On a cold Friday the 13th in January over a decade ago, I signed the mortgage agreement for my first home. And I wasn’t scared about it at all. Though I wasn’t exactly rich–I’d decided that waiting tables was my true calling, at least for a while–I believed that by saving every dollar I could and paying at least a little ahead on the mortgage each month, I just might be able to pay off the house in ten years. With that goal in mind, I took in renters and saved every dollar I could. I didn’t drive a car, for instance. And sometimes I even passed up the bus, deciding it wasn’t worth that $1 fee.
Five years later, I was nowhere close to my goal, but I didn’t worry about that–I just kept making payments. Something in me told me that it would all work out as it should.
I married my first husband, and worked as much as I could, using most of my earnings for the house. Then I divorced and married my husband, which gave me another big edge. Still, the goal was pretty far away. Then the year before having my second child, I got a great job, and started paying in big chunks. Finally, the day came when my husband gave me the approval to take the twenty grand out of our savings account and pay our very last installment.
In the February nine years after signing the mortgage, I made the final payment on the house–nearly one year ahead of schedule.
I believe in hard work. And planning, and being careful with money. But I also believe in the power of setting an clearly defined intention.
Me: Sometimes it’s hard for me to love his thing we call God, or to even know whether I should. I mean, maybe just loving people is enough. Yes? No? How do you love God, when there’s no face to God?
Leta: I love God as a force at the heart of life. I feel it as a breathtakingly spiritual power at the center of all things, beyond faces, physicality or form. It is not human. It is like Chi of Taoism. It is everywhere, in everything (including me) and part of all expressions of existence. It is like electricity. It is. It has a quality to it that is all-powerful and God-like in a conventional sense of that word. However, it is beyond anthropomorphism. It cannot be labeled as anything “human” in any way, shape or form. It has Presence in my life without form. It is real like my hand is real, but in a way that defies logic or rational explanations. It is the ineffable.
I am constantly connected to this force and love it with every bit of my being. It brings everything good and wonderful into my life and it is everything–even things that others call “bad,” “unlucky,” “tragedy,” “dis-ease” and so on. These are great gifts from my perspective. They are things that come as ways to grow into myself and ever more close to that God-force I have been talking about. It is love for love’s sake. I have no agenda in it. My name for it is God because that makes the most sense.
Me: Do you have a go-to image or set of images that mean “God” to you?
Leta: No. It is life force. It has no feeling to it that can be described. It has a quality to it that is called “bliss” by the masters and gurus of our planet, but even that cannot adequately describe it. It is subjective and experiential. I would say that I am feeling the same thing that others have described as bliss or enlightenment, but I choose to call it nothing and just experience it. To love your life is enough. I won’t call myself blissed-out or in an enlightened state. I am loving life with my breaths. That is enough.
Me: I love God, too–but I really love LIFE. To me, the definition of God is LIFE. Is that what you mean?
Leta: I mean life and more than life. I mean what makes life possible at all. I mean the divine miracle that life is thrust upon the canvas of All That Is. I mean the interconnectedness of all life across all the cosmos. I mean the thing that exists before life is even a thought and the thing that will be there when all life is singing the swan song of existence. I mean the totality of all dimensions, realms of experience and planes of existence–including the multidimensions of the angelic realms and non-physical planes of existence on this planet (elemental beings). I mean the totality of ALL THAT IS. I cannot explain it any other way. God is a way to describe all of that and MORE. It is close as my breath and beyond anything my brain can comprehend. It is real to me. I cannot say it any other way.
Me: You love all that you see, all the time?
Leta: Yes. Pretty much. And if I don’t love it, I love that I don’t love it. Then I go into myself and contemplate until understanding comes. It takes years sometimes. All the while, I have fun!
The law of attraction works. There, I said it. I’m one of those out-there alternative spirituality types. But here’s the thing: I don’t think the law of attraction’s effectiveness necessarily has to do with quantum physics. Or with vibrations, or manifesting stuff we want out of thin air. What I think is that for each of the lives we choose on Earth, we also choose a purpose for that life. And when we get in touch with that purpose–get still and listen–we can find out what it is, then attract to us what furthers it.
Belief is an amazing thing. It’s sort of our super power as humans. And when our beliefs combine with our calling, cool stuff happens.
Here’s a collection of true law of attraction success stories I’ve been working on for several years now. Everyone has a different perspective on the idea, and I love all the ways my guest contributors have experienced it. Many of the stories that follow are quite amazing.
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Law of Attraction Success Stories About Relationships:
A year ago, before Christmas, my husband and I had a meeting. We sat down at the kitchen table and talked about how much money was in our bank account currently and how much we wanted to spend during the holiday season. Our budget included a trip for my husband and our two boys.
We did the math and said, “Okay, at the end of the holidays we will have X amount in our bank account.” It was an intention as well as a promise.
December came. Chris left with the boys, and our two girls and I wanted to do a few special things while they were away. For a day or so I asked myself if this would be wise as I may end up overspending. But it felt right, so I went with it.
We got massages and manicures and bought a few other things, and by the time we were done I realized we had, in fact, spent too much. We had gone over budget by about $900.
Realizing this, I did not freak out. Instead, I told myself that what we’d spent felt right to me and everything would work out somehow.
A few days later, my last day of vacation before returning to work, I was driving to a friend’s house when I got terribly lost. For the life of me, I couldn’t make a correct turn. Finally, I decided to pull into a cul-de-sac and consult my GPS. As I did so, I noticed something strange: On the street, there was a small pile of papers.
As I neared it, I looked closer. Those weren’t just any papers, I realized. It was a pile of money.
I got out of the car and picked it up. Then I counted it. The amount was $900 exactly.
A friend of mine was furnishing a new apartment from scratch, and putting the entire balance on credit. (She didn’t have any cash to put towards the purchase.)
As she stood at the counter doing the paperwork for her new account, she thought, “Wouldn’t it be nice if they lost the paperwork and I got all this for free?” It wasn’t even an intention, just a brief moment of letting herself enjoy the thought of getting all this wonderful new furniture for free.
Several weeks later when she hadn’t received any payment instructions in the mail, she called the company. Which was tricky to do, since they’d been recently bought out or management had changed in some way.
But when she tracked down the new folks in charge, they couldn’t find any trace of her purchase. They had no account of her as a customer at all.
She phoned again the following month to give it another try, but after they still had no record of any more that she owed, she decided to gratefully and gleefully accept this gift from the Universe.
My friend Susan is the person in my life (well, one of the two, I guess) who gets to hear all my spiritual stuff–and I get to hear hers, too. The other day, I was telling her how well things were going overall, especially considering that sometimes having two kids feels like you’re in a war zone where bombs are going off in the distance all around you and even though they don’t often land right nearby, you’re completely unable to escape the area. Those are the moments you can feel the PTSD coming on and you wonder if anything that is happening in your brain right now is permanent.
Anyway … So, I was telling Susan that in spite of some not-so-great moments, having two kids is really pretty cool, and altogether I feel pretty sane. “But I wish I had just two hours of alone time at night. That would be the best thing ever.”
And then, just because she is like that, Susan said something like this: “You mean you have a belief that you don’t have two hours of alone time at night.”
And I said, “Yeah, that’s right. I wonder why I have that belief.”
Then I went on with my day.
The following week, I dropped my first son’s nap. Ever since then, he has gone to bed three hours earlier. Of course, I didn’t notice the coincidence until I saw Susan a few days later.
As a mother of young sons, I was seeking balance in my life. I wanted it to be on my terms and not dictated by when I could get out of the house, the schedule of the day spa and/or my husband’s availability to take over childcare while I was away “doing something just for me.” Meditation was a thing I had heard a lot about and I wanted to go there, explore that and make that the focus of my “me” time.
Meditation is something I can do anytime, anywhere. It requires no special equipment. It’s simply me and my body and my mind. Simple does not necessarily mean easy. We have minds busy with chatter. We can and do often become swept away with the parade of thoughts that disrupt us – an inner sense of peace is swallowed up by all those thoughts we think.
Reading up on meditation, I knew it was a way for me to master my thoughts, use my mind as a servant instead of making it my master and create the inner space to allow that peace in. Kids are a source of chaos both internally and externally. We berate ourselves with all the comparisons between ourselves and other parents and our kids and other kids. We also look around to our environments and see things out of place. Toys needing to be picked up, kids wanting to play with objects that are not intended for small hands and a gazillion other ways our external landscapes are thrown into chaos with tiny ones in our lives.
None of this is wrong. Kids will be kids! They need outlets of play for their personal development and I for one did not want to stifle their budding personhoods through my own insecurities and inability to deal with them. After recognizing the benefits of meditation, I set in place the intention to make it a part of my life. I did not know how I would do it, when or where it would happen. I made the declaration of wanting meditation to be a part of my existence and let God do the rest.
Soon enough, I noticed how Oliver would fall asleep in the buggy on our way home from dropping William off at preschool. I took that opportunity to sit in the garden of a park near my home and simply practice breathing. If the weather was too cold or rainy for that, I would roll Oliver into the house still in his buggy and just sit while he slept.
If I was in the car while children were sleeping, I would stay there in the driveway after we arrived home and do nothing other than close my eyes and breathe. I would practice meditation for durations of 2 minutes through to an hour or more.
It was a miraculous “noticing” of space in my life. Whenever I could meditate, I suddenly had the inspiration to do so. It was marvelous how these moments came with precision and regularity. It did not have to be at the same time every day or for the same amount of time. What had shifted in me was the awareness of those moments existing: moments when it was possible, doable, to meditate.
Meditation for me has expanded into a lifelong habit. I meditate now as a way of being. I take time every day to sit quietly and watch my breath internally. I also use meditation as a form of presence. When I am with someone – that is a meditation! It is a meditation of presence, of BE-ing with that person, listening to them and responding from a place of spontaneity. I no longer think what to say ahead of time. I sit with a person in a state of presence-meditation.
When I do the dishes, it is my “dishes meditation” time. I do the dishes with presence. I wash them as if this were the greatest meditation ever. I love the dishes as I clean them. I am with them as a lover. It’s the same with the laundry. I just do the laundry like I would if I were sitting cross-legged in a room of meditation students. Wherever I go, whatever I am doing, I practice it as a meditation. Life is a meditation to me now. It is no longer separate activity from the rest of my life. All of life is calm and meditation.
Of course, there is still noise in my life. With 4 young boys how could there not be? However, my intention of creating life as the meditation makes it easy for the calm to stay inside. I still go off and sit by myself from time to time to regroup and restore an inner sense of balance. I have a chair that is specifically placed in my bedroom for my quiet meditation times. I sit on the floor and focus on beautiful objects that are pleasing to me. I stay in the car when I am able and breath while the baby continues to sleep.
All of these things I do as a habit because meditation is important to me. It’s one of the greatest, if not the greatest, priority of my life. Above caring for my kids, being there for my husband or taking care of personal hygiene I intend the peace meditation brings me. When peace is taken care of, all those other things fall into place so easily and effortlessly. I have noticed how easy my life is and with what grace I am gifted every day. I have peace as a core value. I arrive there through vigilant adherence to the intention that meditation is in my life every day. Then I wait for the opportunities to “pop up” and I take them, I act on them, I do as I am guided and I notice how often it is there is that space for what I desire.
You too can make something a part of your life that you desire. Whether it is more time for meditation or something else, there is something powerful in the intention. Then, it is up to you to notice and act on what is opening up in front of you. Be very open. You will be surprised at how many ways The Universe brings you what you desire.
I don’t often eat junk food. (For me, a bowel of Raisin Bran is an indulgence.) However, after having my third baby, Jack, in a difficult delivery, then seeing him head straight to the NICU for a four-day stay (he’s fine, thankfully), I decided a little treat was in order.
I’m going to buy myself a Snicker’s bar, I thought. Or not. We’ll see if I get around to it.
The next day, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before: a candy dish by the front counter of the maternity ward, and in it several miniature Snickers bars. Well, it has to be a sign, I thought.
When I told the Universe I wanted more peace, depth within my being and a closeness to God that was manifest in my daily existence, I had no idea how that would play out in experience. I had a very intimate hour with my Self in meditation where I asked from the depths of my being for expansion. It was a conversation that was completely with myself and spoken out loud. I sat for an hour and talked to myself about my desires, my intentions for peace and closeness with God. I gave my heart and soul to the All-ness of All That Is in that moment.
When I found out some months later that I was pregnant, though my husband had a vasectomy some 2-plus years earlier, I was angry, confused and suffering from a bad case of the “Why me?” syndrome. I had a burgeoning career as a writer and speaker, a radio show I loved and not enough time as it was to split between my career/non-mothering goals and my role as parent. It wasn’t meant to be, supposed to be or in any way fair!
Still, here I was with a baby inside of me and halfway through my second trimester. I was over four months along before I finally realized what was going on with my body. With a breastfeeding child already and a busy schedule with three other young ones, I was not paying a lot of attention to my monthly menstrual cycle. I just figured my lack of period was a result of the breastfeeding and moved through each day like “a chicken with its head cut off.”
My epiphany came when I realized that what I had in this pregnancy and this baby was exactly what I had put out there into the universe as an intention. It was the energy of what I desired most: a pathway to peace, greater discoveries of inner depth and perfect beyond perfect for becoming closer to God. Not only is a baby a way for all of us to connect to our God-self, but also the journey of getting to a peaceful state over this very shocking news was the perfect situation from which to explore my relationship with my God-self and become even closer to the All of All That Is.
I am here to say that intentions become reality when they are spoken from a place of authenticity that transcends beliefs, concepts and subliminal programming that may be creating a barrier between our spoken desires and our inner “ideas” about what is possible. As we move through the many-layered playground of mind, we see that we are a collection of beliefs and concepts that are often philosophically opposed. We can desire money and believe that it is the root of all evil. Figuring out our facets as a human is wonderfully fun if we allow it to be. It also allows us to examine our inner beliefs and concepts, discovering incongruities and adherence to the collective consciousness.
We can also examine how societal/cultural norms are at play in our energy and determine where they are serving our expansion as humans and where they are not. All of this inner work allows us to know ourselves, make choices from a place of clarity and authenticity, and freely claim our right to be on this planet. We can love ourselves with abandon when we have explored the inner landscape, loving and embracing what we find there—for it is all blissful discovering!
Becoming pregnant with my fourth child, another son, was everything I had asked for and more. The moment I realized he truly was an answer to prayer, I burst out in laughter. How brilliantly the Universe had delivered to me everything I desired! I am four years into his existence now. My life has changed significantly. On the outside, it may appear that I have given up many of my dreams. I no longer have the radio show. I do not speak to groups as often as I used to. My books don’t sell well and I have the job as Mom more than anything else at the moment. Yet, none of that matters. I am more happy and satisfied than I have ever been. I have the life that I need energetically to create all the wonderful experiences for me to cultivate peace in my heart, figure out my infinite depth and become closer and closer to God in every breath.
I—simply stated—love my life. What more could I ask for? Energetically, I am full, full, full! The law of attraction means for me constantly going within and finding the energy of that which I desire. The thing is a representation of the energy. I skip the middle man of the thing and go straight for the energy. I talk to the universe energetically. I connect to the energy of that which I desire and go into my life now to find where that energy already exists. In that, I find the ways I can be grateful right now. The energy of that which I desire is already evident in my day-to-day existence. Connecting to that evidence through meditation opens up my heart to appreciation that has no words.
Timothy is our answer to prayer! I think how lucky we are to have him. What I see in his eyes, his very presence, is my capacity to attract exactly what I want—in a most unexpected and brilliant way. Gratitude is simply inadequate to express my blessings.
One day when I was in high school, I had a strange experience. It happened, really, during a family counseling session at which a wonderful Christian woman prayed for me at length. The prayer was for friendship and a feeling of acceptance, and immediately, I felt the effect.
Here’s the thing: in high school, I had almost no friends, and very little self-confidence, either. The mantra in my brain everyday went something like this: people don’t like you, so don’t even try.
Well, that day, and totally supernaturally, the intent of that woman to help me must have broken through my own intent to be miserable, and the result was truly amazing: I felt like a socially accepted and acceptable person–and the next day, I started making friends.
That day in class, the teacher had us write evaluation notes to each other. That’s all we did the whole period–write evaluation notes, and receive and read them. Well, of course after a while this just became a note-passing free-for-all, and somehow, in the midst of this, I started noticing something: people were treating me differently. They were including me. They were complimenting me.
I finally felt like one of them.
By the end of the class period, a few of us even exchanged phone numbers.
I was sad when the next day the new-found confidence faded. I didn’t know that there was anything I could do to get it back.
One day, I hope to teach my children the lesson of that day, namely: when you shift inside, circumstances shift around you, too–and sometimes in a pretty speedy way.
When I was in high school, I received a message from God via a friend of my mom’s who, like both of us, was an Evangelical Christian. While praying for me one day she prophesied that as an adult I’d become a world traveller, going to China, India, Africa and other exotic places like that.
At the time, hearing this was a big help to me. It gave me something to look forward to, something to help me get through my worse-than-mundane high school existence. I held on to the dream, and once I went to college, studied Mandarin Chinese–a language I still totally adore. After college, I did go to China, and later to India, and a whole bunch of other cool places, too. Africa is one of the next on my list, and I don’t think it will be too long before I get there.
To this day, I’m not sure if the prophecy that woman gave me was really from God . . . but something in me responded to it deeply, and that made it a powerful motivator and point of focus in my life (and at a time when I needed one badly).
My latest law of attraction success story: Last month, I paid off the mortgage for one of my homes.
It’s the first home I bought, and when I did so I was a part-time waitress right out of college. I got myself a few roommates and pinched every penny. Without knowing how it could ever happen, I made a goal to pay off the mortgage in ten years.
The day I signed the papers was Friday, January 13–just over nine years ago.
So, how did I make this happen? Well, I worked hard, of course–but even that couldn’t possibly have guaranteed such an outcome. I believe the biggest factor in this success is that I knew the house was the right one for me. It felt right buying it, and it felt right renting it out when I moved away. I loved the house then and still do, and each dollar I’ve put towards it was given with a sense of power, enjoyment and accomplishment.
If I had to sum it up in one word, I’d say the secret to this success story was gratitude.
When I was growing up–let’s face it, up to my mid-twenties–I was one of the shyest people I knew. I could just barely stand speaking in class. I hated standing out in any way–a comment on a new hairstyle, for instance, freaked me out–and I totally sucked at making friends.
Now, this was in my pre-New Thought awareness days, and yet it won’t surprise most of you to know that that didn’t stop me from succeeding in ridding myself of this mental alignment. After a torturous high school experience, while in my first year of college, I made a momentous decision: I decided to stop being shy.
My method: I would speak once a day in class.
I can’t remember if I succeeded in doing this every day or not. Since that semester, though, I have gradually worked my way through most of my shyness, so that today, most people who know me are shocked to learn I wasn’t always at least fairly comfortable around people.
And I even have a good number of friends now.
Sometimes, the intention is all we need to accomplish our goals. Other times, that’s just the beginning of the story. This was one of the latter kind, and yet–there was something miraculous about it, too.
Contributors: Mollie Player and How Your Mind Can Heal Your Body by David Hamilton
In How Your Mind Can Heal Your Body, David Hamilton tells of a patient who had two very large warts on his feet, one of them almost the size of his big toe. Though he’d had them for several years, soon after he tried Hamilton’s visualization techniques, the warts completely disappeared. What hadn’t responded to any number of holistic and traditional healing approaches (including drugs), responded very quickly to his mind and beliefs.
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Contributor: My friend and fellow blogger Scott. Find more of his musings on spirituality, the law of attraction and more at kindredspirit23.wordpress.com.
Manifesting should not be work. It should be something that happens naturally when first you will it, then you follow through as needed. No, you don’t just express your desire to the universe and start running around to find it fulfilled. It’s quieter than that. I find that if I manifest and turn it over to God, it works out.
Example: My roof is leaking. The estimates I could gather for a new roof ranged from $4,000-$10,000.
I couldn’t afford that. I didn’t even know who to call. So, I manifested.
Later, I had to stop by the nursing home for what became my last therapy session. The PT suggested that I should see if it’s covered by my insurance. My deductible is $1000, so that still concerned me, but I had them send out someone to estimate. He was from a good, honest company.
An hour later, the person told me it wasn’t enough for a claim and it would be less than $1000 to fix it.
I knew it would still be a lot of money, but I felt much better. The company said they would even do payment plans!
However, when the estimate came back, it was just under $1200.
I hesitated; I felt the need to hesitate. My mom thought I should get a second estimate. I didn’t know who to call, so I put it out on Facebook.
I received several good answers, including one from my stepson who offered to do the job at cost. (Thankfully, we’ve always gotten along well.) This seems like the right opportunity, and now I’m waiting to see if it works out.
I feel confident that whatever happens will be fine and I no longer need to worry about the money.
Lots of times, law of attraction believers talk about the importance of inspired action–and there is good reason for that. Jane Roberts, the woman who back in the 1970s channeled the spirit entity who called himself Seth, wrote about this idea a lot. The subconscious, she said, is where all the work gets done, while the role of the mind is to be still and wait for instruction.
I like this idea a lot, of course; who doesn’t want the Universe to give them personalized, detailed advice? Which is why it was so exciting to me when recently I saw the principle at work.
Here’s the story: I have two children, and one is almost brand new. Since the other is only two and a half, it made sense for a dedicated walker like me to buy a stroller that could hold them both; it’s one of the first and only purchases I considered for the new baby when pregnant.
And yet, I did not buy a stroller.
I can’t say exactly why I didn’t. I knew it was necessary. I knew if I wanted to get a good used one, I probably shouldn’t wait till the last minute. But it wasn’t until one fine spring afternoon about a month before the baby was born, following a trailside near-breakdown of my rickety old thrift store contraption that, during a conversation with a friend at the playground, it hit me: “I want to buy a double stroller–and I want to buy one right now.”
The desire really did feel inspired.
That night, I shopped around online, ready to hit the “buy” button at any moment . . . but nothing was calling my name. Nothing, that is, except The One–the $600 double stroller straight from heaven. With no real desire to buy it new, and realizing I’d probably find a used one nearly as good for pretty cheap, I decided to hit a thrift store soon and settle on anything that was similar.
Two days later, while out with my son, I was intrigued to see the exact stroller I had lusted after, sitting outside a McDonald’s restroom. In true motherly fashion, I complimented the owner, struggling to wash three sets of hands, on her tasteful choice of transportation.
“You wouldn’t be interested in selling it, would you?” I asked–and when she answered I knew God had spoken.
“Actually, I do plan to sell it. Are you interested?”
$175 and a park date later, I brought my old stroller to the thrift store from which I’d bought it three years back.
As I handed it over to the attendant, I didn’t even feel sentimental.
I had the smooth-riding luxury SUV of strollers now . . . and I still thank God for it every time I take a walk.
Contributor: Alexander of alexandersvitych.com, a partial believer in the law of attraction who shares his personal perspective here.
This happened to me before I watched the famous (or perhaps infamous) The Secret movie and learned about the law of attraction.
Back in my freshman’s year of college in Ukraine, I remember traveling home for the weekend and watching the Discovery channel at night. The program was about something that left me in total awe and surprise.
It was about a man-made wonder right in the middle of one of the busiest megalopolises on the planet. That night I watched the Central Park in New York City for the first time in my life.
This was more than 10 years ago, but I still remember vividly my emotions that night.
At first, I was totally captivated by the charm and beauty of the park in a spot meant for nothing but the skyscraper jungle. Next, I had a sincere wish to be there at least for one moment. And immediately after that, I let it go because I was sure this was not possible. This just could not possibly happen.
Less than two years later I had a wonderful opportunity to participate in the Undergraduate Exchange Program to study at Concordia College in Minnesota for one academic year. The application and selection process was an adventure in itself. To cut the story short, in winter we had a reunion with my program fellows in Washington, DC. Around six of us decided to meet up in NYC a few days before that …
I remember clearly that moment. I arrived to New York earlier than the others, and went out to explore Central Park. I had no memory of the Discovery channel night whatsoever. It wasn’t until I started walking in the park that it struck me: “Oh my God. Now I remember. I wanted this!”
Somehow the chain of events unfolded in a way that made my inner wish come true.
The morale of the story is the following.
I do believe that the thing called “law of attraction” exists. Moreover, it works. However, it is often misinterpreted, not the least owing to The Secret. My biggest problem with the above-mentioned documentary is that it misses out the main thing: that nothing will happen until you take action.
You may sit in the lotus pose for hours mediating on such things as health and richness. Yet this will be nothing more than a waste of time and mental energy if no practical steps are taken to achieve your goals or ideals.
The law of attraction does work – but only if coupled with action.
Contributor: Law of attraction advocate “Lucky Lady” Kathleen of luckylady711.com. Kathleen invites you to sign up for her Lucky Life Newsletter. You can also receive a free 30-minute law of attraction coaching session by sending her an email.
Quite a few years ago, due to a series of what some would call “bad” luck, I found myself over $4400 behind in rent payments. No matter what action I took to get paid up to date, from scrimping and saving, to finding ways to make extra money, nothing helped. I was suddenly reminded that our “thoughts become things” as Mike Dooley says, and I decided to use my imagination to visualize being paid up in full.
Every evening when I got home, I would lay down on my sofa, close my eyes, and imagine telling my sweetie, “All of my rent is now paid up in full!” I would feel the relief, excitement, and satisfaction of knowing it was true, and I would imagine his excitement and congratulations.
I never gave any thought to how this would happen; instead, I went straight to the end result, to the feeling of the wish fulfilled.
I did this for about seven or eight minutes every evening. If during the day the thought of being past due came to my mind, I immediately switched my thoughts to the congratulations from Sweetie and went on about my day.
Suddenly, one month later, a man walks up to me and introduces himself as my new landlord. He then hands me a paper and tells me that starting the next month, this is where to send my rent.
Turns out, the previous landlord had lost track of all the records, and in that moment, all of my past due rent was wiped off the slate and I was PAID UP IN FULL, and I have been ever since.
What a relief! It felt even better than I had imagined it, and it happened in a way I would never have imagined.
It didn’t take any force, struggle, or effort–just the deliberate use of our great power to create with our imagination.
The truth is, we are using our imagining powers all the time. So why not deliberately use your imagining power to manifest what you desire and increase your luck?