 There’s really no difference between a soulmate list and any other manifestation list.
I usually start like this: “Great Spirit, my Angels and Spirit Guides, please help me manifest the following…” Then I list anything and everything I can think of that describes what I want to manifest. For a soulmate list, I’d be careful not to go into too much physical detail, because what if tall, dark, and brown-eyed is your type, but the ideal partner for you is someone who’s blonde and blue-eyed? That actually happened with me and my (now ex-) husband. We used to laugh about the fact that had we met in a bar, we would never even have talked to each other because we were not each other’s “type.” You want to write your list using positive words and keep it in the present tense. I.e., not “I’m gonna find a man who’s not a bully and doesn’t treat me badly,” but “I am now with a man who is strong but gentle and treats me like a princess.” (Adjust for desired gender and attributes, obviously.) But be careful what you wish for! I made some initial blunders while writing soulmate lists that backfired in ways that seem pretty comical now… back then not so much. You can read about them in my free special report, To The Highest And Best Of All Concerned. At the end of your soulmate list, you want to add my Karmic Protection Clause, “To the Highest and Best of All Concerned.” This will prevent you from becoming a victim of your own stupidity (which I learned the hard way). I recommend reading (and rewriting) your soulmate list often. Keep it for at least 21 days and then put it into a drawer. I often burn my lists to “activate” them and release the energy so Spirit can do His work. And make sure to visualize a lot during the period where you’re re-reading and re-writing the list. Try not so much to visualize what your future SO looks like, but how you feel when you’re with him/her. ***************** My soulmate list had 72 bullet points, and my ex matched 70 of them. I manifested him within three weeks. That is, I had known him before, but we'd never spent any time together. After I wrote my soulmate list, we ran into each other, and it turned out that I had just broken up with my boyfriend and he had just broken up with his girlfriend. So we started hanging out as friends. A few months later, we got together. I moved in with him three weeks later, and we got married three months later. We were married (and for the most part, quite happily) for 15 years and have a wonderful kid together. Even though we’re not married anymore, we’re still best friends today.  When I met Mother Mary, the most amazing thing was that at the time, I neither had a Catholic background nor was I a practicing Christian (though I did believe in Jesus).
And the occasion wasn't what most Christians would expect either: She appeared to me during a Tarot reading I was giving to a client, of all things. (Another memorable experience of God’s presence is described in this blog post.) The client was a sweet, middle-aged woman named Rosemary who was the epitome of childlike innocence. The session was really more psychotherapy than Tarot reading, but that was okay; I was used to it. She told me the story of her miserable childhood, how she’d been emotionally and physically abused by her schizophrenic mother and had grown up functionally illiterate, which she still was. One day, Rosemary said, she had a vision (she called it “a dream, only that I was awake”) of a glowing book floating in mid-air in front of her, and she saw that it had her name on it. Something told her that she was supposed to write a book. She despaired over this (for her) overwhelming task, but she did it anyway, painstakingly looking words up in a dictionary and putting them together over many months. She said she cried the entire time because it was so hard for her… but finally, she self-published a booklet of poems… poems of peace and love and war (this was during the first Gulf War). She got a chance to read the poems to audiences. Once word got around in her hometown, local churches and libraries started inviting her to do readings of her poems. At one church, she had a captive audience of over 500 on Christmas Eve 1990. “There were so many people starting to cry when I read that poem,” Rosemary said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I felt so bad that I made them cry. That’s just not right.” Her naiveté stunned me. “But you weren’t making them cry in a bad way,” I said. “They were crying because your poems touched their hearts. That’s a good thing.” She looked at me quizzingly as if she wasn’t sure whether I was being serious. She said people were suggesting she sell the book, but she didn’t feel that taking money for it was right. So whenever someone insisted on giving her money, she’d donate it to the local animal shelter. She began to mail the booklet all across the world, receiving thank-you notes from the Vatican, former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright, the United Nations, former British Prime Minister John Major, and Congressman Jesse Jackson. One time, Rosemary had one of her poems translated into Croatian language and sent it to a man at a Balkan refugee camp whose name she had picked out of a newspaper article. She never heard from him, but three years later, she received a letter from a girl in Croatia. The girl’s grandfather had died, stated the letter, and his family who browsed through his belongings found Rosemary’s poem that he had kept neatly folded in his wallet, the paper yellowed and worn from frequent handling. “My grandfather used to read that poem to us kids in the camp over and over,” wrote the girl. “I just want you to know that he genuinely loved you. He said you were his best friend in the world.” By now, I was curious about those poems and their powerful impact on people. I asked Rosemary if she had one with her, and she agreed to read it to me. The words were simple and childlike, the rhymes didn’t always match perfectly—but there was something so magical about them that I had to hold back the tears. During our reading, Rosemary did her share of crying too. Even though her schizophrenic mother had treated her with great cruelty, she cried for her poor soul “who must have been so confused and desperate to do things like that.” She cried for the abandoned and abused animals in the world… and she cried for all mankind. Suddenly, something shifted, and she started glowing from within. (I mean that literally.) I could only see a vague feminine shape through the golden glow, that of a woman in a hooded cape like Mother Mary is shown in. I had no doubt that I was in the presence of the Divine. The figure radiated a powerful energy of compassion, love, and kindness—to a degree that I have never seen in any human being, and so can only describe it as “otherworldly” in its intensity. The only other time in my life I’d experienced something remotely similar was during a mediumistic session with a friend who channeled Mother Mary. When the session ended, I refused to take Rosemary’s money (later, I said to my coworkers, “Would you charge God for a reading?”). I’m sure Rosemary wouldn’t object, probably even be thrilled, if I shared one of her poems here. Here it is: JUST LIKE YOU Daddy, why ya gotta gun? Are you gonna shoot someone? Does the enemy have an army too? Do they have guns, just like you? Are you gonna shoot those men, Who are just like you? *** Daddy, do they have little boys too? And, and do they live in a house? And have a wife just like you? Daddy, will she cry if he dies, Like Mommy would for you And what about his little boy, What’s he gonna do? *** Oh Lord, how can I answer All this, to my son When I’ve always taught him To be kind to everyone Because they’re Just Like You.  I’ve had a lot of personal encounters with the good, the bad, and the ugly. What I’m saying here comes from first-hand experience as well as anecdotal evidence from others, so here it goes, for whatever it’s worth.
You may wonder how this fits into the Law of Attraction topic, but in my opinion, it's a very important part of manifestation and the nature of reality. As they say, to be forewarned means to be forearmed. I think that evil spirits benefit from the fact that most people don’t believe they exist. They can show up in the shape of human beings or otherworldly entities. They have minions everywhere. They will hit on your weaknesses and try to worm their way into your energy field. In our scientifically enlightened day and age, even many Christians don’t believe in Hell, Satan, demons, etc. anymore. They think it’s all some kind of metaphor for the evil residing in the human soul. That is incorrect. I know for a fact that true Evil with a capital E (I call it the “Dark Side”) exists. I’ve seen it. Over the years, I had some quite unpleasant encounters… at times due to my own stupidity… at other times because once you try to “wake up” and raise your vibration, you become a beacon in the night, so to speak, and evil will make an active attempt to seek you out and turn you. Here’s the good news: The Dark Side can’t force you to join it. It has only three ways to make that happen:
I’ve had some very close calls in my life, and I thank the Lord and my Guardian Angels that they’ve been protecting me from the Dark Side’s manipulations. So, let’s look at all three of the categories. 1.Scaring the living crap out of you and thus weakening you. I experienced direct attacks on me in two hauntings that were about seven years apart. The first one started via me stupidly making a Ouija board-type device and trying to “communicate with the dead.” This was followed by a month-long haunting that left me half-crazed and sleep deprived. It ended with the entity manifesting in the form of a dark cloud in my apartment and attacking my solar plexus chakra. In another experience, a guy who appeared to be extremely friendly and helpful kept warning me of a woman who was a competitor of sorts. He kept insisting that she was an evil witch and wanted to do me harm. She did look kind of witchy and was the jealous type and not very nice, so I believed him. After keeping at it for weeks—including telling me how to protect myself from her—he offered “to do something about her” for me. I realized later on that he, not she, was actually the witch. If I had agreed, out of fear, and let him harm this woman on my behalf, the Dark Side would have won. This same guy once dropped his mask while I was hanging out with him. It was as if he was overtaken by another entity—there was literally another face superimposed on his own—and he said in a different voice: “And there’s a commitment to be made… it’s only a small commitment, but once you make it, you can have anything you want.” This, by the way, is the Dark Side’s line: You can have anything you want. If you ever hear anyone say this to you, in whatever context, turn and run the other way as fast as you can. If you fall for it, you may have taken the first step on a downward spiral from which there’s no coming back. Which brings me to item #2… 2. Tempting you with things you really, really want. When I lived in Sedona, my greatest wish was to be able to stay in the US forever. The very day a rather nasty immigration lawyer told me that my chances were practically nil to make that happen, I met a guy at the local brewery. He was a really strange type, much older than me, with two different-colored eyes, but back then, I met strange people all the time, so what was new? He said he felt we knew each other from a past life, that he’d been waiting for me his entire life, and that he’d be willing to marry me. He even gifted me money to have my car repaired. Even though he creeped me out, out of sheer desperation I agreed to at least get to know each other better and “see where it would lead.” It’s a long story, but in a nutshell, I ended up spending some time with him, which culminated in a day trip to Flagstaff with him to meet some of his friends. At that point, I was already determined to blow him off because he annoyed the hell out of me. On that trip, though, it got much worse. It turned out that… a) he was completely insane b) he had a loaded gun in the car c) he was trying to bind me to him via some bewitched amulet d) his friends were a bunch of satanists whom we were going to have a BBQ with. I felt sick to my stomach and like I was literally in danger of losing my soul. I prayed and prayed and prayed for the Great Spirit and my Angels to save me… and they did. They actually talked to me on that occasion, telling me what to do to get out of this situation alive and in one piece. It wasn’t all in my head, either: I later heard from a friend that this guy had physically and emotionally abused and psychologically broken at least one other woman, to the point that—previously a bubbly personality—she ended up near-catatonic and had to be admitted in a mental ward. After this experience, realizing what could have happened, I vowed to only get married for love, not for convenience. Less than a year later, I met my (now ex-) husband and we were married for 15 years, most of the time quite happily. 3. Taking advantage of you being a moron. In Sedona, I knew loads of “spiritual seekers” and “lightworkers” who tried their hands at channeling, raising their vibration, communicating with their spirit guides, etc…. but never even considered to protect themselves or question where their "ethereal contacts" were coming from. They were so gullible that when they made contact with a spirit claiming it was the Enlightened Master of the Eternal Lodge of Holy Canolies, they’d just take its word for it and happily offered to be a channel (i.e., letting the entity use their body, which I don’t recommend for anyone to ever, ever do). Even “famous entities” like Seth or Ramtha may not be as benevolent as they seemed. Consider that they occupied the bodies of their channels for their entire lives after first contact. So was the symbiotic relationship really about improving the world, or was it a convenient way for these entities to enjoy fun times in a physical body? Reportedly, Seth liked to drink red wine and smoke the occasional cigar… a warning sign that points to a hungry ghost, i.e., an entity who craves the physical pleasures that its disembodied nature normally denies it. And Ramtha… I once attended a live session with J.Z. Knight and Ramtha, and when she started channeling him, the atmosphere became so thick and dark and toxic that I had to leave the room. I can’t even begin to tell you how stupid it is to willingly hand over the use of your body to some spirit you know nothing about. Even if it tells you it’s your beloved granny, these things lie all the time. Trust nothing you hear from them. As a cautionary tale on channeling, I recommend the book The Siren Call of Hungry Ghosts by Joe Fisher. The author, by the way, died very young. Until the end, he was convinced that the channeled entities were hunting him down and trying to kill him. He ended up “accidentally” falling off a cliff. Oops. (Warning: This is not for the tender-hearted.) Of course, these three categories of evil infiltration could probably be broadened, but I think they’re super important to know about. Once you’re aware, you can arm yourself psychologically, emotionally, and spiritually, and avoid falling into the Dark Side’s traps. I wish you all the best in staying on the “right-handed path.”  For successful manifestation, it's important to control your negative thoughts without suppressing them. There’s a technique to do that; I call it “Shutting up your inner nag.”
Condense what you want to manifest into one short sentence. Then write this sentence into a journal or notebook over and over. Pay attention to the negative thoughts that come up and write those down too. I recommend writing by hand because that connects you straight to your subconscious. It could look like this: I am now in a happy relationship with a woman who loves and appreciates me. Really? I am now in a happy relationship with a woman who loves and appreciates me. O come on now, who are you kidding? You’ve never had one happy relationship. I am now in a happy relationship with a woman who loves and appreciates me. You mean like the last one where she dumped your ass? I am now in a happy relationship with a woman who loves and appreciates me. You’re a worthless piece of sh** and you know it. I am now in a happy relationship with a woman who loves and appreciates me. You don’t deserve to be loved. I am now in a happy relationship with a woman who loves and appreciates me. What could anyone appreciate about you? … And so on. You write and write until the inner nag runs out of steam. It may take two pages, or 10, or 20… but it WILL happen eventually. At some point, your inner nag simply doesn’t have anything left to say. So you write that nice affirmation one more time… and you’re the winner. It works really well—and it doesn’t make you feel like you’re suppressing your negative thoughts. You give them a voice and just let them blabber on until they’re exhausted. |
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