The Storage Room - Abundance Analogy

by Bronwen Oehlschlager - Online Network Marketing Coach
(Utah)

In my dream I was approaching a very crowded place. It was outdoors, but there were multiple buildings like storage units. It reminded me of a very busy carnival only without the rides. People were coming and going peeking inside buildings, staying to enjoy, and then moving along.

I approached the commotion from above, and then exited my car as if I had driven to this specific destination on purpose. From here I walked up to the door of a room and opened the door. It was just a regular door, nothing big or special about it, and the room was only about 300 square feet.

When I first glanced around the room I felt disinterested.

It was just a bunch of stuff that had been put carelessly around the room with plenty of room to navigate and examine the contents. Although I could see nothing special about the items in the room at first glance I felt compelled to take a closer look.

The first item I examined more closely appeared to be a plastic toy kitchen. I remember thinking that it looked brand new and I wondered why someone had stashed it so carelessly in this old storage room. Then I noticed a child sized cup sitting under a spickit.

The cup was clean.

As if it had been prepared just for me. Strange. I looked at the cup and then put it under the spickit and pushed the button. Out came smooth, creamy chocolate milk.

I like chocolate milk so I smelled it for good measure (even though I knew there was nothing wrong with it. I was a skeptic.) and took a drink. It was cold and delightful so I put my small cup under the spickit to get some more.

As I pushed the button some people came into the room.

It was a man and a woman - Both carelessly overweight and with mightily judgmental countenances. They looked at me with complete disgust as I filled my tiny cup again and then vocally objected when I went to put the cup to my lips.

“It’s good.” I said calmly as I realized that they imagined it was old and rotten simply because of the impression that the storage room first offered.

I drank and in complete derision they left the room without examining any of its contents.

After they left I was alone again and I looked at the toy kitchen more carefully.

I wanted to know how it worked.

Where was the chocolate milk being stored? How was it being cooled? How much was left?

As I looked even more closely I realized in amazement that the chocolate milk was coming from… nowhere. So I filled my cup a few more times to test its source. Cup after cup it filled and soon I came to accept that it was coming from an endlessly abundant source.

I felt confident that I could open a chocolate milk shop and charge a penny per cup and the supply would keep up with whatever demand presented itself.

More people came and went, some just peeking and leaving, and some would come in and look around.

I tried to tell all of them about the magical chocolate milk but none would partake.

Moving on I examined a few more of the contents of the room to find that everything was in pristine condition.

I instinctively felt that the room belonged to nobody… everybody… so I took a few things to my car and when I returned to the room I found that the item had been replaced by an equally high quality duplicate item.

I saw then that I could fill my car endless times and still there would be plenty for anyone else who wanted to have the same things that I wanted.

Everything was in order of what I desired a little bit to what I desired most. The biggest things were in the back, but there was a direct path to them if I took a moment to find the path.

This room contained every material thing that my heart desired from chocolate milk to top notch make-up to money and house-plans.

Some more people came and joined me in looking around, and some even picked a few things up and left with guilty, rather than grateful looks on their faces – As if they thought they had done something wrong in partaking of the abundance that the room had to offer.

The items these people took changed to reflect the quality that they felt they deserved.

It took a moment for me to realize that they had not taken time to examine the room itself and learn that it was governed by laws of abundance and that if they wanted something from it they had but to come and get it – again and again if they desired – and they never needed to feel guilty about it.

More and more people came and looked into the room. Most scoffing as I tried to share the magic of what they were glancing at so casually. They could each have everything from the room multiple times over! “Come, get some! Take what you want. Take what you need! There is plenty for everyone. The room just makes more!”

The more people I tried to convince to take the abundance that they had stumbled onto the more looked at me like I was a raving lunatic and slipped away from the doorway.

Then I realized that a few people had stayed. They began asking me questions. They asked what I knew and how I knew it.

They began to open their eyes to the order the room was in and the pathways that were provided for easy navigation.

They saw where they were clearly and began to partake.

I felt satisfied - Like I had done something good. That’s when I woke up.