....I had never heard that term before, notes. I asked him what that meant. What’s that, like after the performance, the director passes you notes from the audience? He laughed, and explained that the director’s notes are like instructions, suggestions or pointers, as to how to improve your performance.Some time later, one night during a conversation, he began to point out something about me he felt needed to change. At first, I felt resistant, and it burned. I accepted the burn and silently felt it until it dissipated. This is part of my practice of accepting what is, in the moment. That’s how I make my own rocket fuel. When I do this, I inevitably experience an Ah-Ha moment, a freedom, a Conscious expansion.As the burn dissipated, I began to actually hear him. I was present, listening with my undivided attention and no thoughts or words in my head. Ah-Ha! I was suddenly able to see what he saw from where he was standing. Ooooh. Hmmm. Gee, this is quite a different view. : / I silently noticed and absorbed the slight sting of humiliation that my thinking mind produced...more rocket fuel.Right on cue, it was then that it hit me. Notes! He was delivering notes from the Universe! The experience changed completely. It went from discomfort and resistance, which was keeping my gift at bay, to acceptance and gratitude.The realization I received was not about changing an aspect of my personality, it was in allowing myself to see what others see from where they are standing. It’s not about the message, it’s about the Ah-Ha moment and the expansion you experience when you have it. The rest takes care of itself, whatever that may be. That’s part of the magic...if you allow it.I understand that I’m constantly getting notes from the Universe. Some are sweet little messages and some seem like nasty hate mail that look like crazy ransom notes. They come in many forms, all pointers to my highest good. I would be remiss to take it personally or to resist the messenger.Have you noticed any notes from the Universe lately? ;)