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The Meaning of It All
from the May2009 Star Beacon
by Ann Ulrich Miller
The Magic of Manifestation
an incredible adventure I’m having this spring. In late March I
flew to Colorado for the Aztec UFO Symposium, March 27-28. My
friend Niara Isley invited me to stay with her in Durango, Colo.,
and my intention was to look around the Four Corners area and
decide where I should live.
March came in (like a “lion”), I started feeling frustrated
because, although I’d had a few house showings since January,
things in the real estate world had slowed considerably and fear
crept into my mind — What if I don’t sell my house? My
“plan” last fall had been to move to Colorado in the spring. If my
house didn’t sell, how was I going to be able to accomplish that?
The more I fretted, the more I began pushing away my goals.
nights and dragged-out days were no fun. I realized I was blocking
myself with worrisome thoughts and, even though I was praying
hard, I wasn’t allowing the results to manifest. I had to step out
of the way.
On the spur
of the moment I decided to take action and get rid of the
unnecessary junk in the garage that Ethan’s sons didn’t want. I
felt “nudged” to hold a garage sale, so went to work sorting
through everything and setting up for a weekend sale on Friday and
Saturday, March 13-14. Past experience with yard sales had been
disappointing. It was a lot of work and people hadn’t turned out
because of rain or some other reason.
was committed when I placed ads in the local papers. I had to do
everything myself, which was hard in my weakened state of reduced
energy due to grieving and lack of sleep.
of the garage sale, however, I was up early, had coffee made, and
delivered road signs two hours ahead of my scheduled opening time
(9:00). Early birds arrived around 8:00. Actually, two guys had
dropped by Thursday afternoon to check out what I had, and I
didn’t begrudge them a preview because they bought a bunch of
stuff and promised to return the next day — which they did.
were customers streaming into my garage — mostly men, because I
had advertised tools, generators, hunting supplies, etc. — and it
was a delight to watch their faces light up as they rummaged
through my carefully organized tables. They reminded me of kids in
a candy shop. Some of the men stayed for an hour or more, paying
for things and carrying arm loads out to their pickup trucks, only
to return again and again for more.
I unloaded a bundle of stuff and was pleased with the bit of money
I made that day. But the best outcome was yet to come into play.
An older man
asked about the house, which was for sale, and he told me his
in-laws were looking for a home in the area to buy. Could he walk
through the house? Well, it wasn’t a formal showing and things
weren’t exactly in show condition, but I let him into my house. An
hour later, he returned with his wife, and we walked through the
His wife was
excited and said her sister-in-law would contact me, but a couple
of days passed and I didn’t hear from her. Then the woman called
to say they were coming to see the house the next day — would I be
there? The time was set, and I called my real estate agent.
afternoon was gorgeous. I wasn’t too surprised when I heard from
my real estate agent the following day that an offer was expected
on my house. I was busy getting ready for my flight to Colorado
the next week, but felt the possibility might exist that I’d be
“house shopping” while there. This thought excited me and inspired
me to study my growing list of Colorado properties and arrange
dates with a couple of Realtors, one in Durango and one in Pagosa
Springs. I focused all my attention now on buying the right house
in Colorado. I held the thought that this would happen — and I
knew in my heart that it was going to happen.
I flew into
Durango, tired and sore with a throbbing headache that Tuesday
evening. Three flights in one day is no picnic. I wondered how I
was going to have the energy to get into my rental car the next
morning and drive to Pagosa to look at houses. Niara was also
trying to sell me on relocating to Durango. She pointed out all
the benefits of living in a larger city, plus the likelihood of
finding a good job. I thought Durango was okay, but ...
morning I drove Highway 160 east toward Pagosa. Halfway there, the
energy hit me. Oh my God — this was Home! Tears welled up and I
cried the closer I got, with the beauty of the mountains, the
Ponderosa pine, Chimney Rock... there was no doubt in my mind that
I needed to live in Pagosa Springs.
I spent that
day looking at about a dozen properties, all in the Pagosa Lakes
development, and ended up going back to the first house we’d seen.
I guess I knew even then that I’d be coming back in a few days to
put an offer on it.
But to be
fair, I went out with the Durango Realtor on Thursday and looked
at homes in Durango West and Bayfield. I really think he knew that
my heart was set on Pagosa, but what a sweet man he was to tell me
things an ordinary agent probably wouldn’t disclose. We spoke of
personal matters as well and I found out we knew someone in common
back in my neck of the woods in Ohio. Such a small world it is,
before heading south to Aztec for the UFO conference, I got a call
on my cell phone from my real estate agent in Ohio, with news of
the offer on my home. I accepted it, already knowing what the
offer would be as we’d discussed it at the showing. I was
ecstatic, of course.
night I attended the Meet ’N Greet dinner at the Aztec conference
and met some new friends. Niara and I shared a motel room and she
was naturally a bit nervous about giving her talk in the morning,
so I did a chakra balancing on her and we turned out the lights
early. Out of respect for her, I didn’t even read in bed. Instead,
I laid awake for an hour or more, my mind whirling with all the
wonderful events taking place around me — the prospect of moving,
new friends, being back in attendance at UFO conferences — my
energy was high.
something happened to me. I was sleeping when I woke up,
paralyzed, aware of a presence. If you’ve ever experienced night
paralysis, you’ll know that it’s not a comfortable feeling. I
struggled with it and fought it off, and then dropped off to sleep
once more. Later, it happened again. Only this time there was a
“black blob” pressing against my right side. I could feel the
weight of it. I tried to yell out, to scream at it and regain
control. Finally, I heard my voice cry, “No! No! GO!!” And the
black blob hurled away from me and disappeared into the window
next to my bed.
At that point I was panting, shaken, and afraid to fall back to
sleep. I wasn’t really frightened because I don’t think it was
there to harm me. I prayed and surrounded myself with protection.
This happened twice more in the night, but at least the black blob
didn’t reappear. When I told Niara about it in the morning, she
said she’d heard me cry out but didn’t know what she should do.
spent attending the five lectures at the UFO conference. I told
some people about my experiences at lunch. It felt wonderful to be
able to share such things with like-minded folks. I felt myself
“opening up” and becoming something more than I was. It felt
wanted to squeeze in time to visit my son Ryan, his wife Trish,
and my grandson Vorian in La Jara, I decided not to attend the
Dulce conference on Sunday. Instead I drove to the San Luis Valley
and had a wonderful visit with the kids. Vorian and I bonded that
visit. Looking into his blue eyes, he and I “knew” who we were to
each other. I can’t wait to be there permanently, where I can see
spent the evening with my friend Norma Jean Foust in South Fork,
and on Tuesday I drove to Pagosa Springs and planted some roots. I
opened a bank account, got a mailing address, and wrote up an
offer on my chosen place. The offer was accepted immediately!
night Victoria Liljenquist held a party in her home on Lake Pagosa.
She had invited a lot of lightworkers to welcome a couple of us
who want to move there. It was also a belated birthday party for
Victoria (March 22). I met a lot of great people. Earlier in the
day I had met Judy Horky in the coffee shop. We’d become e-mail
pen pals after I read her book, EarthShift (see the review in
TSB, March 2008). Charlotte Goodwin and her husband Don were
was leaving on an early flight the next morning, Niara and I (in
separate cars) left the party early to drive back to Durango. The
sky was filled with cloud ships! It was awesome. I’d never seen
that many cloud ships (UFO saucer shapes draped by clouds) in one
place. Victoria is notorious for “calling in” the ships.
The energy I
felt as I drove back to Durango is indescribable. I think I sang
the whole way back. My heart was filled with joy and celebration
because I knew I’d found my spiritual home at last.
In a reading
with Robin Campbell just this week, I discovered that the cloud
ships in Pagosa Springs the night of March 31 were a “welcome.”
She also said that the “paralysis” I’d felt in Aztec came about as
a means of awakening me. It wasn’t psychic attack after all, but a
sort of “bump on the head,” to give me clarity and understanding
of my mission.
then, things have come to me that confirm that I am on the right
path, and the manifestations in my life continue to build and
accelerate. It truly is awesome.
By the time
you get this newsletter in your mailbox, the movers will be here,
loading up my furniture for the trek west. Niara Isley is flying
out to Ohio to meet me after a short visit with her family, and
together we are driving back to Colorado with my dog Ranger and
experience in Ohio has ended and my real work is just beginning.
Whatever that is, I am allowing Spirit to guide me and use me for
the highest good. The Star Beacon will definitely continue,
and who knows in what direction it will expand?
manifestation process is very exciting once you grasp hold of the
concept and understand how it works. Just wanting something and
praying for it is not enough. You definitely have to feel it —
envision it — and if you listen to your heart, it will guide you.
Ann Ulrich Miller is publisher of
The Star Beacon. In September
she lost her husband and soulmate. Read the whole story in her
newly released book, Throughout All Time, A Cosmic Love Story.
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