I was cleaning my bedroom today. My spring cleaning is always a
gruesome process. I tend to hold onto things, and never want to let go. I could
go on and dive into a very deep analysis of this fact, but I will spare you.
I actually threw a lot of
things away: old receipts, plane tickets and boarding passes, old toxic lotions
- toxic from their synthetic fragrance and other harmful chemicals and from
rancidity, old makeup, etc.
I decided to pack up some books I have already read to either
donate or for a potential yard sale. In the midst, I found some of my writing. Not the
creative kind, but the wishful kind. I’ll explain what I mean.
The first one was a couple of loose pages dated from 2015 written
in the first person about my ideal life partner. They were in the present tense
and made me smile as I read them. The second one was very similar, but undated,
and the words extended through small pages of a small bound notebook, secured
with an elastic band. These words were not all written in the same instance,
but they were in letter form to my perfect match. I smiled again, because they
were very similar to the 2015 account of my ideal reality with my ideal person.
These two accounts are examples of using writing as a manifestation tool.
Manifesting something you want in your life doesn’t happen overnight, but the
seeds are planted, and as I wrote along the same lines, it was like I was
watering this dream of finding this perfect life partner.
Let’s be honest: I am not delusional about perfection, but when I
wrote this, I knew that I had to not only be specific in what I wanted, but I
also needed to write about how having this person in my life made me feel. I
also knew that people are human and that my knight in shining armor might not
be perfect. Hell, I am not perfect. But I wished for someone perfect for me.
Ask and you shall receive, and I did, about a year and a half
later. I feel blessed and lucky that the Universe responded.
As I was going through my vanity, I found some old wallets. Some
in great shape, and I said out loud: “I would really love to find some money in
these.” These wallets were leather and nice, and even though some looked worn, I
even found a Burberry wallet that had been a gift. It is a rare thing that I
find any cash, besides coins in old wallets, and as predicted, I found some coins,
including some old French francs, coins and a 50 Franc bill. I thought it was cool, but
not what I was hoping for.
Then, within the mounds of old Air France, British Airways and
Continental Airlines boarding passes and ticket receipts, I found an envelope
with my Mom’s handwriting, which said “to get something for the new house.” I
had been in this house for 9 years. I opened the envelope and found three crisp
$100 bills. I thanked up above and knew this was a day where manifestation was
real, where my wishes went from words, written and spoken, and came to life, as
if a divine lightning bolt had struck the life force energy straight into my
reality. Thank you!
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| My $300 find |
