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10 Things Your Authentic Self Wants to Tell You: Forget Your Shoulds! Part 6 of 10 Series

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How many times have we shaken our fingers at ourselves about something we should have done, should be doing, or should do soon?  We are often “shoulding” ourselves about something; and this is not surprising as most of us could not count how many times we have been told in our past about something we should do.  We have heard it from our parents, adults, teachers, authority figures, siblings, peers in the past and perhaps even now; and more often, from ourselves.  We are carrying on a tradition that others began inside of our minds and we should stop!  Okay, this is the one should you can listen to!

For example, how many us are able to accomplish our New year’s resolutions?  Most of us are not successful because we often try to change things that are so well-established not only as a habit and part of our life-style,  but in the neuro-pathways of our mind.

One exercise that I completed in my four years of training to be a psycho-therapist was extremely helpful in  helping me begin to make changes – albeit small changes at first – in my life and getting rid of my shoulds and turning them into accomplishments.

Many of us have a long list of shoulds:

I should go to the gym

I should go on a diet

I should be more patient

I should travel more

I should save my money for travel

I should save more!  Work more!  Work less!

…and the list goes on.

For some reason, the word “should” continues to resonate in our minds as a non-committal, sit-on-the-fence mentality that rarely ever brings about action, let alone change.   Hence, we continue to tell ourselves that we should do this or we should do that; and we almost never get around to it.

The exercise to change this kind of mentality is very simple – and yet it works.  It entails making a list of our shoulds.  Then, after reading it through, we need to decide whether we WILL or we WON’T take the action.  After we decide, we need to literally cross out the word “should” and write above it (or below it) the words “I will” or “I won’t”.  For example, if you have on your list, “I should eat less” cross out the should and write what you’ve decided to do:  I will eat less or I won’t eat less.

After you’ve finished “correcting” your list, then tuck it away somewhere and leave it for a month or two months – however long you can wait.  I did this for one month and when I returned to my list – I could barely remember what I had written on it – I had accomplished all but one of the things that I had previously, so many times said I should do.

For some reason, our brain is able to make connections to our commitment to take action and either consciously or subconsciously, we begin to make small – and sometimes big – changes in our lives.  What can an exercise like this one hurt?  Perhaps, if you return to your list and you still have things to change, you can redo the list and re-commit.  I know for me, this was the beginning of changing my entire language around accomplishing anything.

For example, another non-committal word is trying.  “Trying is lying” to ourselves.  As long as we are in the should stage or the trying stage, we do not accomplish the things we want.  Instead of saying, “I should work out three times per week,” say, “I will or I am working out three times per week.”  Instead of saying, “I’m trying to change” simply say, “I am changing ________ about my life” or “I will change _________ in my life.”  Period.  We wouldn’t want a non-committal reply from people we are relying on, so why do we accept it from ourselves?

Next Post:  10 Things Your Authentic Self Has to Tell You:  You Don’t Have to Like Your Family!  Part 7 of 10

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10 Things Your Authentic Self Has to Tell You – The Naked Truth About Yourself! Part 5 of 10 Series

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The 5th Thing Your Authentic Self Wants to Tell You:

You are NOT your house, job, car, money or possessions!

I want you to imagine for a moment that you are just you.  Imagine that you are sitting on the bench above and you have no job, no career, no family, no clothes, no car, no possessions and you have to rely simply on who you as a person.  Now ask yourself these questions:

1.  Who am I? What qualities or attributes do I possess within me that make me who I am?

2.  How do I use my possessions to tell myself, my family and the world who I am? Can I live with myself without all of these “things” representing me?

I am going to preface this post with saying that there is nothing wrong with being blessed and having a home, job, career, car – even two or three cars, a family, lovely clothes and lots of possessions.  We are entitled to our divine inheritance as is everyone on this planet.

However, there is something wrong with tying our whole identity as a human being – the organic, molecular structure and the spirit within us – to a series or collection of physical inorganic, man-made items that we call “ours”.  Why?  Only because we get so tied up and stressed out with the purpose of obtaining – and then maintaining and sustaining – these things that we forget our own self-worth – who we truly are without these things.

I am convinced this is why many people who become wealthy or famous or politically successful fall into the temptation of corruption – it’s because they forget who they are at the core – they’ve lost sight of their inner self that has integrity and honesty – in the pursuit of fame, fortune and prestige.  The rest of us who live moderately successful lives also do this – perhaps not on the same scale, but we forget or resent spending time with our families because work is more important; we don’t take care of our own health because we are too busy running around to actually run.

What good are any of these things, if we are lying in bed with a disease caused from the stress of obtaining and keeping these things or we have lost our families because of our negligence?

It all comes down to this:

Net Worth vs. Personal Currency:

Have we put our “Net Worth” before our own Personal Currency – what we are worth as a human being?   I am here to tell you that your net worth is not – and never will be – worth more than your own personal currency which consists of your character, your spirit, your ideas and the love you have to offer to your fellow human beings.

We can easily lose our jobs, houses, cars, family and all of our possessions; but the real tragedy is when we lose ourselves – our humanity, our integrity, our kindness, our patience towards others and our own families.  So today, go sit on a park bench during your lunch and take inventory. If this bench was your home, could you live with yourself?

Next Post:  The 6th Thing Your Authentic Self Has to Tell You!

A Morning Tribute: Only Kindness Matters – In The End

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Bruce Cooper – Commercial Fisherman, Husband and Father of Seven Children

Let me tell you a story…almost five years ago, I was standing beside my six siblings at my father’s funeral.  Everyone – and there were many, many people who came to give their condolences and said, as they shook our hands or hugged us, “your father was a good man.”

I have never felt so proud of my father as I did in that moment.  However, there were two individuals that epitomized who my father really was.  Their names are Hank and Archie.  Both part-time fishermen; part-time scavengers for any job they could find.

But what they found was our father.  A man, who beyond all logic and reason, hired the most unsuitable, probably in common opinion, the two most unreliable guys you could ever hire.    But our dad hired them anyway.  I remember on many occasions when my dad’s fishing truck would pull in the driveway to drop off their catch for the day, seeing Archie and Hank’s silhouettes in the truck.  We kids would snicker to ourselves:  “Hey, look at the muppets in dad’s truck!”  Those two scruffy-haired guys were to teach me a valuable lesson one day…

You know what I learned about my father and about life the day of his funeral?  That in the end, Jewel was right, Only Kindness Matters.  They were the two fellows who, when approaching my mother and the seven children of Harold Bruce Cooper, were not only saying, “your dad was a good man”; they were the only two men who were saying it with tears falling down their cheeks.

I knew then that it was my father’s kindness; his belief in them when no one  with a sane mind would have believed in them; the chance, the opportunity that he gave them to work; to earn a living and an opportunity to gain self-respect, was what these two men would always remember about our father.  They were the two men who I believe meant those words more than anyone else who attended our father’s funeral that day.

And my revelation?  If our father taught us one thing, it was to reach out and be kind.  My mother still retells a story one Christmas where my father gave all of our ‘present’ money away to buy turkeys for the men who worked for him.

Do you know where I learned to pull into a Tim Horton’s and buy the coffee and donut for the person behind me?  My father.  Do you know where we  learned that when you have to decide between being ‘right’ and being a good person, always BE the good person?  From our father.

So today, just as I made myself purchase someone’s coffee yesterday when I wasn’t in the mood – made me realize; that only KINDNESS matters in the end – and it must be extended – not for someone else’s sake, but our own – even when we don’t feel like it.  I realize how important it is to set aside all of my silly thoughts, beliefs, attitudes and opinions and just be kind – because even though I argue, fight and disagree with people; my friends, my sisters, strangers…in the end… I hope that even two people – muppets or not – will show up at my funeral with tears in their eyes because I once, in this life, showed them even a bit of kindness.

Please tomorrow and the next day and next day, find, search for, take the opportunity to go out of  your way – go so far as to say a prayer before you leave the house for God/Universe to put someone in your path that needs help or a bit of kindness – and then act on it.  If you need some inspiration, listen to Jewel’s song – and have a wonderful day because you too, deserve to give yourself kindness today!

Only Kindness Matters by Jewel

LOVE Surpasses Death – A Tribute to Captain Vernon Fine

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Captain Vern murdered at sea off the coast of Utila Hondura

I want to dedicate this post to a wonderful human being that crossed my path (or perhaps I crossed his) a year ago today (January 4).  He was brutally stabbed to death on November 16th, 2012 in a very tragic, and unnecessary event.

http://www.hondurasnews.com/captain-vern-the-skipper-of-the-daily-utila-to-roatan-honduras-ferry-service/

His name was Vernon Fine and I don’t think his last name could be more appropriate as, even though I only knew him for a short while, he was a very fine human being.  Vernon was from the United States and had come to Honduras – actually the Bay Islands (Roatan and Utila) off the coast of Honduras twelve years earlier to live his dream and escape the consumerism and capitalistic world of North America.

I have friends who live and own a restaurant on the island of Utila who also had gone to Honduras to live their dream.  I was invited down over a year ago to visit the island and to see the life that they had made for themselves.  There are only two ways to get to the small island of Utila from Honduras – one must either take the ferry from the mainland or fly into the larger island, Roatan and cross the 22 kilometre trek across the open Pacific Ocean.  Either way, I was not looking forward to being on any boat on the ocean for four hours!

Despite my hesitation, I knew that I had no choice if I wanted to visit Utila.  Hence, another mutual friend suggested that I get a hold of Vernon Fine – Captain Vern as everyone knew him – to see if I could make it in time to catch his Catamaran the day I arrived.  As it turned out, my flight was going to make me an hour late arriving for the scheduled return of Vern and his Catamaran from Roatan to Ulita that day.  Each day Captain Vern would leave his dock at 6am from Utila and float about picking up touring passengers that were ready to leave Utila and then he safely navigated the ocean waters seeing them to safety on Roatan.  The particular day that I first met him,  as always he was scheduled to leave the dock from Roatan at 1pm.  I happened to have his cell number and the young taxi driver (who also knew Vern) was good enough to call him and let him know I was en route from the airport to the loading dock but would be almost an hour late.

What was Vern’s response?  He would wait and so too, would his other passengers.  Vern was not going to leave stranded a young woman from Canada on the island of Roatan to fend for herself.  He did wait.  I apologized profusely to him and his other passengers, but as per usual when you hit the southern islands, no one seems to really mind waiting.  I mean, how bad could it be sitting on a catamaran in the ocean drinking some well-deserved cervezas after a long flight or bus ride?

My first glimpse of Vern was that of a very slender, yet sinewy man with a scruffy face and sun-bleached hair, no shirt, no shoes – just a pair of knee-length shorts – who glided out of his cabin,  landed on the dock and grabbed my over-sized, over-stuffed suitcase from my hand.  “Jump aboard!” He said with a grand smile.  He looked like I had imagined him in our email conversations – a little gruffy,  yet friendly.

Though Captain Vern was laid back and friendly, he took his sailing and his business very seriously – and most importantly the safety of his passengers.  He got us all positioned and balanced at the bow, but told us to feel free to plop ourselves down on the netting that was strung from one hull to the other and to enjoy the ride and the spray from the ocean.  He told us if anyone felt seasick to let him know.  Four hours on the ocean swells can be enough to make even a fisherman’s daughter (that’s me) a little green under the gills!

I sat at the stern and enjoyed watching the island of Roatan become a distant speck on the horizon.  As I turned to see what was in front of us, there was nothing but open water and a clear blue sky.  Thankfully, we had a good day to travel.  Along with Captain Vern was a young man – maybe about seventeen – who was from Honduras – he was Vern’s right hand man – his first mate for most of the trip which afforded Vern time to go down below in to the cabin to balance accounts of the day and write everyone’s name in the Captain’s log.

Soon enough, however, he emerged from the cabin, all brown and sinewy and stood just behind his young skipper.  He flipped on the music – I believe it was a cd of Jimmy Buffet and he stood with his arms raised, his hands resting on the bar above, looking out over the ocean proudly.  He reminded me of  my father when he would stand back from his helm and watch proudly as his fishing boat would leave the harbour.  Perhaps that is why I felt such an affinity with Vern from the beginning – because I had a soft spot for any man who had the courage to brave the seas and to live his dreams.

Our first conversation began casually enough as I asked him how he had ended up on a catamaran in the ocean between Honduras and the Bay Islands.  We shared a lovely afternoon sharing our stories of travel and while I was hoping to live my dreams, Vern was already living his – out on the open water every day at 6am, travelling back again in the late afternoon – all the while enjoying getting to know his passengers and ensuring their safety and comfort.  Vern was friendly and funny, intelligent and disarming.  There wasn’t anything superfluous about him.  He was a man with whom you felt comfortable and safe.

Soon enough, as the shores of Utila began to expand on the horizon, Vern was busily packing away things of the day,  making sure his boat would be secured and safe for the travellers the next morning, all the while singing along with Jimmy Buffet and answering any questions his passengers had.  He went so far as to call the diving dock where my friends would be waiting to make sure they would be there to greet me when we landed.  From the moment I met Vern, he seemed to me to be a very caring person, not only ensuring his passengers were safe on his vessel but even after they left it.  Sure enough, as Vern handed me my gigantic suitcase and wished me well, my friends came to greet me and Vern seemed happy that he was handing me off in safety.  I waved to him and said, “See you in a month!” He waved back and carried on with his other passengers to their destinations.

I didn’t know it at the time but I would be seeing a lot more of Vern and his lovely wife over the next month of my visit.  On many occasions, when a group of us would visit the restaurants and bars, there he would be, having a few drinks, laughing with friends and proudly introducing his wife from Honduras – who was a teacher on the island of Roatan – to any of his passengers.  He bought me a drink on one occasion and we all had an interesting conversation about teaching and travel.

A month later as I was ready to embark on the end of my journey I again tracked Vern down and let him know I needed a ride back over to Roatan in the next couple of days.  He smiled and said, “Well, be on the dock ready to leave at 6am!  I’ll be there to pick you up!”  And sure enough on the morning of January 26, in the early dawn hours as the sun was ascending over the island’s horizon, there too was the faint shape of Vern’s Catamaran.  It had become an iconic image between the islands, travelling reliably and steadfastly every morning at six and returning every afternoon.  Almost everyone knew the sight of the catamaran – for some reason it was missing its mast which Vern had never replaced –  and everyone knew Vern or knew of him.  In all essence, he had become iconic over the twelve years that he transported many people between the islands.  He had proved himself to be a reliable and safe alternative to taking the ferry from the mainland.  He had also proved himself to be a good friend to many.

On the morning of my return to Roatan it was not the calm seas I had been lucky enough to have the day I had arrived.  While the sky was still clear, the swells were bigger and rougher than I was expecting.  I sat at the bow this time because my father the fisherman, always told me, “honey, if you feel like you might get seasick, sit at the bow and keep your eyes on the horizon and you’ll be alright.”  This advice worked for the first two hours, but slowly as I took my eyes off of the horizon and gazed upon the large swells, my stomach began to churn in time with them.

It wasn’t long before I realized that I was either going to have to lie down on the netting and throw my breakfast into the ocean as one young man had done minutes before (seeing that, I’m sure didn’t help me!) or I was going to have to go back to the stern, face the crowd of passengers and Vern and admit, even this fisherman’s daughter was feeling – and probably looking – a little green.  I walked back very methodically holding the ropes, I stepped down, took one look at Vern and he said, “Not feeling so well, eh girl?”  I believe I responded, “I feel sick!”  before I hurried my way down the steps into the safety of the cabin and to the head (the formal title for the bathroom on board a ship).

What surprised me the most was that following me was Captain Vern, who held back my hair and rubbed my back as I gave up my breakfast.  He assured me I was going to be alright.  After I finished and had no more breakfast to give up, he walked me back to the little bunk and told me to lie down and go to sleep.  “Sleep’s the best thing.  I’ll wake you when we get to Roatan.  Here’s some water for you.”  And he was gone back up to navigate his vessel.  I did sleep for the rest of the journey and smiled to myself as I lay there feeling sicker than I ever remember thinking about the man they call Captain Vern – he wasn’t just a Captain of a boat – he was a caring, considerate, kind man – a very, very fine man indeed.

I said goodbye to Vern on the dock that morning as he graciously swung my huge suitcase once again onto the dock.  “Now, you’re sure you’ve got friends meeting you, right?”  he asked concerned.  I reassured him that I had friends meeting me in Roatan.  I thanked him for everything and told him the next time I visited Utila that I would definitely look him up and cross again – despite my seasickness – on board his lovely boat.  He said, “looking forward to it!” and gave me the Captain’s wave and then he was back on board his boat, disappearing quickly into the cabin.  That’s the last time I ever saw Vernon Fine.  Little did I know that it would be the very last time I would ever share in a conversation or a laugh or a story with him.

In December of this year, after I had suggested to one of my girlfriends to contact Vern for her trip over to Utila next spring, she contacted me via email with the link above regarding Vern’s murder.  I could hardly believe it.  Not simply because it was someone I had known but because of all the people I knew who extended so much kindness to a multitude of strangers travelling on their way, Vernon Fine did not deserve to leave this world so early and in such a tragic manner.

I will never understand – despite my comprehension of poverty and cultural reasons as to why violence happens – why anyone would feel they had to kill Vern.  I believe Vern, had he been asked, would have gladly given the two men who took his life that day of November 16th, all the money he had.  They stabbed him to death – his young first mate only escaped because he had the courage to jump into the ocean.  And for what?  Some money, his computer and his cell phone.  A man’s life for things that he would have gladly gave to them had they just asked.

It brings me great sadness to know that Vern was left to die, bleeding to death within a cabin in which he himself had helped so many people – in a cabin that he had bothered to follow a traveller down the steps to the head, hold back her hair and rub her back while she threw up.  In a cabin, where he had laughed, shared time with his friends and his wife – who thankfully, despite usually travelling with him every day to Roatan to teach was not on board that day – and shared stories and advice to so many people he didn’t even know.  The funny thing about Vern is that even though many people only crossed his path for a few hours or a few weeks – including myself – he felt like one of those people that you had always known and would always know.  I am sure today if I could email Vern and tell him I needed a lift from Roatan to Utila tomorrow, he would remember who I was and he would say in his friendly, gruff voice, “Well come on, jump aboard!”

He lived his life like his catamaran with its broken mast – maybe not the most beautiful on the outside – but brave and courageous enough to face the open ocean every day, compassionate and loving enough to open himself to carrying passengers – strangers – every day to safety.  He was a conduit that helped people along their journey and just like his catamaran, one never knew what to expect on the journey but you always knew that everything would be okay.

And although, some would say that everything didn’t turn out okay for Vern – I think a man who braves the ocean and lives his dream for twelve years is somehow luckier than most men who stay in the comfort of their homes, never facing their fear and never seeing the manifestation of their dreams their entire lives.  As Jimmy Buffet sings:

Where it all ends I can’t fathom my friends;
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor;
So I cruise along always searchin for songs
(Son of a Son of a Sailor)

To you my friend; may you be looking down on all of us who would be proud to call you a friend and keeping us safe from wherever you are! Here’s a song for you! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Av8ENOhjoLs

Love always,

Your friend,

Tanya

L.O.V.E – lights, camera, action! – Part 1 of Top 5 Ways to Change the World

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-U0pMpYFJY (A wonderful link to watch and listen to after reading the blog – to remind and encourage you that you can be sure whatever you do in action for someone; the Universe will see to it that it will be contagious!  Trust in that!)

In my blog # 18, I mentioned that love is not a feeling, but an action.  You may have heard this before, but many of us have a difficult time getting our mind around this idea because often we are convinced we feel “love” somewhere in our bodies.

We certainly feel in our bodies, a response to a thought about love.  For example, imagine in this moment something or someone to which you feel love.  What is the feeling?  Where in your body do you feel it?

It is often a feeling of excitement like butterflies in our stomachs or a warm feeling in our hearts or maybe if it is romantic love, it is a longing to touch or be touched or kissed by that person.  These are physiological responses to thoughts, which is wonderful as it means that we can not only train our minds to think about love; we can also help our bodies to simulate these feelings whenever we choose.

Sometimes when I simply gaze at a picture of an ocean or look down at my beautiful aqua-blue ring that reminds me of the ocean, I feel a warm sense in my chest and an uplifting feeling.  I do not necessarily have to be standing on a beach in Cuba to feel this type of “loving” feeling – our minds are wonderful entities in that even when we imagine a person, event, or situation that we associate with happiness, our bodies react as if these experiences are real.

Herein lies the key to acting in love and thus, creating more love in our lives and consequently, attracting more of it too.  There is a very simple action that we can take in order to lift our frequencies from that Frustration Station of 97.5 to the L.O.V.E. Station of 101.5.  It is the action of doing a kind deed.

Almost every time in my life when I have found myself in a low or depressed state, something will happen either by coincidence or something that I do by choice for someone else and lo and behold I am uplifted out of this lower vibrational state into a higher, more loving state.  An example of this is that I am often the first person on the scene of accidents and I am confronted with an opportunity to act or react in a manner that causes me to completely forget about my own life, worries or situation and to be entirely focused on helping another human being.

My homework is not of course for any of us to go find the scene of an accident (but perhaps be open to whatever situation the Universe brings to help us out of our own funk) but to consciously choose to do something kind for someone else today.  You may buy the coffee for the person behind you in line (or the drive-thru) or you may not even decide what you’re going to do – part of what helps make each day more exciting is to start my day off with this simple prayer:  God/Universe, please put in front of me anyone (or anything including an animal) that may need a helping hand today.

Instead of hoping for a guardian angel, ask God/Universe to allow you to be one for someone else. How cool would it be to know that when you leave your home during the day that you could be on a mission for a higher power – imagine for one day what it would be like to know that God has chosen you to be his helper on this earth. You might be amazed at how willing God and the Universe is to use you to “love” another human being! One thing I know from experience is that when you put love into action and help another human being feel loved; the blessing will be returned to you exponentially.  One cannot out give the Universe; nor can one out love God!

Please try this experiment for one week with me.  Feel free to write to me at tcooperauthor@yahoo.ca or leave a comment about any of your experiences.  I would love to hear about anything that you do or have done that has helped you to tune into a higher vibrational frequency!

Manifesting and Rejoicing – Part 1 of Top 10 Series

Today is Sept. 4th/2012.  Today I have a teaching job.   I said one mantra all summer regarding my employment.  This was after I signed a lease for an apartment on July 1st, 2012 and moved into it.  I trusted the universe to provide the money/salary/job in order to allow me to pay for my home.  It did.  My mantra was simply this:

“I have a fulltime job/long-term occasional with the District school board for Sept. 4/2012.”

I waited – and went for lots of interviews and had some disappointments over the summer, but I continued to believe that being called for interviews was a ‘bud’ – a little part of the flower revealing itself to me and in the end and before Sept. 4th, 2012 – I had an “appointment” with the right school and the right Principal who said to me today, “Even before we interviewed you and I saw your resume, I knew you were the person for the job – that your experiences in life would bring something special to the classroom.”  That was a lovely thing to hear today.

I had asked for an Administration team that wanted the best for the students but also had  integrity and who saw in me something special, especially for the job that was being posted.

Today I am rejoicing in the ‘bud’.  I posted four cheques to my vision board – I downloaded them from the Secret website and filled them out to myself from the universe.  One is specifically what I knew my salary as a teacher would be; the second is the amount I am asking to sell my house; the third is the amount of abundance needed to pay my bills and the fourth is simply a luxurious amount to allow me financial freedom to write and to travel.  The first cheque was “cashed” this week as I stepped foot into my new job on Sept. 4th, 2012.  I feel blessed.

I challenge you to begin not only repeating a mantra or mantras for what you desire as if you have already received it in the present, but also to create a vision board with pictures and words and cheques for exactly what you want and put it in a place that you look at or see every single day to remind you and your subconscious of the things you are already grateful for receiving from the universe!

Mantra # 2:

I am so grateful for my property being sold NOW for more than the asking price!

I am so grateful for my property being sold NOW for more than the asking price!

I am so grateful for my property being sold NOW for more than the asking price!

I am so grateful for my property being sold NOW for more than the asking price!

I am so grateful for my property being sold NOW for more than the asking price!

Mantra # 3:

I have more than enough money to pay all of my bills NOW and lots left over for fun and travel!

I have more than enough money to pay all of my bills NOW and lots left over for fun and travel!

I have more than enough money to pay all of my bills NOW and lots left over for fun and travel!

I have more than enough money to pay all of my bills NOW and lots left over for fun and travel!

I have more than enough money to pay all of my bills NOW and lots left over for fun and travel!

Mantra # 4:

I am in abundance NOW and am wealthy and prosperous and financially free to write and travel!

I am in abundance NOW and am wealthy and prosperous and financially free to write and travel!

I am in abundance NOW and am wealthy and prosperous and financially free to write and travel!

I am in abundance NOW and am wealthy and prosperous and financially free to write and travel!

I am in abundance NOW and am wealthy and prosperous and financially free to write and travel!

Mantra # 5:

Money is attracted to me and comes to me easily and effortlessly!

Money is attracted to me and comes to me easily and effortlessly!

Money is attracted to me and comes to me easily and effortlessly!

Money is attracted to me and comes to me easily and effortlessly!

Money is attracted to me and comes to me easily and effortlessly!

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