Natasha - The Artist

On February 1, 2008, I wrote a post about feeling guilty for making money. The more comments I got, not just on my blog but also from people I know, the more I realized A LOT of people feel some form of limitation around making money.

In my post, I mentioned The Secret and how positive thoughts aren’t enough to help you get what you want. I wanted to elaborate on that. In The Secret, they mention that you must believe in your positive thoughts in order to obtain what you desire. I think they don’t stress that enough. Positive thinking is definitely the first step to your dream, but if you fall into a pattern of “I almost got it, but things turned sour again”, ask yourself what beliefs are preventing you from moving past that barrier.

Throughout your life, you ‘acquire’ beliefs based on different experiences. Whether it’s something you heard, saw or lived yourself. For example, you might associate money with being bad after hearing about terrorists and how they use plenty of money to fund their activities. Or it could be that your parents worked long hours or two or three jobs in order to make enough money to survive, so you might believe that to be rich you must work 100 hours a week.

This is something you do subconsciously, most of the time. Just think of how many experiences you have lived in your life and what beliefs you could have developed along with them. 

If you have a belief that having money means you are bad, then why do so many rich people do good in the world? In the opposite, you might believe you are not good enough to have money. If so, then why was Saddam Hussein rich? That’s the first step in breaking those limiting beliefs — looking at them in a different light.

Sit down with a pen and paper and list all the beliefs you have around money. It might seem difficult at first. It was for me, but after listing two or three beliefs they started pooring out.  Then, examine them one by one and ‘ridicule’ them, like I did above. Once you do that, rewrite your beliefs to remove the limitations. For example, a belief such as “I will become greedy if I have money”, could be rewritten to “I am and will be generous with my money”.

You can change your life to what you want it to be, despite what a stranger, friend or parent might say. You are the one controlling your life. Yes, controlling. Your thoughts control your life. If you want money, think and believe money. It is not a sin to want money and to be abundant; it is not greed if you choose not to be greedy; you deserve to make money; you don’t have to work until you’re burnt out to make money. Think of how much good you could do with that money and you will feel better about it. And if you want to do good with a lot of money, start doing good deeds now without money, today. 

The way you think and live today will bring more of the same. If you feel abundant with what you have right now, you will attract more abundance. About a year ago, I wrote myself a cheque for a big amount. It was dated my birthday this year. On that day, I happened to glance at my cheque and saw visions of everyone and everything in my life and I suddenly got this overwhelming feeling all over my body. I felt like a millionaire. I let go of that million dollars because I already had it. I felt true happiness - the kind that comes from the gut. Since then, only good things have been happening. That’s the key: to let go and let things happen. To experience happiness in everything you do.

Never forget that you are the one person who can choose what to think, say, and do. Those thoughts, words and actions are the creators of your life. Let go and you will be free.

I am a filmmaker… I am an inspirational filmmaker… I am an inspirational filmmaker in the making. Oh, how to begin this post.

I am a filmmaker. I am currently seeking the right people and the money to create an inspirational feature film.

About two years ago, I saw a girl on a city bus. Our car being repaired, I took the bus to work — which rarely happens. I sat quietly, observing people coming in and thinking about the day ahead, about their family, money problems, their ex they wish they hadn’t broken up with… I thought to myself “wow, I should take the bus more often, I see so much”. Then I noticed Abigail. The bus full and no more seats available, the teenage girl was standing near the front. She was inside herself, wondering why life was giving up on her, why she was in her body not being able to be happy. She didn’t look at one person in that bus, from fear of being judged or… from fear of meeting that one person who can tell her who she really is.  How I wished at that moment I knew how to help her find her heart.

I took out a notebook and started writting about her. I wrote about how she finds herself, how she fulfills all her dreams. I wrote about the people she encounters on her path and how they help her discover who she is, how she falls in love with herself and her heart. I wrote about how she discovers happiness and how she is guided to her ultimate future.

Today, two years later, my notes have become a feature film script. I have fallen in love with Abigail and all the characters in her life, as they are all a part of me. They ARE me. The movie is me, not about my life — but who I am at every moment.

I know this film will be made and will be successful. Abigail will inspire people, teenagers especially, to follow their heart and their instincts. Every time I think about Abi and the movie, I am attracting the right people for this film — I feel it in my heart. An example — Jessica wrote a comment on my last post, inviting me to visit her myspace page and listen to her music. I cried when I heard the first note. She is the one. She will create the music for Abigail. I invite you to be mesmerized: http://www.myspace.com/jessicaleiathompson.

If you want to see this film, I invite you to comment on this post. The more people demonstrate interest, the more the right people will be attracted to be a part of it.

Much love,
Natasha
xxoo

I am sitting at my computer, working away. As you know from previous posts, I work from home. I live in the suburbs, so it’s very quiet during the day, since most people around work in town. I can usually hear a pin drop.

This morning, after driving my daughter to daycare, I came back home to work and was greeted by a slew of spirits. I feel stared at by a few dozen pairs of eyes. My shoulders are constantly getting goosebumps. I am hearing voices and objects are cracking around me. I feel like people are flinging by me while I sit still. It’s the first time that ever happens to me.

I don’t yet know why this is happening now. I don’t know why these people are here. I’m not scared of them, but I’m scared of what this might mean.

I’ll keep you posted when I find out what they want.

I had an interesting visit from a lady last night. I had just gone to bed. After writing a few pages in a journal, which I rarely do, I turned off the light and was trying to go to sleep. I started sensing someone coming in the room. I looked up to see if it was my husband coming to bed, but it wasn’t. Instead, my attention got drawn to a woman of about thirty to forty years old. She was dressed in a pretty off-white cotton blouse with long sleeves and frills, and she had an ankle length brownish skirt. Her hair was brown, in a bun with a few strands falling down to frame her face. 

I was repeatedly seeing her neck break and her head falling to one side. She was lost and scared. I sensed she died around 1922. Then, I intuitively saw two men dressed in black suits with black hats. They were driving a black car — looked exactly like a Chrysler Six (I looked it up). I could see it following a dirt road, with a mountain on one side and a cliff on the other. The car stopped. The two men took the woman out of the car. Margaret, her name was Margaret. She was kicking trying to free herself. One man put his hand on her mouth, he took his other hand and swung her head to one side to break her neck. He then threw her over the cliff. I could see her falling from above, as if I was looking at her through his eyes.

I rarely meet souls that have been dead that long. It’s a little difficult to tell them that there is a big chance their loved ones are already dead and on the other side, especially when that’s what they are holding on to… The hope to find their loved ones. I explained to her that if she went to the light, she would find her loved ones on the other side. She left my room. Unfortunately, she hasn’t gone through the light yet, I can still feel her around.

Sometimes, trying to convince a spirit to go through the light is as much a challenge as trying to convince a living person to follow their heart.

Well, my very first video post. Enjoy.

For the longest time, I thought life was simple. You are born, you live, you die. While you live, you go through joys, sorrows, pains, fears, love, sadness,… then you die. For the longest time, I also asked myself the question: “why?”. Why am I scared when I am by myself? Why is that kid bullying me? Why am I attracted to that person and not the next one? Why am I taught that God forgives everything but if I dare sin, I’ll go to hell? Why are some people poor and some rich? Why am I hurt when someone tells me something but the next person feels nothing upon hearing the same words? Why do I believe people expect so much of me? Why am I capable of raising kids when I don’t have all the answers? Why do things go right when I want them to, and they go wrong when I believe them to? Why am I happy one moment and sad the next? Why do I live in Canada and not in Irak? Why am I in this body? Why am I here?

When you ask, the Universe responds. But only when you choose to listen and accept the answers that are given to you.

I had been asking myself the ‘why’ questions for many, many years, but had yet to receive answers, so I came to the conclusion that I would know everything only when I die. That’s what I thought, until I realized I wasn’t ready to know the answers. I was too caught up in my life drama, in my head, trying to figure things out. There’s nothing to figure out. When I started letting go, accepting ‘what is’ without judging whether it’s good or bad, I started getting answers to my questions. I could ’see’ the answers, but only when I got out of my mind, free of thoughts, sitting in my soul.

We are so afraid to miss a beat that we constantly fill our minds and our time with what we think are ’productive images and actions’, but in reality, these productive images and actions are like white noise covering up the truth. They keep us so busy that we don’t see what’s in front of us.

I try to imagine what life was like before I knew what I know today, but I can’t see it. Or, I don’t want to see it. I’m 33 years old and I would not go back in time. Today is THE day. This moment is THE moment. There is nothing else but this moment.