Friday, 23 June 2017

Natural's Horatio

Today is Carmen's birthday. Graeme told me she was afraid of being forgotten. Her life and story have left a special imprint on my life.

One day, Graeme asked me to read his tarot cards. He had never asked before (I'd only offered). I was jazzed. I threw down all the cards. I was instantly emotional. I said, Graeme I feel very emotional. What did you ask. 
He said, it's a yes or no question, tell me if the answer is yes or no.
I looked down at the cards and began to sob
I had no idea why
but I said, your answer is no. 
I asked again, what was your question 
Graeme was quiet. 
The tears still ran down my face.
I asked a third time. 
He said, I asked the universe if I would make it home before my sister died.
My sobs became ugly 
His flight was for 16 December 2016.
I said no. You won't make it home. 
Graeme changed his flight to 2 December 2016

I missed him. I was exhausted 
It was a Wednesday night
I went to my usual yoga class
Then my girlfriend & I grabbed the deep fried chips
There was a dog there 
Sitting alone 
I'm a sucker for a lot of things but not for animals
I respect their power 
But their like humans
We don't all click 
Also, like pregnant women bellies, I never touch a domesticated animal without the owners express consent 
Don't be rude cats. Know your boundaries

My boundaries were uncertain
I was drawn to this animal 
I came closer and sat on my knees in front of him 
Even though it was in public 
He was old
He was also tired 
His owners arrived and gave me the okay 
I took his delicate silver name tag between my fingers
I said out loud: Horatio 
And then to the owners: Hamlet's Horatio, what a great name.
They smiled with thanks.
I know nothing about popular culture let alone memorized facts from culture culture. I've never read, watched or discussed Hamlet. I don't know how I knew the character Horatio.

That morning around 2,3 or 4 am (I cannot remember the time) I received a call from my husband. He said: Carmen died a few hours ago. Some people are showing up now to take her body away. The family was dying. 

My best friend killed himself 2 days before he was 19 on 24 June 2017 after writing me countless poems and songs about how much he wanted to goddamn die. I always said no death would affect me as deeply as his.

I became the death guru. For the years ensuing, when friends lost someone, they'd say - go to Natalie Craig, she knows what to do. 

I still do.  When someone dies I can feel the moment where the world stands still, benevolently watching, for their soul to gently leave their lifeless corpse. 

The sky opens up. The world silently watches. Their soul throws back in laughter, shakes their hands, shoulders and worldly weight; laughs in joy and says I'm outta here baby.

That's what happened with Carmen. It's what happened with my darling Matthew, Adrienne's Mama, The infamous D Robinson and my mama's baby. 

Horatio means time keeper. He was there when Hamlet died. More importantly, he was secretly Hamlets' best friend and confident. He was there every step of the way. Even though no one could see it. 

I met an old, tired, blue heeler mutt named Horatio in the hours she died. She's not forgotten. Through this story she's alive. 

M
She died 4 days after her brother came home. He changed his tarot and she didn't die alone. 

Thursday, 8 June 2017

Natural's Crystal Castles

2017.05.30

I'd known they were coming for months
I'd asked most if they were keen 
The resounding answer was no
No group mentality 
No one knew who they were
No one knew them

The four weeks leading up were my darkest yet
It's not an exaggeration 
Ask anyone 
I'd painted myself in a corner when there wasn't time to let the paint dry
The moment was coming 
Where I'd need to sit on the unpainted small square of wooden floor
Slowly and reluctantly pulling each big girl boot over each of my tiny, tired hooves
Vibrating to every echoing response to the velocity of my gait through toxic smells and sticky resistance 
Axiomatic that I couldn't give a damn that it was all for naught and about the added mess on my way out

After two days of straight listening and a strange dream about the show, two brothers, four yoga mats, four lips and a kiss

I resolved to go it alone

I suppose my canvassing wasn't vigilant
Jamie Lee probably would have loved the shit out of it
But I didn't ask her
I don't know why
Wedged between a strange dream, the dark, a rut and the resounding ornamental sound 
My silent hill

That day, I'd had the worst day
It was the first time I'd ever said: I don't love my job; emotionally stonewalled; physiologically exhausted; neurally negative; all over drained; spiritually anxious; bindingly alcoholic; unequivocally alone; despairingly ugly. 

With them in my ears I proffered the following into the universe: Give me something. Give me anything. Just say yes or no.

The night came
I was tired
Makeup-less 
In my usually weird work clothes
Let's get real, they were weirder and more awful than usual 

B knew I was down, so we got up to our old dog day tricks and visited the Buddha with a bottle of red 
My veracious yogi joined
The lads got on as I knew they would
We gathered, communed and revelled
My spirits lifted, but that damned Peter Pan Crocodile with the blasted clock between his bearing teeth kept chasing me
I finally interrupted the flow
I said: it's time lads, I'm gonna go it alone 
I was slightly nervous, but going alone was better than not going at all 

VY said we could suss out the scene, so we sat back to let a gypsy sorcerer lead the way
Lit as the wild
The gates of the Tivoli were tattered and old save for the vibrations of that resounding ornamental sound 
I was running on my good name, but the gatekeeper wanted gieldan

In my true clumsy Canadian fashion I claimed that the puck had already dropped 
Between confusion of the terms or the kindness of the universe, without half a pence the heavy wooden gates battered behind VY and I
The two persons of least importance had arrived 

It would take me several thousand words, sounds, smells, photos and feelings to accurately convey the ensuing hours, so I'll sum it up in one:

Omnitude 

That moment of breaking between the stillness of our tireless efforts to live  

I didn't even know till the moment of arrival it would work out at all. It didn't turn out in any way I contemplated, but it turned out. 

The universe shouted two things loudly that day:
Natural, sometimes the answer is yes; and
You don't always have to go alone



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Friday, 26 May 2017

Getting out

Everything gets dark
And loud
Centrifugal pressure starts to exponentially spiral 
And right before 
The crux force of the crucifixion 
Of your dead night
Locked jaw 
Broken teeth 
Grinding your abraded will 
Everything breaks 
And therein is one moment of joy between the stillness of our tireless efforts to live 

 

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Natural's Hermano

My baby brother spencer is ten years younger than me 
I grew up taking care of him 
I gave him skittles for flushing the toilet 
Read a chunk of the Harry Potter books in all the voices 
Caught him trying to google "ferginas" on the World Wide Web 
Was his basketball coach 
Did his science school projects (actually)
Laughed when he cut up all his undies into loin clothes and did the golem voice in the corner with a "lord of the rings" ring we got in cereal box 

He used to pull out a drawer in the kitchen and sit in it
I pulled him out of that drawer 
He loved his nanny Maria
They would dance to Jimmy Buffet, Whitney Houston, Def Leopard and Billy Joel

I changed his diapers 
Brushed his hair 
Made his lunches 
Woke his sleepy face up for school 
Rocked him to sleep

My papa said something that broke my heart
He said Natalie, Spencer doesn't remember any of that. He was too young. 

I paused
Digested 
Realized 

Today we are in Mexico
My beautiful girlfriend was kind enough to invite him on her Stagette 
We've only spent a handful of times together as adults, so this is me learning about who he is as a grown man:

My brother has taken the time to know every single person who has crossed his path at this resort
He's asked them their name, heritage, about their family, where they are from and what makes them tick
He doesn't care if they work at the resort, if they are visiting or about anything else
He cares about people 
He cares about them

He's so kind 
To his core
I'm amazed 
I'm honoured

We realized that we have that twin connection
I took care of him as a baby 
And I've dreamt about him since the day I left home
He was probably 8
We can find each other without phones or asking, it's by feeling out the landscape
We can look at each other and know exactly what to do 
He amplifies my psychic vibe 
can hear again
I can hear everything
It's dope

Our vibes are running high, but our time is running out 
This is my last trip home for the next three or four years, but it's the dawn of Akshaya Tritriya 


The beginning
 

Friday, 31 March 2017

Natural's Oracular - A toast to all my friends

It's easy to preach and tell people what you think
But before you can be big, you have to sink
I have lived these ensuing lives, I implore you to do the same
No explanation is required, if in God you trust
 you'll know the value at the close of your reign

Seek out the ethereal, the mystic and the occult
Let the wind pull your heart by a string up into the sky
Shed everything
Die

Orienteer that hard line between losing your pride and losing your dignity
Regain your dignity and throw your pride to the lions
Enter the home stretch
Sprint to Zion
Relish all pain
Destroy your idea of yourself
Step your heels off the ledge without aim
Open your arms
Fall backwards into the abyss
Let the fear twist through your body and out through your core, ankles and wrists
Burn up into oblivion
You are renewed and live on

When you've been stripped to your core
become the finest red wine reduction of luck
And soak all of it up
The chance to be brave happens everyday
Take ten deep breaths
Lovingly suck in the hardship and adore the pain
Flip your initially negatively perceived energy
And build something worth the strain

Gather
Commune
Revel

I raise my glass to your apathy, your darkest days and all the things you hate to be
You've outgrown your fear
I raise my glass to us
My esoteric kings and queens



Thursday, 9 March 2017

A list of 18% of the things I love

I love sea shells
I love pillow heaven
I love bamboo sheets
I love faux fur rugs
I love vintage hand mirrors, especially from the 70s
I love full length mirrors
I love the Pierre Madenié tarot deck
I love the French language
I love French culture
I love Paris
I love ABT body suits
I love that I used to be a beautiful dancer
I love one piece bathing suits
I love white see through curtains
I love laughing, I had this friend Scott Fullmer and a friend Scott Doney, with those cats I've never laughed harder in my life.
I love good lighting, specifically low and warm lighting
I love nag champa
I love the occult
I love the mystic
I love a good mystery still needing to be solved
I love my darling Alice in India
I love wearing clean lines
I love tequila
I love champagne
I love good glassware
I love my mother
I goddamn adore my father
I love walking on those spikey grates on the sidewalk, because the pressure feels soooooo good on my tiny hooves
I love heather turner
I love that I have long hair
I love having powder pink shellac
I love massages
I love Botox, fillers and restalyne
I love pastels
I love the smell of painting with oils
I love dreamland
I love my darling brothers three
I love the pearl earrings that I wear everyday
I love my best friends James Doney and Rachel Rose
I love wearing flower crowns and head jewels
I love animals, especially snakes and spiders
I love skull decor
I love having my photograph taken
I love missing my people
I love giving toasts at parties
I love being a yogini
I couldn't live without meditation
I love observing
I love my psychic girlfriends who run with me
I love getting caught up in the details
I love being enchanted with everything
I love beads and sparkly sequence
I love old bureaus and the smell of the wood
I love the earth
I fucking love the earth
I love being on my knees in the wheat field in Bragg Creek and putting my hands into the earth
(Our old country neighbour hates it because he knows every sow of his wheat field and he would notice every wheat strand that was ruined by my childish enchantment with being in that field)
I love stretching my muscles
I love yawning
I love meeting strangers
I love eyebrows
I love when girls have pale faces and rosy cheeks
I love tea cups
I love green tea
I love eating anything spicy, make it hot hot hot
I love tip toeing around and being so quiet
I love words. There is only one good word for everything
I love walking in warm humid nights
I love holding hands
I love little wooden stools so I can reach things
I love Himalayan prayer flags
I love listening to Buddhist monk chants
I love opera
I love instrumental
I love drum lines that make you feel like you can fly
I love bats
I love possums
My second favourite flavour next to spicy is sour
I love sour
I love pocket watches
I love the idea of Peter Pan and that damn crocodile chasing us down
I love a good deal, I can never say no
I love train tracks
I love visualization
I love being vulnerable

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Natural's Vernacular

Natural’s vernacular

I had such an overwhelming and positive response to my first post about manifestations, so I thought I would write about manifesting again.  Thank to you everyone who responded.  It was very touching to be contacted by old friends, new friends and friends that I had not heard from in years.

The story line to this manifestation that’s on the cusp of materializing is two fold. Firstly, it’s about just that, manifesting.  Secondly, it’s about framing your intentions at the start of your yoga practice in a way that will yield better results.  I’ll start with the latter as going out of order is always more interesting. 

Intention for practice

At the start of each practice, I used to set very specific intentions.  Come on man, I have yearly mantras, weekly goals, daily dreams and by the minute schemes.  Last year, I spent the majority of my practice in dedication to a person.  This person only knows how to take from me.  They cannot give me anything.  I spent the entire year thanking the universe for the lessons they have, were and would teach me. 

Hard lessons.  Big lessons. Valuable lessons… that I learnt all too slowly at my own expense.

I’ve become close with a fabulous yogi at the studio.  A very inspiring person and holy schnickes, he is the David Attenborough of yoga instruction. I’m really encouraging him to take his classes to an online forum.  His yogic vernacular, rhythm, intonation, articulation and eloquence is a god damn given gift.

Over beers or coffee (or the like) one day, the topic of setting yoga intentions for practice came up.  My idiomatic, veracious yogi said he always set a very general intention, such as following his life path or having good energy for the week.  My immediate emotional reaction was surprise.  At that point in time, I had only ever considered myself.  I never contemplated what intentions others might set for their practice.  So much surprise.

My second reaction was confusion.  One of my god damn given gifts is precision and accuracy.  Being able to create exact replicas of what I’m required to replicate goes to the core of my moral code and self esteem. As an example, during the final inspection of every single home I’ve rented, the agent’s eyes always become wide and every single damn time they say, I’ve never seen this home in a cleaner state.  

The double edge sword of this gift is getting lost in finding that circumscribed, inherent detail.  I cannot even tell you how many legal research rabbit holes I travelled down this last week alone (whether ineffective service will invalidate the contents of a notice if the recipient acknowledge receipt and acted on the notice as if it was valid, the equitable doctrine of estoppel, breach of a condition of an access easement vs trespass (its not trespass), evidentiary burden to establish breach of a contractual condition or conditions that would give rise to a right to terminate, whether purported termination amounts to repudiation, fiduciary obligations of frankness and whether a breach of those fiduciary obligations amounts to invalid termination or repudiation and so many more).

My third reaction was a memory from my undergraduate degree in psychology.  I am not going to find the particular study for you (because honey badger ain’t got time for that).  If you have access to peer reviewed journals and any research skills I’m sure you can locate the study.  The results of the study were that people who set 5 year, 10 year and lifelong goals that were general had more success as oppose to people who set specific 5 year, 10 year and lifelong goals.  I’d always lived my life by this study (for example setting yearly mantras), but somehow it escaped me when I set intentions for my yoga practice these last two years.

It follows that after the wake up call from my yogi, I corrected the NNE errors of my ways to N immediately.  A week later brought us to this evening.  I laid on the mat and set my intentions for practice.  My intentions were twofold, but multi-tiered and multifaceted (my autistic mind cannot give up the precise detail).  One, that I would know and follow my life’s course, two that I would be able to help everyone in my capacity.  That intention split into two tiers, firstly that I would not exceed my personal capacity to give in each circumstance and secondly that I would meet my capacity to give to as many people as possible.  The third tier that applied to both my intentions was that at the end of practice I would have a clear mental image and knowing of what course of action I should take and who I should help and I would be able to act on those spiritual impressions.

So to conclude my chronicles of setting intentions for practice we will move on to my first topic of manifestations.

Manifesting

You understand a bit about my manifestations from my first writing, I will not detail them here. Yoga has been an easy journey for me.  My parents always said I was their easiest child out of the five of us. It can seem like my world is crashing down around me and I float through.  Always. My life is the red wine reduction of luck. 

These last two years have been seemingly and insurmountably challenging.  Life keeps throwing curve balls and all I can do is smash them out of the park (or at least across the foul line).  I know those close to me are treading carefully and don't know how to react when my demeanor is calm and unaffected.  I do it through yoga.  I live through yoga.  Its me, my body, my mind and exercising the right level of control, out of control, connection and disconnect.  Your support is amazing and needed and I love all of you.

Because yoga has been such a strong life foundation for me, once I finally chose a yoga studio, I easily connected with the people there.  My yoga teacher took me to a yoga retreat (she called it a workshop, but seriously, I was given fresh squeezed orange juice every morning and solace… it was a retreat). 

The entire time she kept saying, Natalie – when are going to do yoga teacher training.  I kept saying, it’s always been on my list, but right now I’m writing a textbook, I’m waking (the hipster version of grieving) and I work my little tush off lawyering.  I’ll do my teacher training when the time is right.

Although my desire to complete my yoga teacher training has always been on my mind, I’ve never written it in my bi-weekly manifestations.  At brunch last week with my idiomatic, veracious yogi he asked me again, Natalie when are you going to do your yoga teacher training.  I looked him square in the eye and said – I’m manifesting it this year buddy.

Satisfying the terminus

In my practice this evening, I set general intentions mentioned above.  My yoga teacher was away on holiday, so there was a substitute.  I was glad because I’m clingy with my yoga teacher and I kept thinking (weeks leading up to her leave) its good for you Natalie to have other teachers and learn from them.

I liked this teacher right away. She was small and physically pretty (for those of you who don't know me I have an obsession with collecting beautiful women and its always a bonus if they have unique names). Technically (which is what matters) she was brilliant.  No molly coddling. No vinyasa flow. No apologizing.  Power yoga all the way. 

At one point of my mental and subsequently physical weakness she said, come on people, this is power yoga.  I knew the comment was directed at my caving and quivering hip and knee.

Later throughout the class she complimented the opening of my thoracic spine and then the control of my headstand splits (I don't know the layman or Sanskrit terms for those and I’m not even going to try because I clearly have not completed yoga teacher training).

I was honoured by those compliments.  Again, compliments of precision, detail and replication go to my moral code and self esteem.  If I was a true yogini, I would have no ego and not have taken those compliments so seriously.

Usually, when classes end I’m sweaty, I’m hot. And I usually have somewhere to be (this studio is collectively the most hardcore teachers.  For example, in a heat wave of 35 degrees they will turn on the heaters and make you sweat sweat sweat).

I also switch rapidly from introvert to extrovert.  I’ve left several classes without speaking to my own yoga teacher and she will instantly message me and ask why I didn't hug her or say goodbye.  I literally live and breath for this woman, but when she’s busy with her other students and I’m tired and emotional, I cannot deal.

At the end of this class, I patiently waited to speak to this new teacher.  There was a student speaking with her, which I would have never had time for in he past.  If my teacher is busy with students after class, I text her and meet her later.  When it was my turn to speak with her, I said: Hello I’m Natalie, I really loved your class.  She didn't formally shake my hand as expected, but put her left hand in mine.

She thanked me and I queried, when her usual classes were as I’d never seen her before.  She said she did not have usual classes at the studio, she was only filling in for my teacher.  She further explained that she had a studio elsewhere where she did retreats and yoga teacher training.

She paused and then said, have you considered yoga teacher training. (I know what those with business acumen are thinking.  However, I was lucky enough to have discerning acumen in this instance).

In that moment, I was honoured (again not a true yogini).  I knew that not only a manifestation that I had not yet formalized, but an intention that I had set with the right guidance came into fruition.

I do not know if I will undertake my training with her loving soul, but I know this was my clear sign of knowing,  When my textbook is finished, yoga teacher training will be the next leg of my journey.  

This experience was a lovely and hope inspiring lesson in collaborating practice intentions with manifestations.  The natural vernacular.

Keep manifesting my little fish, lone wolves, spicy burritos, dippy cats and eccentrics.  All our dreams will come true.  We are good people.

Love Natural

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Natural's Manifestations

I started hardcore manifesting in 2012.  

Every new moon and full moon I write down the things I want in my life and the things I want out of my life.  Everything.

It's surreal to have an end of the year review and realize that majority of manifestations have started to materialize or have completely come into existence.

I found this manifestation from 16 April 2015. My Juris Doctor grades were seriously important to me. That was only because I am obsessed with my dad and my dad graduated fifth in class from U of A, my uncle Kipp graduate third in class from U of A and my uncle John graduate first in class from Oxford Law. I wanted to make them proud. 

Lets be real. Grades do not matter. Three of the guys I went to law school graduated with around 60% or so, and they all are better lawyers than I am ... because they're not neurotic and don't sweat the small stuff. I'm constantly ridiculed for being smart-dumb, which I'm cool with.  So as a preface, this blog is about manifestations, not percentages from long ago.

In the 16 April 2015 manifestation:

I wrote that I received the best grade in book-keeping at 90%.  In reality, I received 86%, but did not follow up with the professor, but I gather that was at the top of the class. 

I wrote that I received the best grade in civil procedure at 90%.  In reality, I received a 75%, which is above average, but not the best.

I wrote that I received 90% in Canadian foundations.  In reality, I received a 78%, which again is on the higher end.

I wrote that I received a 90% in Ethics.  In reality, I received a 75% ... higher end, but still not the highest.

The pivotal manifestation was Canadian criminal law.  I wrote that I received a 90% in Canadian criminal law and the highest grade in the class.  The story behind this manifestation is as follows.  

The professor had a reputation for being fierce.  For example, a student asked her to repeat a paragraph number she had just referenced and she replied: I already told you the paragraph reference, watch the streamed lecture after class if you cannot keep up.

Massively fierce. Massively fabulous.

I had the fortunate experience of being on the Committee for the Canadian Law Students Association thanks to my best friend in law school, Joseph Correrio.  At a morning tea event, I met this infamously fierce professor.  We were thick as thieves, mostly over our love for trash television.

My fellow students called our interactions the taming of the shrew (and lets be clear, being Shakespeare's shrew is a compliment to me).  In my eyes, we became wonderful friends.  I had so many weird dreams about her.  In one dream, she was standing in an observatory with beautiful blue butterflies every where.  Everyone thought it was weird I dreamed about her all the time.

For our mid-term assessment we had a moot.  For you non-lawyers, a moot is a fake court session and since it was criminal law, our moot was a fake court session about how many years to sentence an accused murderer. 

I nailed it. I had the perfect cases and practiced, practiced, practiced.  My contracts professor in my first year of law school, Umair, said I would be a good advocate because my demeanour was so calm, my intonation was clear and although my voice was soft, it was serious (lets talk about the nicest thing any one has ever said to me). 

The issue was, I kept having this nagging feeling: Natalie, go check the sign up sheet on her door. I messaged Joseph Corriero to ask if he could check for me.  He said: Natt! I left the school an hour ago. I'll go back and check tonight if you want. I wrote back and said, don't worry about it buddy, I'll go check it. 

I tried to look online.  No sign up sheet.  So I ran to the school. Doors locked.  I went home to bed. At 9 am, I walked confidently into the moot court.  My counter part said, how many years did you recommend? I replied between 14 to 16.  He replied, aren't you the prosecution?  

My heart sank.  I knew it. I had prepared for the defence. My counter part graciously offered to switch sides on the fly, but I told him it was my blight to bear.  Before Justice Fierce, I stammered and said I accidentally prepared for the wrong side.  She said too bad, go ahead.  It was a disaster.  A natural disaster. 

During the feedback she said I did well considering I essentially had not prepared.  My mark ... 50%. 50% of 30% of my entire grade.  I appealed for the first time ever.  I made my case.  In practice not a single soul would show up at court and say: dang it your Honour! I prepared for the wrong side! I thought when I initially interviewed that wild cat (who I subsequently billed and accepted payment from) I was collecting evidence for the other side! Like really. Similarly, it's a fake court, if we both would have presented the same side it would have been okay. We didn't need to respond to each others' submissions. 

I remember talking through the grade appeal with my friend Keith Torrie (the quintessential of a diplomat) and he agreed with my argument, so I felt it would turn out.

Either way, Professor Fierce wrote back to the appeal request with a no.  It made me like her more. Even though I literally cried over it.

For the remainder of the semester, I was determined to show her I wasn't an idiot (I am).  I manifested day in and day out to top the class. 

The exam was my last exam of my Juris Doctor.  The night before the exam I drank a bottle of wine. I remember sitting in the far back, left hand side of the exam room, furiously writing and wildly hungover. 

At the end of each exam, I would go home and rewrite it and estimate my mark.  I've only been off by more than 3% once.  That was in equity and he bumped me up 6% any way because he knew when I wrote 500 - 250 = 73.23467 was a mistake.  I know what 500 - 250 equals. 

I didn't rewrite my Canadian criminal law exam.   I think it's because I went out to celebrate or maybe I was too tired.  I felt quiet about it.

Two nights before the marks were released, my mind could not have been further from law school.  I was out playing.  

Law school was brought to the forefront of my mind again because I had another weird dream about Professor Fierce.  I was in a well lit room, but it was massively blurry.  There were many other people in the room, but notably, Fierce and another Canadian professor were deliberating.  They had my exam in hand and they were trying to figure out if I cheated because it was the best written exam they had ever seen.  They determined there was no way I could have cheated and then used my exam as the benchmark to compare all the other students' exams against.

The marks came out. I achieved 78% overall in Canadian criminal law.  Not the number I had hoped to see.  However, because of my 15/30 on the assessment, I realized that meant I received 63/70 (or 90%) on the exam. 

I do not know if the dream was real, but I think of that professor often. It is possible she didn't even mark my exam.  Either way, that was the first time I saw my manifestations materialize, even if it wasn't exactly how I wanted it or exactly how I planned. 

So at the new moon and full moon you can always find me blowing off plans from some quiet time with Natural.  If you're interested in learning, I would be ecstatic to show you the ways.