For months now, I have seen the number 444 and 44 several times a day. Numerologists say it signifies the successful outcome of a project, that hard work will reap rewards. So I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice.
I welcome you to read INFP: A Flower in the Shade, Hope for the Healer which has been launched on Kindle and is available for free May 13 through May 17. This work is intended to help the Myers-Briggs INFP personality types by providing practical guidance for them in their careers, romances, and relationships. The exceptional aspects of the INFP personality are celebrated in my book, for the INFP is a master of metaphor, a romantic hero, and a compassionate healer whose ambition for improving the human condition is unparalleled.
I think the INFP’s are like flowers in the shade. They are beautiful creatures, yet they feel unnoticed due to their rare constitution and their reserved nature. They are often sad and lonely. However, the enthusiasm for the ideals they value and their highly prinicpled nature make them worthy of greatness. My book discusses ways for the INFP to address some of the emotional problems unique to his type such as how to deal with feelings of self-doubt and isolation.
The INFP’s are here to mend the wounds of separations and to change the world. INFP: A Flower in the Shade is dedicated to INFP’s and my hope is that it helps them to know the power of their healing energy.
I’m almost finished with my next book. I’m not sure which title to use: INFP: The Romantic Hero or INFP: The Romantic Healer.
Here’s what it’s about:
The Romantic Hero is a celebration of the INFP’s richness and intensity. It is about the consequences of his preferences and how he can avoid the emotional turmoil that accompanies living in the shade. It is an exploration of his individualism, his quest for truth and authenticity, his compassion, and his keen conceptual awareness as well as his struggles and his many contradictions. It is a discussion of the reasons for his loneliness and the ways to appreciate his “gifts differing”. Its purpose is to help INFP’s who may be feeling lost and alone to feel liberated and extraordinary. It is written to assist him on his own life journey and especially, to view his attributes as the gifts Myers and Briggs intended the profiles to provide.
I fell the other day while entering my house with groceries in hand. Sign from the universe? Of course. But what does it mean when you go down? It would be a lot easier to interpret signs like these if that inner voice with all the answers was louder. Did it mean stop? Pay attention? Take care of yourself? Rest? Stop complaining about your small house and learn to love it? I’m not really sure, as it could mean any of those things given my current situation.
That’s the problem with interpreting signs as warnings. If you get the intended message, there is a great feeling of relief and gratitude. If you don’t get the message readily, you add doubt to the problem the message is pointing you to.
There are a lot of New Age discussions out there about this sort of thing–that you invite the circumstances of your life by thinking in certain ways. You know, “That which is like unto itself is drawn” would be how Abraham, Esther Hick’s spiritual guides, would put it. You get what you think about and I believe it’s true. However, it’s hard not to over-think the meaning of the signs. Exactly which thoughts led to my broken rib? There’s a lot of them swirling around in my head.
To get the message sent by the universe, you are advised by spirit guides to seek the counsel of your higher self by clearing the cluttered mind and waiting for the answer to come. Imagining white light is supposed to help. Ohmm’ing a note or two puts you up in the higher realms as well. I’ve done all those things. But, you know what? I rarely hear an inner voice. Don’t get me wrong. I believe in all this stuff. I just haven’t come across anyone who talks about how hard it is.
I’m re-reading the Sanaya Roman books. Orin suggests, to know your life purpose, imagine yourself entering the library containing your Akashic Records, find your book, open it, and the words will be there, defining your path. My page has been blank for a week. Maybe this is why I fell?
I do hope my spirit guide has a sense of humor because I think it’s time those of us who fall down on our spiritual paths, break a rib, and can’t figure out which metaphysical message to pick get some attention. Maybe I should write one of those “10 Best” books next. How about “Top Ten Signs You’ve Misinterpreted Signs from the Universe”? A little wordy, but I can work on it. Or maybe I could coin a trendy new phrase–“Imagery Deficit Disorder”.
Anyway, to all those soul-seekers out there who do believe but dare to admit their mystical mediocrity, I invite you to share the honest and hilarious stories of your acausal disconnections. Hope I don’t fall down laughing.
Lots of Love!
from Dead Mentors
Part Two, Chapter 1: “The Antiquity”
I imagined Sophia’s return to Florida like that of a migratory bird. I often saw her that way, drifting from Florida to Peterborough and back as if guided by the angle of the sun, a snowbird from Canada, a tropical bird from Florida, trying to find the light. The duality of Sophia’s nature was a delightful mix of seasoning and sensing, a veritable astrological configuration of Libra’s balanced scales. What is lovliest and typical of the Libran’s preference is the slight tilt of equilibrium–they are never too far to one side and never directly in the middle. Extremes are never tolerated by the Libran, including stark symmetry. To know them is to be utterly confused by them.