I had a Meeting of the Minds with the Universe. No contract was signed, but we got it. We understood the vibe. That’s what “manifesting” is all about.
I am the Yoga teacher that is going to talk about the The Law of Attraction. Who says that the world is your oyster. And I have too much personal anecdotal evidence to believe otherwise.
“I AM MOVING!” I said. Or did I think it? Regardless, it amounts to the same thing. You plant a seed by thinking such things. You send your desire our there. You think it. Or whisper it. Or scream it loudly. The Universe hears.
Wheels are set in motion. They might seem to be turning slowly or not at all, but rest assured, they are. That seed is waiting for the perfect conditions to sprout. To grow. To bloom.
I’m writing this in my new apartment. A week ago, I didn’t even know I was moving. Sometimes the things we want happen slowly and sometimes they happen really quickly.
Some time ago, we moved areas of town, also quite quickly, in order to be closer to our daughter’s school. I wrote about it in a post I had forgotten about, called Manifesting Convenience. We were tired of the long car ride so we moved mid-schoolyear a 10-minute walk away. It was not a decision we regret. We did, however, move into a teeney, tiny, shoebox of an apartment that we quickly outgrew. I would remind myself that my place was small when I lived in the UK. I felt like a spoiled North American Princess. I tried really hard to convince myself. I was thinking that maybe come July, a year away when the rest of Montreal moves, we could move too. I really, really wanted to get out of my apartment. Or from the other side, I really, really wanted to be in a space where I felt free and calm and like I had space.
And then it felt urgent. The tiny size of my apartment was beginning to affect my mental health. I felt like I was suffocating. Drowning in STUFF! There was just no space. My dresser and bed were some close together that I couldn’t open the drawers of my dresser completely. I couldn’t walk around my bed. Board games and books were toppling off of shelves in the kid’s room. I don’t need a study to tell me the negative ways in which clutter and the space around us affect our health. I could feel it in my body. I always can.
What I knew was I don’t need a three-story house in the suburbs. I don’t need a big home with a forest as a backyard (although I am really enjoying visiting the friends I have who live out in the forest). But I DO need room to breathe. I imagined a space like this.
Then the soil was ripe. On a Sunday, I decided we needed to move. On a Monday, I walked out of my apartment to see that the one in front of me was empty. I walked in and felt a huge weight lift. The ceilings were higher. The kitchen… Oh my, the kitchen was so much bigger. I SAW my family in this house. I sat and imagined how we would feel in this new, fresh space.
Then I got in touch with the company that owns the building and was told the unit was being held for renovation. They’re renovating much of my building and jacking the price up considerably when they do so. Letting me have the unit was not in their interest. I did not think that I was going to get this apartment. But I also thought it was at least worth asking. It is ALWAYS worth asking. I sent a very polite request to move into the unit. I let it go. I didn’t hear back for a day or two and thought they were ignoring this preposterous request. But I continued to visualize the colours I would paint the walls (yellow kitchen, pearl blue kids room etc. etc.) and which room would be mine, the kids… I was at work when I got a text from my husband, who by the way, knew nothing of my brilliant plan, saying that the apartment was ours, but we had 24 hours to decide if we want it because they were already drawing up renovation plans.
The apartment, which is much bigger is also much more expensive. Could we afford it? Was this something we need? Was I being unrealistic?
I woke up that night and had the first panic attack I’ve had in years. I spiralled downward thinking and saying all kinds of very unhelpful, dark, negative and ultimately untrue things.
We don’t belong here
We can’t afford this
I will never live anywhere nice
None of these things are true. But they are magnetic. They are contagious and they can become true. Because the Law if Attraction, attracts. And it worlds regardless of whether your thoughts are “good” or “bad.” Do you remember the story of the wolves? I’ve witnessed this power too many times to not believe this to be real, with my whole entire being.
When I was studying Yoga Therapy at Re:Source I took a workshop with Carina Raisman and Peter Lavoie called Move, Meditate, Manifest. We learned very simple ways to get our desires and goals … organized… so the Universe can help make those things happen. I came up with personal, professional and health goals for 10, 5, 1 years and the present moment. When I looked at my goals a year later, I’d reached all my short term goals and was even as far along as five years in the future with some stuff!
So here we are. In our new apartment. It’s considerably more expensive, which is a little terrifying. But I know the money will come. It ALWAYS does. It does because of the magic of manifestation. I negotiated to keep some of the furniture that was already in the unit. I painted a few rooms with care and washed everything on my hands and knees. Because we’re moving across the hall, we’ve been carrying armfuls of stuff back and forth and back and forth. I don’t know when we will be done.
I am overwhelmed by the thought of organizing, because organizing overwhelms me. I’m trying to take it one room at a time, particularly dreading the kitchen cupboards and the kids’ stuff.
But I am grateful—beyond grateful that things lined up like this.
To think, whisper, or yell is not always enough. I could have wished with all my might for this apartment and that would have been the end of that. I needed to take the next step. I needed to be an active participant in the whole thing or it would not likely have happened. You need to believe and you need to do. You need to co-create the reality that you want. Because the world is your oyster and this apartment is mine.