I’ve always been very scornful and eye- rolly ( picture Sheldon from Big Bang Theory snorting with derision) of any ‘The Secret’ type personal growth plans of the ‘manifest your own destiny’ type.
I’ve moved from haughty derision ( seriously, the arrogance this involves is just too hard to maintain) to a kind of ‘what ever floats your boat’ to a ‘what if it could actually work?’ position. I’ve been spending some online time learning from a group of people who have some pretty strong faith in this idea- clearly articulating your goals and then putting them out into the universe to…I don’t know? Percolate? Mature? Ferment? (It’s all coffee or wine with me, isn’t it).
Being clear about what you want and making concrete plans to get there; intentionality, is useful and something that I should do more of. And the idea of calling on a universal force to help me with it is lovely and makes me feel all glowy and spiritual.
But the main, huge problem I have with this is…
What about people in Africa?
What about the woman with the starving child who puts the call for medicine or food out into the universe?
It can’t hurt and it can certainly focus the mind in a way that could be beneficial but the acceptance of it pulls me up in the same way that praying to a Christian god or giving money to a TV evangelist to get heaven bonus points does. It tends to work better for those in the First World than those who are struggling for their very existence.
Of course it isn’t necessary to critique everything you encounter and find it lacking. That’s just a peculiar ‘gift’ that I seem to have. I think that trying to manifest the things that you want to achieve in your life can be really powerful and I fully intend to get more into it.
I just can’t help but ponder the fact that 100 girl all trying desperately to manifest themselves out of sexual slavery in Thailand right now may not be quite as successful