Many have heard this story. It’s a story I’ve told over the years in workshops and during speaking seminars. Still, it’s a story that keeps its importance. It’s a story of creation and how to create, or as often said these days, it’s a story of how to manifest.
I had just read Richard Bach’s Illusions, a great book I highly recommend. I was reading the book because I was at a time in my life when I was caught in the illusion of non-creation and needed to be reminded of how to create.
In the book, Donald, the teacher, talks to Richard about creating, specifically how to create. Donald suggested that Richard start with something easy to find to prove to himself that he can create. Richard started with a blue feather.
Richard found his blue feather, thus learning he could create what he desired. I too found my blue feather, but not as easily as Richard found his.
It was a Friday evening when I decided I needed to find a blue feather. I gave myself until Sunday night to do so. All weekend, I looked for that blue feather. Trying too hard actually pushes away that which we want to create, but that surrendering didn’t come to me until later.
First, to create, you need clear motivation. My motivation for creating the blue feather was clear. I wanted to remind myself that I knew how to create and manifest.
Next, visualize that which you want to create. Several times during the weekend, I visualized that blue feather in my hand. I used my senses. I could see it and feel it in my hand. It was real.
Be aware of your thoughts and be grateful for the manifestation. I lived in the city at the time, so I went out to the woods to walk. Surely blue feathers were more plentiful in the country. I lived in the energy of the blue feather and stayed in gratitude for it appearing in my life.
But no blue feather.
Sunday evening came. I was ready to give up. I was so frustrated and down. I felt like such a failure. It was then I gave it over to Spirit. “Okay, I said. “If that blue feather is going to show up it’s going to be on your timetable, not mine. It would be nice if it showed up, but Your timetable, not mine, Your Will, not mine. I had decided what I wanted, did all the work, but until that moment, hadn’t given it over to the Divine Self to do the work.
Within a few moments, I was tired, really tired. Thought I’d fall asleep right there, if only for a few minutes, but felt compelled to go all the way upstairs to the bedroom. We can be so lazy when Spirit speaks to us. It’s so easy to not listen or expel the energy to do what is asked of us. When I finally convinced myself to get up, I heard my inner voice tell me to turn around. Of course, I had to be told more than once, but I did turn around.
There, inside my home, in the city, right next to the box of cat toys was Sesame, one of my cats. She was pulling out a cat toy. You guessed it. The toy was a ball with a blue feather attached. Caught on her claw, Sesame looked up at me as if to say, “Meow, Mom, Here’s your blue feather.”