From whence dost thou input hail?
“There’s a lot more consciousness out there than what we’re seeing.”—Michael Pollan
Happy Friday, folks! Just wanted to drop in with a question I’ve been pondering of late.
In simpler English (had to show off my Olde English skills in the headline), I’m asking myself, what is the source of my information? Where am I getting the “facts” I’m using to make decisions?
I notice when I use my phone or FB or any type of input that comes from a marketing point of view, subtle though it may be, it creates unwanted ripples in the field of light and love to which I’ve committed. It suggests something is missing.
The biggest disturbance is a false belief that there is something outside of me that knows more about what I need than I do. Outside inputs, I notice, always come with strings, with a different presumption than the one offered by my Source. My Source knows only love, infinite possibility, expansion, beauty.
Outside inputs always poo-poo those truths. There’s something wrong, those outside inputs say. There’s something else you need. You better worry.
My Source, the one I prefer conferring with each morning, delivers a more-pleasing narrative. It tells me that anything that’s not love is not true. Anything that smacks of limitation is being used to manipulate me, to take me away from this field of light in which I live and move and have my being.
So here are a couple inputs that defy what outside sources deliver:
- The first is personal. As y’all know, I don’t believe in physical death or separation. All inputs I trust keep me connected to my daughter. The most recent example comes from PBS Kids that recently introduced a new muppett that just happens to be a hedgehog, happens to be from Kansas and happens to have the goal of seeking joy, adventure and fun. Go Taz!
- The second is from a new reader of E-Squared whose elderly dachshund recently passed. She was doing one of the experiments in the book and decided she’d manifest a rose quartz. She had just printed out a photo of her dear Al (the beloved dachshund) when no sooner did a friend show up with a rose quartz with, get this, a slice in it to hold a photograph.
Stories like this are the only inputs I desire. How about you?
#222 Forever!
Pam Grout is the author of 22 books including E-Squared, Thank & Grow Rich , The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World)and her latest, The Ego’s Playbook.