I got to the gas station about 4 blocks from my house and I literally gathered up every penny I had, which came to about $2.57. I gave the change to the gas station attendant and pumped the gas for what took about 10 seconds to put that much (or should I say little) gas in my tank. I started thinking about my 90 mile journey. I started getting a little nervous. I was probably not going to make it, my logical brain started telling me. I might almost make it, but I will more than likely run out of gas on the way there and have to get a tow. Was this worth it for an impulsive desire to cut loose on a Friday night? Eh, onward bound! I shook off the naysayer in my head and opened my car door. When I looked down at the seat of my car, sitting there as if elegantly placed so there was no way I could miss it, was a crisp, clean and spread out ten dollar bill. I could not believe it. It wasn't wrinkled up in the corner, it wasn't sticking out in between my seat cushions, no, it was lying there like someone had placed it there for me to find upon my return. I could not believe it. The $10 bill that I had "lost" but decided to divinely bless and accept that it might have disappeared for the greater good, had now suddenly shown up at the exact moment that I needed it the most. I was able to get myself safely to my friends house and back with that $10 worth of gas. I am certain that without it I would have broke down somewhere along the dark freeway. I then thought about how if I hadn't lost that bill, I surely would have blew it on something like a movie or a burrito or something that would at this present moment be long gone. But it was like my higher self was able to see the future me, the stubborn me, and my trip North. It was as if it  "borrowed" the gas money, put it God knows where til I needed it, and then presented itself when it saw that I was 100% intent on making this trip. Unbelievable.


I learned a couple lessons from this experience: 1. Even if something as sucky as losing 25% of your money to thin air happens, bless it and truly accept that you do not always have the ability to see the bigger picture and the greater reason. Accept that it did happen for a reason, a reason that will benefit you in the long run, if you let it. And. 2. If you have a desire, go for it. Even if you don't see how you're going to get it, or in this case, get there. Just go for it. March forward and trust that the Universe has your back and will provide what is needed. I had no idea how I was going to get 90 miles away but I got in my car anyway. Had I accepted that I was a Limited Being with limited resources and thus could never make it out of town, I have a feeling that $10 bill would be gone forever, maybe. I also have a feeling that if I, back on that new years eve, let myself remain pissed-off and victimized I would not have let myself move forward in such a way that would allow such divine intervention in my life. I would be resonating at a lower vibration, the kind of vibration that finds you stranded on the side of a dark freeway in high heels and curled hair, wondering "why me??". You can pave the path to your better future at any point, no matter where you stand. Even if its home alone on new years with $40, scratch that, $30 to your name.
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