Transforming a Life Through Creativity & Intentional Thought
Little do many people know, but we all have the power to change our own lives. This change begins with the thoughts that we allow ourselves to think. Changing our reality on the outside begins with changing the world inside.
Look around you now. Everything that you see was once just a thought inside of a person’s mind. Thoughts, quite literally, become things. That goes for us, too. We are today, a result of the thoughts that we entertained yesterday. With that in mind, what would you like to create out of yourself for tomorrow?
Every person walking this earth today has access to an abundant flow of energy that comes straight from the source of everything. Call that creative force ‘God’, ‘Allah’, ‘The Universe’, or insert any other name here. The source, in my world, is the spirit of Nature — the driving force behind this entire three-dimensional existence as we know it. With this energy that we can access, we, too, have the power to create or destroy. We are always doing one or the other unconsciously, and sometimes both at the same time because to create something, might mean that something else must be destroyed.
When we become conscious and aware of this energy, we harness a divine power that allows us to create with it whatever we want. If what we want to create is aligned with the highest ‘good’ or ‘Truth’, as I prefer to call it, Nature may see to it that it comes into being.
When we access our highest power as human beings, we must also become aware of our ability to use this power for darker purposes — the same power, after all, can also be used for destruction. We see this creation/ destruction power dynamic at play in our everyday lives. Take, for example, the position of a coach. A person comes to the coach for help with their sense of Self. The person must open themselves and tell said coach about their issue with their self-worth & confidence. In doing so, the person is choosing to place themselves in a position of vulnerability. They are, in turn, putting the coach in a position of authority and, therefore, giving said coach power over themselves.
This power could be used for one of two purposes: the wounded, insecure coach could choose to prey on the vulnerable person, sucking out every ounce of energy from their soul to further empower themselves and solidify their belief in their position of authority. A more whole, healed, and, therefore, secure coach on the other hand, could choose to breathe life into and plant seeds inside of the person with their nurturing words, and sit back to watch them grow into their highest selves, whilst maintaining a grounded nature around their own authoritative position.
Seven years ago, I decided to become my own coach. I adopted a journaling practice at the peak of a short depression following the breakdown of my first intimate relationship. This relationship ended for good on New Years’ Eve on the cusp of 2018. At the time, I couldn’t understand why my then-girlfriend had called an end to what was, to me, a blossoming and beautiful romance. In my mind, I had found the one that I would spend my entire life with.
In hindsight, I was more lost in the fantasy of this relationship than I was living in the reality of it. We never really got to know each other too deeply; simply enjoying each other’s physical company more than conversing and revealing our true selves. Still, I was utterly devastated at the time to have lost something real, and I struggled to make sense of my life in the months that followed. I felt stuck and completely lost. I was working a dead-end job, stacking shelves in a supermarket and had no hope for the future, or belief in where I wanted to take my life.
I never knew my father, and the two men that succeeded him at the head of the home weren’t particularly healthy role models for me. For the fourteen years prior to this breakup, I had been without a male figure watching over me. In the months that I was nursing my broken heart, some fatherly advice from a man that had ‘been there and done it’ would have gone a long way to helping me find direction and build back my confidence and self-esteem. In my father’s absence, I had no choice but to father myself through this dark period of my life.
My writings in the earliest pages of my journal often took the form of me writing down what, or who, I wished to become in the future. I began to design myself and my life on paper, therefore bringing into the real world, my dreams and visions from the world of spirit. Sometimes, I would write down words of support and encouragement towards myself. It was as if there was a higher and more advanced version of me that I was accessing through the blank pages of my journal. I always remember feeling like there was a sort of ‘deeper Self’ within myself whilst growing up — a voice that echoed somewhere beyond the immediate voice that drove my actions and behaviours; something other than ‘me’ that also observed, interpreted and understood my experiences. It was on the pages of my journal when I was feeling most broken, lost and alone that I unearthed and reconnected with this deeper version of myself, and stepped into my true, divine power as a human being.
I have lived, for many years, with an intention of becoming the man that I never had around when I was younger. My mind has been filled, for as long as I can remember, with visions of my future Self. My wounded father wanted nothing to do with me when I entered his kingdom here on earth, and my stepfathers, from what I remember, were not too interested (or able, perhaps) to become adequate role models for me. I matured, therefore, very quickly, spiritually speaking, although, admittedly, it took me a long time to grow up in the physical world. I taught myself many tough lessons well into my twenties, and even in the present, as I venture now into my thirties, I still find myself making mistakes and learning lessons along my way. I am sure, being the kind of person that I am, that I always will.
This version of me that was unearthed in the pages of my journal has been somewhere inside of me all along, holding my hand and guiding me through the many trials and tribulations that I have faced so far in life. It was with subconscious intention, I believe, that I have been creating myself ever since I was born. Perhaps my mother has a part to play in this creative process, too. Her scathing words of my father and stepfathers would have, no doubt, gone some way towards forging me in the fires in which I was raised. She provided me with the greatest education about what makes a man, albeit unconsciously, with the words that she spoke to me and around me whilst I was growing up.
Although my own subconscious was driving me on for many years whilst I was still, perhaps, half-asleep and stuck in a mode of survival to make it through my early years, the deep pain and grief of the loss of someone that I loved very deeply in my mid-twenties ensured that I was promptly shocked into a state of consciousness. By becoming intentional about who I wanted to be in the pages of my journal back in 2018, I was recognising and becoming aware of who, or, perhaps, what, I was. It was back then that I was being awakened to my true, spiritual nature.
It is when we become aware of our true, spiritual nature, and all that is beyond the limited, three-dimensional, physical world, that we seize control of the helm of our own ship, regain our divine power, and, therefore, can begin directing our conscious thoughts, and accessing our own infinite supply of creative energy that allows us to create the versions of ourselves that we want to be, and the lives that we wish to lead tomorrow.