This may be the most reassuring post you’ll ever read

“I just really want people to remember they’re capable of doing everything the people they admire are doing.”—Sophia Amoruso
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As some of you know, I have a new book coming out in August. I’ve been pumped about it from word one. But having just left the marketing meeting with Hay House, I’m tingling with excitement and unable to hold it in any longer.

First of all, Hay House is offering all kinds of cool gifts for anybody who preorders it. And second, I truly believe it has the potential to change the world.

It’s called Art & Soul Reloaded and it’s about creativity and spirituality. It’s about making art, yes. But mostly it’s about imagining a new world, about designing a new vision.

Rather than protest and whine about the state of the world today, we must let our frustrations be our muse. We must let our disgruntlements inspire us to sing, to dance, to shout, “This is what we want instead.”

And for those who think they’re not worthy or ready to join the collective force for good, I have two stories that will change your mind.

The first is from Ed Catmull, one of the founders of Pixar Animation Studios. Every project, he says, starts with suck. The first version of Toy Story sucked. They had to start over. The first version of Ratatouille sucked. Once again, back to the drawing board.

What this means is you’re comparing your creations with someone else’s finished project.

“This is the biggest misconception that people have,” Catmull says. “What we’ve found is the first version always sucks. I don’t mean this because I’m self-effacing or that I’m being modest. It mean it in the sense that first versions really do suck.”

The second is a story from Neil Gaiman. Neil is a prolific and very successful author. He has won dozens of awards including the Newberry, the Carnegie and Britain’s Book of the Year. In other words, he’s amazing. His Make Good Art commencement speech has been watched nearly a million times.

In other words, you wouldn’t expect him to suffer from Imposter Syndrome. Imposter Syndrome, for those lucky enough never to have suffered this psychological phenomenon, is where really cool, really high-achievers chalk up their success to luck or being in the right place at the right time or really anything except their own ability.

He recently blogged about being at some party with a bunch of really accomplished artists and scientists. He was cowering in the corner, feeling like a fraud. Finally, another guy named Neil approached him, mainly because they shared the same name.

Neil Gaiman mentioned to his fellow Neil that he was feeling insecure and out of his league. The other Neil said, “Me, too.”

You’ll never guess who the other Neil was.

It was Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon.

Writes Gaiman:

“And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there weren’t any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and did the best job they could, which is all we can really hope for.”

So whatever excuse you’ve given for not following your dream, for not starting on your big idea to save the world, just know you’re in good company and that my new book, which even has a section called You’re in Good Company, is a yearlong apprenticeship for Summoning the Muses and Igniting Your Bold, Audacious, Creative Side. In other words, it’ll inspire you to finally give your gifts.

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Break free from your assumptions about the way the world works

“Most of our assumptions have outlived their usefulness.” ― Marshall McLuhan aaeaaqaaaaaaaasyaaaajdu5zti2mgu1lwqzowmtngq3zi04m2zlltrlmdy5owziodm3ma

If I were writing an elevator speech to describe my work, it would have something to do with challenging assumptions.

We all have so many, most of which are invisible to us. We honestly can’t see life as it really is because our assumptions, the stories we tell ourselves block the world’s unlimited largesse.

Instead of keeping track of all the beautiful gifts we’ve been given, we keep track of how many times we’ve been rejected or how many times this or that didn’t work.

But what if the opposite is true? What if the life force is actively working on our behalf at all times to deliver exactly what we ask for?

What if everything we could possibly need is already here? Most of us believe, that if we want something, we have to save up the money, go to a store and buy said thing. But what if that’s an erroneous assumption? What if all we have to do is make the request?

At my workshop in Seattle, I mentioned the story about the mom at the beach who decided to do a Native American healing ritual. She thought to herself, “I wish I had  tobacco.” Not two minutes later,  a seagull swung around and dropped a package right at her feet. Not only was it a pouch of loose tobacco, but it was the very brand (American Spirit) that she uses in her prayers.

On the break, one of the workshop participants mentioned a similar story. She was out for a walk and started sniffling. “I have allergies,” she told me, “so I normally take tissue in my pocket. This time I had forgotten.”

But no sooner did she wish she had tissue then she looked over and underneath the tree was a small packet of Kleenex, unopened and still sealed.

Another reader, an artist, sent this story:

“I made sure to be clear to the Universe that I wanted a physical gift to show up. I don’t really leave the house because I am an artist who works from home, but I said “OK, Universe now is your time to show me.” I started the experiment at 1pm. Around 11am the next day I found out that I had won the Grand Prize in the American Women Artist Spring Online show, an award that included $1000, a $500 art supply gift card and two ads in art magazines. I was super excited but I had made it very clear to the Universe that I wanted a physical object to come to me.

“The following day at 12:40, 20 minutes before the end of the experiment, the doorbell rang. The art supply company had FedExed my check and included in the package an apron. I was blown away and haven’t lived my life the same since.”

So here’s the assumption I suggest questioning today. Is it true that, if you need something, you have to go to the store to buy it? Or will the universe deliver it to you, as long as you simply ask and don’t let your assumptions get in the way?

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Quit hexing yourself by looking for disease

“It’s supposed to be a professional secret, but I’ll tell you anyway. We doctors do nothing. We only help and encourage the doctor within.”–Albert Schweitzer
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We are constantly being slapped around with the crazy idea that our bodies are plotting against us.

Just watch an hour of television. The drugs ads warn us into great vigilance:

Better watch out for this symptom.
Make sure you’re aware of that problem.
It’s only a matter of time until your body is going to reach out and strangle you.

Here’s the ad I’d like to run:

Your body is a self-healing masterpiece. It is brilliantly equipped with natural self-repair mechanisms that fight infections, repair broken proteins, kill cancer cells and keep you in tip-top shape. The only thing that ever stops it from doing its job is your ridiculous belief that it is not your closest ally.

As Derren Brown, the popular British mentalist who just opened a one-man show at the Linda Gross Theater in Chelsea, “we are all trapped inside our own minds.”

In 2012 on a show called Fear and Faith, he cured dozens of people of everything from phobias to addictions with a powerful drug he called Rumyodin.

In reality, Rumyodin (an anagram for “your mind”) was a sugar pill but it worked because his “patients” believed it worked.

I was reminded of another powerful placebo story (you may recall the Placebo Experiment from E-Cubed) while watching Dr. Lissa Rankin’s video on the Hay House Summit. (If you haven’t already signed up for this free event, you have exactly one more week.) You can sign up at this link:

She told the story of a doctor who was assigned a patient who was literally days away from dying. The patient had tumors the size of oranges. But he’d heard about a new experimental drug and he begged his new doc to try it. Miraculously, the “wonder drug” he’d read about eliminated his tumor.

Several weeks later, however, reports hit the airwaves that this new drug was not as powerful as originally thought. The tumors returned. His doctor, by now savvy, gave his patient a placebo, telling him it was a stronger form of the drug and that the ineffective trials had been using too little of this powerful drug. Once again, the tumors from his stage 4 lymphoma began to disappear.

Finally, the FDA pronounced the drug ineffective and pulled it off the market. The patient, who had been rapidly recovering, died within a week.

I could go on and on about how 79 percent of medical students develop the symptoms they’re studying. Or about the woman with a split personality who has diabetes in one of her personalities and normal sugar levels in the other.

But I’m not a doctor and would never dream of prescribing anything.

But I do know this:

We should teach our children that their bodies have self-healing superpowers.

And we should quit hexing ourselves by looking for disease.

‘And we should remember that if chimpanzees can lower their blood pressure at will, something Harvard doc, Herbert Benson, discovered in his research, there’s probably not much we CAN’T do to heal ourselves.

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Moving towards the “thing” that gives you goose bumps

“What I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts.”—Mary Oliver

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The facts of the dominant paradigm insist you can never write a book, be a comedian, make it as an artist.

But facts are only placeholders until the higher truth emerges. That’s why it’s so important to keep moving towards the “thing” that gives you goose bumps.

Back in February, the Daily Show correspondent Hasan Minhaj gave a show at Liberty Hall in Lawrence, Kansas.

He told a touching story about his dream to be a comedian. He grew up in a small university town, was a nerd, a smart kid. He studied political science in college. But after seeing Chris Rock’s standup show, “Never Scared,” he got the goose bumps. It was the big one, the thing he wanted to do.

He started making comedy YouTube videos of him with a photoshopped Conan O’Brien. He put that vision in his mind. He started moving in that direction.

Today, you’ll find plenty of YouTube videos of the nerdy immigrant kid from the small college town—only now they’re of his one-man show, or of him on The Daily Show or as emcee of the White House Correspondent’s Dinner.

Anything can be manifested, but you gotta start with a vision.

What gives you goose bumps, my friends?

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

The Dude indeed abides

“When you are open to living and ready to face all your fears, life definitely comes and talks to you, in its own language.”―Roshan Sharma

fe3e3181f403c87e1909257c0434585dI haven’t run a guest post for awhile (I have so much content of my own), but I so loved the following story that I asked the amazing Trevor Davis, who sent it to me, if I could share. I was going to paraphrase it, but that would be like paraphrasing Ernest Hemingway or, for that matter, Willie Shakespeare. Trevor’s a great writer who recently launched a travel blog from a perspective that, as he says, “guides him into rich affairs of hope, danger, beauty and spirituality.” Check out his awesome blog here.

Take it away, Trevor!

I am now a big believer in signs. I don’t mean rest stop exits or traffic signals, but clear omens revealed by universal forces. And I was on a mission to find an unmistakable sign that I was meant to be a travel writer while hanging with some friends in a national touring band for a few cities on the east coast. At the time I was reading Pam Grout’s E-Squared and wanted to put her “Dude Abides” principle to the test.

On their tour bus with my friend Gavin, the drummer of the band, I explained that I had given 24 hours for the universe to show me an obvious sign. I suggested, half-jokingly, that maybe Hunter S. Thompson would send a message from the grave. I needed something fun or unexpected to happen. As if he were reading my mind, my friend looked at me with this mischievous grin I had seen a hundred times before. He leaned in as if he had a secret, quietly informing me, “I gotta feeling tonight is gonna to be a little different from the last couple of shows.” I didn’t know if it was nerves because my friend and I are notorious for getting into trouble together. Maybe it was my excitement about being engulfed in music at an outdoor festival or because I didn’t really know what to expect. But I also felt it. There was definitely something about this event that made every cell in my body feel a lingering anticipation for some future event that I could have in no way prepared for.

It seemed like we had been on back roads for an eternity by the time we entered the campground. We passed through security, pulling up near the back of the stage. The front faced towards a very large field surrounded by what seemed to be endless woods. It was a beautiful, secluded area far from civilization.

There’s an exhilarating feeling you get when you know you’re going into an environment without the common amenities and luxuries we are so used to. You can rely on your most basic, fundamental instincts. It’s seductive. The lush green grass in front of the stage only added to my excitement. I managed to set up my tent fairly quickly about 100 yards from the front of the stage while sampling the beer I brought and the whiskey that was offered to me. It was about 1pm. The sun was bright but the day wasn’t too hot. I decided from looking at the other festival goers that I would no longer need my shoes or socks. I have always been one to try and blend in with my environment. You know? Absorb the culture! I pulled up a lawn chair next to a band member’s girlfriend in front of the stage, listening to the first group. I was almost as comfortable as I wanted to be. But that seemed to be the theme for the next 16 hours.

Mindi, a girlfriend of one of the musicians, greeted me with the most innocent and genuinely happy smile. But innocent girls don’t date musicians. She grabbed my hand with her tiny fingers and opened it up like she was about to hold it. She stared at me directly in my eyes and in the most casual manner she politely asked, “Want to take a hit of acid?” That’s what she so gently placed in my hand. I didn’t even respond; we both just took it. See? Always blending in. Not 20 minutes after we consumed the first, Mindi, again in the most innocuous tone, asked me, “should we find some more?” Now, had I known the events that were about to unfold I would honestly have to say that I would probably make the exact same decision again.

Even the most mildly successful bands have groupies. And normally not by choice. It’s just the nature of being an artist. Since these were math-rock bands, the followers are not what you’d expect. There’s no crowd of girls peeing their pants like at a Justin Beiber concert. No. These are all primarily dudes. And there can be some interesting characters. The band I was with had exactly this interesting character: Eddie. I looked over at the bald man in his early 30s, sitting in a wheelchair directly in front of the stage, casually handing out tabs in exchange for money. He didn’t have a disability, at least not a permanent, physical disability. Eddie apparently consumed way too much LSD a few days before and fell off a cliff.

I walk over to make the exchange and Eddie greets me with friendly eyes but otherwise his face doesn’t show any expression. Something had caused him to lose happiness a long time ago. He never smiles. Ever. As I would later find out, Eddie was also single-handedly the most important person to know at this particular festival.

As bands play on and the day continues, more and more people come flocking in towards the stage. The larger the crowd grew the more alcohol we consumed and the more liberal everyone became with their psychedelic consumption. No one was trying to hide it. Our little group recognized the need to stick together to avoid getting lost. As I began to succumb to the drugs’ effects, I realized it was the most comfortable and safest environment to be so free with psychedelics. Day quickly became night and the swirl of people and events began to take on a new form. A new meaning. The music began to synchronize perfectly with the attitudes, dialogue, and movements of everyone around me. The theme was in place and I was like a member of the audience at a well orchestrated play. At one point I noticed the headlining band finally got on stage. It was dark out except for a few lights from various campfires and the most beautiful scene of stars radiating throughout the cloudless night sky. Without the lights or smog of a nearby city, the view was unbelievable.

Somehow I had wandered away from the stage and no one I knew was in sight. I began to panic and began circling the entire field through the mess of people to find my friends. If there is one thing to remember when taking psychedelics, it’s that you always have to keep your cool. Any idea that pops in your head becomes amplified.

I made my rounds several times. No one I recognized. As I was walking through the crowds and talking to people, I noticed that every single person there had taken the acid. People were giving it away. People offered Molly. I said yes to everything. Turned none of it down. I tasted what I assumed battery acid would taste like in the back of my throat. I started throwing up near my tent. A tent I clearly would not end up sleeping in. Not sure how I got there. I had to find my friends. I was on the verge of a panic attack that would be exacerbated by the LSD. When I asked no one seemed to know. Out of desperation I blurted out for the only other person I knew: Eddie.

Immediately someone within hearing distance told me they knew Eddie. They informed me that he was at a campfire at the other side of the field on the edge of the woods. It was difficult to walk, not just because the grass was now cold on my bare feet, but because my brain was beaming in so many different directions. I had to pull myself together. I had been here before, many times. Take a deep breath. Get centered. Everything is OK. Your environment is just a reflection of your thoughts. I asked another group of strangers.

“Think I saw him over there somewhere.”

As I worked my way over towards a glowing light away from the festival-goers, I asked several people. Everyone seemed to know Eddie and his whereabouts. I finally found him and his entourage. He hadn’t seen my friends. A lot more relaxed (as relaxed as you can be with 4 hits and a head full of Molly), I made my way back towards the stage.

There they were. Probably the whole time. Dancing and sitting on a big blanket on the grass. The ground had become very cold and wet. Gavin and crew welcomed me as if they hadn’t seen me in years. He spoke, much too loud for being so close to us, “this band has been playing for nearly 4 hours!” He was right. It had been a really long time. I asked for a beer and it then dawned on us that we were out. Completely. For some reason, we panicked slightly. We then began our search for beer. Surprisingly, alcohol was scarce in the campground. During our search we found a smaller bonfire near the stage. Still no beer. People were playing guitar and singing. Gavin and I immediately joined in. An out of place Mormon looking couple selling books and not partaking in the “recreational activities” handed Gavin a paperback to borrow as a percussive instrument.

We must have played for an hour. When we finished two things happened. First, a younger looking guy that didn’t seem to any longer have a grip on reality handed me a strip because he had “had too much.” I immediately split it with Gavin. We ate it all. The second event that happened was in the midst of all the chaos. Suddenly, it was like someone had turned down the volume on everyone else. All I could hear was my breath. Even the stage had closed down for the night. Everything in my peripherals became blurry. You might say it was a moment of clarity, or some kind of epiphany. Looking back I’m sure this was a spiritual moment despite my head full of drugs. My eyes focused on Gavin. Before giving back the book he had been using, he turned it around to look at the cover. He looked up at me in disbelief.

I asked, “what book is it?” Then, plastered on his face was that grin I’ve seen so many times before.

“You’re not gonna believe this.”

There is one action that can instantly revert even the most sophisticated man back to his primitive, cave-dwelling state: staring into the depths of a campfire. There is this universal fascination with a warm, glowing, controlled fire that gives the spectator a blanket of security to sport and with the added embrace of alcohol can bond even the fiercest of foes. We had worked our way back over to Eddie’s roaring campfire, where we were doing just that. It was the popular place to be and for good reason. Our friend Eddie just happened to have what seemed to be the only stash of beer left around. While some of the guys were debating consuming DMT, I happily slugged on beers from Eddie’s case. I found what I was looking for.

My blatant sign came just hours after I asked for it. I no longer needed the psychoactive medicines. I always thought I would need a shaman to have the experience I did (although a spiritual experience with a shaman would take place a few years later), but I had access to it all along. I walked away from the comfort of the fire and the happy people telling stories and playing acoustic guitars and into the woods. I no longer felt fear for my future. I was overflowing with confidence. I found a broken spiral slide resting on its side. trevor Davis

It was perfect. I climbed to the top and slid down the cinnamon swirl. Ah yes. I had been here before. My thoughts were expanding. I could still see the cover of the paperback Gavin held up for me to read just an hour earlier. The glow from the fire shone directly on the front side of the book clearly revealed the title. My sign was staring directly at me in the face. My friend was right. I could barely believe what I was seeing. But it was no hallucination. It really was Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson.

Trevor Davis is a world traveler, freelancer and musician. Armed with the motto, “I will try anything twice!,” he explores areas of the planet that most people don’t see.

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

The blog of awesome: a trio of miracles

””We all need fuel. Without the assistance, advice and inspiration of others, the gears of our mind grind to a halt, and we’re stuck with nowhere to go.”– Arnold Schwarzenegger GF815A

I’m really enjoying Tim Ferriss’ new book, Tools of Titans. This is a guy who regularly hobnobs with the likes of Jamie Foxx, Chris “Shark Tank” Sacca and Seth Godin.

He admits in the book that his life made a complete 180 after a former girlfriend gave him a “Jar of Awesome” in which he writes down cool things that happen. It reminds me of my A.A. 2.0 program.

Every time he sees the jar (even though his 20-year-old self would probably vomit), a little voice in his head says, “Things aren’t so bad, Eeyore. Perk the fuck up.”

Like most of us, he says, he’s “good at achievement and historically not good at appreciation.”

Which is one of the reasons I keep writing this blog. To remind myself that there are a gazillion things to celebrate. Ergo, three fun stories from recent emails:

1. “I mentioned in my first email that I also am getting a free press trip on Viking Cruise lines when I go to Budapest.

“I found in a notebook that in January (after I knew I would be going to Budapest, but before I contacted Viking) that I wrote, “I get to go on a Viking river Cruise from Budapest to Amsterdam for FREE.” That is exactly what I will be doing, it turns out, and I only had a choice of two trips as a journalist.

“I also wrote in that notebook that I would get paid to write articles about my trip. I am a freelancer for a local paper who has asked to write about travel, but they said they get their travel stories from AP so I never thought to consider they would pay me to write a story for them. When I went to tell the editor that I would be away for the summer because I won a trip to fly wherever I wanted to go, and that I would be in Hungary most of the summer, he said he would pay me to write for their Excursions column –not just for ONE story, but for SIX stories throughout the summer.”

2. “Your book is truly an inspiration and I wish everyone I know would read it and actually believe me without rolling their eyes!

“About 6 years ago I was depressed, lonely and overweight. I didn’t know what to do with my life. I was drinking all the time and I knew that at some point I had to do something to change my life. One day I told my husband I am quitting my job. I don’t care what happens, we will survive.

“I bought a junky camera with a credit card that I knew I would not pay. But I was desperate. I bought it and I started taking photos, I went on YouTube and learned how to do makeup and hair. I created a photo area in my 100 degree heat garage and started inviting people to come take pictures in that heat! And they came! Man did they come! It was free of course, but I was relentless! I worked and worked and I did catalogs for free! Fashion shows! Anyone who would let me I would take photos of.

“One day a friend of mine who was a video editor for a fashion company said hey they need a photo retoucher with beginner experience. They hired me on the spot, I didn’t even know how to turn on an iMac but again I was relentless. I was 30 years old and starting all over, I didn’t care. Long story short I went from making 11 bucks an hour to almost 130 k a year in just 2 and a half years. I’ve worked on magazine covers, Victoria Secret models, celebrities and I even had one of my images appear on NBC.

“I manifested all of this. I never doubted in my mind that these things would happen, not even when everyone thought I was insane. One year, when I first started, I held a magazine called Bullet and I said “Man, I am so going to work on the cover of this one day. One year later, I was retouching Jonah Hill flipping off the camera on the cover. After that I started a job making 45 k a year and I told my husband 1 year from now I will be making $70. One year later to the day I got a raise and I was now making $70 k.

“These things we want are not silly dreams. They are what we decide we want them to be. I just finished reading Thank and Grow Rich and I loved it. One of my common practices is when I am sitting at the computer working on freelance and I feel tired I take a breath and take a deep look and say thank you for the opportunity to work on this amazing project and then put love and passion into it. And what ends up happening is the project becomes easy and it goes by rather quickly. If I told myself it was hard I would lose my mind and the hours would drag on.”

3. “Since first reading E-Squared, I have a journal filled with little miracles I’ve experienced. The best one so far happened the day after I finished reading Thank and Grow Rich.

“I went for my daily walk which is the same route everyday, but this time I was thinking about all the things I was thankful for. I was saying things like “Thank you for this beautiful weather that I’m able to get out and walk in. Thank you for this healthy body and legs to walk on. Thank you for the fresh mountain air.”

“Honestly, I felt a bit silly doing it at first but I didn’t stop. Then, right as I was saying thank you for something else, I noticed a little cloth pouch on the side of the road in the mud. I felt compelled to pick it up so I did and I couldn’t believe what was inside….10 little charms inscribed with ‘Thank You!’

“It seems too random for me to believe it was just a coincidence I stumbled upon them at that very instant. They’re clearly not worth any monetary value but I keep one on a necklace I wear everyday now and have given out the rest to people I love. When I feel stressed or nervous I hold onto it and it reminds me not to worry because the world is a magical place and great things happen all the time unexpectedly.”

Indeed, my friends. Welcome to the magical world.

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Problems seem insurmountable? Hold your horses and read this.

“Drag your thoughts away from your troubles…by the ears, by the heels,
or any other way you can manage it.” ― Mark Twain
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The universe is attending to your needs whether you’re aware of it or not. It works on your behalf at all times. You don’t have to earn it or jump through any hoops. It’s yours through grace, not because you prayed hard enough or followed the right commandments.

So no matter what it may look like, everything in your life is working beautifully. I recently heard a story that puts everything into perspective.

Back in the 1900’s, the American public was warned that grave danger lay ahead. An energy shortage was imminent, we were told, because not enough horses were being bred. Horses, after all, were used to plow our fields, deliver our mail, provide transportation. Here’s the plea that went out: “In a few years there will not be enough horses in this country to take care of the commercial needs of the country. Americans, do something!”

So for anybody that buys the “danger, danger” party line, just keep in mind that there is something a whole lot bigger and smarter and more loving that’s running the show, no matter how it may appear to our five senses. We are constantly evolving and being cared for. Our only mission is to let down our resistance, give up our fears and love every glorious moment.

As for that horse shortage? In 2016, the Bureau of Land Management reported having 45,000 unclaimed wild horses.

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Can we still hold the Dude to that promise he made in the New Testament?

“You carry within your heart a portable paradise.”—Paramahansa Yogananda
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A reader asked me the other day why I chose nine experiments instead of 10 for E-Squared and E-Cubed. She wondered if there was some deep spiritual significance. In numerology, nine is the symbol of wisdom and initiation (or mental instability, depending on who you consult), but here’s the real reason I chose nine.

The original book (God Doesn’t Have Bad Hair Days) had ten experiments. But I found readers to be quite resistant to the Lillies of the Field experiment where I asked people to hold the Dude to that guarantee he made in the New Testament. The one where He promised that if we’d just quit worrying, we’d be clothed, fed, and taken better care of than the lilies of the field?

In our culture at least, people don’t have the chutzpah to place all their trust in the care of the universe. They just aren’t willing to “leave their wallets at home” or have the faith that life really does have their back.

In an effort to convince people to try it, I told the story of Paramahansa Yogananda.

When he was 15, he was sent to the Indian city of Brindaban with nary a rupee. He had been yammering to his family about wanting to quit school and devote his life to God. His brother, a stolid accountant, decided to pull a fast one on his pious pipsqueak brother.

“Okay,” he challenged him, “You wanna do God’s work, fine. But let’s forget about your inheritance. If you wanna depend on God, I insist you depend on Him for everything. What do you say we put your vaunted philosophy to a test in the tangible world?”

Ananta, the sermonizing elder brother made this proposal. “I’ll buy you a one-way ticket to Brindaban. It’s where Lord Krishna first displayed his glories, so it’ll be a good place for you to start. You spend the day there. Take no money. No food. You’re not allowed to beg. Yet you can’t go without food or transportation. Furthermore, you’re not allowed to reveal your predicament to anyone. If you return to my bungalow before midnight without breaking any of these rules, I’ll not only give you my blessing, but I’ll become your first initiate.”

Ananta undoubtedly smirked as he sent his penniless brother and a friend off to the strange city they’d never visited, but not before searching both of them for a hidden hoard.

The friend, lacking the young yogi’s faith, was nervous—almost as nervous as you probably are in contemplating this experiment.

“Shouldn’t we take a couple rupees just as a safeguard?” he pleaded. “At least then we’ll have money to telegraph you in case of misfortune. There’s something reassuring about the clink of coins.”

Paramahansa rebuked his friend, refusing to proceed with the test if he took any “safeguard.”

As the train rumbled towards the holy city, the friend started whining. “I’m really getting hungry. Why did you talk me into this?”

Right before the last stop, two men stepped into their compartment, began joking with the young boys. When the train pulled to a stop, the two men linked arms with the boys and led them into a horse cab.

Well, long story short, they ended up at an ashram, taking the place of two princes who, at the last minute, had to cancel their lunch plans. Not only were they served a 30-course meal, while being fanned by a hostess, but they visited Madanamohana Temple and other Krishna shrines, were given train tickets back to Agra, and fed the finest of Indian sweetmeats for dinner.

Was Ananta ever surprised when, at a few minutes before midnight, the young yogi walks into his home with piles of rupee notes and bursting with stories. His brother, as promised, insisted on receiving spiritual initiation that very evening.

Two quick announcements. The kindle version of Thank & Grow Rich is on sale for $1.99 for just two more days. And there’s still time to enroll for the 5th annual Hay House World Summit (it’s completely free) and features hundreds of authors and speakers talking about really enlightening things. You can sign up here. Hope you’ll join us.

And as always, my friends, thanks for your continuing love and support.

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Why I like to gang up on perceived problems

“Life is beautiful not because of the things we see or the things we do. Life is beautiful because of the people we meet.”–Simon Sinek
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If you’re a regular at this blog, you know how much I love my Lawrence possibility posses and how important I think it is for all of us to “gang up” on perceived problems of lack and limitation.

I am so thrilled that groups are forming all over the planet to talk about the principles in E-Squared, E-Cubed and Thank & Grow Rich. And so grateful for all the amazing things people send to me—everything from origami roses to Love Lists (thank you Sherry Richert Belul).

Since I get together with my one of my posses every Sunday (they’re like my own personal pit crew who help me change my flat tires when I’m heading in the wrong direction), I often have great stories to tell on Monday.

Here are just three from yesterday:

Never Say No to Fun Rhonda and Carla were driving home from a gardening workshop in Overbrook. Rhonda said to Carla, “You know what I need? A friend who loves to garden and has lots of extra plants to give away.”

The next day (literally the next day) she’s at the posse and a new guy walks in. Rhonda starts chatting him up, welcomes him to the group. “So what do you like to do?” Innocent enough question, right?

He replies: “I’m a Master Gardener.” She has been getting free plants from him ever since.

Jeff didn’t mention it to anybody, but thought, “I’d love to get a mountain bike.” He filed it away in his “someday when I get some money together” file.

Last week, out of the blue, one of his co-workers presented him with a…do I really have to say it?..a mountain bike with a 29-inch frame that was too tall for its original owner, but just the right size for Jeff.

Robbin’s daughter, Kitty, who recently manifested the perfect interior architect job just manifested a second job at the same company for her best friend from college. The two recent graduates moved into an apartment together that, included in the rent, just happens to have its own concierge, its own driver and its own personal trainer.

There were more stories (there are always more stories), but I’ll close for now by reminding us that we are here on Planet Earth to magnify and glorify infinite potentiality. We can’t do that if we depend on what we’ve seen in the past, what we think we know. That’s why it’s so darned important to keep this conversation going.

Anyone else have a great story to share?

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Are you willing to allow the possibility of an unrecognizable new world?

“I signed up for the Olympics of internal freedom and happiness.”—Grace Bell

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Will Smith once said that all successful people have the delusional quality of believing something different can happen.

Most of us, instead, get stuck in expectation loops. We continue looking for and expecting the same things as yesterday.

But here’s the thing. Today is a brand-new day with an infinite number of new possibilities.

Whoever took over for Ed McMahon could knock on your door with the winning check in the magazine sweepstakes. You could make a new friend or meet a potential S.O. You could get an idea for a book or a song or a nonprofit that might change the lives of millions.

The thing is, you never know. But because we get up every morning expecting the exact same thing, we get reruns of yesterday.

But what if you woke up to a world where everything was completely unrecognizable? Are you willing to allow that possibility? The possibility that the world’s largesse could flow into your life? The possibility that we could have peace on Earth? And that all children could go to bed with a full stomach knowing they were deeply loved and cherished?

In the interest of unrecognizable new possibilities, thought I’d share some cool stories that have recently proven to me that whatever happened in the past has no bearing on today.

1. Rihanna’s people called.. “Last month, a friend shared your book Thank & Grow Rich on Instagram. I’m not much for reading books that don’t involve beauty or makeup (I have a comprehension problem and it takes me a long time to read a book versus others). But without much thought, I immediately subscribed to Audible and decided to “listen” your book.

“Your book has been such an eye opener for me, you have no idea! I can’t thank you enough!! I got a call back for a second round of interviews for Global Makeup Artist position for Rihanna’s new makeup line! I made it to the top 50 and beat out over 1500 other artists that applied for the job.”

2. Fresh coconuts in Belgium in the middle of winter. “Reading E-Squared, I thought of challenging the Universe by ordering a coconut in the middle of winter. Before this, I’d never seen coconuts at our local grocery store. Hannah, my nanny, and I went for our weekly grocery shopping tour while the kids were in school. And I couldn’t believe it! There, in between the fresh fruits was an entire BOX full of coconuts!!! In the middle of winter in Belgium. Hannah had to slap me as I was speechless and couldn’t move. That’s how surreal it felt to me! And after that I just keep on ordering and without fault, each order has come in the most hilarious ways.”

3. A lottery win. “I just wanted to say that reading your book has provided me with much appreciated positive reciprocation, and universal confirmation. I read your book recently and after asking for the “sign” or for divine communion(FP), I won the lottery. It was in the thousands, nothing to retire on but certainly a sign. Also a way to tie up any or all looming debts. I had lucid dreaming and other profound experiences since this and just wanted to say… You were meant to write this book. You wrote it, in such a way that it was perfectly, timed, simple and encapsuled our fundamental rights as beings on this planet.”

4. Universe giving clear signs. “This is the best 222 story you will ever hear!!

“So ….. I asked the universe to provide me with some 222’s along with the other things requested for that experiment – I had manifested the other things so the next morning I was a little bit impolite really and demanded some 222’s. Well needless to say I was swamped – I found them everywhere.

“That night after work I received a package addressed to my husband and on enquiring with him they were apparently some number plates he had had on hold for 35 years. So I opened them and you guessed it – BMW 222. How did my husband know that 35 years ago his wife (which he hadn’t even meet) would be looking for proof of her manifestion skills in the form of three numbers??? I don’t really know or even care how it works Those numbers have become a way that I can ‘talk’ to the universe. Thanks for your books – I just love them and you for writing them. Love, Sally.”

Thank you, Sally, and everyone else who has written to share their miracle story.

Pam Grout is the author of 18 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently released, Thank and Grow Rich: a 30-day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.