In my post-adolescent years, Ally McBeal was the show. It’s what I watched most regularly after college. Even when homeless, every Monday night I laughed hysterically in the library media center where I watched Ally and gang under enclosed headsets. While working in Japan, not only had I the latest episodes sent to me, I taped and studied the older episodes being broadcast in Japanese. Then, when studying in Korea, after four years of hardly any television watching at all, I downloaded the entire third and fourth season, this time out of curiosity. There was something going on and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
The meaning, the intention?--The lightning bolts would not flash until viewing these photos I snapped yesterday.
From the tall heights of a family friend’s hotel bedroom window, I had finally manifested the aerial sequence shots of Boston that characterize every episode of Ally McBeal! Was it not enough that I lived in Boston (more like Cambridge) and was surrounded every day by lawyers (more like law students)? Was I recreating the show visually, too? This Ally McBeal/law theme was getting out of hand, now starting to look like a giant billboard for the theatrical release of "The Law of Attraction" soon to be played at a human consciousness near you. But more to the tangible point, I was becoming more and more aware of the power to intentionally manifest my reality. See, I had asked "the gods" for the experience of seeing these aerial views of Boston (which are quite beautiful) and that I had no idea how I was going on to see. A. I do not have a helicopter and, B. hot air balloon riding still seems unrealistic. Naturally, I had forgotten about this desire until looking at these pictures. Presto-changeo. Wish granted. I’m satisfied, for now…