Can you program your dreams?

Can you program your dreams to have a more successful life?

What if you knew you were a Lottery Winner…of the spiritual kind?

What if you woke up and realized that you are an unrepeatable phenomena?

What if you realized that regardless of your struggles, you’ve won the lottery as evidenced by the miracle of our presence in a physical body here on earth?

In fact, consider that the chance of you being born is a billion to one. You are a living, breathing, miraculous lottery winner…surrounded by billions of other lottery winners…most of whom have forgotten they are lottery winners!

Ok (you might be thinking), “Blah blah blah…I know I’ve spiritually won the lottery…but it would sure be nice to win it in waking reality…not just in my dreams.”

Well, you’re in luck.

What if I told you that you could program your dreams to line your energy up with the lottery winning vibration that would put in line to manifest more of the people and situations in your life that would be worth more than all the money in the world…and it might bring you to the greater wealth you desire as well???

Scroll down to read a true story of a friend of mine-who I’ll call “Thelma”-who practiced the art of “Embodiment” of the energy of the lottery and…well I won’t spoil the story…

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It was June 28, 2009 and Thelma-known by many as the “Life is Good” red headed angel of New York City-was in a funk. What triggered her dark night of the soul? Things like this always come in threes. On one hand it was her third rejection from a bank for a $25,000 loan she had been trying to get to start her business. Secondly, her birthday (June 25th) had just passed. Thirdly, and most heartbreaking to her, was the fact that not only did Michael Jackson die (her favorite musician/entertainer of all time), but he died on her birthday.

To add insult to injury, during her three-day hibernation in her apartment hovering over Times Square, all her tears led to a horrible migraine headache.

This story might have continued spiraling downward if not for the divine intervention of Lou, her dear friend and birthday buddy (born June 24th). When Lou couldn’t get a return call from Thelma for three days in a row, he knew something wasn’t right.

Like a drill sergeant in shining armor, he showed up at her apartment and took over. First he insisted that she get up and take a shower. She protested, but Lou was resolute. Like a pouty child, Thelma begrudgingly took a long, hot, steamy shower that helped her feel, surprisingly, a little better. She put on a clean pair of jeans and a tee shirt (a change of pace form the same sour smelling flannel PJs she’d been wearing for days.)

Lou knew drastic measures were needed, and that a Thelma and Lou road trip would cheer her up. He insisted they journey together to their hometown-nine hours away in Royal Oak, Michigan. Again, Thelma protested, but Lou wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Lou made Thelma a Michael Jackson special CD for her belated birthday gift, he popped it into the CD player and said, “No Thelma & Lou road trip would be complete without Michael Jackson, may he rest in peace.”

Thelma protested because the sound of his voice made her cry…but Lou insisted. As she wept as she listened to I’ll Be There, Man in the Mirror, and Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough. But, strangely, in spite of her tears, she felt her spirit begin to lift.

As they drove throughout the day, in between songs, Thelma and Lou played a gratitude game, naming at least two to three things for which they were grateful. For example, Thelma said, “I’m grateful you, Michael Jackson, and I are all from Michigan; I’m grateful you are such a great friend; I’m grateful you talked me into going on this road trip.” With each mile they journeyed, past the hustle/bustle of NYC to the gentle rolling terrain of the land surrounding the Great Lakes, in spite of herself, Thelma was feeling better and better.

By the time Thelma and Lou arrived in Royal Oak it was early evening and her “Life is Good” attitude was threatening to re-emerge, like sun behind a cloud. Lou pulled the car in front of a local mini-market and proclaimed, “We are going to buy lottery tickets!”

You’d think Thelma would have learned by now not to challenge Lou, but she couldn’t help herself. “That’s ridiculous. Nobody ever wins those things…and if they do they’re probably rigged. I would be embarrassed to go in there and buy a ticket. It’s a waste of money.”

Lou looked at her with a determined, drill sergeant/knight in shining armor conviction. “Well, we won’t win a thing if you go in with that scowl on your face. In the past when I’ve won the lottery

(Lou had actually won $5,000 in the lottery a few years prior) I energetically aligned with the feeling of having already won. It’s not easy because the rational mind doesn’t want to feel ridiculous or disappointed if it doesn’t work. I’d say it’s a risk worth taking, yes?”

Thelma could sort of see his point…and she knew she could never fight Lou and win, so she acquiesced. “Ok, if we are going to do this, talk me through it.”

“First of all, uncross your arms, take a deep breath, close your eyes, and enter into the realm of fun. Imagine the serious, cynical, logical adult aspect of you is standing way over there across the street. Meanwhile, the playful, imaginative child aspect of you is right here. The child aspect is the key to the whole thing.”

Thelma breathed a bit deeper and a little smile sneaked out the side of her mouth.

“Now, imagine you were told you just won the lottery.”

Thelma took a deep breath, her eyelids fluttered, tears began to fill her eyes, and a smile crept across her face.

“How does that feel?”


“What else?

“I feel like I could fly, I feel happy, relieved.”

Thelma & Lou continued exploring how they would feel having won the lottery until they had worked themselves into a frenzy. Eventually the dynamic duo burst out of the car and they actually began jumping up and down, screaming and shouting like two little kids, “OH My GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE WE WON!” until a small crowd gathered in front of the tiny liquor store. Eventually Thelma and Lou entered the store, and calmed down a half notch to become intelligible enough to choose numbers for the “The Daily Four.” Thelma suggested, since her birthday and the day of Michael Jackson’s passing was on the 25th, that 25 must be one of the numbers. And since Lou’s birthday was on the 24th, 24 should be one of the other sets of numbers. He agreed.

That night, in the warmth of her family’s home, Thelma found a balance between the low and the high she had experienced that day while she enjoyed an easy conversation with her mother while her sister was watching television in the next room. She overheard the TV announcer say in a low baritone the pick four lottery winners for that week. Thelma heard the announcer say: 2-4-2-5.

In slow motion, Thelma ran in the next room to join her sister, and asked her to repeat what the announcer said.

“I think he said the numbers were 2-4-2-5.”

“Oh my God! I think I won!”

Without taking a breath, Thelma’s sister went on-line to find out for sure. Excitedly she turned to her, “You-just-won-five-thousand-dollars!!!”

Barely breathing, Thelma slowly opened her purse and pulled out five identical tickets…all with the numbers 2-4-2-5.

“Oh My GOD!!!! That means you just won $25,000 dollars!!!!!!”

Shaking and screaming, Thelma called Lou to tell (yell) him the great news, and that they would share the winnings 50/50.

Lou screamed back through the phone, “No Thelma…that $25,000 is all yours! I bought five of my own identical tickets…all with 2-4-2-5!”

Between Thelma and Lou, they won $50,000-a record win for the little Royal Oak liquor store. Secretly, they both think Michael Jackson had something to do with it.

Don’t you agree this story demonstrates how the act of fully embodying the energy of your desire or dream, then raising it up a few notches, puts you in league with that which you desire to manifest. In case you missed it, here’s the formula:

  1. Start with a base of simple gratitude to bring your energy into a space of grace (the Latin root for thanks).
  2. Once you have a basic sense of thanksgiving running through your veins, send your inner adult (logic, cynicism, disbelief, rationality) across the street.
  3. Give your inner child permission to use his or her imagination to play in the “What If” sandbox regarding your desires, and feel as if it were already a reality.
  4. Take action inspired by your overflowing feeling (i.e. buy a ticket, suite up, and show up for your life).

Let go, let it flow, detach from the outcome, and be delighted by what shows up.

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