Auspiciousness of Life

I live on the 21st floor of my building.  When I agreed to take the apartment, I was only slightly remiss that it wasn't the 20th floor.  Only 1 floor away from the most auspicious location.

20 has been my favored number since I was a young child.  Around the age of 6 or 7, I had come to the realization that 20 resonated with me more than any other number... it probably came as a result of having to pick a favorite number.

I believe that Auspiciousness is a quality that becomes infused into the symbols to which we attach sacredness or ausipiciousness.  I spoke of the date 11/11 as an auspicious date without any particular reasoning or experience that would exemplify its exalted qualities... a student asked me why this date is special, and I responded that it just feels special, and that is enough to make it worthy of auspiciousness.

My practical life experience has demonstrated that my mind creates this world... and in order to manifest the world of my wildest dreams, I need to continue living as though that world is already manifest.

One such example is related to a recent connection I made with the editor of a very well-circulated magazine promoting health and wellness for men.  During our dinner, we spoke of a collaboration that would introduce a spiritual component to the magazine's content.

Following that evening, I wrote a proposal to the editor with some general ideas about such a collaboration, and pitched myself as a contributor.  In my mind, I envisioned writing monthly articles focused on demystifying yoga and related spiritual practices, and translate the wisdom into bite-size downloads that could be readily digested by the magazines' readers.

After I sent the proposal, I detached myself from any expectations about what could happen, and patted myself on the back for dreaming big.  After a few days of anticipation, I realized that in order to manifest this reality, I should begin writing as though I've already been commissioned.  The best part of this realization is that the writing is what gives me the most pleasure... more than the recognition, the money, the exposure, or any other external accolades.

Back to my story about the 21st floor... for the past several weeks, one of the elevators has been mysteriously dysfunctional.  When it arrives on the 21st floor, it displays that it is on the 20th floor, and it also tends to get stuck on my floor, and remains there with the door open, proudly displaying the number 20.  Rather than seeing this as a dysfunction, I see it as a realization of what I am wanting in a mysteriously serendipitous way.