For months now I've consciously been working on attracting an abundance of what I believe would serve, support and nurture me.  The journey hasn't been totally snag-free (I take full responsibility for that) and I trip up every now and then, but I know that happens when one is reclaiming One's Power and unlearning lifetimes' worth of limiting attitudes and behavior.

Imagine, if you will, how shocked I was when I read one of the things I got in the (snail) mail today: it was from the ambulance service, trying to scare me into forking out $60 a year for membership because, as they claim, "somewhere there's an accident with your name written on it".  It goes on to say how you might think you're young, healthy, careful, and lucky, BUT (at least this is what I perceived their message to be) everyone will have an accident that will cost $5,500 in ambulance bills, and it might take you months to recover from injuries and the last thing you need is to worry about how to keep the money coming in to pay the bills, and oh, what about your poor family, blah blah blah...

I was so incredulous and utterly shocked, I felt the blood rush to my head until it hurt.  How dare them send a bunch of lies to my mailbox!

I know it's absolutely up to me how to interpret the world within me and around me, but if that isn't scare-mongering, I don't know what is.  Some people might disagree and say one never knows when one will be in an accident or have a terrible dis-ease, but I believe I attract and am responsible for everything that happens to me - both the good and the seemingly not-so-good.  That's my belief, and rest assured in your comfortable little nook that I won't even dream of ramming it down anyone's throat.

I tore the letter (after I got a whiff of it, of course - yes, I could be so nerdy: I love smelling books and paper in general), which was some sort of booklet that reminded me of pop-up books from kindergarten because it had some fancy cut-out areas and colorful images on it. Tore it good so that my name was not on any piece of paper with crap on it, and off to the recycling pile it went. Come to think of it, I have a mind to burn it: I always make sure my greenhouse gas emission is minimal, so I figure I have allowance to burn some tiny pieces of paper in some sort of release ceremony every once in a while.

Maybe that piece of junk mail was a reminder of my progress - how much (or less) I have gone away from the conditioning and mass hysteria that produce scared little robots.  Maybe it is a reminder of how much work I still have to do to help myself and, somehow, every being I encounter along the way.

I am conscious of the Divine Power within me and around me, lovingly guiding and protecting me.  I am always safe.  All is well in my world.

And so it is.