The Top Ten Things Dead People Want to Tell You (16 page)

Every time you ventured into the world, things would shift around to show you “hard and mean.” Even if you made some major life changes—got a new job, relocated, whatever it might be—if you kept the same old “hard and mean” worldview, “hard and mean” would follow you. Annoying circumstances and difficult people would be invisibly and serendipitously drawn to you, and you’d see this barrage of “bad luck” as proof that “life is hard and people are mean”!

Unless you were extremely observant and inquisitive, it would take many disappointments, coupled with a growing awareness that not everyone was having your same experience, before you’d even consider that it was yourself who was attracting such unpleasantness (after all,
you’re a really nice person!
). Feeling brokenhearted and lost, however, will slowly lead the most stubborn souls inward to reflect and consider,
What’s really
going on here?
Leading to the gradual realization that they themselves—their thoughts, their imagination, their prayers (
thinking and talking about
what they want and don’t want), their worries, their expectations and beliefs—might be the source of their experiences. And that therefore, if they want to create change they must begin with themselves, reconsidering what they think, believe, and expect—
even while, at first, the world is still showing them what they used to think, believe, and expect.

Your dreams are yours for a reason: to make them come true.

L
IFE’S
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NLY
V
ARIABLE

Any life is a series of journeys, each sparked by dreams that physically send you out into the world from which things and circumstances, and then emotions, arise. You have no control over the fact that you
are,
that you think, that you create, and that you will have journeys. But you can pick and choose your thoughts and thus your destinations, to shape the journeys they in turn create, and thereby extract more of what feels good and less of what doesn’t.

What makes you
you
boils down to what you think, which leads to what you’ll feel. Call your thoughts “decisions” or “words” or “actions” or “intentions”: it’s still the same. Thinking is all there is; it’s life’s only variable—not
that
you will think, but
what
you will think. You have the choice to intentionally craft the journey as it unfolds, or to unintentionally craft it. You can choose to steer the vessel that contains your heart or let it drift across the sea.

D
ANCE
Y
OUR
D
ANCE

Follow your heart. This is your purpose. You have desires; admit them. Listen to them. Choose to bring them to life. Your dreams are yours for a reason: to make them come true.

Dance to the beat of your own drummer. Every day, dance. The sooner you start, the sooner you’ll find your rhythm in the symphony of 7 billion other dancers. And as you choose your dreams and learn their moves, remember that for every baby step you take, you increase,
exponentially,
the Universe’s chances of reaching you quicker and in ways more to your liking. Every day, move, take action, go out, even when—especially when—you don’t know what to do or how your dream will come true. You don’t have to know how. You can’t know how. Do anything. The Universe will find you, dots will be connected, and life on earth will be as it is in heaven.

From a Dearly Departed

Bobbi, Julie, Timmy!!!

I’m here!! It’s Momma!!

Lordy, I’ve given up trying to talk—you just keep ignoring me.

So I’ve decided to write.

You wouldn’t believe where I’ve been. Time travel, space travel, you name it. Ever since I fell off the roof, the weirdest things have been happening. It’s like one really long, far-out dream, except it makes sense … and my wrinkles are gone! Some new friends keep telling me I’m dead, but I don’t let that bother me. Usually they’re real nice. Besides, they seem like the freaky ones to me. Like calling me “dead.” Who does that? Right?

I’ve seen Grandma and Grandpa. They’re young again! Ma’s butt tattoo is finally gone and she’s swimming every day. Dad’s surfing the most humongous waves. We talked forever about the pyramids and how they were really built with sound, Atlantis and how it sank, and I learned all about the ant people …

I watched a movie of my life! Holy smokes! Talk about shocking! I relived being a child … saw you each being born … saw Daddy going to Vegas, instead of Denver … and … well, I knew it anyway … and I saw Richie do some really bad things in the name of really good things. But the one theme that kept repeating is how every accomplishment, every goal achieved, every dream realized, was somehow thought of or imagined in advance. And I mean everything—icky stuff, too. I didn’t notice the connection before, but now it’s so flippin’ obvious!

Sometimes, of course, things happen that aren’t imagined ahead of time, but it’s always to fast-forward someone’s life to a place that can match their thinking. They call those EMs, Escalator Moments, here. Some are pleasant and some are not, but all are based on other thoughts of theirs.

Sometimes, things people think about don’t happen even though they were thought of all the time, but this is because other thoughts of theirs that did become things got in the way. TBT: thoughts become things—whoo-hoo!

Oh, and the best part … anyone can have pretty much anything. Anything! Funny how we were always told that success requires sacrifice, dues to pay, luck, timing, college degrees, and that “it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.” Ha! The thing I find hardest to believe is how gullible we were. I mean, just look at the people who succeed, or who have what I once dreamed of having!! Hul-lo, what was I thinking??

The only thing people who succeed have in common is that they dreamed of their success. They imagined it. Thought it possible. Did something about their dreams, and I’m not talking about working hard in most cases. Amble, stumble, or sheepishly move in those directions, and bingo! And just look at all the folks with money these days! Not a rocket scientist among them! Turns out there’s no connection between making a fortune and brains—zero! Just look at the people who have money! Nor is there any connection between happiness and having a certain faith, background, ethnicity, or pedigree. Happy people think happy thoughts! It takes so little. They focus on what they like instead of what bothers them, what works instead of what doesn’t work, and then they attract and receive more things to be happy about! Just like people who focus on their income and not their expenses start creating more income, and those who do the opposite get the opposite. Duh! Just like people who focus on health and not illness, love and not hate, traveling instead of staying at home, all get these things—it always works. TBT!

Well, if you guys don’t reply to this, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I have to admit I miss coffee and sunrises. This place has everything, but it’s not like being with you. I miss how things were. Maybe I am dead, just not gone … Maybe … I can come back … maybe if I think about it more … maybe if I imagine it … maybe … !!!

Any-who, loving you until the cows come home … XOXOXO,

Your Momma Forever

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T’S
S
TILL
Y
OUR
T
URN

This is it! What you’ve waited millennia for! You’re here!! Whatever you want, however you want it (barring the tiny nuances we’ve reviewed), you can have! Don’t ask for one thing; give thanks for many. Don’t wish and hope; declare and create! If you only knew, as you will know, as you can know right now, the entire world spins in the palm of your hand. Sure, there’s more to life than living deliberately—like great friends, compassion, and the color orange—but when you know the truth, deliberate living is your ticket to smoothing out bumpy roads, spreading the wealth, and living comfortably and creatively, both emotionally and materially. This is what the dead want you to know about your life now, which will make for an even more impressive homecoming at which all will share in your tales of being the comeback kid, rags to riches, or however else you may like to paint the next scene. And speaking of impressive homecomings, get a load of the next thing the dead want to tell you.

That white light you hear of people seeing during near-death experiences? It’s love. Seen by “tired” eyes. You sense both that it emanates
from
intelligence and that in some uncanny way it
is
that intelligence. You get that it
knows
you far better than you know yourself; it understands you; it adores you. Like a doting parent, times infinity.

This white light is as close to God as any of us can get
before finally knowing we are God.

This recognition, being so understood, is “heaven.” You also grasp that it was
your
misunderstandings that created the disconnect in the life you just left, preventing you from feeling what was there all along. This white light is as close to God as any of us can get
before finally knowing we are God.
In it you will marvel, with revelation upon stunning revelation, in total ecstasy, and then you will wonder how you might have lived had you always known:

How important you were,

How powerful you were, and

That there were no mistakes.