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There is no greater peace than to relinquish
the transcripts of our lives; The roles and responsibilities we have inherited and so carefully nurtured. Leaving a channel for Divine truth to whisper secrets of freedom. When pure presence penetrates reason, and narrates from the unsaid, Masks melt and we are vulnerable to each moment’s miracle, Granting wings to all that wants to take flight. Sophia |
CHAPTER TITLES
INTRODUCTION...A TALE OF TWO REALITIES
EXPERIMENT #1: SHOULD I CHANGE MY LIFE BASED ON SIGNS FROM THE UNIVERSE?
EXPERIMENT #2: CAN THE UNIVERSE SHOW ME POSSIBILITIES FOR MY LIFE BEYOND WHAT I KNOW?
EXPERIMENT #3: CAN THE UNIVERSE HEAL UNSPEAKABLE WOUNDS?
EXPERIMENT #4 SHOULD I RISK MY LIFE FOR A SIGN?
EXPERIMENT #5 CAN I PROGRAM THE FUTURE WITH MY HEART’S DESIRES?
EXPERIMENT #6 CAN SOMEONE FEEL MY ENERGY IF I SEND IT TO THEM?
EXPERIMENT #7 CAN THE UNIVERSE ASSURE YOU YOU’RE NOT CRAZY?
EXPERIMENT #8 WHY CAN I CREATE THE FUTURE SOMETIMES AND NOT OTHERS?
EXPERIMENT #9 WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE SOMETIMES GIVE THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANT?
EXPERIMENT #10 CAN MY ACTIONS AS A WOMAN HEAL MY WOUNDS AS A CHILD?
EXPERIMENT #11: ONCE PEOPLE ARE CONNECTED, ARE THEY ALWAYS CONNECTED?
EXPERIMENT #12: CAN I RELY ON INTUITION ALONE TO BE THE TOP PERFORMER AT MY JOB?
EXPERIMENT #13: CAN I HEAL MY OWN BODY?
EXPERIMENT #14 CAN THE UNIVERSE SHOW ME MY HIGHER PURPOSE?
EXPERIMENT #15 SHOULD I TRUST A PSYCHIC?
EXPERIMENT #16 CAN THE FUTURE SEND VALUABLE INFORMATION TO MY DREAMS?
EXPERIMENT #17 CAN YOU ASK THE UNIVERSE FOR EASE AND GET IT?
EXPERIMENT #18 ARE PAST LIVES REAL?
EXPERIMENT #19 WHAT MAGIC IS POSSIBLE WHEN YOU’RE RECEPTIVE TO ENERGY?
EXPERIMENT #20 CAN WE SEE REAL THINGS IN OUR MIND FROM A DISTANCE?
EXPERIMENT #21 DO WE DESIGN OUR LIVES BEFORE WE’RE BORN?
EXPERIMENT #22 DO WE HAVE GUARDIAN ANGELS?
EXPERIMENT #23 CAN ANYONE READING THIS BOOK EXPERIENCE MAGIC TOO?
EXPERIMENT #1: SHOULD I CHANGE MY LIFE BASED ON SIGNS FROM THE UNIVERSE?
EXPERIMENT #2: CAN THE UNIVERSE SHOW ME POSSIBILITIES FOR MY LIFE BEYOND WHAT I KNOW?
EXPERIMENT #3: CAN THE UNIVERSE HEAL UNSPEAKABLE WOUNDS?
EXPERIMENT #4 SHOULD I RISK MY LIFE FOR A SIGN?
EXPERIMENT #5 CAN I PROGRAM THE FUTURE WITH MY HEART’S DESIRES?
EXPERIMENT #6 CAN SOMEONE FEEL MY ENERGY IF I SEND IT TO THEM?
EXPERIMENT #7 CAN THE UNIVERSE ASSURE YOU YOU’RE NOT CRAZY?
EXPERIMENT #8 WHY CAN I CREATE THE FUTURE SOMETIMES AND NOT OTHERS?
EXPERIMENT #9 WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE SOMETIMES GIVE THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANT?
EXPERIMENT #10 CAN MY ACTIONS AS A WOMAN HEAL MY WOUNDS AS A CHILD?
EXPERIMENT #11: ONCE PEOPLE ARE CONNECTED, ARE THEY ALWAYS CONNECTED?
EXPERIMENT #12: CAN I RELY ON INTUITION ALONE TO BE THE TOP PERFORMER AT MY JOB?
EXPERIMENT #13: CAN I HEAL MY OWN BODY?
EXPERIMENT #14 CAN THE UNIVERSE SHOW ME MY HIGHER PURPOSE?
EXPERIMENT #15 SHOULD I TRUST A PSYCHIC?
EXPERIMENT #16 CAN THE FUTURE SEND VALUABLE INFORMATION TO MY DREAMS?
EXPERIMENT #17 CAN YOU ASK THE UNIVERSE FOR EASE AND GET IT?
EXPERIMENT #18 ARE PAST LIVES REAL?
EXPERIMENT #19 WHAT MAGIC IS POSSIBLE WHEN YOU’RE RECEPTIVE TO ENERGY?
EXPERIMENT #20 CAN WE SEE REAL THINGS IN OUR MIND FROM A DISTANCE?
EXPERIMENT #21 DO WE DESIGN OUR LIVES BEFORE WE’RE BORN?
EXPERIMENT #22 DO WE HAVE GUARDIAN ANGELS?
EXPERIMENT #23 CAN ANYONE READING THIS BOOK EXPERIENCE MAGIC TOO?
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"I loved being on the motorcycle even more than I thought I would..."Over the years I had enjoyed short rides here and there, but they were nothing like riding for hours every day in the wild open nature of Costa Rica. I never could have dreamed of the best part: listening on shared headphones to all the latest and best music. I had a discman, which would have skipped endlessly on the potholed roads leaving us musicless for hours every day, a reality I could barely fathom. I was astounded to learn Matt had over a thousand songs on a new device, an iPod, he simply kept in his pocket. The astounding timing of this new technology allowed Manu Chao, Air, Nora Jones, Sigur Ros, Morcheeba, and Coldplay to be the emotive score to our surreal adventure.
Hours on winding ribbons of road through raw nature bathed my soul in beauty until I felt like the heroine in an epic tale of truth and bravery. I reveled in no longer feeling like a hopeless victim. There was hope and I was acting on it; that's all I needed for now. So I let my mind stop working and instead melted into watching the clouds move across the low mountains that were everywhere. |
Where I came from in Ontario there were no mountains. Now the rolling backdrop of the vast, vertical landscape provided an endless canvas for the creative expressions of the sky. I couldn’t get enough. For hours I soaked up the dance of light and shadow painted by the clouds on the mountains.
Eventually we stopped in a small market to find the makings of a picnic. As we strolled the aisles, Matt said that he was happy with how often he saw his number. My interest piqued, I asked what his number was. He casually answered, “309.” Surprised, I asked why such an obscure number and he said he saw it everywhere. Just then we rounded a corner and he waved his arm at a display. My jaw dropped as I saw that every product in sight was marked with $3.09. I was wowed.
I quickly learned that Matt lived life more magically than I could have imagined. I soaked it up by osmosis because for him, it was just normal life. He did everything by different rules and I was amazed that they worked every time.
As the sun sunk lower in the sky, Matt pulled off the highway into a small town as if he had a destination in mind.
"Is this where we're staying?" I asked.
"I have a feeling this is good because the car in front of us had 309 on its license plate and it pulled off here."
Could it really work that way? I wondered. Before I could say anything, Matt shared more.
"And when I thought about not turning, it felt off. When I thought about following the car it felt expansive, it felt right. But that's all I've got in terms of where to go from here. But I bet you can get us where we want to go."
How could that possibly be true, I wondered again. Before I could say anything, he continued: "How do you want to feel tonight?"
"Cozy, safe, restful, quiet," I answered.
"Ok, hold that feeling and imagine waking up with me in the morning, sharing how grateful we are that we experienced just that. Got it?"
I did just as he said and then nodded.
"Ok, hold onto that, look both ways down the street and without hesitation, just say which way to go," he instructed. I started to furrow my brow but Matt firmly insisted, "Quickly, do it now." So I did. Looking left I instantly felt constricted. Looking right I felt expansive.
"Right. We're supposed to go right," I said.
Matt nodded and as he started up the bike again he added, "Keep holding that feeling and tell me which way to go at each intersection by tapping on my left or right leg." Wow, could it really work like this? I had no choice and the stakes were low. This was a worthy experiment.
Ok, I thought, let's do this.
At every intersection one way felt definitely more expansive and Matt followed my tap on his leg as if I was giving him direction from a map. I was in awe of this new navigation system. Finally we saw warm light pouring out of a small hut and behind it were many cute casitas. Matt pulled over confidently. As we walked in, a short woman with an apron greeted Matt in Spanish. After a few words were exchanged we were led to one of the casitas and handed the key. With terracotta floors, a little fireplace in the corner, and a bright yellow wall behind the sturdy wood headboard, I felt just as I had hoped... cozy, safe, restful, and quiet. It had worked!
After we settled in, Matt told me need to wake up early to get in the right number of driving hours, so that we didn’t get stuck between towns with nowhere to stay. We certainly didn't have the luxury of a clock to help us wake and I wasn't thrilled about the idea of getting up to an alarm anyways. I told Matt as much and he laughed.
"It doesn't have to be like that," he confirmed. “Just feel yourself waking at 8 a.m., rested and blissful and ready to start the day."
8 a.m.! Ugh, I was a 10 a.m. sleeper at least. If this worked it really would be a miracle! There was only one way to find out. I set my doubts aside and did exactly as Matt had instructed.
The next morning I woke feeling more alive and vibrant than I could remember in a long time. Matt had gotten up from the couch and already pulled back the curtain, revealing the sunshine. He looked at the height of the sun and happily declared: "Looks like exactly eight o'clock!"
The front desk confirmed it. And I did feel rested and blissful. All I could do was shake my head in amazement. If that was possible, what else? Thankfully we had hours ahead on the motorcycle because I had an entire worldview to dump out behind me as we drove deeper into this new world where planned miracles actually worked. Could I just accept this new reality beyond all I had known before? Learn your lessons quickly and move on, I remembered. There was only one way to find out. Live into it as though I could.
Over the next few days I kept practicing what I came to call "future programming." I would embody how I would feel after we found the perfect place for us to stay and we would easily find it. We would need to cook so I would feel us happily working away in a kitchen; later that day we were offered a kitchen to use.
Matt thought I needed leather boots that covered my ankles for the bike so I imagined us coming across them, and of course we did. Interestingly, we only felt expansiveness around the style that had one pair left, which happened to be a size too big for me. Matt said to get them and this time I couldn’t help it. I had to ask why.
“We both felt expansive around the big ones,” he said Matt-er of factly. “One day we’ll know why.”
My rational mind said that you should buy the boots that fit you. Period. My scientist self said buy them and play out the experiment. My adventurer self said who cares, just get on the bike and keep having fun! That was two votes to one. With a laugh I bought the big boots.
Over the days I felt us having delicious dessert, finding quiet places to rest, discovering pretty places in nature to do yoga, all sorts of things. As each future program came to be, my heart leapt with joy. This was magic! Real life magic! Nothing else on earth made me feel this way, absolutely nothing. I had to admit, I felt amazing! Could I keep feeling this good? I had gotten here before with soccer and my life in Toronto, and then lost it all. Soon I would run out of my antidepressants since I hadn’t planned on being away for more than ten days. I grew more nervous wondering how was I going to function without them. Finally I told Matt and he smiled and said, "you don't need them." Was that possible?
Over the first few days without taking them, I monitored the situation closely. Here I was springing out of bed in the morning, more spry than ever, never feeling sad or down. The days kept passing and no crash came. I couldn't have been more grateful. Being free of needing antidepressants felt wonderful. I realized it had been weeks since I drank, smoked weed, or taken ecstasy. Now all the highs came from nature, the open road, and how Matt was teaching me to create gifts of exactly what we needed from thin air! Now my existence was not at all shaped by antidepressants or partying. I was having these good feelings all on my own! I had no idea that was even possible.
Wow, I could never have imagined the gifts of this trip. I remembered what I had learned from my very first experiment: that signs lead to things that are 1) fulfilling in ways I didn't even know I needed, 2) beyond what I could have come up with on my own, and 3) only made possible by having followed the signs. Yet could I still call future programming an experiment? Had it proved itself to be a repeatable, reliable skill? There had to be a way of testing its limits.
Eventually we stopped in a small market to find the makings of a picnic. As we strolled the aisles, Matt said that he was happy with how often he saw his number. My interest piqued, I asked what his number was. He casually answered, “309.” Surprised, I asked why such an obscure number and he said he saw it everywhere. Just then we rounded a corner and he waved his arm at a display. My jaw dropped as I saw that every product in sight was marked with $3.09. I was wowed.
I quickly learned that Matt lived life more magically than I could have imagined. I soaked it up by osmosis because for him, it was just normal life. He did everything by different rules and I was amazed that they worked every time.
As the sun sunk lower in the sky, Matt pulled off the highway into a small town as if he had a destination in mind.
"Is this where we're staying?" I asked.
"I have a feeling this is good because the car in front of us had 309 on its license plate and it pulled off here."
Could it really work that way? I wondered. Before I could say anything, Matt shared more.
"And when I thought about not turning, it felt off. When I thought about following the car it felt expansive, it felt right. But that's all I've got in terms of where to go from here. But I bet you can get us where we want to go."
How could that possibly be true, I wondered again. Before I could say anything, he continued: "How do you want to feel tonight?"
"Cozy, safe, restful, quiet," I answered.
"Ok, hold that feeling and imagine waking up with me in the morning, sharing how grateful we are that we experienced just that. Got it?"
I did just as he said and then nodded.
"Ok, hold onto that, look both ways down the street and without hesitation, just say which way to go," he instructed. I started to furrow my brow but Matt firmly insisted, "Quickly, do it now." So I did. Looking left I instantly felt constricted. Looking right I felt expansive.
"Right. We're supposed to go right," I said.
Matt nodded and as he started up the bike again he added, "Keep holding that feeling and tell me which way to go at each intersection by tapping on my left or right leg." Wow, could it really work like this? I had no choice and the stakes were low. This was a worthy experiment.
Ok, I thought, let's do this.
At every intersection one way felt definitely more expansive and Matt followed my tap on his leg as if I was giving him direction from a map. I was in awe of this new navigation system. Finally we saw warm light pouring out of a small hut and behind it were many cute casitas. Matt pulled over confidently. As we walked in, a short woman with an apron greeted Matt in Spanish. After a few words were exchanged we were led to one of the casitas and handed the key. With terracotta floors, a little fireplace in the corner, and a bright yellow wall behind the sturdy wood headboard, I felt just as I had hoped... cozy, safe, restful, and quiet. It had worked!
After we settled in, Matt told me need to wake up early to get in the right number of driving hours, so that we didn’t get stuck between towns with nowhere to stay. We certainly didn't have the luxury of a clock to help us wake and I wasn't thrilled about the idea of getting up to an alarm anyways. I told Matt as much and he laughed.
"It doesn't have to be like that," he confirmed. “Just feel yourself waking at 8 a.m., rested and blissful and ready to start the day."
8 a.m.! Ugh, I was a 10 a.m. sleeper at least. If this worked it really would be a miracle! There was only one way to find out. I set my doubts aside and did exactly as Matt had instructed.
The next morning I woke feeling more alive and vibrant than I could remember in a long time. Matt had gotten up from the couch and already pulled back the curtain, revealing the sunshine. He looked at the height of the sun and happily declared: "Looks like exactly eight o'clock!"
The front desk confirmed it. And I did feel rested and blissful. All I could do was shake my head in amazement. If that was possible, what else? Thankfully we had hours ahead on the motorcycle because I had an entire worldview to dump out behind me as we drove deeper into this new world where planned miracles actually worked. Could I just accept this new reality beyond all I had known before? Learn your lessons quickly and move on, I remembered. There was only one way to find out. Live into it as though I could.
Over the next few days I kept practicing what I came to call "future programming." I would embody how I would feel after we found the perfect place for us to stay and we would easily find it. We would need to cook so I would feel us happily working away in a kitchen; later that day we were offered a kitchen to use.
Matt thought I needed leather boots that covered my ankles for the bike so I imagined us coming across them, and of course we did. Interestingly, we only felt expansiveness around the style that had one pair left, which happened to be a size too big for me. Matt said to get them and this time I couldn’t help it. I had to ask why.
“We both felt expansive around the big ones,” he said Matt-er of factly. “One day we’ll know why.”
My rational mind said that you should buy the boots that fit you. Period. My scientist self said buy them and play out the experiment. My adventurer self said who cares, just get on the bike and keep having fun! That was two votes to one. With a laugh I bought the big boots.
Over the days I felt us having delicious dessert, finding quiet places to rest, discovering pretty places in nature to do yoga, all sorts of things. As each future program came to be, my heart leapt with joy. This was magic! Real life magic! Nothing else on earth made me feel this way, absolutely nothing. I had to admit, I felt amazing! Could I keep feeling this good? I had gotten here before with soccer and my life in Toronto, and then lost it all. Soon I would run out of my antidepressants since I hadn’t planned on being away for more than ten days. I grew more nervous wondering how was I going to function without them. Finally I told Matt and he smiled and said, "you don't need them." Was that possible?
Over the first few days without taking them, I monitored the situation closely. Here I was springing out of bed in the morning, more spry than ever, never feeling sad or down. The days kept passing and no crash came. I couldn't have been more grateful. Being free of needing antidepressants felt wonderful. I realized it had been weeks since I drank, smoked weed, or taken ecstasy. Now all the highs came from nature, the open road, and how Matt was teaching me to create gifts of exactly what we needed from thin air! Now my existence was not at all shaped by antidepressants or partying. I was having these good feelings all on my own! I had no idea that was even possible.
Wow, I could never have imagined the gifts of this trip. I remembered what I had learned from my very first experiment: that signs lead to things that are 1) fulfilling in ways I didn't even know I needed, 2) beyond what I could have come up with on my own, and 3) only made possible by having followed the signs. Yet could I still call future programming an experiment? Had it proved itself to be a repeatable, reliable skill? There had to be a way of testing its limits.