You Deserve Financial Distress (?)

I was looking for something in my file cabinet today and pulled out this faded scrap of paper. I instantly remembered writing this on the beach at La Jolla Califo
ia, many years ago.

It was a dark period financially and emotionally too. I needed at least $20,000 within the next month just to get caught up. Things seemed to be going wrong all around me.

I was in a rut. So I went to church on Sunday, something I hadn’t done for some time. The minister’s sermon, which I didn’t know in advance, was, “You Deserve Financial Success.”

Now, I’m not a very religious person within the man-made religions, but am a big time believe
in God and prayer.

The latter I have treated like a forgotten relative at times. The former, an exercise that I know works but for some reaso
I fail to do for periods of time.

So, that Sunday I marveled at my excellent timing and maybe even prescience for showing up at this particular church in San Diego, which was over 150 miles from my home.

I had driven there on an impulse that morning because I especially liked the preacher, Terry Cole-Whittaker, and I needed some spiritual sustenance. I probably passed 500 churches on my way there. Why there?

There was a prayer box in the lobby. So I filled out my slip with a prayer that described my need for $20,000 within four weeks.

After church I drove to LaJolla, where I sat down on one of the most beautiful beaches and views in the world, and worried.

I thought about all that had gone wrong. All the mistakes I’d made. I focused on my lack of consciousness that led me to this place.

Then I heard a voice behind me that said, “You deserve financial distress.”

It was if all other sounds, the oceans, beach goers, helicopters and the breeze all stopped. Just that voice from someone right behind me.

I whipped around to see . . . nobody. At least nobody close enough to have said that so clearly to me.

I turned back quickly towards the ocean. All sounds were up full volume

again, the kids, the surf, the laughing and my heart pounding.

That voice was so real, so vocal, right in my ear. And what did it mean?

Something else that was weird too. Though the voice was so absolute, yet I had no sense of it being male or female. But the words echoed through my mind and seemed to be bouncing right into my soul.

I shivered a moment in the warm air. Once I settled down, it took awhile, I began to think about it.

The minister said I deserved financial success. The voice said I deserved financial distress.

I walked for awhile, not seeing or hearing the beauty or sounds around me. How could I deserve financial distress? I wondered.

I walked back towards the village and stopped in a convenience store where I bought a writing pad. Then to a little cafe overlooking the beach.

While I don’t hear “voices,” I know that I’ve been directed in the past to do certain things. I know it was always my choice, and if my Intuitive Click was strong enough, I usually followed it.

So, I began to doodle on the pad. This process will often help me create an idea or find an AHA! I recall writing this first page, like a cover page.

“You Deserve Financial Distress (?)”

Then, on the next page I wrote the question, “Why do I deserve financial distress?” As soon as I wrote the question mark, I wrote this; “Because you had a choice. Distress or success. You chose to distress. So, you deserve what you choose. You always do. That’s the gift.”

Distress as a gift, I thought. But then, no, that’s not the message, the gift is choice. We always have a choice.

Not just in what we do but how we react before and after what we do. The gift is how we use our control mechanism. Do we act and react as a victim or do we product as a positive force for good, ours and that of others whom we touch?

In an instant the worry left me. I had a sense of completion of that “need” for $20,000 more dollars. Had I given it much critical thought I would have doubted it all.

What, no more worry? Completion? No stress about it?

Thankfully I didn’t think much about it.

Within days I got a new consulting client. The fee was $20,000 exactly. The previous events didn’t even hit me until I had the contract and check in my hands!

But all of this was not the lesson. The lesson was that I had to relea
the real lesson over and over. I have a choice. Every decision has a consequence, good or bad. Our subconscious is the driving force.We are the programmers of our subconscious. So, we can reprogram anytime, right?

I’m seeing stuff today from gurus and others in the Law of Attraction (LOA) work about “effortless success.” I’m sure they don’t mean no work needed, just effortless in mind and spirit.

It’s true. It can be very difficult to drop the “armor” of worry and distress. Somehow, those feelings almost seem protective. That’s like saying Heroin is okay for you because it makes you feel so good.

Maybe those feelings of “negative comfort” are God’s little test for us? I don’t know.

Of course, it’s not just financial, it’s all success from relationships to how we deal with our daily lives.

We deserve what we choose. So, if you’re not happy with what you’ve been deserving lately. I have a couple of ideas.

Here’s what I know. It worked for me then. I forgot about it, went through the same cycle later. Rediscovered it. It worked for me again. I forgot about it again. Recycle time, ad nausea.

So, today, when I discovered that single scrap of paper. “You Deserve Financial Distress (?)” it brought back that episode from when I first wrote it.

Now, here we are today. I relea
this lesson once again and share it here because that’s what I think I should do.

It’s so simple, I have to wonder why it was so difficult to maintain.

Now, thanks in part to you, I think I know how it will work better for me and for you. I’ll simply share this in a bigger way.

No other agendas. If this resonates with you, then I’m doing service. You can pass it on too. Let’s just keep reminding one another and pass it on.

Long ago I learned to listen to my intuition or my "Intuitive Click." I also learned what happens when I ignore. it.