Rocket of Desire



I stand on the grassy knoll over looking the ocean at the La Jolla cove.
It is just before sunset. The sea has a glassy quality, almost like looking into a rippling mirror. The lawn slicks the bottoms of my bare feet and sends a shiver up my legs. I hold the rocket in my hands as I arch my neck to stare up and out at the subtle changes in the evening light show of the sky. The air is tingly on my skin, a mixture of dampness and salt. It smells of earth and sea blended together to make the perfect early fall evening perfume.


This is where I go in my mind to launch my rockets of desire.


In the book, The Amazing Power of Deliberate Intent by Esther & Jerry Hicks, it says:
“As you explore the variety and contrast of your own life experience, natural preferences relating to the way you would like things to be are vibrationally emitted from you in the form of vibrational signals (similar to electronic signals). You are literally beaming these signals forward into your future experience.
Whenever a preference or desire is born within you as a result of something that you are living, that vibrational signal shoots forth like a rocket of desire and begins amassing power and clarity in your vibratinal future.”


In space travel one of the major obstacles is to harness enough energy to get from the ground into space. That’s where rockets come into the picture. I find this true for me in the manifesting of my desires and dreams. My mind fills with the possibilities of what I can create in my life. But then fear, disbelief and an habitual way of thinking come in and pop the cork, letting all my desires leak out onto the floor.


When a desire for my life starts to form as an idea, I imagine taking that bubbly excitement of possibility and gently capturing it as fuel for my rocket. I think of the movies of my childhood, Mary Poppins and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.


In Mary Poppins, the children go with Mary to visit Uncle Albert. He loves to laugh and his laughing is so joyful and uninhibited that he levitates off the floor. There is a similar scene in Willy Wonka. Charlie and Grandpa leave the group behind and drink some of the fizzy soda. The more they drink and laugh the higher they rise.


The common theme for me is the playful aspect of curiosity. The “What If?” in any dream. The laughter in looking at the positive potential instead of focusing on what I don’t like about the now of things.


Each time I center thought and feeling on a dream, each time I offer action toward my desires and each time I stay connected to the essence of the dream not the actual outcome, I am gathering fuel for my rocket.


I name my rocket before lift-off. I take a glittery pen, usually green, since green is my favorite color. I write in BIG BOLD letters across its’ gleaming side, the name of my desire,
TO BE A PUBLISHED AUTHOR, TO BE ABUNDANT IN MONEY, TO HAVE RADIANT HEALTH.


The sun has set at the cove. The night sky is crowded with stars. I hold my rocket above my head and with a total body laugh; I launch my rocket of desire. I watch it accelerate as it shoots straight up, increasing thrust, amassing more energy with each tearing away of disbelief, and each letting go of habitual thinking.


Just before it disappears up into the upper atmosphere beyond where I can see with my physical eyes, it sends back a firework show of sizzling, popping sparkles that illuminate the sky. And then the remnants are gone. I stand for a moment. The energy of desire and the sweet caress of dreams hugs me. I arch my neck once more and scan the sky. And then I see it, way, way off. My rocket has exploded and it is now a twinkling star winking back at me as if to say, “I’m here and I am now part of your future.”