By Anna Von Reitz
Have you ever imagined different versions of yourself?
A stronger, better, more courageous you?
A more successful, better loved, more secure you?
A more prosperous you?
The time to imagine this is now, because you have entered a new timeline and the men and women you "could have been" are ready to live now.
It doesn't matter how old, beat up, exhausted, scared, miserable or sick you are.
The Creator of the ever-expanding morphogenic information field says he will give you back the years the locusts have eaten.
What he says he will do, he will do.
You have a whole new lease on life. Sweet freedom beckons.
I know so many men who are lost in a miasma of regret, including men in my own life, whose eyes linger on their losses, who aren't looking at what is left for them to enjoy.
Shift your focus.
There is a younger man, near and dear to my heart, a veteran who was traumatized, injured, and who came home to an empty house. His wife left him and she even took the dog.
He loved his wife completely. Deeply. Even imagining a life without her at the center of it was unbearable. Impossible. Yet, she left without a word, filed for divorce, and was gone.
The dog she had taken to the pound and it had been euthanized before he got home.
He came into my life as a shattered man, broken, confused, restlessly clenching and unclenching his fingers, staring into space, unable to focus for more than a minute or two on the threads of any conversation. He kept saying he couldn't make any sense of it.
And he needed to make sense of it. That much was clear.
One afternoon I gave up any attempt to talk to him and just sat beside him. He seemed to sense that something had changed. I wasn't going to put a gloss on it anymore.
After a moment or two, I reached out and held onto his fingers, pausing their restless movements. He looked up at me as if I had startled him.
"You don't know who you are anymore, do you?"
He shook his head. I nodded. Been there. Done that.
"You can't go back to the man you were before, and you can't imagine going forward without her. Does that sum it up?"
He paused, considering, and finally nodded.
"Well, then, it's time for a new you."
I stood up and gently pulled him up after me. We stood face to face for a moment, eye to eye, then I turned him gently toward a mirror I kept in the office for exactly this purpose, and more or less forced him to look at himself.
Half his face was untouched, the visage of a tow-headed youth. The other side of his face was gone despite reconstructive surgery. It had been blown clean off by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan.
"You see this man here," I said calmly, "I love him. You have to learn to love him, too."
"You have to love him," I continued, "because he's a good man. Because he's bright and honest and brave, because he has so much to give and so many dreams to live."
"How can you say that?" he whispered.
"Because it's true and I wouldn't say it otherwise. Your wife was a coward, but you're not. You've got what it takes, and you are going to make it."
He nodded, but I could tell it was just a wing and a prayer thought.
I took his hand, the one with only three fingers.
"Come on. We've got a surprise for you."
Still holding his hand, I led him out on the deck and introduced him to a one-eyed Golden Retriever. The dog had been injured and surrendered to a pet rescue organization. Nobody had adopted him, but my friend took one look and understood.
It was dog love at first sight.
Three months later he met a young lady at a dog park. She didn't look sideways or turn away, not from him or his dog. Life began again. They got married a year afterward.
He's a different man, but he's a happy man, and he is loved in a way that we would all wish to be loved --- loved for himself, not for appearances, but for who he really, truly is.
We all need to love ourselves, as is.
We all have to look in that mirror.
We all have to know that as long as we are breathing, there is still more to see and do and become.
Looking back, he told me, he wouldn't have missed a minute of the journey he's been on since that day in my office.
He and the dog both wear black eye-patches and look like rascally pirates.
It's easy to see how handsome he was, and feel how handsome he still is.
His wife looks at him like he is the only object in her universe.
His first wife didn't have the courage to deserve him, but the second one got it.
So now they both have the rock bottom security of knowing that they are truly loved and can never be unloved again, no matter what happens, life, death, or roadside bombs.
Stop being focused on what you've lost or regret-- health, wealth, youth, relationships -- whatever you regret or worry about.
Learn to love what you have left. Accept the change -- the new timeline, the new you
Granna
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