I am looking forward for my day to unfold, lost cell phone

“Follow Catherine Your Source of Inspiration for 2012 and Beyond”

I have much to re-learn.  I am re-reading the Power of Intention by Dr. Wayne Dyer for the the third time.  I am looking forward for my day to unfold.  The eagerness of what is to come is so delicious and I can savor it in my tongue.  I am practicing the 7 Faces of Intention from this book.  The 7 Faces of Intention are:

1) Creativity
2) Kindness
3) Love
4) Beauty
5) Expansion
6) Unlimited Abundance
7) Receptivity

This third book in my hand now,  I bought and I gave it to this lady from Australia.  Here’s the story.

Well, I got my pedicure and I sat at the drying table, my foot propped up on this long footstool tooled with drying fans and heated lamps as wide as 5 ladies sitting facing each other with their toes drying.  Anyway I was reading and this lady beside me starts to lean over towards me to read the book with me and so I asked her if she wanted me to read aloud for her.  She nodded.  So I read aloud enough for her to hear and mindful of everyone else at the table, a natural thing for me to do.  Thought nothing of it.  Then this woman started to sob.  I was reading this chapter on this boy, Shaya, (you really must read the whole story) who wanted to be in the game but he had some physical challenges, most of the boys in school would not want him on their team, but if he was chosen to play it would give him a sense of belonging, his father thought. “In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning-disabled children.” (Be sure to see the Reference section at the bottom of this page.)

Then the story unfolded that now Shaya has a bat in his hand (his father had asked one of the boys on the field and asked if Shaya could play) and ready to bat. The team was losing by 6 runs and the game is in the eighth inning, and now he is on the field, bat in hand, at the bottom of the ninth inning, two outs and bases loaded. “Shaya didn’t know how to hold the bat properly and would not know how to hit it either, so giving the bat to Shaya at this juncture;” well you might as well give away their chance of winning. The next pitch and he misses, the pitcher sort of came closer to him so he could lob the ball softly and give him a chance to make contact with the ball, one of his teammate too came to aid Shaya and together they held the bat waiting for the next pitch, the pitcher came another step closer, lob the ball, and Shaya and the teammate, together swung the bat and there goes a ground ball. And now the crowd is on their feet, but they are shouting his name to go run, run, run, now both teams are rooting for him, they got the picture of what the pitcher was orchestrating, players running after him almost dancing like ballerinas in slow motion, (my own rendition of the scene, but you get the picture), the pitcher threw the ball on a high arc to right field way beyond the first baseman. The players are screaming, “Shaya, run to second base,” “Shaya run to third base,” the players on both side pointing and guiding him home, “Shaya run home.” Well,

“Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate, and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a “grand slam” and won the game for his team.”

“That day,” said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “those 18 boys reached their level of God’s perfection.”

So you can see why this lady besides me is now sobbing with Joy. I asked her, “would you like to take the book, please have it, really, thank you, please take it with you and read and enjoy it”. So she sobbed and nodded and took the book with her. My toes are dry, her eyes are dry, her toes are dry, everybody else’s toes were dry, the next set of ladies are taking over our seats, and with a smile on her face waved goodbye to me. I waved goodbye. The first book I lent to a friend, even forgot who I gave it too, so I bought a second one. That disappeared too, someone borrowed it. I did not get it back. So anyway, whenever I lose things, whoever has it must need it more than me. I don’t really have attachment to things. I would leave my belongings on tables and chairs or wherever my body is and I would leave or go to the bathroom and leave my belonging where it was. If I am not wearing it, I would have no attachment to it. My friends would ask, aren’t you afraid someone would take it, I would answer “No,” they must need it so they can have it. Anyway, I never really lost a thing.

I went to Las Vegas one year with a group of people and I left my cell phone in the back of the taxi that drove us to the hotel. I did not know I had left it until I was 20 minutes in line to check into my hotel room.  I started to look for my cell and could not find it.  I remembered the last time I had it was in the cab.  So I ran to go back to the lobby door where the taxi driver dropped me off. I saw the same taxi cab, same driver, and I approached him to let him know he has my cell phone.  He said he did not have my cell phone and I responded “Yes you do have my cell phone and I will show you”, I proceeded to open the back door and there it was under his seat, I sat behind him I remember.  With a big relief showing on his face, “you are lucky, I had already picked up another passenger, drove back to the airport picked up a passenger and drove back here” (in his lovely Indian accent). I said “Thank you”.  Of course, it was no surprise to me that my cell phone was there.  I had no doubt he had it. This is a magnificent Universe. The Universe is supporting me in everything I do.  I love my life!

I will tell you of another story in DC in another blog where I left my cell in back of a taxi cab, again.  Alright no use waiting I might as well share it here.  Same theme – lost cell phone.

I had just finished an early breakfast meeting and took this taxi cab to my H Street NW office in DC.  I left my cell phone on the back seat of this taxi cab. As soon as I entered the building I fumbled for my phone in my pocket.  Darn these designers of women’s suits.  I have no pockets. Men have pockets, why don’t women suits have any pockets.  I guess our hips and waistline must be smooth and trimmed or maybe I need to change my designer. Oh where oh where is Michael Kors?  Ok, I am now a bit embarrassed as this is not my first time to leave a cell phone inside the cab.  Well, as usual I wasn’t worried. I said it will turned up.  I will get it back.  I had to get a loaner phone in the meantime as I did not make a note of the cab’s name or the cab driver’s name and there was no way to track this phone.  I did not wait though. It was easy to get another phone. I always find ways to get another one.  A week goes by, nothing, no cell phone.  I was not worried. It will show up. I did not even try to conjure a story of how it would return to me. It was not my job.  It was the Universe’s job.  My job is just to be happy, expect, and receive.  Two and half weeks passed.  I got a phone call from my boss and he said there’s a taxi cab driver here who has your phone and I said, “great, could you thank him for me”, he said “Ok but he wants $25”, I said “could you give it to him please and find out why it took him two weeks”.  I text him, my business partner text him to make sure to call back as soon as he finds it. A few moments of silence as this taxi cab driver tells the reason to my boss.  My boss gets back on the phone and here’s the story.  “Well, the driver found the phone a week later when he was cleaning the cab and so the battery was dead.  It took him another week to find a cab driver with the same phone as you to charge your phone.  And he called right away when the phone turned on”.Well, alright, good story.  Please let him know how much I appreciate it”.  There my phone is back, not lost. By the way, while in the process of manifesting, I did not call people nor told the story about my lost cell phone, I did not do a blog, or facebooked anyone, because if I did my phone will be in perpetuity, unfound, uncharged, and unreturned to me.  Old as this phone was, I just saw it in my desk drawer, preserved.

Focus only on what you want and what you want you get.

Thank You Thank You Thank You My Universe

Love Live, Live Love



The story of Shaya can be found in Dr. Wayne Dyer’s book, The Power of Intention, under 2.) Kindness toward others on page 44-47.

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