Every year the ever-faithful farmers muster up enough faith to plant their seeds into the dusty soil, somehow they knew a soaking rain would douse the seeds into fertility and life would spring forth under the blessing of a hot sun and blue skies. The prairie would burst into green, before striking gold and a bountiful harvest would pour forth year after year.
We are like farmers. Our thoughts are seeds we plant into the soil of our subconscious mind. We prepare the soil of our subconscious with forgiveness, love, affirmative prayer, Truth, and spiritual practice to our highest capacity within collective consciousness. Like one wheat seed produces a multitude of wheat seeds, our thoughts burgeon forth, overflowing and producing forms, experiences and conditions bearing the likeness to the thoughts we planted, and we reap the good we sowed.
What my Dad referred as a "million dollar rain", seeding in desolate conditions, preparing the soil, having faith, and expecting a bountiful harvest, was a blueprint for how to incubate million dollar ideas. Thanks Dad!
On the day of my birth you were my gift.
Happy Birthday Dad.
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