Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Tilt.
While in Daytona, Â Maggie Â Shayne Â reminded Â me Â of one of the earliest lessons I had in magickâ€”structuring realityâ€¦also known as manifestation. Â Itâ€™s not that I had forgotten it. At this point in my spiritual path, itâ€™s inherent in everything that I do, but I needed to be reminded of the process, how things move through reality, from the spiritual realm to the mental/emotional Â realm to, finally, the physical realm that most people think of as â€œreal.â€ Itâ€™s the process of coming into being as most of the human race understands â€œbeing.â€
The dream that I have for my life has moved through the first two Â of the three phases but has not yet manifested in the physical. I can see it clearly and Iâ€™m moving toward it, birthing it into being. To manifest fully, it can- not skip these steps or go too quickly.
I realize, too, that my best relationships Â with men in the past two years have been only in the first two phases, never coming Â into the physical. Â One or two may have been intensely emotional (the Â mental realm) for me but they never came into form in such a way that Â could be touched Â and Â defined Â by Â anyone Â other Â those Â involved. Lack of physical manifestation does not make it any less realâ€”it can be a spiritual Â reality and an emotionalÂ realityâ€¦it simply hasnâ€™t become a physical reality.
Some things in life, as they manifest, take a long, long time to move through each of the phases. By the time they reach the physical realm, Â theyâ€™re more likely to be long-lasting because theyâ€™ve been so fully Â shaped Â in the spiritual and mental aspects.
Other things move too fast in the first two realms and come into the physical very quickly but with no substance to go with their form. Those are the men I meet who instantly â€œpoofâ€ out on me.
But this Â seems Â to Â be Â the Â week Â for Â men Â physically manifesting around meâ€¦or not. I can feel the swirls of masculine energy as Spirit tries Â to find a companion for me.
There was the man who seemed to have all of my criteria and yet was otherwise committedâ€¦or Â at least, the woman in his life thought he was committed. Poof!
The second Â man Â to manifest Â in the past Â week Â is a â€œdishyâ€ Â doctor my neighborâ€™s Â been Â trying Â to introduce me to for the past six months. Somethingâ€™s put me off in the pastâ€”intuition, Â I suppose. Â Iâ€™d heard all Â about him: mid-thirties, cute, smart, productive. So far, so good. Recently divorced. Okay, good, at least no apparent wives hidingÂ Â inÂ Â theÂ Â shadows.Â Â NoÂ Â girlfriends,Â Â thoughÂ Â my neighbor said he was dating Â (translation: Â sleeping Â with) lots of nurses in their twenties who were impressed with his doctorhood and pay potential.
What sounded like a great idea to my neighbor manifested into something Â entirely different, Â something Â that just went â€œPoof!â€
Funny what a man will say when heâ€™s been drinking. As it turns Â out, â€œDr. Dishyâ€Â couldnâ€™t Â afford a quarter- tank of gas to get to the restaurant, Â let alone dinner. He acknowledged that he was an alcoholic who lost his temper hourly, saw his kids only once a year, preferred escort services to anything emotional, was two years behind on child support, Â and was in debt up to his Â eyeballsâ€”not from the three ex-wives or child support, but from gambling.
He had the image of success all around him, and he probably impresses the other docs at the golf club restaurant with talk about his practice, but his sheen of success isnâ€™t even skin deep.
The third manifestation this week was a man I met in a rather unusual way. Actually, we never even met physically. Just on the phone and by email. It was one of those things where a business conversation with a man a couple of hours away turned interesting and we exchanged con- tact information. He even sent me a picture and we talked about Â having Â coffee next time heâ€™s in town. The photo was recent, supposedly, Â and he looked quite dapper. He looked sort Â of Â James Â Bond-ish Â in a tux Â at Â a military/ community service fundraising gala. I was sort of wary (intuition kicking up again) and, since he and I had talked about his new business, I checked out his website.
Since that photo, probably 10 years ago, heâ€™s changed significantly. I donâ€™t mean a little padding or gray hair. I meanâ€¦major body modifications. Not by age or time or diet, but by his own hand. Itâ€™s still himâ€”I recognize the eyesâ€”but the physicalÂ changes Â are startling, enough Â so that I would feel deceived if he showed up in a cafÃ© looking that different from the photo he gave me.
But itâ€™s more than thatâ€¦itâ€™s discovering Â the link on his business Â site to his personal Â siteâ€¦and things about his personal life that are substantially different from what heâ€™s presented to me already.
On my powerwalk with Shannon, she asked what had happened with these three guys and I explained, including how the last one had flaked Â out Â on me. Then, after an off-topic Â conversation Â about the1970â€™s Â origins Â of terms like â€œflaked Â out,â€ Â she said, Â â€œMommy, isnâ€™t that Â funny? Three men manifested out of thin air and all three were illusions!â€
Yes. Theyâ€™d all moved quickly into what most people think of as reality, but none of them were the kind of real I was looking for.