What do you do when you have the chance of having a dream come true?
Mind you, I said the chance. That means it hasn’t happened yet. That means you are forced to have the marvelous opportunity to wait in the expectation of this dream coming to fulfillment.
Can you do it? Can you imagine the awesomeness?
Or does your mind take little side trips to the Land of the Losers, that place where everything that could go wrong does.
Cuz you’re a loser like that.
I recently had the tortuous experience the fun-filled adventure of being presented with an amazing potential experience.
Every winter, Centers for Spiritual Living holds an annual convention in a different city. This year, the convention was held in Orlando, Florida.
She said she was considering using our “I Am” rap to open the convention.
How groovy was that? One of our raps would open the convention!! Whoo Hooooooo!!!
Except for one thing.
Penelope didn’t say that one of our raps would open the convention. She said she was considering having one of our raps open the convention.
And that’s when the fun began.
Melissa has been a professional musician all her life. She came out of the womb with microphone in hand, belting out a tune and wowing everyone within earshot.
I, on the other hand, have had a life-long devotion to Hermit status.
Sure, I get out every now and then, but the stage has not been a place I’ve spent much time.
Turns out I’m a rapper. Turns out I’m able to combine my love of writing, music, spiritual practice and spastic interpretive dance into one thing:
MNR (as it’s known on the streets) is a joint effort between Melissa and myself. We love it. It’s one of our absolute favorite things to do.
The prospect of doing one of our raps in Orlando, at the national convention with gobs of groovy people to share it with, was downright amazing. And incredible.
Okay, the idea of doing the rap wasn’t horrible. But the notion of waiting to find out if it was going to happen or not, including the possibility that it might not happen at all, was a tad bit crazy making.
At least for me.
Melissa, the pro that she is, was a bit more nonchalant about it. Not a lot, but definitely more than me. This put me in a precarious position.
As many of you know, I’m an advocate of the notion that consciousness is creative. I believe that our thoughts and beliefs shape our experiences in life.
When it came to doing our rap in Orlando, I needed to bust out some creative consciousness, and fast!
While I was able to do this to some degree – holding the highest and best outcome for the Orlando experience – I soon became aware that I couldn’t do it alone.
My little mind, left to its own devices, kept trying to veer off to Loser Land. I tried to ride on Melissa’s more-nonchalant-than-me coattails, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed to bust out the big guns:
I asked a small group of friends if they would be willing to do what I couldn’t: Hold the possibility of Melissa and I performing our rap in Orlando.
For those of you who are wondering about the specificity of my request, I refer back to a post I wrote a few months ago.
In the post, I talk about 3 different styles of manifestation: Hands On, Hands Off, and Magic Hands.
With the Hands On approach, you visualize parking places and other specific outcomes. You discover the power of using your mind to shape the experiences of your life.
With the Hands Off approach, you realize that while parking places are fine and dandy, if you step back and leave the outcome to the Divine, it will be better than anything you could come up with.
Finally, there’s the Magic Hands approach. This is where you devote yourself so fully to the Divine that sometimes you visualize specific outcomes and sometimes you don’t. It just depends on how you’re guided in a specific situation.
The Orlando Opportunity, as it turned out, was in the Magic Hands category. Melissa and I could totally see ourselves on stage in Orlando, doing the rap. It felt totally right to imagine that outcome.
Except that, in my case, I needed help.
I needed my friends to help me believe in my own dreams.
Once I’d asked my friends to imagine Melissa and me doing the rap in Orlando – and they all enthusiastically said Yes – I immediately felt better. Just like that, I was able to let go of my fretting and fussing and trust that all was well.
Any time I caught my mind veering back into Loser Land, I remembered that it was impossible for me to end up there. My friends had my back.
It was an incredible feeling.
After weeks of waiting, Melissa and I finally got the email that, yes indeed, we would be rapping on the main stage in Orlando.
I was thrilled. It was a dream come true!
But even more thrilling than the opportunity to perform the rap was how incredibly supported I’d felt in the process of getting there.
Yes, the Divine is amazing. Yes, there is a power and presence that’s always available for guidance and support.
But sometimes it’s harder to feel It than other times.
In those times, it’s great to have friends. And books. And videos. There are all kinds of ways to avail ourselves of the help of the Divine.
If one way doesn’t work, we can try another.
And if we can’t do it all by ourselves, we can open up to the reality that we’re never all by ourselves.
Thanks to my friends, and me, and Melissa, and the Divine – which is all of those things – Melissa and I did our rap in Orlando. And, boy howdy, did we have fun! We got to play with an amazing band, including Penelope Williams, Ty Andrews, Nathen Aswell, James Cardarelli, Carol Chaikin, Sauda Fuller, Marianne Lewis, and Erin McGaughan.
Speaking of Divine videos, an official video of the rap from Orlando convention footage will be available soon. In the meantime, click here to check out a video taken by my friend Evan Dow-Williamson.
How do you open up to Divine help? Share your comments below!
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