Every bad thing that’s happened to me had been previously thought of by me and wished on someone else. I don’t believe that my wishing was the cause of the “bad things” exactly, but it is a phenomenon I’ve decided to experiment with. I’m going to wish good things for people who get on my nerves or who I don’t like. This will be a long-term project, at least a year. If the past is a pattern, I should win the lottery or be successful or happy beyond all imagined happiness by the end of the year.
Most of my past wishes haven’t been horrible. My most frequent wish wasn’t even conscious. I had a vague desire for those around me to stay in a holding pattern, to not make any changes in their lives, while I soar. When I see these people, friends and family, they tell me about the normal things in their lives. They ask me what I’ve been doing and I say “Nothing.” And it’s the truth. I’m stagnant. I had a burst of activity in the past year, but even that seems to be peetering out. Besides wishing good for others, I think I should stop wishing anything for myself. I should focus on doing.
