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Always in Allowance

The measure of success — “What is the criteria to measure my success in this physical realm? Is it the marks on the chart, the measure of money, or the one who dies with the most toys...? Who decides the measure of success?” And we say, the amount of joy you have allowed yourself to experience is the greatest indicator of your allowance of Energy and success.

Whenever you selfishly want to feel good, you are the most extraordinary contributor to your time/space reality. Most think that if you were allowed to selfishly choose what you are wanting, that then you may choose things that would be detrimental to another. But, when you are so selfish that you reach only for what feels best to you — which means you hold yourself in concert with your Source Energy — you can only add to in a very powerful and positive way.

When you are feeling the Energy of Source flowing through you, when you are demanding that you Set your own Tone and that you hold yourself always in allowance of Source Energy — you are an enormous (successful) contributor.

Abraham-Hicks

talk about what u want

When you talk about what you want and why you want it,
there's usually less resistance within you
than when you talk about what you want
and how you're going to get it.

When you pose questions you don't have answers for,
like how, where, when, who,...
it sets up a contradictory vibration
that slows everything down.

Abraham-Hicks

an emerson poem

The wings of Time are black and white,

Pied with morning and with night.

Mountain tall and ocean deep

Trembling balance duly keep.

In changing moon, in tidal wave,

Glows the feud of Want and Have.

Gauge of more and less through space

Electric star and pencil plays.

The lonely Earth amid the balls

That hurry through the eternal halls,

A makeweight flying to the void,

Supplemental asteroid,

Or compensatory spark,

Shoots across the neutral Dark.

Man's the elm, and Wealth the vine;

Stanch and strong the tendrils twine:

Though the frail ringlets thee deceive,

None from its stock that vine can reave.

Fear not, then, thou child infirm,

There's no god dare wrong a worm.

Laurel crowns cleave to deserts,

And power to him who power exerts;

Hast not thy share? On winged feet,

Lo! it rushes thee to meet;

And all that Nature made thy own,

Floating in air or pent in stone,

Will rive the hills and swim the sea,

And, like thy shadow, follow thee.