Pam Grout

Notes from a Possibility Posse

October 1, 2025 26 Comments

‘What? You too? I thought I was the only one.’”—C.S. Lewis

This photo came up in FB memories this morning. It’s the amazing team that hosted me in Japan 10 years ago today. Notice they’re wearing my face on their heads!

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” I was thinking about that quote while walking to this morning’s possibility posse.

And I decided to amend it just slightly:

Even if something IS broke (or appears to be), don’t fix it. Here’s why:

Trying to fix something churns up energy of brokenness. Of things not being “okay.”

And I rarely (maybe never?) have enough perspective to truly judge that something is “not okay.”

When I completely surrender to life, when I trust implicitly that life loves me and wants nothing but my greatest good, I have to bow to every experience as a gift. Why would I choose to return it or attempt to amend it?

I notice when I refuse to churn up resistance, which is exactly what happens every time I judge something as needing to be worked on, life has a way of “fixing,” if you want to call it that, all that’s amiss. It works like magic.

Allowing, in my world, is a gazillion times more powerful than attracting or fixing or trying to change anything.

One of the themes of my new book is “Just stop!” Stop getting so involved. Stop thinking you need yet another course or teacher or book (touche!). Putting your attention on things that need to be improved, fixed or changed simply solidifies the mess.

I shared a story that I may have shared before (forgive me if that’s the case, although I notice I need continual reminders) about a friend who had quit trying to fix her relationship status.

Or rather she gave up looking for a relationship. She knew quite clearly the qualities she wanted, but nope, she vowed, never gonna seek again.

She joked that if she was ever going to be in a relationship, her perfect partner would have to knock on her door.

Instead, she started paying attention to all the things she loved. She put her attention on all the beautiful things in her life.

Within a month or two, the guy she was married to for 44 years (he shuffled off the mortal coil last year) literally knocked on her apartment door in New York City.

Speaking of possibility posses, I’m issuing this invitation to anyone who lives in the Kansas City area (or anyone who might want to fly in). Next Tuesday, October 7, my dear friend, Martha Creek, and the fabulous organization the Affiliated New Thought Network is hosting a Raise the Roof event at Unity Village.

Rickie Byars is going to be singing, there’s a Sound Bath and a Candle Light Labyrinth Walk and well, it’s completely free. The idea is to put so much energy into possibility and peace and joy that planetary consciousness will noticeably shift. Did I mention it’s free???

I’ll be there, not presenting, but working the booth with Robin Goff and her remarkable LoveLights organization. You may remember the Taz Grout 222 Foundation contributed to their mission earlier this year. It was such a great honor to be in South Africa at the Ubuntu Camps in January.

So if you’re anywhere near, please come, say hi and let me give you a big, sloppy hug!

It is going to be epic.

In closing, let me just say, as they do in Unity, ‘I love you, I appreciate you and I behold the Christ within you.”

#222 Forever!

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Celebrating the sweet spot

September 25, 2025 20 Comments

“There is a simplicity to life if we let ourselves see it…it’s beautiful…and perfect. We become aware of it when we don’t listen to the mental noise in our minds.”—Gail Brenner

Got a kick out of this cartoon from the New Yorker.

Right now, the only time there really is, I am flying high. I feel free, curious and eager to discover what the field of infinite potentiality will dish up for me next.

I love living in “the now,”’ noticing where my attention is flowing. When my awareness is focused on my stories, my thoughts and other concepts I’ve inadvertently swallowed as absolute fact, it creates a lot of noise, a lot of resistance.

Every concept is like a Lego block building higher, thicker, more solid walls that separate me from my true nature — which, I’m starting to notice, loves everything, everyone, no exceptions.

In fact, it’s becoming clear to me that any thought that’s not of love (my true nature) prevents the light from flowing and, yes, it hurts.

Concepts, generated through a life-time investment in certain thoughts and beliefs, prevent the natural beauty and simplicity of life from showing up. It’s always there (thankfully, it’s indestructible), but we can’t see it because of the ever-growing Lego wall.

When I center my awareness on the light (which could also be called pure Divine Intelligence and Infinite Creativity) I notice beauty in everything. There’s SO MUCH FRICKIN’ BEAUTY.

I’m off to get my hair cut, friends, but thought I’d share this quickie update on the butt-kickin’ power of “the now.”

Have an extraordinarily epic Thursday!

#222 Forever!

Seeing creation’s gentleness

September 22, 2025 27 Comments

“We are not holding our breaths waiting for the bad to become good somehow. We are making living pathways for everything to return to Love.”—Ameeta Kaul

Happy Monday, friends! I’m sitting in the backyard, communing with my tree besties, celebrating the fact that I just turned in my manuscript to the amazing book designer, Violet Lemay.

Not only is she a NY Times bestselling children’s book author (her latest, “A Maker of Dresses” was released this week on the heels of NY Fashion week), but she taught illustration at Savannah College of Art and Design. Am I a lucky gal or what?

I’ve dubbed this new book, “a picture book for grownups” because it is meant to show, not tell the story of two very different fields of intelligence.

We humans have access to both.

The field we’re most familiar with is generated within our minds. It has become human’s predominant means for accessing guidance and direction. Unfortunately, it’s extremely limited and, because its chief reason to exist is to keep us safe, it makes a huge racket and has become the P.T. Barnum of “Woe is me.” Let’s just say this field of intelligence has gotten way out of whack!

The other field of intelligence, which is inherent and indestructible, has a much broader viewpoint. It offers a kinder, softer, easier way of approaching life. Today’s Course in Miracles lesson called it “the celestial gentleness with which creation shines.”

Oh and P.S., it contains no fear.

Every moment we spend in one field or the other is an investment in a path that will continue to draw from us and define us.

I’m finding myself relying more and more on the broader, vaster field of intelligence. It’s a heck of a lot more fun, a hundred times less stressful and, I believe, it’s creating a living pathway for everything to return to Love.

#222 Forever!

The incomparable lightness of being

September 10, 2025 32 Comments

“If you’re filled with joy and filled with love, you’re a blessing on this planet.”—Michael Singer

Writing this post was also an excuse to post a picture of my amazing daughter when she was still in manifested particle form. She was and still is my best teacher!

Hello, you gorgeous beams of light. I’ve missed you.

When I’m writing (read: doing one of the things I love most in the world), time gets away from me.

WHAT!! It has been a WHOLE month since I last said hello!

So, howdy, friends, and here are some thoughts I wrote today that may or may not go into the new book. Enjoy!

It sounds like a platitude. Happiness is within. But it’s actually true.

As a brand-new human, before your family and culture got ahold of you, you were curious about and overjoyed with everything. You had zero preferences.

Oh look, a spiderweb! You could watch bugs flying into spiderwebs for hours.

Oh, and there’s another little human about my age! Let’s be friends

Oh, and now, mom’s buckling me into a car seat! It’s so exciting. I can watch new scenery outside the car window and wow! imagine the number of treasures I’ll find at whatever venue she’s taking me to.

Oh, it’s the post office. And there’s a long line. How marvelous! I’ll be able to observe and smile at countless other versions of me. Wonder why they all look so impatient?

Within a few years, brand-new humans are fully-programmed, fully-trained (Good boy, Johnny!) to know which things make them happy. Having a good job, for example! Or owning a BMW.

And which things make them impatient, frustrated. Avoid those at all costs.

It doesn’t take long to match the energetic frequency of our culture, to collect an extensive list of what is necessary to be happy.

Sorry to break it to you, but it’s all bullsh*t. You can be happy doing anything. Vacuuming the rug, for example, or standing in lines. Even sitting for hours at a computer writing a book.

Trying to force life to match your specific criteria for happiness never works. Programmed preferences are not where happiness lives.

Surrender all preferences, all attachments and look for happiness where it really is: everywhere!

#222 Forever!

What if everything is a God job?

August 20, 2025 18 Comments

“Nature is encouraging us each day to exist as our blueprint intended — together.” — Zach Bush

I love my local possibility posse.

I get so much inspiration (our mission, you may remember, is to celebrate what’s going right) that, even though I’m in full-blast writing mode, I thought I’d stop to jot down a quick post inspired by today’s get-together.

We frequently use a phrase–“oh, that was definitely a God job”–when something happens outside our realm of understanding. Like when the perfect book drops off the shelf. Or when someone sends unexpected money.

It occurred to me this morning when the “God job” phrase was mentioned that I can now see that everything is a god job. Everything is a gift.

It is only mental commentary that prevents me from seeing that. Anytime I judge any event (not to mention a person) I fail to notice the miracle.

This truth is becoming so clear to me. Every time I decide to hold up a score card and rate something as “undesirable,” my energy flow gets blocked.

I am in such a state of bliss right now because well, my days are really simple.

I walk. I listen. And I write.

As I open myself to more god job energy (which only means I’m not blocking truth), more inspiration pours through. I wake up nearly every morning with new thoughts, new ideas.

I’ve been comparing it to the manifestation process. Whatever you focus upon is animated into your life. Your attention adds weight and gravity and, before you know it, voila!

In order to get back to my book, I’m going to stop here and share instead this joyous email that popped into my inbox last week:

“Hey there! I wanted to reach out to share my story with the experiment, asking for a blessing within 48 hours. IT WAS SO EXCITING!

I came across a podcast interview that you were on, and although I have been following you on social media for the past few years, I didn’t realize you were a writer (duh on me).

“I immediately went on Audible to purchase 3 of your books. I read “Thank and Grow Rich” first and experienced something cool after reading that one, and then I started on E2.

“Here’s what happened…It was July 12th, and I decided to try the experiment. I asked for a blessing, a wink from God to come to me within the next 48 hours. The following day was my birthday, and my fiancé got us a double Queen suite at one of our favorite oceanfront resorts here in Jupiter, Fl. We live close by and stay there at least once a year on special occasions.

“We usually get the same suite, which is BEAUTIFUL. So we walk into the lobby to check in, and this young, sweet girl behind the desk starts giggling when we tell her our name for the reservation. I said jokingly, “What is so funny?” She replies, “It’s your lucky day! We upgraded you to our 3-bedroom Penthouse for no extra charge. This room goes for $3,500 A NIGHT! We then asked if we could stay a second night at the same rate as the original suite and said “absolutely!”

“I finished E3 this morning, and I am so eager to start experimenting. I also host a podcast called “Thoughts can Heal,” and my last episode was about reading your book, Thank and Grow Rich, and what happened when I experimented with one of your suggestions in the book. Thank you so much for all you do to make this world a better place! Heck, if you’d ever like to be a guest on my podcast I would be honored.”

Thank you, Denise, and thank you God (or whatever you want to be called) for always strutting your stuff. Have a great week, friends! Love you to the six-planet parade gracing our night skies right now and back.

#222 Forever!

Welcome to the sidewalk joy map!

August 12, 2025 25 Comments

“To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health or our circumstances. We must try.” – Roger Ebert

Rachael and one of her own mini-joy producers.

I hadn’t planned to write a post today, mainly because I’m in the throes of my next book deadline.

But then I read this article about the Portland Sidewalk Joy Map and, well, since it’s my sworn mission to share this kind of astounding and important news, I couldn’t help myself.

Here’s the scoop:

Rachael Harms Mahlandt is an artist who curates mini-yard installations created solely for the purpose of spreading a moment of joy to people walking by.

In her hometown of Portland, she has found more than 130 of these sidewalk art exhibits including a rubber duckie exchange, a pollinator seed bank (created in honor of a rescued bumble bee named Harriet), a thimble exchange and 10 tiny hand-cranked music boxes. She created a map for others to also enjoy these secret interactive exhibits and recently branched out to make a map of such installations around the world.

I love this story so much because it’s real news, truthful news. It’s how the world really is when you look beneath the collective focus on turbulence.

I choose not to give my precious energy to the tumultuous story. Because I know that by training my attention on beauty and blessings, I generate more of what I most want to see.

I have been working my self-designed A.A. 2.0 program for more than 12 years, texting daily blessings to my possibility posse. Every single day, I use my superpower of attention to identify moments of love, peace and creativity.

Thought I’d share a sampling from the past few days:

**I appreciate the joy of finding full-formed green beans (it happens, it seems, overnight) in my garden, how their magical appearance reminds me of manifestation (one day they’re not there, the next day they are) and how Source can use anything to remind me of its benevolence.

**I appreciate the yogurt drain pipe I rigged up for our water barrel, the yellow finch feasting on coneflowers outside my front window and Friday lunches with Bekka.

**I appreciate fun convo at Clio on and Leo (it’s a local coffee shop) with fellow North Lawrence voters, taking Azul to her first big concert at the Midland (an old vaudeville theater in Kansas City ) and riding the free trolleys from Crown Center to River Market and back.

**I appreciate community meals at the Sunrise Project, Kansas songwriters at Northside Social and long chat with my sis.

Outside the Sunrise Project where I enjoy twice-monthly community meals.

**I appreciate my always willing meditation partner, that an L.A. DJ gave E-Squared a fabulous shoutout and finding a book I’ve long wanted in the local free book library.

So that’s my public service announcement for today, friends. Love you all more than you’ll ever know.

#222 Forever!

Excuse me while I duck into this phone booth

July 30, 2025 42 Comments

“Consciousness will whip up whatever we wish to experience and will present it to us in a way that is convincing and believable.”—David Bingham

While I’m slower than a speeding bullet and unable to leap tall buildings with a single bound, I do happen to possess an impressive superpower.

This rock-em, sock-em superpower has the ability to change not only my world, but the world that appears before my eyes.

My superpower is my attention. And how I dispose of it is the ultimate creative act. What I attend to with my consciousness renders the life I will experience.

I can place my attention on lack and limitation or I can place it on life’s never-ending blessings.

I can direct my attention towards displeasing situations and circumstances, to things I want to fix or change or I can actively direct my attention towards beauty.

And here’s the thing about consciousness. Where we choose to look starts hardening up. It becomes the only model we see, not because it’s the only available possibility, but because everything that doesn’t fit (those things we’re not paying attention to) are quickly rendered invisible. That’s why my attention is a superpower.

I heard a definition of abundance the other day that I really dig. Abundance is not about what you have. It’s about how you feel about what you have.

So, as always, you get a choice which phone booth to duck into, which reality you’re going to attend. Perhaps your decision could even qualify as a moral act.

Enjoy this brilliant Wednesday, friends!

#222 Forever!

Love without filters

July 23, 2025 37 Comments

“The real goodness of Life is not to be found in the reasoned spaces of our thinking minds.”—Ameeta Kaul

Yesterday, the website, Inspire Me Today, re-ran a post I’d written 10, maybe 12 years ago. Here’s the link:

In the post, I called for love—instead of being relegated to a Valentine’s card or a chick flick—to be our society’s main curriculum. I said that anything this powerful should be emphasized every day in school, in business, on Capitol Hill.

And then I got to thinking about love itself and how, in our culture, it’s always filtered through the brain. It gets turned into concepts and judgments and rules for who is worthy, who is not.

Love that’s filtered through the brain, asks questions like this:

Does he/she check off all my boxes?

Does she/he behave the way I think she/he should?

To filter love through the brain, where it becomes a mathematical equation, is a huge disservice. To love. To you. To the world.

Love is not a concept. It has no right and wrong, good and bad. It is literally a force, a power, a light. And it is rendered crippled when it’s filtered through our brains.

As complex as human brains are, they’re chiefly wired to keep us safe, to see danger, even when there is none. Because our brains act as reducing valves, they are at best capable of regurgitating past beliefs and boxes and limitations.

I’ve got a new book coming out, hopefully by the end of this year. It’s about a different state of consciousness than the one filtered through our brains. This love/life/light (it really can’t be named or even described) is innate and always present.

It always knows what you need. It always supports you. It’s always loving–not the kind of loving with requirements and standards and judgements. The kind of love that accepts you EXACTLY as you are. Right now. Right here.

In this love lies indestructible, infinite freedom.

Can’t wait to introduce my new book.

#222 Forever!

How to build a new world

July 21, 2025 31 Comments

“Ask yourself how you can transform this very moment into something radiant and radical and spectacular.”—Elizabeth Gilbert

I often share “You are never gonna believe this” stories here on the blog. And while an eerily spectacular tale recently dropped into my inbox (it involved a completely empty cabinet that suddenly filled with necessary medical supplies), I’ve been thinking more about the gazillion little miracles I walk by every day.

For the past week, I’ve been hosting some of the folks I met in South Africa. Lucien and Theolene are currently attending I.Y.O.U. (International Youth of Unity) at Unity Village, but last week, we did a lot of things that I’ve been known to take for granted—going to a movie theater (neither had ever been), for example, or eating foods from other countries. We even stopped by the local “Make Good Trouble” protest in honor of John Lewis.

They loved EVERYTHING! They were excited by EVERYTHING! They even requested their picture taken with a big yellow school bus.

Maybe more important than making an impact, I should make sure I myself am impacted, that I myself notice and get excited by the countless treasures that exist in every moment.

Sure, things can look scary from one viewpoint, but it’s a mistake to tether myself to that position only, to disregard all the everyday lusciousness, like the hibiscus showing off in my front yard right now or the curly-haired three-year-old who danced her way up to the stage at yesterday’s quilt auction.

Like so many people, I’ve been deeply inspired by Andrea Gibson, the poet who passed last week from ovarian cancer. She said in one of her poems, “Dying is the opposite of leaving” and that, after death, she’d be “more here than ever before.” That certainly rings true-her poems are everywhere now.

She knew to fall in love with tiny things (“every falling leaf is a tiny kite with a string too small to see”) and, after her cancer diagnosis, every single experience became radiant and filled with light.

As Byron Katie once explained to Elizabeth Gilbert (I just read about this in her weekly “Letters from Love”), all she saw when she looked at her was pouring beams of light. Liz pointed out that Katie also saw those same beams of light emanating from the ketchup bottles.

But you get the idea. We see what we decide to see. We create our world with our attention.

So, yes, I will continue to celebrate big, juicy, “impossible” miracles. But I will also celebrate the small and seemingly insignificant. In other words, I intend to fall in love with everything I see.

#222 Forever!

Dress rehearsals are officially over

July 9, 2025 36 Comments

“To identify as ‘only a body’ is a narrowing of awareness.”—David R. Hawkins

Caution: serious woo-woo ahead!

Feel free to continue seeking.

Feel free to look for another book or teacher or workshop.

Feel free to sit forever on that proverbial pot.

But just so you know, it’s all bullsh*!t.

In actuality, you are already free and whole and have everything you believe you don’t have because well, you think you’re broken or you fell from grace or you still have karma. Gotta keep practicing.

Family and culture passes out a script — “There’s something you need to do,” “There’s somewhere you need to go.”

“You’re not quite there yet,” we hear over and over again.

“Woe is me” makes for some interesting drama (I like a good Netflix show as much as the next guy). Believing there’s some kind of hierarchy (“that person is realized and I’m still working on it”) fits right into the cultural narrative.

But to reiterate, it’s all B.S.

I prefer to use the hologram known as Pam to enjoy, dance, create, hug, uplift, shine light and surrender as much as I possibly can. To let go of all belief in limitations, time, space.

I just read David Hawkins book, Letting Go. This book was particularly poignant for me because he doesn’t use the word “I” to describe himself. The I, the me, me, me, me is where we start to pick up an identity.

Instead, when he’s relating a story that would normally be first person, he simply talks about encountering a particular event that might just as well have been a scene from a movie. As the quote above suggests, he didn’t identify as ‘only a body.’

Because the hologram known as David Hawkins often drove into New York City to see clients, a thought arose “Wouldn’t it be great to have a small apartment in New York City.” And then he surrendered it. He’d be happy to have it. He’d be equally as happy not to. He let go all desire.

The next day, within 24 hours, he had the urge to drive into the city. It was around 4:30, normally rush hour, but there was little traffic. A car pulled out right in front of a real estate office near the area he wanted (or not wanted, it didn’t matter). C’est la vie!

He walked in, made his preposterous inquiry (everyone knows there aren’t inexpensive apartments on Fifth Avenue) and the agent said, “You are one lucky son-of-a-gun. Exactly one hour ago, we listed the only apartment in Manhattan on Fifth Avenue.” It was affordable and had just been painted.

“You can move in any time,” he added.

This scene from his movie happened without effort, without trial and error, without hard work.

So sure, believe the story. Keep practicing. Or let it all go and just have fun being God.

#222 Forever!