tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79529650633557638642024-03-13T08:32:12.836-07:00My Year of Living Manifest-fullyHow I went from expecting the least in life to asking for the mostJen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-75765539162320050842013-09-04T16:30:00.001-07:002013-09-05T16:44:31.341-07:00Clothing is Rewarding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been forever & a day since I've written in this blog. I'm bogged down still writing my book but now I feel more energy towards setting a goal to finish. And I feel enthusiastic about it - like it'll be fun to write - because I should feel that way; I've got a lot of great stories to share. In the meantime I've been busy doing life cleanup. I've solved some major life issues this year. One of my main focuses has been on my health. I finally found a "diet" (rather I found a true way for me to eat healthfully) that I feel has restored me. I've shed a few pounds & I need new clothes. Since I'm not rolling in cash, I asked my spirit guides for new clothes that will support my new lifestyle and physique & to provide the means so I could get some new outfits. Over the next few days I got an email from my friend that said, "Come Shopping in My Closet". It's not unusual for my friend to give me her hand me downs - she loves to shop & I barely do. What struck me was her saying "come shopping in my closet." I knew this had to be a "universal set up" meaning my guides had worked it so that I would get my new clothes ASAP. As you can see from the above picture, I picked up quite a load from my friend. She was tossing anything that didn't fit her. A few of the tops had tags still on them. I took the items I felt had a good fit. Lucky for me, my friend has good taste & she buys things that I normally wouldn't (like items that have actual sex appeal, LOL) so I truly have a new wardrobe that I do think will support my life direction. I'm happy & I feel great. Yea for manifesting!Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-35558460993153655562011-03-09T16:04:00.000-08:002011-03-09T16:14:12.099-08:00RewardsLast Friday, I spent over two hours filling in boxes on an online application. Such an arduous task deserved a reward, like chocolate or ice cream but I didn't plan ahead and have something in the house. I tweeted about it. The following day, I met up with someone I "knew" only through social media and email communications. We had a great time getting to know one another. We walked near the coast. The day was hot. She asked if I wanted to go for a bit of a further walk and then she offered to treat us to ice cream. Having had the urge for ice cream, and feeling the need of the reward still I gladly accepted. <br /><br />One could say this was coincidence. I say it's manifesting. I had my ask out there, via tweet, which in my book is an ask to the universe. I got my reward - two scoops of delicious ice cream. Plus the universal bonus of bonding with a new friend.Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-76591036973936427962011-02-25T15:24:00.000-08:002011-02-25T15:45:04.413-08:00Have HeartLast Tuesday, I set off to a nearby park to finish my class assignment for my video production class. I had started the week before taking photos while the sky was overcast to capture photos using low light. The next part of what I had to finish was capturing the same images using high light. I realized that I may have set myself up for not being able to finish the assignment that day if I only relied on taking new pictures of the images I took last week. I already had "panic" about not finishing this assignment on time which manifested in a dream I had the previous night (a dream where I waited until classtime to finish and I couldn't). I chided myself for not taking an object, like a penny, which I could move from a sunny spot to a shady one. So I asked the universe to provide me one.<br /><br />I walked through the park searching for my penny (I had found two at the mall last week). This wasn't exactly the easiest place to manifest one but I looked anyway. "Something" made me look off the path and over to the storm drain. (This drain breaks off the sediment that comes down the hill from where houses are and stops it from flowing into the nearby creek). Right in one of the holes that catch sediment I saw a glass leaf shaped like a heart. I couldn't believe my "luck". Actually, I could. I recognized a gift from the universe and said a giant thank you.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPLSEUj-tok/TWg-quivooI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TbXUgTVMiEM/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPLSEUj-tok/TWg-quivooI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TbXUgTVMiEM/s200/IMG_1957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577777042267546242" /></a><br /><br />So off I went with my glass heart, taking pictures in various places. More photo subjects appeared: cooperative ducks, pine cones, rabbits. I had no shortage of images. The hardest part has been selecting which ones to use.<br /><br />There are no shortages of solutions if you just "ask".Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-47422524599743241522010-12-11T14:39:00.000-08:002010-12-11T14:48:56.786-08:00Recent RealizationThe universe can be very funny, especially when I can laugh with it. These past few months have been hard, and I've gone through a couple of large transformations. I realized, though, that I made the transitions much harder on myself because I hadn't asked the universe to help me along. Transitions aren't always fun but I could have asked for more fun while going through them, or at least a more joyfull experience. I was walking down a tree lined street while this thought occured to me. Right as I finished this thought, a tree bough bumped me on the head. Ha, ha, get it, the universe literally bumped me on the head in agreement. And I had to laugh because of this truth. That's why the universe is so funny to me, the truth is there in plain sight all the time. I just have to be willing to look and see things as they really are... and laugh :)Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-890632015866334292010-08-25T17:59:00.001-07:002013-06-19T10:43:56.403-07:00Confirming the GoodI had a dismal experience in the coffee shop on Monday. I didn't put out an ask to the universe in advance to manifest a good spot to work in as I normally would. I left it to the last second. Because of that, though I did get a space to work in, it was far from ideal. I was in a corner, in a bad chair that didn't support my back. I didn't have space to myself. For most of my visit, I had a vociferous mom and boisterous child munching on popcorn next to me. <br />
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Based on Monday's experience, I made sure to specify exactly what I wanted well in advance of my coffee shop visit. I wanted a comfy chair, space to myself, a place to plug in my computer, and most importantly, to be surrounded by people there to work and not chat. I got all that. <br />
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Sometimes having a bad experience helps me to be clearer about what I do want. And I'm very grateful my spirit team created an ideal experience in the coffee shop so that I could get what I needed to done.Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-26138962239973382052010-08-18T16:43:00.000-07:002010-08-18T17:43:09.866-07:00Regaining FaithIt’s been awhile since I’ve blogged about manifesting. Part of it has been because I’ve fallen into a mundane rut and putting out asks to the universe has seemed more of a chore. But I always have to put out asks to the universe (through my spirit team) because I see the results of when I don’t. Things don’t flow as easily. That’s good for me to witness because it reminds me of the power of manifesting.<br /><br />Another reason I’ve stopped is because I’ve felt disgruntled. There are so many changes that the universe has to take care of right now that my once quick delivery has fallen to a crawl. I've felt that my asks haven’t gotten the same result that I’m used to. There are several reasons as to why this is so and far beyond the length of a blog to go into any detail. Feeling like my manifesting results have slowed has cause me to feel disillusioned. I've struggled to keep my faith. More often, I've been feeling pissed. Add to that, I’ve been in a financial crunch. My cash flow has been haphazard at best. For quick cash I’ve been selling my belongings. And in selling these items I haven’t always gotten the price that I’ve wished. Part of that may be that I’ve been settling for the quick sell. But I’m getting ahead of myself.<br /><br />I’ve been lugging around, for 4 moves, a portable easel. I had it in my head that I wanted to do outdoor painting only to find after a few lessons that I really didn’t have the patience for the medium. However, I went for quality when I purchased the easel and oil brushes; and I spent a pretty penny. Having spent so much money I didn’t want to toss the items. I held out for the “one day I might use them…” as to why I kept them. But I hadn’t used them in years. Being money strapped I decided it was time to let go and sell the items.<br /><br />I listed the items on Craigslist for at least half of what I paid. I decided to do that based on their age though the items were barely used. I used the principal that used items, even slightly used ones decreased in value. In the ad I specified that the easel and brushes were of high-quality and that I’d even throw in oils and a palette brush. I thought saying I'd throw in extra items would make the ad more appealing - people like a deal afterall. I got a response in three days. The guy who responded wanted me to meet him in the city. Going into the city means a somewhat expensive bridge toll or a somewhat expensive subway ride. I didn’t have the cash to do it. The guy said he’d pay more for me to travel into the city. I agreed. He then stipulated that he had to have the palette brush and the paints and wanted to know how many I had. I told him I had 4 tubes of paint. All of this irked me because the guy seemed so focused on the paints that he missed the bigger picture of buying a 70 dollar (at least) easel and 70 dollars worth of (at least) oil brushes for $50 bucks. I told my spirit team (if the term "spirit team" seems unfamiliar, please see my earlier blog posts) I really didn’t want to sell to this guy. I wanted to find someone who appreciated the easel and brushes. After I emailed this guy back about the paints, or lack thereof, I didn’t hear from him again.<br /><br />I had it in my head I wanted to sell to an art student because even if I had to lower the price, I felt an art student, not like the earlier jag, could appreciate my things. I listed the items again last week. I pondered on the wording of my first ad and realized that in saying, "I'll even throw in paints and a palette brush," gave the impression that I'd be accomodating to whomever responded; it was no wonder that a demanding person responded. In order to not duplicate that experience in the 2nd ad, I noted that I’d include the palette brush and paints but emphasized that what I was selling was a great value. Within three days I got a response. This time, the person was willing to meet me (rather than me come to him) but he couldn’t do it until the weekend. I agreed and let him know that I’d be willing to meet him halfway. Then rather meet him halfway I ended up agreeing to meet closer to his house. (Again, I put out the accomodating vibe). He told me that he’d let me know the time on Friday as when we’d meeting. I didn’t hear back from him. I waited all Sat., even called him and left a message but I got no response.<br /><br />Now I was pissed. But in the back of my head I had an inkling that my spirit team had found a more appropriate person who fit my ask – one that could truly appreciate my items (and a person I didn't have to cater to). I didn’t check my email for two days. When I did I saw that Sat. evening a woman responded who was willing to pick up my items on Sunday and pay cash. “ARGH,” I railed at myself, why didn’t I check my email sooner. It was already Tuesday and perhaps she, not hearing back from me, already made another purchase. But rather than dwell in doubt, I held onto the principal that if this was indeed the right person for my items that I didn’t miss my opportunity. So I emailed and called the woman. I put out an ask that she respond to me within the hour. She called me back within the hour and we agreed on when we could meet that evening.<br /><br />I think I mentioned a few times already I’m financially strapped and I’d been counting on the money from this sale for groceries, toothpaste and GAS. With her house located in the hills I pressed my luck to reach her on an almost empty gas tank. I got halfway and saw the flashing empty tank sign and had to accept that I couldn’t make it all the way up the hill. I had to turn around and take care of myself by heading down the hill to the nearest gas station to try to fill up the gas tank on the little I had. The little I had didn’t turn off the “empty” sign. I felt embarrassed because running out of gas, to me, made me a flake and what would this woman think of me?? I put my thoughts in check, put out an ask that she wouldn't think ill of me and called her to explain the situation. I asked her if she want to reschedule. Inwardly I hoped she'd be willing to come to the station. I don't recall if I actually asked her to come down but she offered to do it and I accepted, gratefully. I should note that when I originally called her, she was ready just to pay cash based on the photos and I said the items were high-quality. But I wanted her to look over the items first to make sure they were what she really wanted. “That’s only fair,” I said. She appreciated that. I don’t know if my act of fairness added into her willingness to meet me but it probably didn’t hurt either.<br /><br />As I waited by my car, a raven flew into the tree near me. My spirit team often sends me ravens as a sign. If that wasn’t enough, I spotted three pennies on the ground. Finding money, as you probably know, is often a sign of money to come. The woman and the boyfriend pulled in. I showed them the easel and how it worked. The woman very much liked it. Then I gave her the paintbrushes. She could barely believe I used them they were in such great condition. "You really took care of them," she said. Then I gave her the paints and the palette brush. With the way her hands took in the items, I felt like Santa Claus bestowing a great gift. She paid me the cash and thanked me for following up with her and selling her the items. I told her, “No, really, thank you. You’ve been a dream." More like an answer to my ask.<br /><br />I filled up my gas tank and whisked away to the store to buy toothpaste feeling elated. Sure, I had had to wait a bit for my spirit team to find the right person but the right person was worth the wait. And reminded me that we don’t always know what’s going on behind the curtain. This is when faith becomes so important. I had to remind myself that the first two respondents were false starts and when the right situation did come along, things are easy breezy – just like I was used to. :) I should also add that the universe gave me an opportuniy in a forcefull way to not bendover backwards to sell the items. I didn't have the gas to go up the hill but my caretaker nature (which I'm trying to reform) insisted I do it. Forced to accept I couldn't go to the person and that the person would have to come to me to get the items taught me a great lesson. The right person who valued the items would be willing to come to me. I didn't have to bend over backwards. She saw their value, and appreciated them. Just like I asked. And I felt my faith restored.Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-3572717868779082772009-07-21T16:33:00.001-07:002009-07-21T17:46:19.943-07:00Learning From Fantasy IslandSince I've been actively manifesting, I've been viewing things differently. Seeing beyond what may seem the obvious. Trying to decipher events and why they occur. And seeing Universal messages, even in TV shows from the 70's. You may laugh but I now view Fantasy Island as a 'deep' show - if you can get beyond some of the acting.<br /><br />In watching reruns of Fantasy Island, I find them to be a remarkable insight into manifesting. First off, you have this Rourke character, dressed in white, able to make any fantasy imaginable possible. How is he not representative of a spirit guide, I ask you!<br /><br />And now to the fantasies.... The stories may run with the old adage in mind, “Be careful what you wish for,” because the guests' fantasy requests don't always "manifest" as they thought they would. Is it some devilsh plan on Mr. Rourke's part to teach someone a lesson? Or does it speak to the greater complications of manifesting when your ask involves more than one person. These are the questions I now ask when watching the show.<br /><br />One Fantasy Island “guest” asked to be treated like a king. What does that phrase,"treated like a king" mean exactly? Is that to be taken literally or figuratively? His fantasy manifested into the literal. He actually was made king and with it carried the good and the bad of that role. People bowed to him but they also plotted against him. He had to adapt to the role he asked for. In the end he succeeded but it wasn’t the fantasy he expected. He became king of a real nation because the former king was killed and the queen’s fantasy was to find a lookalike who could fill that role. Many stories have that complication - one fantasy gets entwined with another and a compromise or resolution is reached to better both lives at the end.<br /><br />What does what happened to a character on Fantasy Island have to do with the reality of manifesting? I’ve noticed that my expectations of what I’ve asked for don’t necessarily manifest exactly the way I thought it would. Why? Because I’m not the only one who’s making a request. There are countless others with their own asks, desires and needs. Beyond the veil of this world is a whole network of our spirit guides negotiating our asks for us to work with everyone else’s. Everyone has their own Mr. Rourke. It’s a symphony of negotiations by the Universe that make our manifestations work. So when an ask doesn’t necessarily work out as I thought it should, I ask myself, how did I ask? Was I specific enough? Or was it too specific and didn’t work in concert with a specific place and time?<br /><br />Another thing I've noted is that when fantasies on Fantasy Island go awry, it's because the person asking doesn't exactly know what they are looking for. They think they know but it seems Mr. Rourke knows better. The guest may be looking to win a beauty contest but truly, she or he is looking for validation from her or his father. There are Universal truths lurking underneath the surface of this sometimes campy show. And that is, knowing what we truly want stems from looking at what we want the result to truly bring us. To say it another way, we may ask to be rich but is it about money or is it freedom or respect that we are really seeking? It may take a series of false starts to know what we really want. It doesn't hurt to ask. We don't now until we try - and try and try again. (I'm just full of adages today!)Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-68835092190624022002009-03-04T15:06:00.000-08:002009-03-26T12:44:00.836-07:00A Taste of What's to ComeWhy I <strong><u>manifest </u></strong>day by day<br /><br />Sometimes I like to skip ahead, in my fervent excitement to share. However, it occured to me, that this little tidbit might spur anyone to read further who may not as of yet experienced the small miracles of manifesting. I have a group of friends that I talk about my manifestations with all the time. And I group of friends I don't. They aren't open to the idea. And then there are the ones in between. They kind of get what I'm saying but for whatever reason, haven't invested completely in what I've been saying. Yet, more than one has benefited from one of my Asks - whether than realize it or not. It's at that point I practice what I call my Cheshire cat smile whenever I hear from one of them say, I can't believe that just happened....<br /><br />Like, for example, a friend was to visit me at my mom’s place. She can, at times, get turned around. So I put out an Ask that she find my mother’s place perfectly. I had typed out directions to her in an email. I gave her a few markers and then realized that they weren’t exactly accurate. I hoped my directions didn’t confuse her as I waited for her to arrive. When I had a feeling she had arrived, there she was at the door, knocking. “Hello!”, I said cheerfully. “So glad I made it,” she said, breathlessly. And added, “I left the directions you gave me on my kitchen counter. It’s a miracle I got here.” I smiled my secretive smile. “No,” I said in my head, “That’s manifesting!” She got to my mom's place perfectly, as I had asked, and even left my inferior directions behind to help her do so.<br /><br />But I'm getting ahead of myself. I had to learn how to ask the right asks, a process that's still evolving...Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-21575939622596430512009-02-22T12:39:00.000-08:002009-03-26T12:42:35.766-07:00Cont. From last post - off to the job- here's where I've been <strong><u>manifesting</u></strong> without even knowing it....<br /><br />The first part of the job took me to Mississippi. At the Burbank airport I encountered my second “challenge.” The airline had overbooked. Once the plane landed in Mississippi, I was to connect with another person on the show, get the rental car reserved for us, and head to the hotel. I had to make the flight. Rather than float to my normal negative thoughts such as, “of course the airline overbooked, they always do that now I’m never going to get on this flight”, I repeated in my head, “I will get on this flight.” I kept this going and going despite the chaos around me of the other passengers twittering with worry. I noticed one prospective passenger threatening the attendant at the ticket counter. “He’s not going to get anywhere with that attitude”, I thought. A group of us were called as standbys. The man from the ticket countered approach us. He didn’t get on the standby list but he wanted to be. Or rather, felt entitled to be. He HAD to make his connecting international flight. The airline screwed up. He didn’t ask any of us if our flights were a priority. I may have fallen for his case and thought, well, can I put myself aside if he really needs to be somewhere...” But I was being paid to be somewhere. Another co-worker counted on me being there. In my mind, my trip was equally important. “So no, absolutely not,” I stated in my head was I going to trade places with this guy. Especially as he became more belligerent and demanding when none else caved into him either. Then I heard an announcement that another flight had opened up. I rushed over to get to the ticket counter, following the herd, worrying that I may have gotten there too late. My worried was needless. I had gotten on my originally scheduled flight and rushed back to board just in time. Truly, there was something to this positive thinking.<br /><br />I can’t say for certain I know exactly why the belligerent man didn’t get on the flight. Did he hold a belief that the airlines always screw up and therefore, he created a situation where the airline would screw up? Or was it karma paid back to him? I’m getting ahead of myself. These kinds of insights into asks would come later. I was just overjoyed back then that having thought that I would get on the flight, no question, had paid off.Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-41355624452038522012009-02-22T12:13:00.000-08:002009-03-23T12:26:09.774-07:00Continuing from last postOne of my main struggles in Reality TV was my low salary. I thought I deserved more than what I was getting but some of my fears about my abilities led to me taking less than what I really wanted. That changed. After having a meltdown on my last job, partly because I was paid far less then some of the other story producers with equal or even less responsibilities I had had enough. During the show’s production, I had asked for more money from the producers to which they agreed because they saw that I added value to the show; however the raise didn’t materialize. I didn’t quit over it, although I became increasingly disgruntled, because I had the mentality that it was near the holidays and no one would be hiring. I, at least, had a job. And since the raise didn’t materialize, I felt entitled to cruise on the internet during the day and add things to my Amazon wish list. Meanwhile, another story producer who envied my position with the executive producer angled into my place. That really ticked me off so I decided that I would never work for that producer again.<br /><br />And that’s what happened. When he hired for his next show, I wasn’t called. I felt terrible. I had fallen out of favor, so I thought, even though I had already said I didn’t want to work for him. Still, not being called meant someone in the business didn’t want to hire me and that’s a very fearful position to be in, in Hollywood. But if I had gotten the call, perhaps I would have accepted out of fear that another job wouldn’t come along. But one did – an even better one for a bigger and better show. A producer friend from the last show, who respected and trusted my work had recommended me. And my interview with the executive producer could not have gone better. I knew I had the job as soon as I walked out the door. What wasn’t finalized was the salary.<br /><br />Salary equals self-worth and if I truly valued the work I did, I needed to ask for the salary I thought I deserved. I’d be working for an entire month without necessarily a day off. I would need to leave in 3 days time. I knew from another friend who had worked on the show previously the minimum story producer’s salary. I wanted more and for me, this was a test to see if I could get exactly what I wanted. From coaching with another friend, I worked out exactly what I would say to counter if I was offered the least amount for the story producer position. The line producer called, gave me the minimum salary and I with all the assurance in the world said what I wanted and why. He replied, “I can do that”. Done. Wow. Finally. Now all I had to do was getting everything together in 3 days to leave.Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-81968599359927482352009-01-27T16:47:00.000-08:002009-03-26T12:41:53.337-07:00Continuing from last postContinuing the story<br /><br />I haven’t yet finished reading The Path to Empowerment. I went to the pages I absolutely needed to at the time. The book described that negative thoughts create negative experiences whereas positive thoughts create positive experiences. It seems so self-evident although so often positive people are seen as airy-fairy and childlike, whereas cynical, negative thinking people seem to be more mature, and sophisticated. Little do the latter know they are building their own prison rather than a playground.<br /><br />I knew at some level about events I created. At the first company I worked for in reality TV, I didn’t feel like I mattered much. I had wanted a job where I had responsibility and I needed to be there and counted on. I ended up on a fast and furious show where I worked obscene hours. A co-worker commiserated with me but I all I could respond with was, “well I got what I asked for.” I certainly did. I took a job where I had to be there. I had to be counted on. The real question that I didn’t ask myself was, why did I need to make things so hard?Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-57580007623254332752009-01-19T16:34:00.000-08:002009-03-23T12:23:58.024-07:00Start from Where You KnowDecember 2006, I hit a wall. A hard wall. I spent so much time working up the ladder in Reality TV, I didn’t think about what would happen when I got to where I thought I wanted to be. Finally I was a story producer. I had more responsibility but I wasn’t in charge. I spent hours satisfying the bigwigs at the upper level. Did I want to reach that upper echelon where I called all the shots or was that delusional? Afterall, the executive producers still had to answer to the networks. And weren’t we all slaves to the ratings? Did I even want to stay in Reality TV? Not knowing where I wanted to go, tired, and stressed to breaking, I let everything drop. Another story producer wrangled into my position. I felt betrayed by my boss, deflated and defeated. That’s what happens when you bounce off a wall, you fall to the ground. But there’s always one part of me that doesn’t let go entirely, and it’s that part of me that starting adding books to my Amazon wishlist like, Secrets of Millionaire Woman and How to Pitch Like a Girl. I wanted power back in my life and I was searching for ways to get it.<br /><br />I’m always open to spiritual adventures but at that point, I was desperate. I didn’t see the point of anything. I wanted control back in my life. I had given too much away – sacrificed too much of myself and my integrity for my so-called career. I got a massage at one of my favorite places in Pasadena. My massage therapist told me about a shaman that built an energy shield for her. She said he literally built a shield where she could feel her spine being supported. Having a spine, I thought, was what I needed.<br /><br />What I got from Vinny, the Shaman, was an intense energy clearing. He relayed some information, not all of which I felt was one hundred percent, but most importantly out of it, he told me about my spirit guides. He also recommended a book called The Path to Empowerment. Empowerment was what I needed. Knowing that I was tired and befuddled, Vinney’s parting words to me were these, “You have so much to offer.” I shrugged my tired shoulders and thought, “Yes, but what is it that I want to offer?” That question was the first step I took in figuring out what I truly wanted to do with my life.<br /><br />Following Vinny’s suggestion, I got Path to Empowerment. The Path to Empowerment it turns out is to know we are in charge and we create everything in our lives. We need to watch our thoughts because with them, we create our reality. I just had my first lesson in manifesting.Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952965063355763864.post-33631334148258392622009-01-14T13:54:00.000-08:002009-03-26T12:12:15.930-07:00Why a manifesting blogHere's why I'm doing a <strong><u>manifesting blog</u></strong><br /><br />In June of 2007, I took my first step to proactively living. I learned to manifest, in a very active way, the things I wanted in my life. Because the change in my life effected me so profoundly, I wanted to share each step. For now, the blog format seems the most palatable but I feel this project will turn into a book at some point. And I would love for anyone who happens upon this blog to share their own success stories.<br /><br />As unique as each human being is, the Universe responds in kind by delivering to what is most appropriate for us. To say it another way, there isn't a one piece fits all answer for a specific ask. So what I ask and receive won't necessarily be the same time-frame and deliverance as someone else. However, for me, it's always inspiring to hear how the Universe has delivered an ask for someone. It shows the endless possibilities that truly exist. And I hope this blog inspires everyone to ask for what we want.Jen Pearlmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06573656072560197183noreply@blogger.com0