Dwell in Possibility

How a Simple Mindset Shift Leads to Joy, Fulfillment, and Achievement!

Bob Olson is the host of Afterlife TV, the author of Answers About The Afterlife, Insight from Hindsight, and The Magic Mala, and the founder of BestPsychicDirectory.com.

The streets of Boston, where I conducted dozens of investigations as a PI for lawyers at Swartz & Swartz in the 1980s and 90s. This location holds many wonderful memories for me. (Photo by Sydney Angove on Unsplash.)

You may be familiar with this thought process. You think of something you want and immediately consider several reasons you won’t achieve it.

It’s highly unlikely, if not impossible, that it will happen.

The likelihood of everything falling into place—of all the essential requirements aligning—is extremely low.

The chances of success are so low that exerting any effort seems futile.

What’s the point in trying?

We've all experienced this. We often persuade ourselves to abandon our goals and desires, thinking they are unrealistic.

Here’s a real-life example that occurred this past weekend.

Botti in Boston

Melissa and I traveled to Boston to attend Chris Botti's concert at The Wilbur Theatre. After checking into The Godfrey Hotel around five o’clock, we had dinner in our hotel room before dressing for the evening’s event. At seven-thirty, we left for the ten-minute walk to the theatre.

The Boston air was chilly, as it frequently is around the holidays. With temperatures in the low twenties, the city’s wind seemed to cut right through to our bones. Walking down Tremont Street across from the oldest park in America, The Boston Common, felt festive. Half the pedestrians were dressed up, many likely attending shows in the theatre district.

Chris Botti’s trumpet brought a beautiful array of emotions to life! Sharing the stage with a talented violinist, saxophonist, guitarist, and vocalist, they created an enchanting atmosphere together. The venue’s acoustics worked magic, enhancing the wonderful sounds of each instrument. All in all, it was an absolutely unforgettable show!

Botti and his friends wrapped up with a Christmas song that lifted our holiday spirits. Afterward, we started our walk back to the hotel. The warmth of the theatre provided a delightful contrast to the brisk Boston weather. We were so uplifted by the entertainment that the walk back to the hotel was filled with chatter about the concert. Once we reached our hotel room, Melissa realized she was missing an earring. She deduced that her scarf must have nudged the earring loose from her ear.

The following morning, we headed to the hotel lobby to enjoy some coffee at the George Howell café. Melissa asked the women at the hotel desk whether anyone had returned her lost earring. They checked their drawers but couldn’t find it.

I suggested we retrace our steps to The Wilbur to see if we might see it on the sidewalk. Knowing it was twenty-eight degrees outside, Melissa dismissed the idea. “The chances of finding it are unlikely. It’s a tiny piece of jewelry. If I lost it on the street, surely someone picked it up, given it looks like an expensive diamond, even though it’s cubic zirconia. And that’s assuming it wasn’t crushed under someone’s foot.”

She was right, of course. There must have been thousands of people on the massive sidewalk the prior evening. Plus, she might have lost it in the theatre or the hotel. The chances of finding it were extremely low. Yet, I couldn’t shake a feeling of hope in my heart.

I kept thinking about ten years ago when Melissa lost an earring while we hiked through an ocean marsh. I had the same feeling of hope in my heart that I could find it, so I returned the next day to look for it. There were hundreds of acres of marshland and no paths to follow, but I followed my intuition to find the earring.

“If I could find that earring in the marsh,” I told Melissa, “we can find this one on the sidewalks of Boston.” She agreed, saying, “Okay, I believe there’s a potential in the quantum field that we’ll find it.” (She had just returned from a week-long retreat with Dr. Joe Dispenza, so the quantum field was on her brain.)

With coffees in hand, we retraced our steps down Tremont Street toward The Wilbur. It’s important to know that we felt a joyful sense of adventure. As a private eye, I conducted most of my investigations in Boston, so it seemed like we were on a new case. We likely seemed strange to other pedestrians, with our gaze fixed upon the ground. However, since many were absorbed in their phones, perhaps no one noticed us.

I couldn’t shake the hopeful feeling in my heart as we scanned the sidewalks. We examined the cracks separating the concrete slabs, the grooves between the cobblestones, and the indentations among the bricks. There is a variety of textures on the sidewalks of a four-hundred-year-old city, along with all the pieces of metal, glass, plastic, and other shiny objects we found along the way.

Melissa gasped when she saw the grates covering the sewer drains. “I walked over these last night,” she said.

I encouraged her to just keep looking.

As we crossed Stuart Street on Tremont, the hopeful feeling in my heart disappeared, confusing me. The theatre was just a short distance away, so I focused on checking their lost and found. I tried the three sets of doors, but all were locked, and there was no sign of anyone inside. We turned back toward our hotel from the theatre.

The hopeful feeling never returned, so I surrendered to the reality that there was a lesson in the experience that had yet to reveal itself. As we approached Stuart Street, I suggested we take an alternate route back. Melissa agreed but noticed the pedestrian sign was signaling for us to walk, so she said, “Let’s just cross the street here and then walk down Stuart Street.” I followed her lead.

We crossed the street and were just about to turn down Stuart when Melissa stopped walking. Now, a couple of steps ahead, I turned back to see why she had stopped. I watched her lean over and pick up something beside the curb. She held it in the air for me to see—it was her earring! The jewelry was in excellent condition, with only minor damage to the post.

Now that I knew where the lost earring had been located, I recognized that the hopeful feeling in my heart had subsided just after we crossed over it. The hopeful feeling was an aspect of my intuition guiding me.

It was like playing the hot and cold guessing game, where one player hides an object, and the other player tries to find it. The hider gives clues by saying “hotter” when getting closer to the object and “colder” when moving away from it. My hopeful feeling grew cold as we passed over the earring while crossing Stuart Street. Now that I know how it works, I’ll pay better attention to it when I feel it again.

Dwelling in Possibility

Dwelling in possibility means not letting our limiting beliefs decide our future.

How many of us never went to the job interview, possibly never even applied, because we decided the chances of being hired were negligible?

I’ve heard many interviews with successful actors who tell the story of moving to Los Angeles with a limited amount of money. Just before their money ran out, they were hired for a film or TV show that launched their long careers. The difference between them and those who never fulfilled their acting dream is often the simple act of not allowing limiting beliefs to stop them from trying.

How many people wonder if the love of their lives was the person they never had the courage to approach?

I know many individuals who fantasized about starting their own businesses but let their fears of failure overshadow their potential for success.

Dwelling in possibility involves recognizing that every potential outcome resides within the quantum field. This storyline emphasizes that the most significant barrier to fulfilling our desires and aspirations might be our openness or reluctance to make them happen. Why might we hesitate to make an effort? It's often because our doubts about what could go wrong overshadow our confidence in what could go right.

Dwelling in possibility involves concentrating on potential positive outcomes and taking action based on that mindset. Reflecting on Melissa’s earring story, how many of us have refrained from searching for a lost item simply because we believed the chances of recovering it were slim? Most adults have stories to tell in this regard.

I share this story and message because the simplest reminders can often have a profound impact on our lives. Perhaps the anecdote to what stops us is to ask ourselves, “What’s the harm in trying?”

We should remember that rejection and embarrassment are temporary and minor. However, isn’t it worse to constantly think, “What if?” than to attempt something and risk embarrassment from failure? On the flip side, if you succeed, the benefits can be transformative.

I invite you to share your thoughts in the comments about exploring possibilities or being held back by fear and limiting beliefs.

With love,
Bob

Bob Olson is the host of Afterlife TV, the author of Answers about the Afterlife, Insight from Hindsight, and The Magic Mala, and the creator of the most trusted directory of psychics, mediums, animal communicators, and energy healers, BestPsychicDirectory.com.