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To Those Holders of the Vision

Friday, November 27th, 2009

If you are to be able to see clearly who you are meant to be and what you’re meant to do in this world, then you need to learn how to hold your vision in spite of the obstacles, doubts, and pitfalls on your path.

Where We Go Wrong

We have this idea that once we have a vision of what we are meant to do, we should be able to take one step, then the next, then proceed directly to the Land of Manifestation. Maybe this is because getting a college degree is fairly clear-cut. You pick a major, you take your courses, you pass your courses, and you get your degree. Period.

Just as I think many of us still think technology should work like a light switch, that is, you turn the switch up, the light goes on; you turn it down the light goes off. It works 99.9% of the time just like that. When our other technology doesn’t work like that, we feel cheated, frustrated, and like gravity is picking on us.

Technology does not work like a light switch. If you’re going to solve a problem on your computer, for example, you have to stay in the game, keep your sense of humor, and be looking for an alternative solution. You need to Take It On!

If you approach technological problems this way, you will be strengthening your brain, protecting yourself from Alzheimer’s, and increasing your immune system. Getting mad every time it doesn’t work out the way you think it should, just keeps you spinning in stuck.

See the Light!

I hope you see what I’m getting at here. We see who we are meant to be in a flash of inspiration, a moment of Deep Truth, a synchronicity — something that compels us to step out of the Known and be willing to see what happens when we jump off the cliff into the Unknown.

For some of us, this is the easiest part of the journey. For others of us, we teeter on the edge of the cliff our entire lives. We want Guarantees. We want To Know. We don’t know anyone else who’s done it this way, and we don’t want to be the Trail Blazers of our lives.

But if you have leapt off that cliff, you may have already learned that there are no parachutes, there is no trail, there are rocks, bird poop, snakes, and beautiful vistas, and surprises, Delights, and the richness of just being alive that makes you grateful every morning to just wake up.

I celebrated Thanksgiving day yesterday with the President of the Bali Institute for Global Renewal at her villa here in Ubud, Bali. At our tables sat people from Sumatra, Bali, the Netherlands, England, Canada, Japan, California, Philadelphia, and three people from Corvallis, Oregon.

The Bali Institute is a dream that is coming alive this week as 30 people from all over the world gather to cross-pollinate and plan an international conference in December of 2010. Save that date.

What Seeing Who You Are Meant to Be Looks Like

Seeing who you are meant to be means letting yourself be led. It means doing things you don’t understand and that sometimes your friends and family don’t understand either. Committing to your authentic expression of your deepest self will enrich you, terrify you, confuse you — but even in your darkest moments, there will be a little glimmer of Something, Something that links you to every other person in the world who has made this journey. You may feel alone sometimes, but you are never alone.

It’s Thanksgiving Day back home for me in the United States, and I guess I’m feeling warm and fuzzy.

Are You Hearing the Call?

If you are resonating with what I’m saying, I’d like you to think about allowing me to support your journey. Contact me at Vicki@outrageousvisions.com and we can set up a time to talk.

May you always be filled with gratitude,

Vicki


How Did I Get to Bali and What Does This Have to Do with You?

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

My mother and my sister both dropped out of high school. I have alcoholism on both sides of my family, and I didn’t even know it was unusual to ride with people who were drunk until I was in my 30s. My graduating from high school, then college, and getting a masters degree is a bit of a miracle.

This is my fourth trip to Bali. How did I ever get myself here, and what does this have to do with you?

Step One: Believe it’s possible.

When I heard that Bali didn’t have a word for art because everything was arts in Bali, I had to believe it was possible. I had to be able to see myself actually being in Bali for this dream to become a reality. Was it okay for me to be the kind of person who gets to go to beautiful, exotic places? Did I have a rule in my head that told me it was not okay for someone like me to do something like this? If so, I needed to be willing to break this rule.

Step Two: Set an intention

After my body resonated so deeply when I heard about art in Bali, I started speaking my intention to visit Bali. I said it out loud. I told large groups of people that one of my goals was to go to Bali. I didn’t know when this would happen, I only knew that it would happen for sure.

Step Three: Be ready to say Yes! when the opportunity arises.

In about July of 2007 I received an invitation to join a dear friend of mine, Jana Stanfield, on a trip she was arranging to go to Malaysia and Bali. I said an immediate Yes! Did I know how I was going to pay for this? No. Did I worry about this? No. Jana is a singer-songwriter/inspirational speaker just as I am, and I knew this was a chance of a lifetime and there was absolutely no way I was going to let this opportunity pass.

Step Four: Repeat steps one through three until you die.

This is my fourth trip to Bali. I am here partly to meet with the President of the Bali Institute for Global Renewal, Marcia Jaffe, and an awesome group of people she has assembled to help plan an international conference in December of 2010.

When I read a list of the names and descriptions of the people who are attending this planning session, I had to chant to myself, “I have something to contribute. I have something to contribute. I have something to contribute.”

I know I have something to contribute. I have my own, unique, authentic self. I have my compassion, my experience, my humor, my insight, and my willingness to step up and do whatever is needed. So there!

So what does this have to do with you? Everything.

Are you interested in learning how to listen deeply to yourself and trust what you hear? Are you interested in building your Courage Muscle, so that you can take advantage of opportunities that present themselves to you? Do you need someone by your side, so to speak, to help you see clearly who you are meant to be? Then contact me today. While I’m in Bali. Right now. Do it. You can e-mail me at Vicki@outrageousvisions.com.

Don’t hesitate. You have nothing to lose. Get off that pot or do what you’re supposed to do while you sit in there.

Blessings,

Vicki

Abundance Bucket

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

Hello all of you people who are not in Bali! I have arrived! I’ve been massaged and scrubbed and soaked in a bath with flower petals! Life is good!

Here is another Play with Possibility Date. This one is with Verena Mostyn, textile artist, who is living in Bali, making the world a better place.
Blessings,
Vicki

I am a Love Magnet and So Are You!

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

I’m in the Taipei airport on my way to Bali for the second time. Internet is free, though the instructions on this blog are in Chinese.

I am blogging from Taiwan! How cool is that?

I just tapped along with Brad Yates with his Love Magnet video. People are walking by and I am tapping all over my face, on my sternum, and under my arm. This is where the Rubber Chicken Meets the Road once again.

I tap, use Emotional Freedom Technique, every day. I brush my teeth every day too. I want to be healthy and I know I need to commit to persistent, consistent action if I am going to keep my dental health, my physical health, and my emotional health.

 

So here I am in this exotic airport tapping as people walk by. Do they think I’m crazy? Who cares? What is it to them? Perhaps someone will come over, get curious about what I’m doing, and want to hire me to come to Taipei and work with people on having an Outrageous Vision so they can see who they are meant to be. Stranger things have happened.

 

I watched “Julie & Julia” on the plane. A bit of crisis, plus passion. (“I love to eat!” says Julia Child.) Put this together with hard work, a few disappointments, meltdowns, crises of confidence, and mix it with love and support And some good luck, and you have a tale of miracles.

 

Your life is a miracle too. I can prove it to you if you give me enough time. I will give you fifteen minutes of playing with possibility, and you can see if you resonate with my funky, somewhat wicked approach to spiritual growth, healing, entrepreneurism, and seizing the day.

 

Contact my business manager, Sandy Parker at sandy@myefficientassistant.com to set up an appointment.

 

Blessings,

 

Vicki

Passport Adventure: Part Two

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

The tale of my Passport Renewal Adventure ended yesterday with me on the plane on the way back to Portland. I’m going to give you the short version of what happened.

I missed the shuttle back to Corvallis by two minutes because I stopped to go to the bathroom. Because I missed the shuttle, I had time to call a friend who recommended I call AAA and see if they could help me. They told me I needed to drive to Seattle to a passport Center if I had any chance of getting my passport renewed in one day.

I called the number AAA gave me, went through many levels of “if you want X, press one if you want Y, press two….” Finally I got a human being on the line, and she told me I needed to make an appointment with the office in Seattle first thing Friday morning. They could renew my passport there that day, if they weren’t too busy. Let me emphasize the “if they weren’t too busy” part.

The appointment making was computerized. They gave me a confirmation number I needed to bring with me if I wanted to get my passport renewed. I tried to type the number in, but I was so tired, typing in numbers is difficult for me, and I was holding my cell phone so I had to do it with one hand, so I couldn’t find exactly where I was on the keyboard, so I kept making mistakes, so I kept hitting the key to repeat the instructions. But it wasn’t just the confirmation code, it was all of the instructions I had them repeat four times.

I called my daughter, remember it’s her birthday, and started to cry. I had a Mommy Meltdown. The roles reversed. “Take a deep breath,” my daughter told me. “We will figure this out.”

I have an appointment at nine at 9 AM in Seattle, I don’t drive, and everyone has a job and can’t take the day off to guide me. I keep calling friends and finally one of my clients a young woman of 25, offers to pick me up at five o’clock in the morning and drive me to Seattle for my nine o’clock appointment.

Here come the miracles:

Because I missed the shuttle by two minutes I was able to arrange getting my passport on Friday, and I didn’t have to go to Corvallis and come back to Portland and pay 85 more dollars for the shuttle.

My client lives 10 minutes away from my daughter.

We got to my appointment in Seattle at exactly 9 o’clock. Exactly 9 o’clock.

The day with my client turns out to be my first day-long Play Date. She begins her trip discouraged and afraid she’s going to sabotage her future. We end the day with her excited, deliriously excited, about her future. Not bad.

My husband drove from Corvallis up to Portland Thursday night, bringing me my Oregon Identification Card, which I thought I might need to get my passport. I didn’t need it to get my passport, so I thought perhaps he had made a trip for nothing. As it turned out, though, in order to go back into the passport office and pick up my passport, I had to have a government issued picture ID. If Murray hadn’t driven up from Corvallis, my passport would still be sitting in the passport office in Seattle and my whole trip would’ve been for nothing.

Because I miss my shuttle back to Corvallis, I got to go with my 31-year-old daughter out to lunch with her friends from work. A rare opportunity to see my daughter with her friends, to witness the life she has created. I had a beer, but nobody else could because they were working. That beer tasted GOOD.

Because my passport turned out to be valid but invalid, I got to spend a lot of time with a young woman who really needed me. I needed her, and she needed me. Our day was magical from start to finish. Everyone we met was helpful, courteous, cheerful, and kind. Even the parking lot attendant helped us out when we came in one half hour late for the early bird special. “We missed the early bird special by just a half half hour!” I said as he walked up to her car. He went through quite a lot of trouble to make sure we got the early bird rate, saving me at least $20. He didn’t have to do that. He got nothing out of it for himself, except the satisfaction of helping people out.But that was what our whole day was like.

The security guards in the federal building were cheerful, friendly, and willing to listen to my sad story. When we left the passport office with my renewed passport, renewed until the year 2019, I made up a little song for them on the spot. We all laughed.

How you do anything is how you do everything. If you are not able to see clearly about what your life is calling you to do, it might be because you are telling yourself a disaster story instead of a miracle story. All day long things happen to us — the car won’t start, the dog throws up on the carpet, there’s an accident on the road and traffic is snarled, your passport is valid but in valid when you were on a trip of a lifetime to Bali. What do you get to do? How are you going to choose?

We choose to cloud our vision and pollute our purpose or we choose to see the miracle in everything. We are like that optimistic child who was given a hill of horse manure for Christmas. He shouts his glee and starts digging in the pile. “Why are you digging in that pile of manure?” His parents ask him. “With this much manure, there must be a pony in there somewhere!” he exclaims and keeps on digging.

Let’s all keep on digging, shall we? Let’s clear our energy field from resentment, disappointment, anger, blaming, feeling like a victim, hopelessness, despair — all that energetic crud that clogs our pipes. This is emotional cholesterol.

Send me your stories. When did you choose a miracle instead of a disaster? If you’re having trouble finding the miracle in the disaster, you might want to take me up on my offer of a free 15 minute Play with Possibility Date. I promise you will be able to shift something. I can almost guarantee I’ll get you to laugh. If you can laugh, you can live.

Blessings,

Vicki

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