Universe, a Magnanimous Mother
I was 10 when I heard an audio cassette of Deepak Chopra’s ‘Seven Spiritual Law of Success’ wherein he talks about the Law of Intention and Desire, Quantum Physics, etc. I tried implementing it but soon got caught up in the mundane ways of life.
In my early 20s, my mum gifted me Lousie Hay’s ‘You can heal your life’ and Joseph Murphy’s ‘Power of Subconscious Mind’. I used the affirmations to get into an ivy league school, and some of the things I wanted, yet with time I grew out of it. Then came Ask and its Given by Esther Hicks. Sometimes, when I reflect on my life, it looks as if I was destined to have this knowledge.
2007 was a very difficult year for me. I shall not write about it here, but I am sure you all understand people have to confront situations in life which pushes them over the precipice. In Jan 2008, my mum spoke to me about The Secret. I Googled the website and subsequently downloaded the movie. I was ecstatic to finally read a simplified version of something I read as a 10 year old.
There was a guy I was interested in and hadn’t heard from in weeks. Then a common friend told me this guy was hospitalised, due to some virus in his heart (the very next day at 6.30 am).
I moved back to London from Amsterdam. My visa was to expire two days hence. I blessed the immigration officer before disembarking. I was given a 2 month spot extension to be able to apply for a Further Leave to Remain.
I had problems with my accommodation – the relatives I was staying with were unhappy about my extended stay. A friend came to my rescue, but then she too got into problems with her landlord. I couldn’t stay there anymore. I met one of my sub wardens from my previous residence. I had checked myself into a B&B not knowing what would happen to this problem, with the money running out and parents breaking their bank deposits to fund my stay in the UK, while I am working on my dissertation and scouting for a job. I only knew that the Universe would take care of me (my mum often speaks of unflinching faith). My sub warden shook up the entire establishment in my school and by the end of the day I had a central London accommodation, a flat system with a room all for myself. The school is releasing £1000 to fund my accommodation, and more is to come.
As regards to my job… everyone says there are no forthcoming jobs in the financial market. Having read Wallace Wattle’s book, I know we have to ask and it’s given. We are creators, jobs are not there for those who compete. I applied for positions online, and some of the best head hunting firms approached me to have an interview and get me on their candidate base. So far so good…
But more recently I did an assessment centre with a top 5 Investment Banking Company. I was worried about what the case study was about, and although I was irritated (fear-based response), my mum reminded me to have faith that I’ll get info about the case study somehow. Out of the blue, someone on one of the online forums sent me a mail, that it was about integrating client bases for operational efficiencies.
Today is the 28th of March, and I am confident that on the 31, in my celebration, I’ll be here to write the story of my getting into a top league Ibank.