BLISS: Your Thoughts Not Only Matter – They Create Matter

By Christine Shaffer

Ever feel that you have worked so hard and yet seem to get nowhere? You are unique – there is no other human being exactly like you. You are that special. There is nothing that you cannot do or have. The key to everything in life is and will always be within you. Your mind is the link to everything. Your thoughts are the creators of all things. Every thought you form broadcasts a frequency and it elicits a response from the quantum Universe. What type of signal are you projecting to the Universe right now?
What beliefs have you formed about yourself? Do you know that a belief is only a thought that you keep thinking? When you choose a new thought, you will start to see a shift occur for belief is the basis of all action. Every single thought and action is the direct result of a certain fixed belief.
You are living the life you’ve created. Everything that is in your life right now was created by you. The moment you decide to change your life for the better, the more power you will have to transform the impossible into the possible.
Embrace the present and appreciate what you are capable of becoming. Stop worrying about what will happen in the future. Don’t wait to be happy. Ultimately, isn’t happiness the outcome you desire the most? This is Book 1 of 3. Let these books be valuable guides as you embark on this journey we call life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: Oct 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662918018

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Chapter 1

A Personal Journey

I call it a journey because that is exactly what it is – passage from one stage to another. I feel it is vital that I share my personal journey with you as much as possible so that you can relate to my life experiences. There are enough books available that provide step-by-step guidelines on what you need to do. However, only a few select authors really share in full detail what they felt, encountered, struggled with and learned. I want to open my heart and soul to you and let you know that you are not alone in this journey. Fully appreciate that statement – you are not alone in this journey. There are so many resources available that will support and love you during this growth process. I share my contact information at the very back of this book. Please email me with questions, comments or to share your life story. I genuinely want to hear from you.

Now, let’s jump into my personal story. I grew up in a chaotic household. My father was an abusive alcoholic who did not understand the true meaning of love. He felt that all he needed to do was provide a roof over his family’s head and put food on the table. Of course, that was important, but he failed at being attentive and loving. He grew up in a household with a violent, abusive father. His mother left him and his 2 younger brothers at incredibly young ages. His father came from the same cycle of violence and abuse. They were not exposed to any loving or supportive family environment. Sadly, his father died in his 40s from cirrhosis of the liver. He literally drank himself to death. My father never saw his mother again. As you can imagine, as they grew into adults all of the brothers struggled with alcohol, abuse, and abandonment issues. My father was a master at mentally abusing his wife and his children. He loved to spew out his anger and frustration onto us after drinking heavily, especially my mother. I grew up petrified of him and I remember my mother always telling us to be quiet when he passed out from drinking so as to not arouse the monster. When he was awake and drunk, he would literally destroy the furniture in the house and just create an atmosphere of fear and desperation. I remember many nights my mother would gather my sister and I and we would flee to a neighbor’s house for safety. As I reached adulthood and was able to move out on my own, my relationship with my father was cordial, but not close. I did not feel any connection with him. He was my father and that was it. It was if a stranger were living with my mother. He was never around when I was growing up and when he was, he was a bully and tyrant. When I was in my late 40s, my father became terminally ill. I helped my mother as best I could to take care of him, but it was difficult to do so. I remember one night watching him as he slept in the hospital bed setup in my parent’s home. This fragile, weak man was responsible for so many years of pain. I was once so afraid of him. Now, he was on death’s door. At one moment, he opened his eyes and reached for my hand. He whispered, Please forgive me. His eyes were pleading, and he started to cry. I, too, started to cry and told him that I forgave him. I also told him that I loved him. Little did I realize that this was the first major step in my life’s journey – the act of forgiveness. Forgiving him for what he did in my childhood freed me in so many ways. I struggled all my life with relationships, especially with men. I gravitated towards men that were abusive. Pattern – right? This pushed me to start reading more about forgiveness and thus begin my journey into the world of emotions, thoughts, vibration, energy, and manifestation. We will learn much more about these topics in the coming chapters. Know that forgiving someone means you are reclaiming your inner peace. You are not doing this for them – you are doing this for you. Forgiveness releases you.

Now to my mother. My rock. My best friend. My confidant. What an extraordinary woman she was (she sadly died 4 years after my father). Beautiful, strong, brilliant, and funny. Growing up she tried so hard to create a stable environment for her family. When my father was not around (he also gambled extensively as well), she would play games with my sister and I, read to us or we would veg out in front of the TV. She was the constant in my life, and she was always there for me. I treasured the time that I had with her and could not have asked for a better mom. Her childhood was turbulent as well. My grandmother was also an amazing woman who was strong, beautiful, and sassy! She was married to a man that was a womanizer and abandoned her and his children. He even cleaned out their bank account and left her penniless. This did not discourage my grandmother. She sent my mother to live with my grandfather’s parents and that experience was extremely hard for her, especially having to work on a family farm. She had a close relationship with her grandfather, but her grandmother resented my grandmother and unfortunately treated my mother rather coolly. During this separation, my grandmother worked tirelessly to gather enough money to rent a small apartment and have my mother join her and my uncle. I remember my mother telling me that my grandmother worked 3 jobs to support her children and never received a penny from my grandfather. I truly admire anyone that can be so resilient and do anything in the world for their children. My mother did that with my sister and I as well. I truly did not appreciate until I was older how much my mother sacrificed her life and happiness for her children. That is selfless love. Same with my grandmother. I am so proud to have both as strong, female role models. What remarkable women! My relationship with my mother only grew stronger as I got older. In fact, when my father died, I moved my mother in with me so that she did not have to worry about anything. Unfortunately, she was only with me for 4 years before she died of cancer. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer twice and went through grueling chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I was with her every single day. I held her head when she vomited from the chemo and did my best to make her laugh and tell her how much she was loved. Little did we all know but that same breast cancer metastasized into her spine a few years later. It started out with her complaining of back pain. We thought she had pulled a muscle because she had tried to lift a very heavy suitcase a few days prior. We went to several doctors and even the hospital and they all prescribed medicine and told her it would eventually go away. It did not. Finally, we were referred to a pain specialist. This doctor was truly the kindest man I have ever met. True compassion and care for his patients. He realized early on that something else was going on. He ordered x-rays and suspected my mother had cancer. He referred us to a cancer specialist who confirmed that my mother had cancer in her spine and it was spreading to her other organs. About one month after this diagnosis, my mother was having breathing issues and was admitted into the hospital. During this stay we were informed that she also had lung cancer and it was spreading fast. There was nothing they could do and gave her 4 months. I remember once the doctors left the room my sister and I were speechless. My mother knew