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My Mistakes Using the Law of Attraction in Manifesting Love

I’ve used the Law of Attraction well and I’ve used it horribly. Ultimately all of this taught me how to get what I want. This is a very important concept to understand the creation process in your life, never mind in manifesting love.  What you attract to you depends greatly on the clarity of the images you are projecting and the state of being you are in. There is a reason I tell clients they can create and have whatever they want during their free psychic reading. However, you need to understand how the Law of Attraction works.

I didn’t know what the Law of Attraction was when I was growing up. All I knew was if I thought about a treat I wanted and asked the universe for it, I would get it pretty quickly and usually for free. Friends would be impressed when I would manifest a doughnut or apple without going to a store or even a place that would serve food.  I soon learned I could use my “power” to get free concert tickets, free sushi, and free massages.  What I had to learn though was in order to get things that were truly worthwhile, I had to put work into it.  While attracting romance was never a problem, attracting true love proved to be a great challenge for me.

 When I was dealing with my last horrific break up, I wanted love and I wanted it immediately because I felt I earned it. In my mind, my pain was enough for me to deserve it. There was no reason for me to put any more effort into it. This entitlement had adverse influence on my manifestation of love.  

My first mistake was that I wasn’t digging into trauma of my last relationship simply because I didn’t want to go through the pain. I wanted it to be over so I kept pushing down my feelings.  I thought no one would be interested in listening to me after the break up was a month old. While you don’t want to unload on people so much you become toxic to them, it’s important to be honest with those you can trust and to have a tribe to support you through hard times.  If you don’t deal with the scars of your previous relationships you are going to block yourself from receiving true love. Love can’t manifest for you until you are in line with it, and that means getting all the skeletons out of the closet and shooing away the ghosts.

The second mistake I made was that I wanted to manifest someone exactly or at least very similar to my ex.  Since I was doing that, I kept attracting shady guys or boys who simply didn’t want to grow up. I kept turning them down and fighting them off only to have a load of the same kinds of guys on my tail all over again. Mind you I got great stories out of it, like the time a guy asked me out from his car while we were waiting at a stoplight on a major highway in the middle of the night or the time a guy asked for my number because he’s also Greek and proceeded to hear how someone had to get his arm amputated because of him. Honestly though, I’d rather have a happily ever after with my romantic partner and watch chaos around me ensue as supposed to being in the middle of it.  If your relationship ended with your partner, there is a good chance that being with the same exact person or at least similar person is going to bring the same trouble.

The third mistake I made was thinking could avoid the hard work I needed to do within myself. I thought I could just skip to finding my soul mate.  Due to my psychic abilities, I knew my soul mate was in a certain town one day but I didn’t find him. I found out years later he stopped at a deli in the area while I had stopped at the metaphysical shop. We weren’t ready to meet and the universe was going to ensure we didn’t until we were both ready.  Try as you might, love will only come to you when you’ve put the self-help work into it.

Once I cleared through my baggage, learned more about love and released my desire to the universe true love manifested for me beautifully. You deserve to have what you desire, but entitlement will not make your love fall into your lap. You need to do your best. As I’ve heard many times, you need to do your best to get yourself to your goal. If you put in the work to manifest love, the universe will meet you halfway and bring your love to you. That’s how the Law of Attraction works in bringing your soul mate to you.   – Autumn

Using the Dreamscape to Navigate your Romantic Life

Explore the infinite realm of dreams to find the one you’ve been dreaming of. Makes sense right? I found this method incredibly useful while I was working through my romantic baggage and when I decided to begin my quest to find my soul mate.

For this to work, you’ll need to be open to receiving true love and information through dreams. Read up on dreams, learn techniques for lucid dreaming, and tell the universe you want to be lead to love through your sleep. Even reading this article is making you exponentially more likely to remember your dreams, what they might be trying to tell you, and being aware of them while you sleep. This will help you in attaining vital information leading you to the one. This is how dreams helped me.

I felt like shattered glass after my last break up. However in the midst of the haze I received my first dream about my soul mate, simply because I asked for help in finding him. In my dream I was in an enchanted forest. I could feel the magic in the air. Everything was extraordinarily vibrant and colors had life of their own. I was standing near a waterfall and a pool of water. There was only me and my Wiccan High Priestess friend. She comforted me and she told me the exact age I would meet my soul mate.

About a year before meeting my true love I was feeling pretty down about my love life and another dream came. This time I was standing in front of a haunted house surrounded by a sandy landscape similar to what you would see in a Salvador Dali painting. Outside with me was a high school friend of mine. She told me she knew I wanted love and I was sad in not having it. She reassured me it was coming and I just had to hang tight a little longer. After that I was happy and very willing to go into the house with her to deal with what had to be dealt with, even having fun with it.

A few weeks before meeting my true love, I finally saw his face in my dream. In this dream, we were in a children’s room playing around like kids. I couldn’t believe how good it could feel to be with someone. That was the last dream I had before we met. All of these dreams felt good and inspiring. They gave me the push I needed to keep going and everything these dreams told me came true.

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Now let me make something clear, dreaming about an ex doesn’t mean they’re your true love. Through my trial and error of the dating scene, it wasn’t uncommon for me to be dream of my ex after we split up, whether it was a strange reunion or be knocking out their new girlfriend. The last break up was different though.

I was hit hard and I was dreaming about my ex constantly. It really messed with my head and I even thought we were getting back together at one point. There hadn’t been any communication in about two months and suddenly I had an intense dream about him. I had been ignoring my break up pain since I felt people around me would be tired of hearing about it after a month. (You really need supportive people after something like this. If you notice after a break up the people around you aren’t treating you right, your first course of action should be getting better people in your life.) That was really a lot of the reason this dream messed me up so much. I felt like I couldn’t talk about it after, so it had more power over me.

In this dream I was having sex with my ex. I had grown pretty accustomed to becoming lucid so I snapped out of it and asked, “Wait, what are you doing here? This isn’t right. You left me!” He looked down at me and said, “What made you think I ever left you?” He called me the next day. I didn’t pick up, but I did have a very serious mental breakdown which was only cured after cleaning up my friendships, telling my ex I was never going to talk to him again, and throwing myself into my school work.

Before that came dream after dream. I dreamed about him either right before he would contact me or right before we’d see each other. The landscapes of these dreams varied; we’d be in Spanish towns and I’d be riding a bike or I would be trick or treating in my old haunted neighborhood. Sometimes I’d even just see his head as it told me that he’d be contacting me soon. Looking back on it, it was pretty creepy. 

The differences between those dreams and the ones about my soul mate were clear. The dreams of my ex made me feel hopeful but also hungry, dis-empowered, and lost. It was like my life was on pause and I was unfairly being forced to wait for his next move. Everything felt boxed in and I felt desperate without love. The dreams of my soul mate made me feel empowered, happy, and ready to take on what life had in store for me; even without true love to support me through it. These dreams felt wide open with a divine touch. I felt love and goodness beyond anything I thought possible. When I had asked to dream of my soul mate, the man I am with now is the one I saw in the end; not my ex.

Those are some tips to get you started on exploring the dreamscape in order to figure out your love life. If you have any questions about dreams or your romantic endeavours, feel free to ask me in your free psychic question.  –Autumn

Writing Your Own Love Story

Your life story is yours to conjure and within it you may create a love beyond your wildest dreams. One technique I found useful when I was still single was writing out my happily ever after. For years I didn’t realize how powerful the creative process was. It wasn’t until I saw what manifested in my life based on the stories I wrote that I understood the power I held in my hand and in my pen.

When I was a little girl I fantasied about being with a solider. I envisioned someone who was very serious but very protective of me. I often wrote this character into stories. However, at a very young age I began to believe there wasn’t anyone out there for me. I felt I had to learn early I was going to live life on my own. My time on earth was going to be hard and no superman was coming to my aid. Eventually I felt so defeated by this belief I stopped writing happy love stories all together.

When I give my free psychic readings, I often cover the importance of believing in true love in order to bring it into your reality. Otherwise what you’ll create instead can get pretty scary.

When I was in college I was a creative writing major with a focus on fiction. All of my stories I wrote for assignments were about people in highly dysfunctional relationships. While I definitely needed to get some stuff off my chest through my writing, these stories weren’t countered energetically with anything positive involving romantic love. These were dark partnerships set in dreary landscapes. The fights were explosive, the issues of each character complex, and sex wasn’t loving. I ended up manifesting the relationships I wrote about and it wasn’t pretty. I didn’t understand the connection between the art I made and the reality I was creating until I re-read a few of my stories and saw how they were directly reflecting my current reality. That was a hard hitting realization. After that, I started writing a new story for myself.

When I heard of using the law of attraction through the creative process, I tried to write my engagement story. I found it corny and it wasn’t genuine to the real me. Not too much ending up coming from that one. It wasn’t until I started writing myself as a character in a story that was authentic to the true me that what I wrote on the page came true.

My senior thesis was a draft to a novel. I was double major in history by then, so it was a piece set in Post WWII Japan. Most of the novel chronicled the relationships my main character Miyako, who was a Pan Pan, had with various men. She found empowerment through knowing her own beauty and desirability. She chose who to spend time with and really enjoyed getting to know people. She aspired to find stronger role models and to become more like them. At the end of the story, my other main character, Andrew is a war veteran who finds a happy marriage after years of healing and learning to let himself be treated well. I even wrote myself into the end of tale. My boyfriend in the story was a motorcyclist and a savvy mechanic. He was very in love with me too. I was my quirky, curious, and talkative self who desired to know Andrew’s story. In a lot of ways it was a novel about romantic healing. Writing it did the same for me. What happened a few months later still amazes me.

The lover I ended up with is a hybrid of the man I wrote about as a child as well as the man I wrote about in my later in college. As a child my lover had envisioned he would grow up to be a solider and almost ended up in the Navy on a huge scholarship. He chose a different path instead. He has been riding since the age of eight and was the most experienced as well as intuitive motorcyclist I’ve ever met. He has blue eyes, which I described each time I wrote about this partner in my stories. I’ve been amazed over and over again of what he can fix as well as create with his hands as well as his mind. He is indeed serious and protective, but still very fun. Everything I wrote about the lover I wanted came to be through the person I ended up with. There were other delightful surprises as well.

So yes, write your own love story. Write about the person with the hot car, chiseled body, foreign accent, fame, and fortune. But be careful what you write about, it may not be what you fully want or need. You want someone with authentic qualities. Otherwise it won’t be a fully satisfying relationship and it’s likely not to last. How about a dog lover? Or someone who loves the same hobby? Someone of courage, honesty, faithfulness, honor, compassion, confidence, and ambition? Are you ready for someone like that? Those are the kind of qualities you want in someone. In order for this process to work you must know the kind of person you truly want. You must also be ready to receive them by knowing you deserve love. Ensure you’ve dealt with your past romantic scars, create the strongest version of yourself, and truly love with who you are. If you’re not there quite yet, try a free psychic reading or full detailed reading with me and I can help show you the way. – Autumn

The GPS to your Soul mate

Many have and will continue to turn to psychics in order to find the one. I've done this myself. While all but one of the psychics predicted aspects of my love perfectly, realizing this upon later reflection of course, none of them could tell me where he was, when I'd meet him, and where I'd meet him. This frustrated me greatly.  Wouldn't it be wonderful if a psychic could give you a name, a full physical description, and an address? But it doesn't work that way.

My annoyance lifted when I realized my clients have the same frustration. When I read others, I can't give exact directions to their soul mates either. Sure I get details here and there about who they are and the nature of the meeting, but nothing to pin point their lost lover's exact location. Certain clients are convinced if they ask me enough times I'll be able to conjure up this information. Remember, I'm psychic not omniscient. For a long time I kept wondering why everyone seemed convinced I was a GPS to their soul mate.

Then, I figured out how to hook up my inner soul mate GPS.

After a horrific break up and consulting a few intuitives, I took a lot of time to work on myself and really figure out what I wanted. I stopped dating; only focusing on developing better friendships and intellectual contacts. I read a lot of self help books and watched inspiring videos. I analyzed why I had undergone the negative patterns of my previous partners.  I dug through old scars stemming from childhood issues with the men in my family. I clutched the negative beliefs about how I deserved to be treated and tore them out forever. I took on a therapy of energy healings, yoga, subliminal messaging, and being honest with others as well as myself. I focused on making my dreams come true, not those of someone else. I listened to the music I wanted to, traveled where I wanted, and took company with those I pleased. All the while, I prayed that this would attract my mystery lover.

After a long search, I wanted to give up. I was at a Motley Crue concert and I found a sense of peace in surrendering myself to the universe. I decided instead of feeling awful about not having love, I would focus on how amazing my life has become. I had become a stronger version of myself in pursuit of my soul mate and I was grateful for what the journey had given me. I wasn't bitter and would be happy for those who would find their one. Maybe I was just too unusual for anyone to love me; but I knew I loved myself and I wasn't going to change for anybody. I was content to be in love with my life.

With that, I started talking to my soul mate two days later and I met him three weeks after that concert. The funny part of this is, I found him! That's a story for another post. Many have told me love only finds you when you stop looking. I only believed this after it happened to me.

I am not a GPS to your soul mate, but you are the GPS to yours. Fight your demons, chase your dreams, love yourself, and don't try to find what will magically come to you when your eyes are gazing upon the infinite horizon. Psychics can and will give you clues to guide you, but it comes down to what you are willing to do to have the love of your life.  Love will only find you when you're ready and your inner GPS is properly set.

Intro to Novella

The Lies We Keep

Her country still seemed beautiful when she looked at Mt Fuji through the train window. Japan’s mighty mountain had continued to rise above the lies creating the friction for the birth of this needless of war. It had loomed over the country’s leaders whose intense desires to dominate were finally overcome by a more powerful force. People had died in insurmountable ways: through sacrificial plane crashes, starvation because of leaders that wouldn’t feed their citizens, American guns and weapons that the Japanese couldn’t compete with. Then there were the bombs; the bombs that she had only heard rumors about, ones of utter horror.  When it was all over many were shamed into suicide in attempts to regain some reminisce of dignity. Yet there the mountain stood as it always had, softly curving to the heavens, despite the sharp edges of this new existence. Japan had lost the war. It had failed to move ahead in the world despite having violently conquered its neighbors. They had been bound into submission by a country whose power they had longed to emulate. In this hour of embarrassment and anguish Japan awaited to be punished by the Americans insurmountable will. It was as if the mountain’s presence was a sign that not much had ever changed, but it had.

Maybe the spirits would finally look down from the mountain to smile upon her people Miyako thought while gazing up at the peak as the train pulled her alongside it. Then reality clawed its way back to her heart and squeezed.

 No. We are among the dead. The spirits haven’t helped us and still they will not. But this is not how I will let this end.

She wasn’t ready to die yet. That’s why she had done it. Then she left her family behind.   She felt that her ancestors would never forgive her for what she had done and neither would her family if they knew. At least he had been nice to her.

She had let him touch her in places and ways that she never knew that people could. Maybe it was something only Americans did, or only Japanese did not. It had felt strange yet beautiful and good. The fact that her country had been defeated didn’t matter anymore.  And for a few moments she had forgotten everything that had happened.  He had even left her some money after, enough to get on the train to Tokyo.

She felt different afterwards, like she was mourning something that she had lost in herself, which was funny because she thought there was nothing else to be lost. Then she got on the train. She had dishonored her family but she wondered if she still cared about anything. Neither her ancestors nor the spirits helped her family or her country. Japan had been the best and then had suddenly fallen. Her family had promised to take care of her and they had failed. Her father and brothers had promised to win the war and they had died and left her. Why did it matter anymore? She didn’t owe them anything.

All that mattered now is that she was going to survive without them.