I wonder about the law of reflection. You know, you are in a grumpy mood and then the rest of the day you feel like everyone around you is impatient, cutting you off in traffic or yelling or simply being mean. Fortunately, I rarely have such days. I used to think it was my being an optimist.
I tend to see the good side of everything. Burning my toast in the morning perhaps meant that I wasn’t supposed to have the carbs of bread that day. Getting caught on errands in a downpour meant I was supposed to enjoy the smell of the rain and wait for the downpour to let up before venturing back to my car and driving home.
I wonder though if there really is something to the universal law of reflection. That law states that anything you put out into the universe will reflect back to you. If you are in fear that something bad will happen to you that day, you are literally pleading with everyone to do something to you for you to be fearful about.
I used to live in Baltimore Maryland. It has been in the news lately of being one of the most violent, crime ridden cities in the United States. Multiple times a day I heard the wailing siren of police cars as they sped down the street near my home. Several times a year I would hear a police helicopter overhead as one of the nearby businesses had been robbed yet again.
My next door neighbors had a burglar alarm system and a little sign in their front yard telling the world that they were protected. We did not. I never feared at all the fourteen years we lived there that we would ever be robbed. I would imagine our house was sometimes invisible to robbers and they would never even think to break into our house. I would sit on my back porch and gaze out into my lovely flower garden I had planted and feel I was in a peaceful, safe, beautiful oasis. Our home was never broken into. Our next door neighbors though with their fears of being robbed had that happen, and more than once.
I don’t think it was about being lucky or unlucky. It was all about energy. While I sent out thoughts and feelings that the world was beautiful and safe, my neighbor sent out thoughts that living in the city was a bad idea. My neighbors attracted a group of young men to come and rob them. They had to see our house when they decided which house to break into and the energy surrounding my house had to somehow repulse them like bug spray is to mosquitoes.
I am noticing this law of reflection works beyond human interactions. Last week I was in the mood to make lovely summer sandwiches with fresh mozzarella, basil, tomatoes, and a balsamic vinegar. The sun was shining in a clear blue sky, the temperature was beautiful, and there was low humidity. I went into the store and ever single item I had on my grocery list was on sale. I had a perfect sandwich on a perfect day!
No wonder I stopped watching national news several years ago. It was full of fearful items with killings, wars, domestic violence, and other not so nice things. I also don’t like horror movies or violent movies or those with lots of fear and suspense making your heart pound and hands sweat. I don’t invite those things into my life. I choose love.
Some people might say I live in a fantasy world and to just accept that violence, hatred, and fear are all around. However, I see sadness and separation in much of that. If I close my eyes, I can imagine the robber being a little three year old having his toys yanked away from him, leaving him crying. I can imagine the abuser being a little child and being hit by an adult until they were bruised and bleeding. I’m not saying the abused became the abuser any more than an acorn can become a telephone pole some day. There is potential but not an absolute that it will happen.
So I imagine when I go on vacation, that the weather will be perfect. Divinely perfect. On one vacation, it rained the whole time with a cold sort of rain where the best thing to do was wrap yourself up in a blanket and sit by a fireplace. I was staying at a Bed and Breakfast that indeed had a huge fireplace with a welcome fire going all day as the rain pelted the windows. Being there, inside, near the fire with unlimited hot teas or coffees all day was perfect. On another vacation, I stayed in a cabin on a Lake Heron. The weather was perfect, whether it be windy enough to cause waves to crash on the rocky beach or mild and sunny to watch hummingbirds flit in and out of a bright red feeder on the porch overlooking the lake. I have to believe because I was with peace with the world and expected a beautiful vacation, all would be well. And it was. The weather and entire experience reflected the joy and peace I was feeling. The law of reflection is for real.