The Eleventh Hour

Sometimes I wonder if the universe gets its kicks from watching us sweat. How many times has it pulled through for us in the eleventh hour? Just when you thought doom was upon you and you had finally reached your wits end, and then VOILA! a miracle occurs. But then, sometimes I wonder if its really US conjuring up the miracle at the last second. Of course miracles always appear as being outside of ourselves- something that miraculously happens to us- as if we are miracle victims. And perhaps its true that there was a bigger hand "out there" helping us out.

But what if we are the creators of our reality? Nothing exempt from our imaginations. Everything is up for grabs. No excuses. Full responsibility. Outsiders and external details are only matching what we are asking for.....

I know what you MIGHT be thinking. "If I create my reality then WHY would I create these troublesome times for myself? WHY wouldnt I have the miracle occur BEFORE the eleventh hour in order to save some sanity for myself??"

Maybe we are just pushing ourselves.

Testing. Testing. Testing.

How much patience do I really have?

I THINK i am strong enough to handle this or that, but am I really?

Perhaps its only in the eleventh hour that we implement our greatest strengths, most incredible solutions, or massive quatum leaps.

Perhaps its the eleventh hour that we are most ourselves- the truest hour.

And maybe it really takes us the previous "eleven" hours to sift through and let go of those things holding us back: limiting beliefs, beliefs that arent even ours but decided to call our own anyway, old fears, habitual conditioning, living inside a box created for us and not by us.

So it just may be that WE take ourselves to the edge and we peer over, we pace and we pace, look over again, kick some dirt, throw some rocks, sit down and cry, get mad, scream, walk away.....and then....

in an instant.....

the perfect conditions align themselves and we know we can jump into the next day of our new lives....miraculously.