How this down-to-earth Dutch person suddenly became spiritually enlightened
At six o'clock the alarm, half an hour of some physical movement and then meditate. That's roughly how my day starts. I started with five minutes of breathing in for four seconds and out for four seconds, but on vacation I sometimes manage to do it for a whole hour. I manifest joyfully, say my intentions out loud, and it could very well be that the Mooncalendar hangs in my bathroom. You want something to read there too.
I come from far. Meditation was something for monks on a mountain and I always laughed when someone cleansed a new house with a bunch of burning sage. Until I stumbled upon manifesting, because that actually sounded like a very logical and down-to-earth step-by-step plan. You dream of something, you think very hard about how this could be in practice and take a first step. That first step always leads to a second, you dare to say it out loud after a few steps and voilà: it can just happen to you. For example, I am writing this from the Pavo Café in Greece with a view over the sea. Hell yes, I applied that step-by-step plan here.
Meditation helps you on your way to manifesting, so I had to get into that too. So it happened that I struggled to sit in lotus position at half past six in the morning. The first three times I was distracted by an enormous itch on my nose or shortness of breath or my shopping list for the supermarket, but I got the hang of it. The nice thing is that meditation clears your head and provides peace and more focus. That focus is handy for executing your plan.
What does it yield me as a down-to-earth Dutch person? I have less stress because I know how to meditate myself calm. I worry less because I learned how to do that. I live much more in the moment instead of always being busy with what is yet to come and then also being busy with the next thing. I can tackle that gigantic #mood with one simple technique. And I consciously focus on what I want and how to get there, one way or another. Don't get me wrong, I am very aware of the fact that it is a luxury that I have the time and space to ponder this.
In the meantime, I live on a spiritual level a bit under the motto: if it doesn't help, it doesn't hurt. I could never have imagined that I would experience anything on a spiritual level, so that's quite a shift. So far, meditating gives me more than it costs me effort, so why not? And fuck it, maybe I'll accidentally slide my stone coasters into the moonlight tonight. But I hereby solemnly promise that my Dutch down-to-earthness will take over before I turn into a wellness right-winger who votes for Baudet.
