THE POWER OF BELIEFS
March 13, 2008 by Will HamiltonWhen I was younger I realized that the “love” I was taught was conditional. I was angry because I wasn’t loved unconditionally. I dreamed unconditional love existed, though at the time, really all I wanted was to be accepted. I wanted my heroes to like me. I imagined that’s how the angels loved…unconditionally. There was one problem…my love (or what I thought was my love) was conditional as well. I was judging others for doing exactly what I was doing.
I remember a time when I put a penny in my mouth and Mom yelled, grabbed the penny out and was hysterical about the fact that doctors would have to pump my stomach if I had swallowed it. I was scared to death and felt horribly guilty that I had displeased Mom so much.
At that time I made an unconscious decision to not have money in my life…and when it would come to me, as it would, I would find ways to get rid of it. I’m not sure if this was to please Mom (desire) or just keep myself from experiencing that anger (fear) and sheer terror she had expressed about my having the penny in my mouth. Oh yeah, she also said it was dirty. So the confused conclusion (belief) became “money was dirty and it would cause me to go to the hospital.” Good luck trying to get wealthy with that belief system. In fact, that belief was convinced it was in my best interest to not have money. That’s how strong the belief was. In the early 80’s I was in sales and earning more than I ever had in my life. I was good! Guess what? You got it. I got ulcers. My stomach started bleeding…everyday. Guess where I ended up? In the hospital, as they healed up the four ulcers. Hey, that belief was accurate. If I have money, I’ll end up in the hospital with stomach problems. I blamed the ulcers on a lot of factors – stress at work, stress at home…just a lot of stress. But the real stress was the simple fact that I was afraid that money was going to make me sick. When I got some money, I did get sick. But the money didn’t make me sick, the belief did. It was then I began to understand a simple concept…”your experiences confirm your beliefs.” Meditate on that one for a moment. I got this understanding in the mid 80’s. If you don’t enjoy what you are experiencing, change your beliefs. To change your beliefs, you must first know what they are. How do you know what you really believe, as opposed to what you think you believe? Check your experiences. See how it works? So today I sit on the precipice of great wealth, knowing a couple of things. The money won’t hurt me. My beliefs won’t hurt me. I have healed those beliefs. How? By loving those beliefs unconditionally! Errors only need to be corrected. They don’t have to be attacked, ridiculed or humiliated. They just need to see that the current line of thinking is counter productive. The belief, as is the case with most false beliefs, was created in a moment of sheer panic by a 3 year old…and that 3-year-old was making the best decision he could at the time. That 3-year-old made that decision out of love and concern. If you thought something was going to harm you, you’d avoid it wouldn’t you? If you thought something was going to harm your children, you’d warn them to stay away from it wouldn’t you? Sure you would. So there’s no reason to blame Mom for her panic or blame Billy for the decisions he made. Everyone at that moment was doing the best they could. There’s nothing to judge, nothing to be angry about and nothing to hold any grudges about. That’s what the 3-year-old was doing…protecting me! He saw protecting me from the harmful side affects of money as his role and he kept doing it all my life. Unconsciously. Have you ever had some money and the next thing you know it’s gone? You spend a little here and a little there, you eat a little nicer and the next thing you know, the money is gone! “Dang, where’d my money go?” That silent, invisible belief was at work in my experiences. The little guy was just looking out for me. But now he understands that his role is complete. I won’t be swallowing pennies or putting money in my mouth, so it’s OK for me to have money! I know this sounds silly to some of you, but you may not realize how much your inner child has been running your life. I appreciate that kid in me. He’s a beautiful soul looking out for my best interest. And because he loves me unconditionally, he’s willing to leave, knowing he’s done his job and his work is completed now. He sees the error in his thinking and from a new frame of reference he is able to let go of the need to protect me from the dangers of money. There is no danger.
Does this make sense to you? Enjoy your day! Leave a note if you’d like. Tell me the one thing you’d really like to learn about universal, unconditional love.