The Role Negativity Plays In Manifesting

Is wrong to tune into your ‘negative’ thoughts?

When manifesting, people become more aware of their thoughts, of the words they speak and the way they think about themselves, and so they become very, very paranoid about what many address as ‘ negative thoughts’.

Of course your words have power, of course your thoughts have power and of course the way you think about yourself is powerful.

You are a powerful, divine being!

You are a million to one in a lifetime chance of being yourself, being in this time and space and being blessed with the talents, world view and ability to share joy to others. You are a unique being.

And with great power, comes great responsibilities.

So yes, you do need to be aware of your thoughts, words and actions because they are all working in conjunction to send signals to the Divine Spirit that’s only job is to give you what you demand.

Think of the Universe/ Holy Spirit as a benevolent God that is totally whipped for you. They want to give you every single thing you want, but here’s the catch.

They have to wait for you to tell them what you want ( free will and all that) and they have no real understanding of good / bad, their language is one of energy and the frequency of which that energy vibrates when it reaches them.

So if you’re feeding your fear based state, you’ll get more problems, more reasons to stress to F out and more of all the things you say you don’t want.


Because that’s all you’re thinking about, all you’re talking about, all you believe and expect will follow you in your life.

So you look for evidence that you are NOT going to make it, and you obsess over it. When asked what you don’t want, you know those answers better than the back of your own hand.  And let’s be honest, we’ve all been in this state for years. All learnt to maneuver around life based on the things we fear ( that’s how we survived).

And that’s also the reason when we do get the things we want, they happen in such a way that it further feeds our fear addiction, our stress and they do not stay good for the length of time they should.

So to move from a fear based state to one of love, so that you actually start getting what you desire , want and are being called to have, you have to do the same thing you’ve been doing with fear, but with love.

So you focus on the things you want,  love the feeling of them, you understand that they will come ( same as with fear, when they do), you find evidence that your life is awesome and moving in a direction of awesome and you allow yourself to connect to you more.

To truly move, you need to address those same ‘negative emotions’, and to do that, you have to tune into them.

They are not here to hurt you, but to feed what you allow them to. They are here to test, to challenge and based on your reaction, your ego ( a vital part of your subconscious personality and the vessel through with the Universe/ Holy Spirit protects you) will continue to feed your thoughts to help you stay safe. This will manifest as either more fear or a feeling of confident intuition.

So no it’s not at all wrong to tune into your ‘negative’ thoughts or emotions. In fact what you should do is allow them to come into your mind, analyze them and listen to what they are actually telling you.

To help you with that, I’m gonna give you an exclusive exercise taken from the Level Up Journal Prompter, where you face your feelings and understand what they are actually telling you.


Tune into you right now and just be. No distractions, no interruptions, just be one with your thoughts and breathe as you are guided to, slowly and deeply.

What is an emotion or thought you are resistant to feeling or thinking.

Identify it. Look at it. Is it ultimately true?

What is present underneath that emotion?

Look at that. Is it true?

Feel your way through your various emotions, noticing the stories you’ve been telling yourself.

Observing what you’ve been telling yourself about your life or goals that do not feel good.

Become aware that these are all concepts and ideas that can be shifted.

What idea, concept, or story would feel better than the one you have been telling to yourself?

Take a break for 10 minutes a day at least and focus on the good feelings and thoughts that are now allowed to surround your happy goals.

Journal on your findings. 

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Alee’s Chronicles: The Last Straw

On a whim, Alee allowed the Instagram stories of the people she followed to cycle through, idly watching their motivational quotes, memes, and some of their activities as they slid by. It was a harmless activity, something that fed her need to be distracted.

Then Bam!

Disaster struck and she was hit hard as her eyes collided with a young face, happily and boldly peering out at her.

The young woman was smiling in the filter edited photo, her pretty face blissfully unconcerned about the damage she was doing to Alee.

As unexpected as it was to see this face she should not recognize, she reasoned that it really had only been a matter of time before he would want to let the world know how lucky he was. It makes Alee’s brain go off the rails and her once shattered heart, fractures a little.

The camel that was her shaky recovery collapses against the plushness of her pillows, under the weight of this last straw. The unexpected blow hurt, but it hurt for none of the reasons others would have found acceptable.

These photos of her smiling face denoted that life really was not black and white, that villains did have good luck and luxurious comfort and that victims could stay drowning in pain for years, climbing the slipperiest and most treacherous of hills – Mount Inner Healing.

Flopping back on the bed, Alee allowed the phone to fall from her hands, and started laughing.

Of course this would be the thing to push me closer to the edge.

Of course this would be the pathetic thing to bring all my failures to the fore.

The truth of it was that she didn’t care about their budding relationship, if she was brutally honest she had never cared about the relationship, only how it had broken the trust and respect he and Alee had shared.

Only how the more she unwittingly got slapped in the face with how time chose to pass, seemingly having no qualms in leaving her behind, even as she tried with all her might to move faster and faster. And got nowhere.

Her tired brown eyes, stared up at the ceiling, glazed over as her thoughts broke free and began to rampage.


In an attempt to avoid dealing with them, she left her room and turned on Netflix on the Smart TV in the living room.  The characters moved, said their lines, tried to emote and her thoughts could not have cared less.

They would not be silenced, nor pushed aside. She could feel them tugging at her physically, thrumming at her heart. Could feel them mowing down her good mood, devouring it like so much ice cream on a hot day.

Sighing, she turned off the television with a frustrated push of a red button, pulled herself up off the couch and mindlessly sought refuge outside of the house.  She chucked her reading glasses and mobile on the dining room table as she passed by, in search of her flip-flops.

Before she knew it, she was outside, being ignored by her cats as they converged on the steps, ready to start aimlessly walking. Walking always calmed her when her thoughts became too loud and too much for her to handle.

The sky a vast expanse of midnight blues, with scattered twinkling diamonds and wispy, cotton ball shaped clouds, called to her.

They urged her to stop running, to breathe in the chill air, sit on the wall of the house’s patio and give in. So she did.

She allowed her thoughts the freedom they were battling for and flinched as they scorched her.

“You are a failure,” it zipped around like the cars in Fast and Furious movies around her head in loops. Suddenly the lines of her palms were supremely interesting. She could not even feel the cold of the stone she sat upon, even as it sank into her thighs. “Today proved that everything you do sucks. You have failed at life,”.

Idly, Alee wondered what it would feel like to simply cut her wrists and watch the red spill over and out, taking the thoughts with them. She felt like crying, she was sure her eyes wanted to vent as well, but they did not. They simply settled for aching.

“You have nothing. You’re unhappy and you have nothing. You failed.”

She took a deep breath and made herself keep going, made herself look at the sky and the constellations. Allowed the imagery of them mocking her to fill her vision. Allowed herself to wonder why she was the only one being punished and how she could be better in the future.

The thoughts were right, she had to concede that, she had failed in what she wanted for herself. Her store had sold a grand total of unimaginably zero items. She had zero real love interests, her friends circle was about to take another cut and she lived with her parents.

She had no prospects no matter where she looked. She had no money, no means of making money that she could truly say she enjoyed, and even if she did find something not terrible,  the money earned would take at least 2 months before she could spend any of it; she was exhausted.

She thought back to the young woman’s photo on her ex’s social media and felt crushed. It felt as if he was winning in the break-up race and while that thought pissed her off, it also added more fuel to her pity party. Added more fuel to her deep loneliness and worry that she would remain stuck forever.

“Sometimes, I just want someone to hold me. To want to hold me and keep me safe and not try to touch my nipples while that’s happening,” she whispered to the wind.

In the dark corner of the garden, a toad shifted surreptitiously. It was high on the opposite side of the fence, poised as if to dive into the garbage pile there.

“Bet you never have to worry about failing as a toad, eh, Mr. Amphibian,” at the sound of her voice, the toad froze, scarcely breathed, waited for her to go away. She remained, watching him pretend to blend into the dark, “Wonder if you know how to human right…wonder if you can tell me…”

She stayed outside for a while, listening to the neighbourhood settling down and then made her way back inside, where she took a nice hot shower and continued to contemplate her life.

“ It’s not that I wish him or them bad, it’s that it has been two happy years for them and I wish I could say the same for myself,” she muttered as she lathered the yellow soap in her hands into creamy white suds.

“It’s that I feel as if I fell off-track and no matter how much I try to get back on and feel the rhythm, I just can’t seem to,” she began to lather her body, allowing the soap to cleanse her of her grime, the stress and frustrations of the day and hopefully if she scrubbed hard enough, the dark thoughts as well.

The warm water sluiced down her body, punishing in its intensity, steam rising and while it stung, it also felt so good as it shooed the retreating suds away. The more she focused on the water, the clearer her mind became and she felt strong enough to finally push back a little against the swelling, dark tide in her mind before it could truly pierce her heart.

“So what that I’m failing? So what that nothing has worked out even remotely in the direction I had been praying it does. I’m still here. I can still do this. I can mope and I can wait and cry and then I can clear my head and get right back on to trying again,” she said stepping out of the shower and walking to her bedroom, fluffy towel wrapped securely around her voluptuous body.

“I’m a work in progress and yeah, so right now everything feels off. That means that I can heal it, make it better and open myself to new things. I want to be happy. I want to be ready for Alpha and my abundance. It’s taking longer than I thought, but I can still keep going.”

She stood infront of her full length mirror after closing her bedroom door and flicked the towel from her body. Under the intense scrutiny of her own eyes, she looked at her body. It was imperfect and barely symmetrical, yet it was healthy, the smooth skin glowing, the muscles underneath beginning to tone and flex.

She was a work in progress and healing sometimes meant crying, raging and moping, but it also meant that after you stormed, you got back up and rebuilt.

“I am beautiful. I can do this and I’m strong enough to take it one minute at a time,”

She fell onto her bed and stared at the ceiling, letting the wind dry her skin and the first tear to slide down to her nose.

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The Art of the Breakdown

If you’re lucky it’ll strike when you are at home, in a quiet space alone. If you’re doubly lucky, there will be a nice glass of wine on the table next to you when it happens.

However, if you are in anyway similar to me, it will strike out of the blue and wherever it damn well wants to.  It will start with a weird desolate sensation in your heart and spread to your stomach, which will trigger the need for emo music, a tragic sing-along and will end in your brain feeling fuzzy as your heart seems to throw up and tears squeeze themselves out of your eye-sockets.

It will feel like a compulsion and your body will straight up call mutiny in its impulsive need to betray you. There are no commands that work to halt the roar of the emotions that will come to the surface and unleash themselves in an insane bid to embarrass you or to plunge you deeper into the despair.

The despair is the safe part.



what aWAITS YOU:

Going on the ride of the emotional breakdown of an emotional dam.

How this can be very different for everyone, but the characteristics that remain the same regardless.

What keeps us in this down feeling and how to resolve it, so you can boost your mood again.

When this particular type of breakdown crests and falls, what was behind it usually.

Advice on how to survive the onslaught and tips for deaing with the aftermath

Exclusive exercises that can help you get through this process