Manifesting Consciously

There are too many moving parts to anticipate or control every situation and outcome. At some point, you have to assume that the Universe has your back. It’s also time consuming and takes way too much energy. And, if you can trust in that belief or premise—you will always be okay. We are cared for and watched over—always.

Adventure has always been in my blood; the current situation hasn’t slowed me down much. Now, I am not mingling in huge crowds, but I was nudged to enjoy a quiet quest for my soul. With those thoughts, I share that I drove once again from Florida to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. Those are my roots, in the Pacific Northwest. When summer gets brutal here in the sub-tropics—that is where I like to be for a few weeks—or more. I long for that break from the heat and the open road!

Last year I had some unique experiences, which I shared in previous blog posts.  The synchronicity lining up so much that it could not be mistaken for “pure luck.”  This year, I will tell you it looked different. I chose not to visit with friends along the way. Each and every one continues to have their own experience with COVID—the lockdowns, social distancing mandates, the ridiculous mask thing, etc., etc.—the fears and the lists go on forever—until they don’t—when the rules and directives change again. Whatever . . . I can’t be persuaded into the fear frenzy.

I preface this to say, my adventure was a solo, an unaccompanied drive. And, I put my $99.00 Walmart tent back into service! Now, forty years ago, my ex-husband and I laughed about the KOA’s (Kampground’s of America), but they afford me safety when I am by myself at night in my tent. (Rather than in the remote back-woods. Common sense. And practicality. I know, you get it.)

I set off September 12, 2020. I am not going to give you a blow by blow, but what I will tell you is that whatever I asked for, or needed, appeared. I was cared for by Spirit—our Star Mothers—Angels or guides. Whatever your belief in that higher power of protection, called “the field” that surrounds us always whatever name you assign to it or them. I was watched over. But that is my belief and intent that this is so.

My first night on the road was in Georgia. It was still pretty warm and muggy. I set up my car so if I had to spend the night inside my Kia—I could fit. It was, however, not my preference! After waiting in line at the Forsyth KOA—quite a while, I might add, I ended up at my spot, T-2, just as darkness set in. I also didn’t want to end up in a torrential rainstorm. Yes, the tent would keep me dry—but in the morning—packing up—everything would be wet! My intentions were to stay dry. 

The thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed and illuminated the sky in the distance. Securing the rain shield in place, I felt large drops of rain. I moved back into the driver’s seat of my car—and within about 20 minutes the sizable raindrops had passed. Before falling asleep, I opened the vent to allow air circulation. My tent spot was at the back of the Kampground—and a fence separated me from three permanent and a bit dilapidated trailers. It worried me some. Yet, there in my sight of vision, beyond my tent, the fence and the trailers were five tall pine trees that appeared to me as sentinels. I was being watched over, and with that thought, I was soon fast asleep. 

On my way back home, it was much more evident—or maybe I was just paying more attention. After all, I was still in my tent, and it was November, and the weather was on my mind.

My first night on the road back to Florida was a stop in Corvallis/Albany Oregon. I had seen the latest front bringing rain on the weather channel—and knew I was catching the tail end.  The rain had been intense all day during my drive south on I-5. When I arrived at the Kampground—everything was really soaked, large puddles in many places.  Checking in, Alice “goofed” and assigned me a tent space without electric (for my cooler), always my one request.  It happened to be a grass tent pad—site number 046. Having problems with her computer, I went to take a look. I found that there were some old trees at the very, very back of my assigned spot. The ground underneath these trees was completely dry. With more rain in the forecast, I knew I would be just fine. And I was completely dry in spite of the humidity at 100%, sans rain that night! Cold but dry.

Several more times, I had the complete awareness of this care—once in  Kingman, Arizona—when my 25 foot extension cord would not reach the electric outlet—and “Mark” said, I am not supposed to lend campers anything, and they may fire me, but I will bring you one of my extension cords. Amazing.

Another night a few days later in Oklahoma, the wind was so fierce upon check-in, “Misty” questioned me about setting up my tent—and asked, wasn’t I going to sleep in my car? “No”, I answered, “I’ll be fine”. The same thing had happened in Sioux Falls, SD heading west. My friend Joy advised me by phone that night after hearing the wind—that I better grab my pocketknife in case I had to cut my way out of a collapsed tent! I even turned my sleeping bag around because the wind was pushing the tent so hard on the North side. I talked to the Star Mothers and asked for their help. Two hours later, I awoke to complete quiet—the blowing wind had stopped completely. 

My last stop was in Little Rock, Arkansas. When I made the phone call at the rest stop around noon, the man on the other end told me—“no space available”. What, I thought? No space for a small tent in November? I asked again. We’re remodeling—I’m sorry. But try the Army Corp of Engineers at Maumelle Campground.  I secured a spot for $12 bucks! 

Consciously manifesting requires four things: Your Intention What reality do you believe is possible? Verbalization. Your belief in you co-creating your own “self-creation.” Our “magic” is often times absent in all those old assumptions, habits and filters. Yet, if we are going to move from the old energy into the new paradigm with new tools and the new energy, it must begin with us. I know it is possible—the flow of the Universe is in me, and with me, just as it is in you. What do you choose to believe today? What are you co-creating in your Universe? We have help all around us—willing and waiting. Call upon those angelic guides and see what you can consciously manifest in your world today.

“Do not think like a human. 

You have 

the ability within you 

to create anything you wish. 

Take responsibility for your 

journey, and 

make no adjustments out of fear.”

~Kryon

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Certified Holistic Health Coach in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease, relationships, spirituality, and loss. Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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