Tuesday, 20 March 2018

I love my bucket list - what's on yours?

I'm not jumping out of a plane.  Or swimming the channel.

Hmm so yes I do love the thrill of doing something exciting but certain things just don't seem to sit right with me if they are on my bucket list.  So mine is a little modest perhaps. 
The joy that comes with each tick?  Still just as precious as ever!

If you enjoyed the last blog post (I expect you did as it went very viral and for which I am so thankful) you will have seen my story of how/when/why I joined the university choir.  
The friend I mentioned in the post, Lulu, and I have been chatting frequently and  - oh you know what I'm not sure why I felt a need to mention that here but I'm so proud to have her in my life.  
Anyhow, Friday happened.  And I ticked the bucket list, actually doing myself remarkably proud and being much less imperfect than I expected while still not over achieving (as that might have meant I should have been a child progedy -whilst without time travel- would simply mean it's a tragedy). 

Currently I'm lacking in the desire to over share although this might change later on.

Let me tell you, life is taking a course of events as I approach the final year of my degree. 
Having just completed the necessary blog posts as part of my course, it was interesting to reflect on what a different person I now am to back in year zero.  Of course I was 'in there' and just needed to bloom.  Having experienced challenges not only in the science world but also in some of the challenging personalities I have spent time with over this past 4 years I now sense I am really on track.
Stronger than ever, never been so happy and physically growing stronger every day since my illnesses got a bit challenging too.

Had you mentioned this time last year how incredible things would be right now, while under so much dissertation pressure, I am not sure I would have trusted your motives.

So this bucket list (I'm hoping) gets 2 more ticks over Easter as we are heading off to the countryside for my little bit of Wanderlust tree hugging as I get to work on the lambs being born. Loving Easter as one of my favourite times of year, and ready for a break - I am not allowing myself to feel the excitement just yet as I will when I begin the long drive in the 4WD.  Our house and it's new log burner is awaiting us in the Welsh countryside and Harley will have a lovely new haircut and no doubt keep me warm at night with his snoring ShihTzu nostrils as always.  




One mini manifestation I haven't quite figured out just yet is seeing the Queen.  This might be unexciting really but I do love the Royal family and I thought it would be a cool thing to pop on the bucket list.  The times I worked at Royal Ascot and Newmarket and the Royals were there but of course, I was busy doing my thing...

Think I might need to add some more to the list.  Or will the list of travel destinations I'm working on suffice?

What about you? What's on yours? Ticked any recently?  Such a buzz isn't it! 

Much love, as always

Louise xoxo
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Thursday, 8 March 2018

I thought I knew about music until...

My next few posts are random (seemingly) yet do tie in with the Lusher life hypothesis.

Kindly indulge my story telling as it's a sure way to heal from the inside out.

We were the family who had music on constantly from before I was born.  Dad would sing non stop. My images of him at the washing up bowl are precious.  Knowing every line and every word, shaking his head in  laughter as he realised he didn't have the same range as Karen Carpenter.
My brother Steve also had music running through his blood in the shape of notes rather than the usual doughnut shaped red blood cells.  His funeral saw a rather controversial mix for the church.  Gary Glitter, "DO you wanna be in my gang." Then "Bohemian Rhapsody" (needs no introduction as to who's masterpiece that was) for the procession out of the church.  The service gave us a bond with both the Rev and the church itself and when I had my twins the following year we all chose a much more traditional "Sing Hosanna" for our Christening.  I say 'ours' as yes it was the three of us. My first time. I waited for them.  A special day indeed - I cried tears of joy at how blessed I was.
The surgery I had 8 weeks before had seen 'them' trying to fix an issue as I spent most of my pregnancy profoundly Deaf.  All of labour and most of beyond all I could hear were faint muffles and the odd 's' and quickly learned to lip read. I began to wonder how I would enjoy music again and researched listening through vibrations. The doctors were all pretty sure my hearing issues were caused by infection and the scans that followed on my head revealed Mastioditis.  An infection within the mastoid bone behind the ear. In no uncertain terms I was informed if this wasn't treated I would die within ten years.  The infection would spread through the skull and into the brain, causing meningitis or brain abccess.   
My ear drum was non existent in the right ear as the infection had destroyed it.  The ear drum in the left ear was retracted and therefore not vibrating correctly.  These were two things they could not correct.  Yet the life saving surgery when the twins were just 5 months old was pretty miraculous.  They removed a rather large part of the skull bone as well as a hearing bone and attempted to build me a new ear drum.  After recovery,  which seemed to take forever,  my hearing test revealed I now had 30% hearing in my right ear and 70% in my left.  Not always easy in the wrong circumstances; but I'd take those results happily. 

Music.  Always on.  Never un-listened to.  Yet often just ringing away in the background, unannounced.  Helping with the rhythm of the heart beat.  As it does. 

I grew up. Music; Always on. Thankfully in a wonderful setting of being an Operations Manager for wonderful events all over the country and seeing so much live music.  
One of my venues saw an unbreakable bond with Steve and Lulu.  Steve was a musical genius.  I loved him.  He looked like a better-looking version of my brother and I could never get enough of spending time with him.  Lulu was the level headed one of the outfit and seemingly tough yet big hearted.  She was one of the few who could push me and push me and push some more and not make me cry.  Push with what? Well, these guys ran a school of performing arts at one of our venues which was a stunning mix of members bars, restaurants and the hall with fully functioning (although velvet green) curtains in front of the stage.   I was very young and the work pressures were huge.  Multi site manager at 22.  Crazy.  So Steve and Lulu filled my life in remarkable ways for which I remain eternally thankful.  A few hours a week Steve would teach me to play keyboard. Finally.  A dream I had begged my parents for as a child. I was always told 'yes' - but no piano lessons ever manifested.  My parents bought me an orange  Bontempi keyboard and I taught myself how to read a little music (in the days before Youtube) and stuck stickers with F A C E on the corresponding keys and attempted to teach myself some melodies.  I would sit for hours crossed legged on my bedroom floor with my keyboard.  Other than that, I was a bored child.  The Blue Danube became my favourite. Although the top octave was missing on the keys and that was always an ear bleeding moment to miss the essential note.
Steve and I struggled to unlearn bad habits.  Singing was definitely always the better lesson.  Those couple of hours each week allowed me to leave my work at the swinging doors as I put Martin the head chef in charge.  He wouldn't disturb unless it was totally necessary.  

Steve and Lulu had a beautiful baby girl, CJ.  She loved me and I loved her.  My maternal needs were met as I would pick her up and carry her around far more than necessary.  She was to sing "Mary Mary quite contrary" at the next show.  Carrying a small watering can while 'watering' flowers on the stage. Ahh my heart melted.  Lulu and Steve both suggested I sing at the show.  I thought instantly Nope.  

I did sing in the show. Of course.  

I remember the black dress with small white polka dots.  I remember how super slim I was.  I remember the nerves.  Which was the only time ever I used to get nervous. So, very nervously confident, I took the mic and sang a duet with a friend, "I know him so well." Then a stunning occasion I will never forget as I stood beside Steve at the piano - just the piano - and enjoyed "I honestly love you" which was soft and heart breaking.   Finishing off with something crazy, upbeat and unique - Steve arranged the music and I wrote the lyrics! Mad times I will never forget.  
Lulu came in to rehearsals and walked backwards calling out, 
"Louder." another step back, 
"More breath," another step, 
"Can't quite hear you," another step, 
"You need to fill the back of this hall." 
I grinned. She couldn't go any further.  The back wall was behind her.  Haha, what a lovely and tough way to get my perimeters stretched.  I love her still now.  
My highlight of that show was an amazing young teenager singing a haunting version of Bridge over Troubled Water - I wonder if Lulu remembers.  Goosebumps and welled eyes.

Life got busy, I moved on from that venue and continued to enjoy music everywhere but never giving it the same attention as this time.  I tried to use it to bond with Dad at times.  Christmas eve would see him glancing past mum at church (she always sat between us) as he tried to reach the top note on "hark the herald angels sing" and laughing at himself.  Rolling his eyes as I managed it, albeit often with a winter croak. 
Spain, I forget the year, and it rained.  Dad, as  a sun worshipper had the right old miseries.  Didn't we know it. So, my thinking head saw a plan.  Not quite the scale of events I was used to at work but I felt we would get him in a great mood with some karaoke and a few drinks. So I researched when this was to be and took my iPod into the gym to begin that 'singing in your head' practice.  
"Don't rain on my parade." It was going to be impressive.  Dad would be impressed.  He might just love me on this day.

Giggling, we all felt the effects of a couple of drinks with dinner and I submitted Dads song choice.  He nailed it in his usual 'just singing along to the radio' kind of way. I praised him massively with my big heart as I always would.
Begging my good ear not to fail me now as I took to the stage and began listening to the backing track filling the room with orchestral gusto, I hit the first note bang on, always a good thing.
The version I had listened to over and over was different in the mid section and I totally lost my timing.  Ouch.  Never mind, didn't matter, I carried on and the climax at the end was, I was sure, my time to shine.  Yep.  Got that too.  Leaving the stage faster than the applause stopped, I grinned as I sat back down.
"What happened there?" Dad simply criticised.  I was crushed. 



So fast forward to my first year at university at London Met.  There was hearsay that I might be transferring for the next 3 years to a uni closer to home and I began to find every nook and cranny on their website to see what this uni was all about.
There was  a choir.
Ohh.
No need for auditions.
Ohh.
Maybe they would be, like, musical theatre type - which was an indulgence for me while driving alone in the car! Maybe.

"I'm going to join the choir Dad." And he was supportive and encouraging.
Determined to enjoy the Christmas concert, I found out more and decided to go.  Yet,  for reasons which the detail escapes me now, I got overly busy with work and university coursework that I didn't go.
"I'll get us tickets and we can go to the Christmas Concert." I announced to Mum and Dad.  We did.  It was special.  Taking to our seats, with mum between Dad and I as usual, we began to hear the first bars of music.  And then,   it was time for the choir to begin.

Gosh.  

They were incredible. More than incredible.



I leaned back around mums head and looked at Dad.  We both were grinning as I shook my head in disbelief.  We both knew I couldn't sing like that or be a part of the choir.  Driving home we discussed how I had possibly bitten off more than I could chew but I would still try anyway and the following concert mum and dad would be coming to see me in the 'non-auditioning' (thank goodness) choir. 

Three weeks later Dad suddenly died.

What followed next was more than a difficult time.  
He died without ever saying I love you.  While I was able to tell him that while I watched him slipping away in a coma in ICU,  I never heard those words.  

Everything fell on my shoulders.  Helping Mum,  arranging the funeral (that was an amazing funeral thanks to my event planning experience and it was also a fantastic way of coping), sorting everything financial out.  I actually googled "What to do when someone dies." It's crazy how specific all the paperwork is.

Trying to remain at University was a challenge.
Going to choir was going to be impossible. 

Shortly after, Mum suffered a massive heart attack which saw her in ICU for a week and in hospital for months.  She wanted me there day and night.  Laptop at the bedside I kept on studying, determined with the bit in my teeth to not give up.  My personal tutor was zero help - less said about that the better.
The surgeons operating on Mum noticed something we had always just put down to her being a bit daft.  Sounding disrespectful but this was something mum was famous for and people loved her for.  The same phrases over and over and laughing at things that really weren't funny. "Ohh your mum is lovely." People would say.  Without the full time irritation of dealing with the inappropriateness of her manner. 
Fast forward to a dementia diagnosis.  Mum has alzheimers and vascular dementia.  This as well as being left with type 2 heart block, mum can't live alone and has moved in with me and the twins.  Taking a lot of time and effort from all 3 of us but obviously we wouldn't have her anywhere else.

Choir wasn't happening.  

Until my final term approached in January.  Coupled with a mini meltdown of putting everyone else first.  The old phrase of 'put on your own oxygen mask before helping others' began to come clear in my eyes as I was taken ill.
"What are WE all going to do if you end up in hospital?" Mum questioned which highlighted a million emotions for me.  So it was decided.  Mondays would be my night when someone else would take care of mum and I would goto choir as well as dance on the way home.

So, today sees me over the joy and worry of holding a Mozart score - nothing like those days of music with Steve and Lulu - and while I began as part of the choir very hard on myself and a little disappointed in the lack of show tunes, speedily I have learned to love it.  Messaging a now grown up CJ:

Me:I need your genius, can you help me?
CJ:Sure what do you need?
Me:Everything! Everything Mozart.
CJ: That's pretty heavy for a new choir
Me: It's just me who's new, not the choir!

CJ began to list what is a rest, how to know when to breathe (still not mastered that one despite the strongest lungs in the world when underwater swimming!) and a host of other amazingly 'change the game' tips.
Does it matter than I'm going to sing less than perfectly?  No.  I'll get parts wrong.  I'll keep quiet at times.  Music is feeding my soul once again and I have met some totally incredible people, reigniting my passion for life.  And faith in humans. A new friend who is performing solo actually had me moved to tears at rehearsal recently and I realised I actually can barely sing.  Yet my journey will continue as I appreciate what I can do, hear and feel through the genius of music.

Late into the night yesterday I messaged Lulu.  "What is it about music?" I asked, knowing she would understand my question without the need for further explanation.

"Emotive connection.  Linked to growth, ideology and cognitive memory." 

And really, that's all that matters.  As always, it's about the feeling. 

Next week is the concert.  The last time I was in the chapel was with Dad who was known as Danny.
Our finale?  LondonDerry Air - (Oh Danny boy.)

Ironic.

Beautiful. 

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Sunday, 4 March 2018

My twins grew up - am I sad?

Returning from the final destination of our 18th birthday celebrations I quietly sit and wonder what I should be feeling.  

As I Mum, I've worked so hard to raise the twins to be amazing people - and they are.  Doing this as a single mum has been a total joy.  There's nothing negative to say about it at all.  Without having my children, I definitely would not be the person I am today.
As they receive my love, freely I give more.  Easily. Willingly.   So, you might say, I'm very proud.  

Spending time together is amazing. Always we have created adventures and seen places with gasps of Wow in the air.  Most travel is accompanied by a little stress through security, passport control and long queues. This is the bit I favour the least.  After getting though the other side, coming home to a little housework which really can't straighten out the neglect that has taken away the warmth of my Home while I worked way too hard these past 4 years or so, I notice a change.

My daughters boyfriend has surprised her with a return trip similar to the one we have just returned from.  My son off to his girlfriends instantly.  They have plans to travel now too.  None of this I mind.  On the contrary.  It's a wonderful experience for them and I'm so pleased they have found their own wanderlust and independence.  A job well done.  Well done me.






My fluffy dog, in need of a haircut, makes a fuss of me and I aim to sit on the floor sorting through the suitcases.  Wondering.  What should I feel right about now?  Proud of course. Excited for them.  
An air of excitement for myself perhaps. For I can see adventure coming my way too.  When my time caring for mum is done I plan long haul trips with my laptop 'working' with the wanderlust in mind. It'll be great. Of course my twins will always need me.
Perhaps, no not perhaps, this IS my time.  Time to enjoy the life I should have had in my 20s but knew nothing except for work.  Time to make even more amazing new friends, to spend more time with the older friends who have stuck around so long while this Tazmanian devil does her thing.
Opening up to brand new experiences and doing my best to let happiness flow with ease.  

Aiming not to feel even a little bit heartbroken, yet knowing this is the way it will be.  Reflecting and changing the way I look at things.  Keeping that eye on the prize of Joy. As many days as is possible.

Just as the lyrics of a song which echoed in my ears this weekend in Paris, I hope I can be a part of their world.  Our unbreakable bond is truly magical.  With the best will in the world right now, A little piece of my heart is broken.  While I also just love that I have seen them bloom and grow.  

Time for me now?


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Monday, 26 February 2018

Basil Brush once more - manifestations

A quickie.  A crazy one!

Over on Instagram (love IG!) some conceited public post which was a little rude for my lady likeness was posted.   Immediately deciding to unfollow this random person ( I do follow all sorts and should check them out better first really!) I clicked on his profile.

The second I hovered my mouse to click 'unfollow' what did I notice?  A Basil Brush profile picture.  I'm looking at it grinning and moving my head from side to side in an 'uh-huh' kind of knowledge.  So, thank you once again to this divine reminder to keep me on track! If you have NO idea what I'm talking about, head back to the post that is actually going live in 20 minutes from me writing this (it will be live now - else this post definitely will make ZERO sense)

Boom! Boom!
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You asked for more law of attraction stories

Ok folks, you spoke.  I have been tuning in far more on the little stories of law of attraction that I am going to show you right here in this post.

Many have asked me to speak more of the LOA here and on my Youtube channel so that's what I will do.

Right now there is some pretty MASSIVE stuff going on in my life. All more than good.
Suffice to say I haven't felt so good in literally years.  So much so that I couldn't sleep last night which is unheard of for me.  What about you? Do you lie awake in utter excitement for life and what it is bringing to you right about now? That was me last night,  Anyhow... most of this good stuff isn't the type of news I can share yet.  Secretly though, I hate when you tubers and bloggers do the whole secret squirrel thing so please ignore that I said that :)



Basil Brush was the feature of my latest manifestation.  You see my second oldest friend has been unwell.  Feeling a need to check on her far more than I should I sent a text.  She replied,
"I'm ok, I'm snuggled up with Basil Brush." Obviously I was perplexed and simply had to ask the story behind Basil Brush.  Now, she is daft as a brush and there is totally no reason for me to share with you the story. Just store away the Basil Brush image.

Following this, a night later (last night) Jas and Lewis were just about to go out.
"Bye bye Basil Brush." Lewis called out 100% randomly.
My shocked face, with the widest eyes and open mouth (Why am I still shocked after the copious amounts of times this happens?) Jas looked and said, 'what was that mum?' knowing it would be a manifestation.  Telling the story of my friend and the text, I showed her the photo.  Now, what on earth has this got to do with anything?  Totally nothing.  Yet the relevance comes as we begin to align with the big stuff.  Should a wee element of doubt creep into the mind, the reminders come in with these little stories to remind us of the alignment.

Have faith.  Trust it.  It's all coming for you.

And me I sense too...

Much love, as always

Louise xoxo
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Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Cold England on Valentines Day

Inspired, I sit in my office. Heaters blowing frantically around me as we suffer a really cold snap.

Wind blows a dreamcatcher nearby in someones garden and the tinkle noises soothe the frosty bite.

Valentines day sees a heart full of love.  The old cliche lyrics about loving yourself echo around my head as I begin to feel thankful for the extra free feeling I have at this difficult time in my life.  There's no denying I would ordinarily be enjoying a nice meal with a man who smells nice but just for this year, maybe for always, I'm happy to give this a miss.]

Instead, the candles within my office will be lit as I burn the midnight oil on a couple of projects which fill me with delight, stress, exitement and a knowing that the path ahead is one to be excited about. One to be looking forward to.  One full of travel, writing, photographs and making films...

If only I could sort my internet connection which is driving me nutty.


Happy Valentines everyone.


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Monday, 12 February 2018

Nestle gluten free corn flakes





I was thrilled to find these cornflakes randomly on the shelf! Well done Nestle - they are delicious too.  Loving that - if you like to eat cereals and corn, you can as these had no added barley malt extract and many add it in for flavour.



Go see the video and I tell you more about the nutritional stuff in there you need to know :)

Ps subscribe to the channel as there is more and more going up over there to help you into your Lusher Life.



Have a wonderful Monday everyone.



Louise xoxo
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Feel the heartbeat of your life


Feel the heartbeat of your life...

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Friday, 2 February 2018

How I reacted upon discovering the law of attraction.

When I first heard about the law of attraction, it was one of those times when you can remember where you where, when it was...almost like many big world events such as 911 or when Band Aid was on.  

The feeling, the emotion, the pictures in my mind still of the carpet I was standing on.  
All of this was a game changer.

My life is now unrecognisable from the single mother striving to make ends meet....

Here is how the story goes: 




Shaking my head in disbelief I asked, 
“So what you just imagine you are that weight and you are that weight?”

“You’ve not heard of the secret? Where have you been hiding?” My client asked in a rather rude manner.  She and I were both at loggerheads at this point in time.  Yet basically she was pointing me to the book, The Secret. For the first time in my life (which feels incredible now) alerting me to the fact that I am in control of my own destination by the use of my beliefs.


Of course I immediately read the Secret within the next few days. 
Not understanding it, I left the frown on my face as I began to ponder what this might possibly be about.

As a child, it was always my responsibility to try and guess if I was loved or not.  No hugs or kisses, no encouragement or telling me how amazing I am.  When I cried I was the subject of the jokes,  “She will make a great actress!”
No, actually, I was upset. 
I needed love. 
Positivity escaped my parents.  Constant tales of, ‘we can’t afford this/who do you think we are Rothschild?/money doesn’t grow on trees’

Glass half empty. 

Growing up in total fear of how hard life was, I found myself turning to determination to actually be ok.  Leaving school and leaving behind my dream of becoming a dietitian as the advisor said,
“There are so few jobs as a dietitian.” So off I went to train as a catering manager.  Blinking good one I ended up too.  All the while being conscious of how hard I had to work in order to pay the bills.  Working was all I thought about.  For the entire duration of my 20s.  Never would I put my feet up, despite my body screaming at me to do just that.  Christmas week I could easily clock up 90 hours.  Yet a good manager, an operations manager, at the age of 27 in control of 700 staff.   Exhausted.

Suddenly hearing that life doesn’t need to be this way was so confusing for me.  It took a long time to reach this amazing place where I am now (that even writing this and reminding me of the person I used to be in the dark world) is so bizarre. 

Realising there might be something in this; I tried to understand the law of attraction.  I watched the DVD.  That gave me goosebumps and ‘aha’ moments. 

More and more and more I began to watch YouTube videos of those who I now know and love, Wayne Dyer, Sonia Choquette, Abraham hicks, Jack Canfield.  Over and over I was amazed at what I began to learn.  Could this actually be a thing?  As a keen researcher, I looked over and over the evidence.  Blood cells changing with words and thought – the microscope wasn’t lying – I could see this video unfolding into what I might only describe as a miracle.
Much effort went into not being angry with my parents.  How could I not know this?  How could anyone not?

Little by little yet quickly, I began to find a new belief which was more than life changing.  Setting intentions, visualizing, meditating – which was a game changer for me.  Becoming part of  the 100-day reality challenge (https://www.liloumace.com/notes/The-100-DAY-REALITY-CHALLENGE_b1771352.html), I wrote my intentions on the group boards.  Seeming like a big ask and wish I had to take a deep breath and use faith.  All the while going against everything I had been taught to believe as a child.

Wanting to travel,  I stated on the 100 day challenge that I wanted to fly somewhere amazing every 6 weeks.  Feeling those old thoughts of, ‘things like that are not for people like us’ creeping in, I tried to use the methods I had been learning and begin to trust the universe. 
Within two weeks I had secured a new contract as a business consultant with enough money written into the contract that I would definitely be able to afford my travels every six weeks.  This contract didn’t mean endless hours of toil and going into work for long hours. 
One day per week. 
One long and challenging day but one day. 
It was enough.
I was earning more within that one day than I used to earn in an entire two weeks in the past job.   Loving my new life, I must be honest and tell you it was exhilarating although a little confusing.  Beginning to struggle with my relationship with my parents for not giving me this chance sooner, I tried hard to be forgiving.  Eventually accepting they are different to me and that was simply how it was.

Friendship circles changed.  This is clear as day for me to now see that it’s a good thing.  Around me now are people with clear beliefs of the Law of attraction and all it has to offer.  I love this!
My language is so different now, my life is unrecognizable.

One Christmas after discovering the law of attraction and still not quite believing it, I was enjoying my neighbours company snugged up on the sofa, “What are you doing tomorrow?” She asked
Making some funny disbelief face I replied, “Off to look at a car.  It’s £20,000!” I rolled my eyes.  The rolling of the eyes demonstrated I wasn’t quite ‘there yet’ but nevertheless I went and looked.  For the first time stepping into a car showroom.  It was stunning.  Just as the Secret showed, I sat in the car, felt the steering wheel, took photographs and put them as my profile picture. 



For some reason I didn’t buy that car.  I bought something more flash.  Smaller.  Same price pretty much.  That was 7 years ago now.  Yet still, a smile appears across my face as I realise the magic in me going to collect the very same make and model car today.  All affordable now and very practical for my life of travel and all. 
The friend I told that Christmas has had to be lovingly waved goodbye.  As a person not understanding of my wishes and dreams, things became a little nasty and without wanting to respond or allow that behavior into my space, I needed to let go of her from my life.  Perhaps this was manifesting how I felt people might perceive the new ‘achieving’ me. It’s happened.  You see, I do believe the law of attraction comes with a few struggles which  again demonstrates the power of the mind. 
Instant manifestations come in the simple forms right now, I’m still working on the big stuff to show up instantly.  But it comes.  It just takes time.

Where I am at now is difficult to list without  sounding  like I’m bragging but for me it’s important to show how someone just like me can turn life around.  I’m happy now.  I believe now.  I’m enlightened. 
More than just money and things, I love living in the knowledge that our loved ones who have passed are having a great time in their home.  Peace of mind in knowing everything will be alright is simply priceless.  Although I do believe the law of attraction knowledge comes with some considerable responsibility.  My job now is creating blogs and YouTube videos helping others who were just like me to accept they can change things yet it’s not always as easy for some when they are changing mindset.  Rubbing the genies lamp will only work if you allow it.  My journey has had many blocks which needed unshifting.  Helping  others to see those blocks are there but we need to work around it to create the dream life and to be able to be who we want to be is a total dream.

More and more travel is planned.  My books are gaining popularity as I have dug deep within to realize the life of hard work and toil isn’t what I dreamed of as a child.  Writing since the early ages and being ‘that thing’ that I could do all day long is now my job!  A researcher in human nutrition has shown me how the science world has not quite caught up with my beliefs yet but it does see me on my way to a PhD in creative non-fiction writing as I continue to tell others their worth through my writing.   My story of health through nutrition is quite amazing as I showed the doctors I didn’t need medication or surgery for my Crohns disease as they suggested I did.  We are on the way to being financially free and this year sees a third retreat added to my portfolio in the beautiful Cornwall. 

Life is exciting.  I love being so happy.  Yet it’s been a journey.  It still is a journey. 

For those struggling with certain elements of the law of attraction, I understand.  These things take time and effort.  All in a good way.  And good things do happen, sometimes your belief sees you waiting a little while!
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Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Buying my Law of attraction car



This stuff really does work.



When I first discovered the law of attraction in 2009 I was blown away.

Testing my beliefs to the max, I decided to go and have a look in the local VW garage at a car which cost more than I could have ever imagined spending back then.  It all felt like a game.  A bit of a dream.



Actually, I came away with a VW golf - not the car i was looking at - much as I loved it, I felt the repayments and the petrol were too much for me and 2 years in I went and downgraded to something slightly smaller.  My belief system and 'poor mans thinking' had me a little stuck.



Recently, as you may know, I have been taking care of a poorly mum.  We generally use the wheelchair if we are going any sort of distance.  So the Polo is just a tad too small when we are trying to get luggage and wheelchair in the boot.  So guess what?  Yep, I went back to that original car from 2009 and bought that model.  Not the exact car of course but a newer one.  I love it.




Small things and large things happen.  In my next blog I will tell you about the recent trip to Whitstable and how the coffee shop owner manifested two white terrier dogs visiting the place!



Keep those beliefs..



Louise xoxo


















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Monday, 22 January 2018

Motivational Monday. 18 years on and things are so much better! #lawofat...

This is mind blowing for me to even type this.



18 years ago I'm not exaggerating when I remember the fact of being hungry, having to move home for support from my parents to the actual fact of giving me dinner every night.



You see, I was pregnant with twins.



I was also single.  Which wasn't part of the plan after 9 years of IVF.  That's another story for another time.  The book is coming. It needs to be right though.  Although I feel I should write the final chapter right now to highlight how I feel 18 years after giving birth.



Transforming life and feelings, I am now even giving help and advice and motivation to others.

So let me tell you this,  I know how it feels.  I know the feelings you have when you want more from life and the chips are down.

Even reading the law of attraction stuff, watching the videos and putting the 'stuff' into practice, you might think it's flawed.



Is it?



Or maybe it takes time.  Why?  Time is often needed to get over the belief that things like that don't happen to people like you.  I was like you.  If you have struggles (Don't get me wrong, I still have struggled but they are different now), you might feel you never quite can change things.



You can.  I did.



In this video I speak about my post on Facebook which is beginning to change everything...(see that post here)



Do you want life to change too?  It starts with your belief.  This I know. I've been there



Much love



Louise xoxo











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Sunday, 7 January 2018

Depressed on holiday?

Ok, so I forgot to take my tablets for 4 days.  

I'm not that person though.  Not that person who needs that tablet?  Without which negative thoughts creep in making me feel blue, sad, inadequate and all?  No surely not.

Maybe (almost definitely) it was the fact I have lots of university work to do.  Like, loads.  And in respect to that work I have certainly lost my muse.  What's the point?  You submit work, you've worked hard on it and they give ALL of us terrible marks.  The feedback is written by a child it seems and the entire thing has me blue.

A looming exam Wednesday. I need to revise.  Should I wing it? I'm honestly feeling that I'm at the end of the line regarding this work.  To the point of feeling excited when I talk about quitting.  

12 weeks to go.  IT would be daft right?

Yet I'm not enjoying this holiday like I thought I might purely for the fact of doing all this work.

No editing of films has gone on while I'm here and that's usually my late night love.  

For today, I will put down the books and do something I love, write.  I will edit a film later maybe.  Definitely walk along the beach (if mum is well enough to be left as the took a downturn yesterday).

Such a shame to feel this black cloud approaching when surrounded by beautiful beaches and the amazing blue sea.





Just goes to show, sometimes the bigger picture of what is going on in your life is the exact thing that is bringing you down rather than the surrounding environment.  Does any of this blog post make sense?  I'm not even sure.  Yet If I share a few photos with you now I will feel proud of them.  Showing Jasmine the world and laughing together is a definite way I would love to spend my life.

12 weeks...

Directly outside the hotel is this prom. Great for walkers.

Love locks are everywhere.  

Never ceases to take my breath away

Watching the sun come up from my balcony.  Sigma lens zooms for this shot. 

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