The Adventure Continues…
War On Adventure
“Whatever you’re thinking about is literally like planning a future event. When you’re worrying, you are planning. When you’re appreciating you are planning. What are you planning?” -Abraham-Hicks
How familiar are you with the Law of Attraction?
I’ve been casually following Abraham-Hicks for years. Although, it would be very difficult for someone to point at me, and say, “She’s riding on the high flying vibrational discs…”
To help me fall asleep on the nights I chased the Sandman around the camper, I found myself either using the timer on the television or listening to Abraham-Hicks on YouTube to distract the thoughts and ease into a state of slumber while on this journey. Both offer the ability to stay asleep without waking up two hours later to some midnight horror flick on the television or odd-ball video on the cellphone app that intermingles with dreams.
Months ago I shared my distain of people oversharing fearFULL warnings and stranger-danger alerts. Get ready; I’m taking you for a ride this time.
I am a writer; my imagination is creative enough without friends and family telling me how awful and cruel people in the world. I get it; there are bad people out there. But, stop freaking the shit out of me!
“A belief is only a thought I keep thinking.” -Abraham-Hicks
Last Wednesday I spend the afternoon with a dear friend. The entire distance I drove back to the campground, I thought about how good a campfire would feel on that cool northern Michigan evening and how good a glass of wine was going to taste. The burn bans and extreme dry conditions in southern Texas and most of the areas I visited in New Mexico persuaded me to keep the fire rings flameless as I hopped from one location to the next.
The daytime high was fifty with temps dropping at a minimum of ten degrees fueled my desire to watch the smoke rise above the budding tree branches. I could almost feel the warmth of the flames caress the bottoms of my feet and taste the sweet flavor of wine tantalize my taste buds. How luscious and comforting a campfire would feel!!
My cellphone alerted me to a new message as I entered the campground. It was a video from a friend. I hit play although my intuition discouraged it. Why didn’t I listen to my intuition? Because I was curious. There was no note or disclaimer as to the purpose of the sent video. (Right now I can hear my son, Mason, who is a computer-tech, say, “Mom. Really? It could’ve had a virus!”)
A woman, claiming to be in her mid-fifties, was sitting on the passenger seat of a vehicle and shared an account she had with a man following her through a grocery store, how she approached him and then finding that there were three men waiting and watching her walk through the parking lot. She spoke of a sixty year old woman that had also been followed at a different location by a man. As you’d suspect, it was difficult to listen to. I turned it off mid-way through the video at the same time I rounded a corner in the campground to see a man sitting in a van watching out the windshield without moving. I observed him as I drove past.
I debated of going to my campsite or to keep driving around the loop and going elsewhere. I thought, “Stop being paranoid. He’s probably been driving all day and going to camp in his vehicle.” It’s not uncommon to see a campsite with a passenger vehicle without a tent or camper attached to it.
I backed my truck into my spot and looked in his direction as I walked to my camper. He didn’t move. He just sat there and appeared to be staring towards the main entrance. “Why isn’t he moving? Why isn’t he setting up camp? What’s he doing?” Emotionally charged with the video, my imagination took over the rational it’s-none-of-your-business thoughts. Had I not seen the human traffic warning video literally a second before I saw him, I would not have given him two jiggles of concern. He was not doing anything wrong. But tell that to my freaked-out imagination! HA!
Once inside the camper, I periodically watched his van. Nothing. Concern for my safety set in, what is he doing there? Was the timing of the video a divine warning? After all someone did send me an article about a man who lead women traveling alone out of their campsite with his charm to go hiking where he’d kill ‘em in a remote location within the Yellowstone National Park.
“The secret of the universe really is minding your own business. What we mean by that is: Don’t get so involved in the desires or beliefs of others that you cause confusion or chatter in your own vibration and compromise your own alignment.” -Abraham-Hicks
It was as if all the news articles, social media posts and verbal warnings I’ve received about men drugging women’s drinks, human trafficing, kidnappings with the intent to sell organs on the black market, random acts of violence towards single women, grand theft auto, vandalism, rape, forest fires, tornados and whatever else you can think of came together and pointed at this man sitting in a van.
I locked the door, drew down my blinds (one I left partially open so I could see the man). Now fearFULL, I was too uncomfortable to light the campfire I desired.
Truly, it’s nice that people care enough to warn me of the dangers out there. However, I am already aware of the dangers. I am a woman traveling. And, I am an intuitive woman out there traveling that can sense things.
“Not only does the thought you are choosing right now attract the next thought and the next, and so on – it also provides the basis of your alignment with your inner being.” -Abraham-Hicks
It’s as if no one wants me to enjoy myself. You know, explore and wander around the location I’ve landed for a week or two. They’ve projected their fears upon me to the point of, well, freakin’ the shit out of me. “Be fearFULL of everyone.” “Don’t trust anyone.” “Be alert and don’t drop your guard.” “Never leave your drink unattended.” “Don’t tell other travelers where you’re going.” “Women are just as dangerous as men.” “Set up camp before three o’clock and never in the dark.”
Abraham-Hicks’ main message is that you attract what you focus on. So, as you expect, I’m really freaking out and focusing even more attention on not focusing on human trafficking, vehicle theft, organ thieves, drug residue on bathroom countertops, rapists hiding on hiking trails, purse-grabbers steeling items while I pump gas and so forth to the extend that I’m thinking about it even more so!
“You’re picky about the car you drive. You’re picky about what you wear. You’re picky about what you put in your mouth, be pickier about what you think.” -Abraham-Hicks
It was Friday morning (at 2:30 am) when I started composing this post and the main thought rolling around in my head was “I’m screwed!” if this Law of Attraction stuff really does work (which I know it does). As a matter of fact, I paused the YouTube video I was listening to to write this installment of my journey after Abraham-Hicks stated that manifestation comes down to two words: inclusion and exclusion. Inclusion – I would like to include. Exclusion – what I would like to exclude. Abraham then followed up the statement with, “There’s no such thing as exclusion.” What you give your attention to is what you’re directing yourself towards. “The more you attempt to exclude, the more you include it.”
With all this fear being showered on me like candy at the fourth of July parade, how it is possible for me –or anyone– to enjoy myself anywhere? Have I attracted a colossal number of reasons to prevent a joyous adventure?
As for the man in the van, a couple hours passed and another vehicle towing a camper parked in the next site to him. He got out and joined a female companion. He was sitting there watching and waiting for her to arrive. That innocent man has no idea how I feared him because one more person sent me a very fearFULL and convincing video about human trafficing.
What ever happened to the days when we shared travel ideas and points of interest when we found out someone was going on vacation? Have the days gone by when conversation started with, “Oh, you’re headed to New Mexico? Be sure to check out the Gila Cliff Dwellings and the City of Rocks. If you’re in central New Mexico, you have to visit the city of Truth or Consequences. It has some really cool shops and a hometown grocery store with a butcher that slices the best bacon.”
I would like to thank the sweet, kind, compassionate woman who sent me the video. I’ve known her for over forty years. She is the type of person that would unconditionally hand her jacket to someone who appeared to be cold; it’s not in her DNA to harm anyone or any creature for any reason. What she provided me was a huge lesson on discernment. My reaction is a choice I unconsciously/consciously make.
On Monday morning, as I walked back to the camper from the campground shower, Jeremiah whispered, “How do you wish people feel when you walk away?” Such a wise (divine) young man.
“Every time I feel fear, I’m being called to love more.” -Anita Moorjani
So now do you get it? The warnings we share, even with loving intentions, creates a ripple affect. Whether intentional or unintentional, how do you wish people feel when you walk away?
Can we go back to talking about the good in people?
Is it okay to share a conversation about how fun and exciting it is to travel to unfamiliar locations?
Is it possible to end the war on adventure?
“A belief is only a thought you continue to think; and when your beliefs match your desires, then your desires must become your reality.” -Abraham-Hicks
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