Conscious Creation Stories

Greetings Jackie,

We live consciously, and are proof that conscious creation works. My husband and I work for a retail chain and make retail salaries. Yet we were able to purchase 300 acres of mountain land and build our dream log cabin on it, while paying less for a mortgage than many people pay for rent. We tell our story every chance we get, to encourage others to live consciously.

We dreamed of being the caretakers (we don’t often say "owners") of land in the mountains, where we could live quietly amid nature’s creations. We made lists of what we wanted, visualized the peaceful place, and affirmed that we knew it would come to us when the time was right. For four years we searched for the right place, then one day it found us. Roy saw a small ad in the paper just before Yule in 2000. It offered 250 acres for $125,000. It was only half an hour away from us, so we drove up to see it. There was over 3 feet of snow on the ground, so we climbed the steep hillside on snowshoes, and were immediately drawn in by a feeling of welcome and "rightness." We were overwhelmed – We had been to so many places, and none had resonated like this mountain did. We called the realtor and started the process to buy the land.

As we did the prep work to purchase the land, we asked for confirmation that this was the right path for us. Immediately, amazing things started happening: First, the owner dropped the price by $25,000 without us even asking! When we put it under contract, the realtor told us the owner was including a piece of land adjacent that included 11 acres and a hunting cabin. Then when we met to sign the papers, the realtor informed us he had some news regarding the size of the parcel. It was not 250 acres as previously stated, but 300!

We put Roy’s house up for sale, and it sold the very first week, and for $20,000 more than our realtor wanted us to list it for, to his chagrin. We moved into the hunting cabin on the mountain while we built our log home. Friends and relatives appeared to help us build it for a reasonable cost, and we did much of the work ourselves, cherishing every moment. The crowning moment was when Roy was working on the top row of logs for the main floor. He was sitting atop the log wall, pounding in a spike, when a big red-tail hawk swooped down from the mountain and landed on the log wall! The spot where it sat was directly above our front door hole, and it calmly sat there, only a few feet from Roy, where they stared at each other for a long moment. I saw it all, and it brought tears to my eyes. After holding Roy’s gaze for several seconds, it calmly spread its wings, held them out, then purposefully lifted off into the sky again. Neither of us could ever doubt that we are blessed after that encounter.

One day when we were working on the inside staircase, a man appeared at the door. He introduced himself as Ravenwolf, a Native American man who lived across the river on a nearby mountain. He presented us with a handmade dreamcatcher and thanked us for buying the mountain. He told us a story we hadn’t heard: The reason the land appeared in the paper in time for Roy to see it, was that a gravel company had tried to buy it the year before. They had come in with excavators and dug test holes. They went to a town meeting and told the townspeople their plans to blast the rock with dynamite and dig gravel. Ravenwolf said they declared, "When we’re done, you’ll be able to see town from here." The townspeople, disgusted, declined to allow them a business permit. Ravenwolf said they’d prayed that someone would come who would appreciate the mountain the way it is. So you could say they were creating the mountain’s future at the same time we were creating ours!

I’m sure you’ve heard many similar stories, as have we. Each one confirms again that Conscious Creation is fact. Some people insist that Conscious Creation is no more than wishful thinking, but wishful thinking doesn’t account for us waking up on this beautiful mountain each morning, and knowing that we belong here.

Bright Blessings to you and yours!
Eleda Towle
Hiram, Maine

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