Where Epiphanies Come From

You may know that I’m the Queen of Ideas, the Brilliant Former of 1000 Theories, but these are not cheap, dime a dozen thoughts each of my ideas and theories is hard won. Rather than dandelions that pop up out of the soil of my mind willy nilly, mine are created from intricate connections – the solidifying and falling into place of patterns between things I’ve seen, known, learned, experienced and stored up for later use (trust me, there’s a lot of crap in this here noggen to inter-connect between).

For the last two weeks or so I’ve had a handful of conversations, learning moments & thoughtful silences that have been feeding an epiphany machine (the epiphany machine is like one of those huge, old fashioned, room sized computers it lives in a corner of my mind and constantly processes and churns through things – it is the background noise of my life). It’s working on a very specific idea, or maybe framework; it’s not finished yet, but outside circumstances have pushed me into talking about this, the half-formed epiphany.

It’s All Because Of Oprah

It’s only a coincidence that so much of what I’m thinking can best be explained by tidbits I’ve seen on Oprah’s Life Class website, but hey, why not ride that theme out.

Due to the nature of my Epiphanies it’s always hard to know where to begin, because they themselves have little to no coherent beginning point, but for our purposes I think I shall begin with will-i-am from Black Eyed Peas (side note: did somebody name him that, is it a nod to Dr. Suess, what’s up with that name? Oh wait, I just got it… never mind).

While watching will-i-am explain why he decided to pay off the mortgages of two families in desperate need one thing I’d been chewing through myself clicked into place. He said:

I just want to be able to create, make music, and help people. And not wait for a big natural disaster, but look at the things that are happening right now and, you know, doing this – is it going to leave a dent in my life? It wouldn’t. But it’s going to help somebody who really needs it. So it’s something that means a lot to me… Like, why not? ~ will-i-am

I knew that he was saying something there, something about, not just my generosity practices, but also the living of my life, and how to use the platform that I’m building. Because yes, my business, my blog, my social media, newsletter, and anything else I make and distribute are all a platform: an extension of my Self into the world – into your world.

I Think I’m Getting Ahead of Myself

One of the things my epiphany machine was chewing on was a magazine called Positive Thinking. While it was founded on the ideas of the Science of Mind & Power of Thought books that fuel the Law of Attraction movement, the magazine itself never had that sickening, sing-songy voice that tells us to think positive thoughts at the expense of truth or wholeness.

Instead it was a tiny magazine packed full of things guaranteed to make you think happy thoughts.

It was beautiful. Uplifting. Positive.

I looked forward to every issue. It was a platform to happiness.

Of course, it’s also defunct. Guideposts magazine stopped publishing it. I guess happiness and joy aren’t big sellers.

What If You Had No Idea Who I Was?

What if you didn’t know what I did, or why I was in the room with you. What if you hardly understood the words I was using and your experience was hanging on the precipice between understanding that you and I are separate and knowing that we are one and the same.

What if the only thing you knew about me was how I was making you feel in this precise moment?

What if all you could recognize was that ball of energy I’d brought into the room with me: my bad day, my pity for you. Or, what if you could actually see snippets of my thoughts?

Would you want to be in the room with me if all you knew was that I was furious (at who, or what, or why who knows, who cares that doesn’t change the energy in the room) and that waves of my anger and frustration were washing over you, were carrying you away. Were all you knew of me.

Would you want me there with you? Or would you send me away?

Would I want to be with you if that was all I knew of you right now?

This happens to us – is happening to us – all the time. We are constantly pushed and pulled and drowned and influenced by the energy that others bring into the room with them; it’s just that our minds don’t normally recognize the fact. My Energy Clearing work has made this fact abundantly clear to me, though I suspected it years ago.

But Jill Bolte Taylor, who was in that exact place of remembering nothing and feeling everything when stroke damaged her left hemisphere, said it best. She said that she wished:

People would just take responsibility for the energy they were bringing into the room with them.

That’s it. Be responsible for the energy you bring into the room with you.

I think of it as being Present to Who I Am Being in the world.

All of this is still coalescing into something, it’s talking to me, it’s a neon sign jumping and pointing and incessantly working for my attention. I can feel it refining itself, refining me: coalescing into something brighter, something larger.

And it began, really began to take shape, because Oprah mentioned a moment of epiphany that changed her show from the average talk show (the fascinating blended with the controversial) into a vehicle for Joy, Epiphanies, and A-ha’s.

There are all kinds of levels of purpose

There’s your personal purpose, there’s the fulfillment of who you are in the world: that’s why I do the work I do. Why I offer the services I offer.

There’s also the larger purpose of taking hold of your life lessons, of being the best You you can be in the world. I’m lucky enough that my work also encompasses this purpose for me too.

But there are other purposes. There are purposes shared on larger levels – by each and every one of us – and one of those purposes is very much about forming the world we live in by choosing the energy we are going to birth and foster in our lives.

Do we want to feed morbid curiosity? Or encourage lively imagination? Do we want to increase rage and frustration over injustice? Or do we want to feed hope, and belief in the beautiful soul within each of us? Do we want to live in a world where the joyful, positive publications are forced to close their doors while the gossip mongers start – yet another – title?

What do I want my Life & Work to be a Vehicle For?

What do you want your life and work to be a vehicle for?

I’m still working out the how’s, and the stage, and the implications, but I’m sharing it in this raw form because last week I received a message – out of the blue. A new friend wanted my help. His friend had been diagnosed with a (possibly malignant) tumor, and to go for her much needed surgery she’d need $5000 for the down payment on her operation (and more just to survive her recovery time – which will be unpaid).

He wanted to know, could I help? Could I spread the word? Could I give a little.

This came in the middle of my Epiphany machine’s macerations. In the middle of me planning and preparing to officially launch Two New Services. And a decision was made.

I shall help. You shall help. I shall help you, by sharing my awesome-ness – and you shall help Daniel, help Jaqui by buying my new services. Everyone gets, and everyone gives. We shall create a great circle of paying it forward.

Introducing: The Limitless You Quickie & Energy Clearing

The Limitless You Quickie is a great way to get an answer to one question, to try out my way funky and way out there techniques, to get a taste of – a little roll in the hay with – moi! It’s a 15 min video session (instead of a 90 min live one) for less than $20. Woot woot! Interest piqued? Swing by the page and get ready to Want (and to buy)!

Energy Clearing is a service I’ve been offering to my full session clients for some time now. It’s an elegant and simple energy healing work that removes blocks & stuckness and opens your life back up to what needs to happen. It pulls away veils, it let’s your light shine brighter and helps you breath easier. It clarifies, balances, and creates flow. It’s quietly powerful. You really need to go read more about it (and get your session booked NOW).

Both services are extremely affordable and worth probably two or three times that. I kid you not. (And I’m not biased, I get cleared too people – A. Maze. Ing.)

Buy either a Quickie session OR an Energy Clearing between today and November 20th and 50% of what you pay will go right to Jaqui (via Daniel)

(The time limit is because Jaqui’s surgery is on November 22nd.)

That’s right peeps, as a special launch, and to put action to my desire to work exclusively for and to promote Joy – especially in real world, feet on the ground, right now ways – to actively choose who I am going to be in the world I’m going to give half of any of these sessions you purchase away.

Because cancer treatment isn’t something you should have to figure out how to afford.
Because it’s good.
Because it’s right.
Because I can.

My Big Fat Obnoxious Goal: $500

$500 given away and a ton of clients helped, opened, brightened, glowing. That feels joyous to me.

Want to feel joyous too? Buy a session, make a difference, have a difference made in your life too!

What makes you feel joyous in the world? How are you being (or not being) responsible for the energy you are bringing into the room?

I want a new car; I mean I really want a brand new, spiffy car. I’ve been dreaming about having a new car. Whenever I drive somewhere I imagine myself in my new car, I ponder new color choices, I weigh the pros and cons of each car I could get. I even have a short list:

• A VW Beetle – my dream car since childhood (I blame the punch buggy game), but it’s so expensive.
• Or, oh, oh, a Mini Cooper – my adult dream car. We were at a British Car Show earlier this Fall and all the Mini Coopers…. Eshcush me whilesh I mops up all thish sdrool. But even more expensive than my Bug.
• I could get another Smart, but then we’d have two tiny cars.
• My most practical dream is a Mazda 2 – small, peppy, a nice ride and reasonably priced. It’s not my dream car, but I like them.

I hardly ever think about the car I own right now.

My little, white Aveo was once my dream car; it is the first car that was truly mine. Brand new. I had just gotten my license (yes, in my late twenties – teen moms don’t have money for frivolities like vehicles and licenses) and this car was entirely mine.

I remember the day I picked it up. Whipping around the corners and steep hills on the back way home my heart sang and I flew; the wind tore by ripping joy straight up through me and into my (all mine) beautiful car.

Freedom. Adulthood. It was all mine.

Things, I felt certain, could not be any better; there could be no greater proof that Life wanted to bless me.

But time wears on, the hamster wheel of life sucks us in and things return to just being things. My car is no long glorious in my eyes. It’s dirty (a car detailing is definitely in order), crammed full with two camping chairs, empty Starbucks cups, a hammock, my son’s zip up sweater, a book my sister borrowed and returned, stray pages from tarot class lessons, and even more empty Starbucks cups.

My passenger side is as likely to be a garbage can as to have room for a passenger’s feet. The steering wheel is shaking and the gas tank door won’t close (I broke the little door when the latch got stuck one day).

Every time I walk towards her and see that little door swung open my heart drops and I think: “I want a new car.”

Why is it we so easily lose appreciation for what we have?

Where did the joy of driving around with windows down, sun roof open and music cranked go? Now my driving mantra is all about how someday I’m going to get a new car.

Then, last Monday, I had to be somewhere. I was leaving slightly early; with just enough time to whip there, grab a breakfast sandwhich and get to my meeting on time.

Except. My old, white, open gas tank, Aveo didn’t start.

Turning the key elicited only an empty whir, whir, whir noise; a turning that never caught. Pumping gas or not, holding the key, turning it off and trying again. Fuck! Nothing.

And I had a sudden realization. I needed this car.

Here I was, a one hour walk away from a 30 minutes from now appointment I couldn’t miss. And it was raining. I didn’t have time for any option but this car; the one I had disdained, ignored, and disrespected in my head and heart every day that she faithfully took me where I needed to go.

I remembered another thought I’d had a few months ago: How do you get a new car when the one you have works fine and you can’t afford to justify new car payments? Except that you suddenly have no choice but to get a new car.

In my experience the Universe rushes in to give us what we focus on, but it does so through the natural vehicle of our lives and I had a vision of a smooshed car providing me with an insurance payment. Or now, simply of an engine that refused to work for me, simply wouldn’t turn over one more time.

That wasn’t exactly how I was hoping to get that Bug/Mini/Mazda.

I’m a believer in Dream Casting – in throwing our vision out into the Universe and slowly reeling the reality into our experience – but I’ve recently been brought face to face with the fact that stewardship of (and appreciation for) the dreams I’ve already brought into being is as, if not more, important as a constant casting outward.

My future Bug/Mini/Mazda will be gloriously exciting, but this little, white Aveo is still my first car; racing me vs. the wind around twisty roads, dancing and laughing with the speed. Still a peppy little engine – my freedom. For that, and for getting to appointments on time, and being able to buy a new rake (because it won’t fit in my husband’s Smart car) and carrying groceries and my beautiful boy from one place to another I am freshly grateful.

What are you disdaining, ignoring, or disrespecting that is deserving of a little fresh gratitude? What’s your “new car”?

p.s. I did make my appointment on time. I called my husband, panicked, did an Energy Clearing on the car and… she started! She’s worked beautifully since, maybe because of my new-found need and appreciation for her.

Welcome to the brand, spanking new (still smelling a little plasticky) Mini Me Q&A video series… This puppy has been in the works (aka rolling around in the back of my mind) for months now, but thanks to the wonderful inspiration of Erika over at Morning Whip I finally got off my ass and did something with it. And you are going to be so glad I did!

The Mini Me Q&As are this funky idea I had where I get to talk about my favorite things (oh… face reading, five elements, me, you, that kind of stuff), answer your awesome questions and show off my sheer brilliance. It works like this: 1. You send me your questions (what does your nose mean, why I’m I too scared to take the leap even though I really want to, how can I feel more confident, does this mole on my nose mean something… you get the drift). 2. I answer them. In really fun videos. With real photos and advice and everything. 3. You get to enjoy the videos.

Cool idea right? Let’s test the theory, here’s video #Uno.

Prudence Wants to Know…

How do I read a face anyway?

Well that’s a great question Prudence, because it seems most people have no freaking idea what I mean when I say I read a face. They think I’m reading their lines, or maybe their expression (they’ve been watching way too much Lie to Me) – when what I do is so much cooler than that.

No, really, it is.

To prove it, and to give Prudence the low down and dirty on her question, I made a little movie that explains just what I’m looking for (and the kind of stuff I find) when I read your face. You’re going to love it.

Yep, it’s official: my work is totally awesome.

Got a question? Something you are dying to know? Need some quick advice, wondering why your bff behaves a certain way, or maybe it’s more intellectual (like Theresa who was wondering what kind of repercussions there are to businesses who use photos of other people and say that it’s them… hmm… maybe that will be the next Mini Me?). Email your questions to megan @ limitlessliving . ca and I’ll crank out a super cool and highly informative Mini Me – then we’ll both be famous!

(And hey, no question is too weird – this week I got to tell Kelly why her nose bleeds every season change. Yep, there’s actually an explanation for that! If you don’t ask I can’t tell you.)

It was grade seven; the beginning of middle school. My first time with a locker. My schedule pasted up inside, it felt so grown up

It was waiting (anxiously) for breasts to come in and periods to start. (My poor friend was the first to get breasts, I was so jealous, but she was harassed horribly on the playground.)

Twelve was my first “boyfriend” (we never even kissed), his friend coming up to me on the bus to tell me he liked me. (And then later, him calling to tell me he liked someone new – right before our big date to his party.)

Twelve was the beginning of independence – I stormed out from a fight with my mom telling her I was

running away to become a prostitute

(my version of “none of your business”) because I’d heard the line in a movie and liked it.

It was my first babysitting job; I had a weekly stint, I was so proud to be employed (and have money to spend on potato chips and pop at the bus stop).

It was New Kids on the Block (I bought a Joey doll) and posters for wall-paper. I funded those bopper magazines.

Twelve was a broken heart, hurt feelings, “babysitting” (aka primary caregiver to) my sister, it was best friends, way too much homework, watching the boys playing touch football on the playground and learning new magic tricks between classes.

It was straddling the edge of little girlness and young womanhood. It was pushing outward, with a safe place to return to when I needed it. It was practicing flying without really leaving the nest. It was rushing back into girlhood whenever I needed it. It was one of the last times I felt safe and sure.

Do you remember 12?

It’s time we make sure that twelve is all of these things for girls everywhere. Cause there were lots of things twelve wasn’t and it wasn’t time for me to grow up, it wasn’t time for me to leave school, it wasn’t time for me to look at a committed relationships (or bearing children).

It wasn’t time for my life to end.

Watch the movie. Visit Girl Effect. Blog. Take a stand for 12 year old girls everywhere, because girls are going to change the world. Help them do that!

Give 12 a new legacy: Beginning.