Affirm It, Visualize It, Believe It . . . It Will Actualize Itself
By Bera Dordoni, N.D.
I was half-a-mile across the park from an adopt-a-thon in Oregon with my sister and close friend Danni, when I suddenly heard the voice.
“I have to find that voice!” I told my companions.
Five hundred dogs and cats were up for adoption that day, most from local pounds and high-kill shelters, all desperate to find a new home. Still, in the midst of all barking, growling, and meowing, I heard her.
“I hear you,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m almost there.”
When I got to the penned area I found scores of adorable attention-seeking dogs jumping up and down, begging to be noticed.
“Pick me! Adopt me! Look at me!”
And then I saw her: sweet little Serena (aka #9020542013), all curled up in a little ball at the bottom of the pile, trembling for all she was worth.
I jumped over the fenced-in area to pull her out of the heap.
“Don’t you see the sign?!” a woman screamed at me, pointing at the DO NOT ENTER sign. “Get out of there – no one is allowed in the pen!”
“Sign?” I responded. “What I see is this little thing being trampled to death!”
Lacy, the sign lady, relaxed when she realized what I was doing, and allowed me to hold the precious, still-trembling little Chihuahua. “Don’t remove her from the area,” she warned.
“I won’t steal your dog,” I promised, and held the little thing for nearly an hour, cuddling and soothing as best I could.
“Can I have a leash to walk her?” I asked when Serena finally stopped shaking – but the poor baby couldn’t walk. Her hind end was completely limp.
“I rescued her from a high-kill shelter yesterday,” Lacy said. “She’ll most likely be put down tomorrow, since she’s unadoptable.”
“Okay, then, I’ll adopt her right here and now!”
“You can’t. The dog has problems and will have to be seen by a vet.”
“Please don’t let them put her down,” I begged. “If I can’t take her with me, I’ll talk to a vet about doing surgery. Maybe her legs can be repaired. Please let me try,” I pleaded.
Lacy seemed relieved. “See what you can do,” she said.
We both made good on our promises. The vet repaired Serena’s legs, claiming she was “probably badly abused, possibly thrown against a wall, which damaged her spine and left her unable to walk.” She’s not a young dog – everyone wants a puppy – so she was bounced through several foster homes for close to a year without any adoption offers.
Lacy and I talked every week. I really wanted Serena to live with me, but the foster group wouldn’t approve an adoption outside southern Oregon, and nothing I did or said would change their minds – not even the thirteen phone calls I made to the to the head of the foster group, who steadfastly refused to talk with me because I live in New Mexico.
But I felt such a connection with Serena, I couldn’t take “no” for an answer. She belonged with me – I knew it, and she knew it. For Pete’s sake, she had called to me from the bottom of a pile of leaping puppies!
This match had divine intervention written all over it.
Many months went by, and still no one in the foster group would even acknowledge my existence. Then one day while I was talking to Danni on the phone she asked, “Do you know who adopted Serena after her legs were repaired?” So I told her my sad story.
“You know, I’m at my computer. Let me look it up,” Danni said. “There she is! I’m looking at her picture online right now. She’s still up for adoption. I guess I’m about to adopt a dog.”
My friend filled out the application and immediately got a call from the foster mother, who said, “I’ll bring her over right away.”
Which she did. “Okay, she’s yours!” Danni said triumphantly when she called. “Now . . . uh . . . how do I get her to you?”
I contacted Lacy, my co-conspirator in this rescue, and told her the news. She screamed with delight. “I’m going to a rescue convention this coming weekend in Arizona. Meet me there, and I’ll bring Serena to you.”
Twenty minutes later I got a call from Pilots 4 Paws. “We can fly your little girl to you so she doesn’t have to spend so much time in a vehicle,” the hero on the other end of the phone said.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” I sang.
The following Sunday Serena flew into Gallup, where her new mommy and daddy picked her up and brought her here, to her “forever home” with us. No more bouncing from one house to another. Serena and I are together for good.
Believe and You Will Achieve
I wanted her with me. I saw her with me. I felt her with me. I KNEW one day she would come to me, because I refused to give up hope that I could take care of her. It wasn’t wishful hoping or magical thinking. It was manifestation – the same manifestation we can use for almost anything we want in life, including good health.
How can I relate this story to someone suffering from a dreaded diagnosis who wants good health?
Again, it isn’t wishful hoping or magical thinking – it’s manifestation. The power we hold with our thoughts and beliefs, whether healing or damaging, is mighty. If we believe we are ill, then we will continue to be ill. If we refuse to embrace a diagnosis as our truth – if we believe in our body’s ability to roust and defeat any foreign bug or germ or unwelcome condition – we have a fighting chance to reverse that diagnosis.
Yes, it takes more than positive thinking, more than repeating “magical” affirmations. It takes recognizing the truth about our own body and what we’ve been doing with it, and a commitment – no, a resolution – to changing our habits and thought processes to give it what it needs to heal and recover.
That’s no easy matter, I know, but consider how science and spirituality have met at the same point: We are what we think. We are what we feel. We are what we eat. No matter what direction we look at it, that’s the truth.
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer,
believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
A joyful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Everything you see in our physical world started as an idea, an idea that grew as it was shared and expressed, until it grew enough into a physical object through a number of steps.
You literally become what you think about most.
Your life becomes what you have imagined and believed in most.
The world is literally your mirror, enabling you to experience in the physical plane what you hold as your truth . . . until you change it.
It doesn’t matter how bad things appear to be. It doesn’t matter how much we don’t want something to happen to us – even if it’s already happening. By refocusing away from the negative event and toward a more positive ending we significantly increase the chances of that better ending coming to pass.
This has happened to and around me over and over throughout my life. Whenever I focus away from something I believe is harmful and toward something beneficial, the resistance falls away and the outcome is for the best.
I want good health, so I do my best to keep myself healthy by eating right, surrounding myself with positive energy and love, and believing I can achieve whatever I want to achieve. Rather than focus on something bad that might be going on in my body, I nurture it with something natural (live food, a tea, homeopathic remedy, or herbal tonic). I give thanks for the miracles my body performs each and every day, and for how blessed I am. If I’m out of balance, this usually brings my health back rapidly.
Believe in yourself and what you want to achieve, and you will achieve it.
After all, Serena is here.