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.”


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. (Website) (Blog) (email)

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Manifesting What We Need . . .

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Leaving the beach yesterday afternoon, big dark luminous clouds hovered to the west followed with occasional deep rumblings of thunder.  I looked at my friend Richard, who was loading his beach chairs and small cooler in the trunk of his car, “you’d better hurry,” he said, “I think you can make it home before this rain comes.”

I swung my leg over my silver Raleigh and headed north on A1A, down the narrow lane sprayed with the white bike symbol before me on the pavement. Three quarters of the way home, I turned the corner heading west, looked up and realized heading straight towards my direction and seconds away was a ‘sheet of rain’ as the gusty wind blew the leaves across the asphalt and I felt the bursts of wind swirl against my face; the raindrops pelting me now. Do I really want to get soaked? On my right, as I had turned that corner on Hibiscus, was an old iconic beauty salon called Paula’s.  As I peddled past this very pink 50’s style beauty salon to my right I had noticed a back door overhand big enough for me and my bike; shelter from the rain?  I circled my bike back around and headed for the faded-red scalloped awning which protected the back entrance.   Fifteen minutes later, the squall was over and I continued my trek home. Happy and dry and good with my decision to make my unscheduled stop and grateful for Paula’s south-side stoop.

I thought nothing more about the ride home, rain shower and manifested shelter until the following day …

Sunday morning came bright and early, and my good friend Donna was scheduled to pick me up mid-morning. Our plans to hang out at the beach in place weeks before; sun, ocean waves and catching up with our lives, under the umbrella–toes in the sand and the traditional champagne toast.
As luck or fate would have it, there were no available parking spots open. It’s funny how energy carries an idea to many at once or directs you to what you need to learn or experience, sometimes, I’m not sure which.  Bring in Plan B:

Drop off beach stuff, park at my house, and walk 10 minutes back to the beach. Unloading the beach paraphernalia, I realized that I had forgotten a hair tie. It was particularly warm–outside of south Florida, I would have said HOT, and it is more comfortable to have my shoulder-length hair off my neck and back out of my face out-of-the-way.

If Donna asked me to drive her car back to my house, saving her the walk, I would grab a hair tie  from my home. As this thought was passing through my brains circuitry, she handed me the cooler, and air mattress, shouting, “I”ll meet you on the beach, my umbrella is the Tommy Bahama tan & blue….” I picked up my backpack and begun to cross the brick pavers toward the water. I hadn’t taken more than about 10 steps when I looked down and there was a hair tie. I stopped, totally amazed, and picked it up and quickly used it to tie my hair back, getting it off my neck and feeling not only the breeze, but noticeably cooler.

Wow, I thought, this is the second time in two days that exactly what I needed  literally appeared before me at exactly the right time.  Was this really a bigger metaphor for my life? All of our lives?  And, how often did we miss it or look the other way, or resist the gift? (In the case of the used hair tie, for example.  For all you germ-a-phobs I reasoned that the salt water would certainly kill anything, if necessary. Smiling.)

If we can keep out mind open, I believe ideas, opportunities and situations are given to us as gifts. The people we’re supposed to meet? The jobs we’re supposed to get . . .  The question is always,  do we say yes, or do we say no?   The choice is ours. Not all gifts are packaged how we “envision”.  And, if it doesn’t look the way our ego thinks it should, do we throw the opportunity away?  Do we set up too much criteria?  Too many half to’s and close the very door or window we’ve been waiting to open?

All this to say, just notice. And, maybe, just maybe, be open to something ‘different’ than you expected, but shows up at the exact moment you need it!  What about a “Yes”, and not a “Yea, but . . .”?

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathy Silver, HC

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