Since last week's post was about beating the drum of my ideal concert experience, I thought I would share one of my earliest ones, which is also my very first experience in deliberately using visualization.
It made a believer out of me.
I have loved the old Etta James song, “At Last” from
the first moment I heard it.
During the deepest, darkest, period of my life, I
heard Bobby Caldwell’s version, from his album “Soul Survivor”, for the first
time, and it brought tears to my eyes. Okay, I’ll admit, I cried like a
baby. I listened to it over and over and
I felt as though it warmed my soul.
A few months later, I was feeling very low. My
daughter and I were homeless, my business’ store front had been crashed in by a
drunk driver, and sales had plummeted.
Truth is I was very depressed.
My mother suggested I do something to lift my
spirits. Why not go see this Bobby
Caldwell guy in concert? So I looked him up and found out he was doing a show
in a city about 275 miles away. Mom
agreed to take care of my daughter and my shop, and I drove the five hours to
the show.
Bobby Caldwell had his eighteen piece big band with
him and it was a great concert. It definitely
lifted my spirits and I even stuck around after the show, talking to a couple
of the band members, got my CD’s autographed by Mr. Caldwell and even had a
picture taken with him. But he never sang “At Last”.
When I got home and had my film developed,
the photo turned out really well, so I mailed it to Mr. Caldwell in California
and asked him to sign it for me.
I hadn’t tried it yet, just read it.
A few weeks later while visiting my brother in
Chicago, an ad for a Bobby Caldwell concert taking place in two weeks, caught
my eye. I informed my brother that I would be back in two weeks if I could get
a ticket to the show.
When I returned home, I noticed the Creative
Visualization book sitting beside my bed, and decided to give it try.
Every night for the next two weeks, I went to sleep visualizing
being at the Bobby Caldwell concert, hearing him sing “At Last”, and how that
would make me feel.
I would play the CD
and feel the feeling as if it were happening right then.
I called and bought my ticket. Since I only needed one, I got a great seat
on the 11th row.
When the time came, my daughter and I made the 500
mile (each way) trip to Chicago.
I was so excited.
I just knew he was going to sing my song. I could feel it. After all, I had been feeling it and seeing it, every
night for the past two weeks.
I found my way to the University campus (no GPS just
an old fashioned map), where the concert was being held and went in and took my
seat.
As I sat there waiting for the show, the lady beside me said, “Honey, I
think the guy at the organ is trying to get your attention”. I looked up and sure enough it looked like he
was waving at me, so I waved back. I remembered talking to him after the show
in Cleveland.
During intermission the keyboard guy came out to
talk to me. He said, “I don’t remember
your name, or where it we met, but I remember you. Would you like to come backstage and say hi
to Bobby after the show?” Well of course
I would!
The concert was fantastic. Even better than the first one, but he didn’t
sing “At Last”. As the show ended, I
refused to believe that all my visualizing hadn’t worked. It was such a great concert I couldn’t be
disappointed. Instead, I told myself
that maybe this visualization stuff just took a bit longer than two weeks, and perhaps I would get to
go to another concert and he would sing it then.
The keyboard guy came out and escorted me backstage
to Mr. Caldwell’s dressing room. There were a lot of people in there so we just
waited around until they all cleared out and Mr. Caldwell came over.
We started
chatting and he signed my newest CD’s and commented that I looked
familiar. I mentioned I had seen the
show in Cleveland and I had sent him my photo from that show and he had signed
it for me. He asked if I had driven all the way from Cleveland to Chicago for
this show. I said, “No, I drove five
hundred miles from WV, to see this show!” He then asked if I had enjoyed
it. “I loved it, I replied, but I was so
hoping you would sing, “At Last”.”
He
took me by the hand, and began singing “At Last”, right there, in the dressing
room. It was not the way I had pictured it, and of course
he didn’t sing the whole song, and there was no big band, but it was better than
anything I had visualized.
I drove all
five hundred miles home, on cloud nine.
At last.
Have you ever deliberately use visualization?
Did it work? I'd love to hear all about it. I love fun manifesting stories.
Love and luck,
Lucky Lady
It's Law of Attraction for Your Lucky Life!