Kansas City Lost Passport

June 2013 “Your book is the best I have read, and I do read this subject. Simple, covers all the bases with humour and clarity. Great job! Great resource and I thought I was ‘done’–not quite it seems, so thanks.” Do Not Pass Go Without a Passport: The 1-2-3 basics of Manifesting taught by Ken Elliott, and mastered in a crash course late one afternoon at the Kansas City Airport. We flew in from Canada and attended a conference in Kansas City, the Children of Light Conference, organized by the amazing and humble guy who speaks with Angels in his home, Joe Crane.  Now that the conference was over, we We’re leaving the hotel to catch our airport shuttle at 10 AM. I noticed I didn’t have my passport. My husband Ted said he saw it on the desk in the room–and likely the maids scooped it up with the coffee making wrappings, also black and the desk was also a black top. So… he got them to look around, in garbage, in lost and found. Asked at the desk. Nope. No trace. I did a redo of my belongings, nope. No trace. I said to Ted, OK, we are going to manifest a solution. After his look about with the maids, he was ‘not amused’. He fairly shouted, “Don’t PATRONIZE ME!” I said, “I am not, I believe that.” We proceeded to get ready, and close up the room and take back the keys and greet and say goodbye to all the folks we knew in the lobby. Ken Elliott, who had taught a very succinct course mere days ago called, Manifesting 1-2-3– was on his ipad and looked up. I said, “Quick request Ken….Can you work with me to manifest a passport?” Ken said, “You don’t have yours?” “No. I’m Missing it, but a solution is coming in”. “Ken said “I am sending this up to the highest level”. He was pointing UP with conviction. It reassured me. Ken suggested that I see myself safely in Canada and that everything worked out with the passport. He asked that on my return, I write up the story about how the passport was found. My story begins: Ken….With a little help from ‘friends in high places’ and a precise knowing about ‘the law.’…embedding an add-on level of belief  sprung forth from your concise talk…. My belief a solution was ‘coming’ was pretty firm and unshakeable. This allowed #3–(from the book Ken wrote, Manifesting 1-2-3 ) a remarkable ‘just in time’ delivery system that was chock a block full of delicious detail I could never have put into a script. My passport was found and put back into my ever so grateful hands with the gleeful, and awe-on looking of my ever so concerned and due diligent, husband Ted, (who covered all the bases to fill out the script.) While I walked along thinking about my lost passport….I am going with the flow It is what it is….and all is well, whether it appears to be or not. What’s the worse the can happen? Just a bit of ‘time’ and money… We were last night consorting with angels and they are still palpably all around us as we walk… All is well! All is indeed well. Thanks for taking time to look up when I walked over with a request for assistance…. and assuring me…. “This will go to the very highest level…. with the pointer finger pointing UP! Our solution was provided at the highest level. I won’t forget, and you can enjoy this story of manifesting from one of your ‘students’ who just graduated from the school of hard knocks….to one of easeful attainment….of well….whatever is in the movie! With the highest gratitude appreciation and love, Emily and Ted Safely back in Halifax, Nova Scotia. The full story: To fill in the scripted pre resolution drama details I will confess that when we arrived into the Kansas City Airport delayed by an hour by a faulty switch repair, I was dismayed and disheartened by a 2 hour wait for our hotel shuttle. I watched other hotel shuttles come and go and just wanted the day long journey to be ended. Added to the journey was a wake up at 3 am, totally unnecessary because departure was at 10:20—but I Did Not Want to Miss the Plane to the Kansas City Children of Light Conference. So you can see, it was a long, tiring day. Followed by another long, tiring wait. Now… I recall… putting down the black bag containing my passport on the bench and taking out my ipad to check emails. I was also scanning the shuttles and trying to coerce my husband to take another shuttle or taxi, but he was committed to the Ramada Shuttle after telephoning and engaging their services. I am a lateral thinker, and believed if a thing is not working, try something else. After all, we could call Ramada and cancel. So, I was a little put out to have to sit way past meal time and await the tardy, and as it turned out, way overworked shuttle dealing with around 150 conferencers. When Ted finally spotted the shuttle and we hustled over to get it, I forgot all about the black bag on the bench and rushed out the airport doors to scoot over to the white bus with blue lettered RAMADA INN. The end was here. Relief. Arriving at our destination on Universal Avenue, getting the key, paying for the four days stay, jigging with the slide in the door slot plastic key, required too much time and worn out patience. When finally in the room, I did not even miss my black bag with passport. We were so busy with so many speakers and musicians and meet-ups with like minded people I never once took time to think of the precious passport which was key to leaving but totally unremembered until the final hours of departure when Ted said, “Oh, here is my passport, as he checked his fanny pack pouch for