A Child’s Dream
My first manifestation also developed my relationship with the cosmos. This taught me that the cosmic energies do give us what we want, and that they are benevolent. We just need to learn to speak to them. The story goes way back.
I was five, and I wanted a dog — but it seemed impossible to get one. This was more than a whim; somehow, unlike other things I had wanted, it stuck and grew until it turned into a dream. At night I fell on my knees and prayed that I may one day cuddle a puppy to sleep. It was my first great wish in life, and I had the energy and confidence I needed to act: I spent my days asking mom and dad for money to buy books about dogs, and I studied every breed and imagined myself as a dog owner, socializing, training, and washing my puppy.
By the time I was eight, I had become a skillful debater, parrying mom’s rebuffs about being too young (but mom, I will learn!) or about it being impossible in a small flat (but mom, there are small dogs!) or about dog hair (but mom, yorkies don’t even shed!) …
I cried and pleaded and refused their stuffed dogs and other substitutes. This was my dream, and it would happen, whether they said it can or not.
I was eleven, an eternity had passed, when mom vanished out of the house on Christmas morning. When she came home, she carried a trembling ball of fur snuggled in her arms. He wore a green ribbon around his neck and had buttons for eyes.
How the Cosmos Speaks to Us
That same day, mom and I sat down at a café, and she told me there was something unusual about the dog. She had found a lady who bred yorkies and had selected the one she liked —but he had been a little older than the rest, five months, so had already been given a name. Pancho. What a strange name for a dog, and what a coincidence that his new owner’s name would be Pani. She had been all too unsure about the purchase, but this urged her on. She inquired more about him. She opened his passport. His birth date was the same as mine. When I set eyes on him, I thanked God. He was my first big wish come true. Good on me for not giving up.
Synchronicities often align us to our path. They are like a nod from the cosmos, reminding us of the divine order of things. So often we veer away, out of fear or doubt, trauma or outdated beliefs, and sometimes we just stall until we get a wake-up call to create the life we were truly meant for.
This was my earliest and one of many introductions to the cosmos. It showed me that there are patterns in our universe, and when you ask in the correct way, they speak.
The Importance of Dreams
Twelve years later, Pancho passed away. The dream ended in tears. All I had left of him was a squeaky seal toy.
His passing deepened the feeling that dreams may not last forever, but that while they do, they hold the light of life, and that without them, we cannot be whole.
This is the stuff of the work I do: marrying the pure desire of a child’s dream with your adult skillset to create something fulfilling, and truer.
If a part of you is dormant or paralyzed in a life out of alignment, it need not continue that way. You are captain of your ship, and you decide when and how its awakening will begin — perhaps it all starts with a conversation?