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Fairy Godmother's Lesson

The story of Cinderella holds some serious metaphysical lesson kids.
I've adapted this from you guessed it,
Marianne Williamson's Law Of Divine Compensation.
(I've finished this work and am going back for a second helping.)

The Fairy Godmother didn't order a new dress out of a catalog for Cinderella; she transformed Cinderella's rags into a ball gown.
The Fairy Godmother didn't order a limo;
she turned a pumpkin into a coach and mice into horsemen.
Whatever Cinderella needed, the universe took care of it.
Cinderella's purity of heart called forth the Fairy Godmother - that is the spirit within and the fairy godmother called forth everything she needed.

The Fairy Godmothers wand?  True, loving thought.
The light her wand casts onto things? True understanding.
The magic she works? The miracles that result.

The Fairy Godmother didn't have to order a dress or call out for a car because the universe miraculously transformed existing material.
That's how the universe operates; whatever already is, is the platform for what could be.
Cinderella despite her circumstances as a servant had the mind-set of the miraculous.
And so miracles came to her.

In one translation of the story, Cinderella becomes upset after her stepmother and stepsisters have gone to the ball, she is in the drive crying when Fairy Godmother finally appears. Cinderella exclaims "Oh, Fairy Godmother! I thought you'd never get here!"  T
To which Fairy Godmother lovingly responds, "Oh that's not true or I couldn't be here!"


Our souls are Cinderella. The ego is the wicked stepmother, and the Holy Spirit is our Fairy Godmother.

Each of us has a "wicked stepmother" ie; ego mind, seeking to obstruct our good. And each of us has a "fairy Godmother" i.e.; Holy Spirit working miracles to fulfill our hearts desire when ever our attitudes are pure.

Miracles are EVERYONE'S right, but purification is necessary first.

There is only one category of impurity that keeps miracles at bay, and that is lovelessness.
The Fairy Godmother didn't appear to the stepmother or stepsisters, because their thoughts and intentions were mean.  To where they had plenty of resources, they had no love in their hearts. Thus all of their plans came to naught.

Fairy Godmother says:
Be Grateful for what you have.
Clean up whatever you need to clean up.
Allow yourself to want what you want.

It's that hard yet that simple.

In reading this I couldn't help but be taken back to when I lost my shop on Race Street this time last year.  I surrendered my thoughts to peace and asked God to guide me.
I am typing from my storefront and home on Broadway - not from my apartment or a store in the alley - but on the main street of town and I count with many thanks my blessings everyday.

Where in your current circumstance can you change your mind and count yours?
Can you forgive those who have hurt you? Can you let yourself off the hook for the mistakes you have made too?
Can you be comfortable with your dreams?

As always, shoot me an email or leave a comment below.

In love and bliss,
Mick G


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