Perhaps Nothing’s Gone Wrong
I spend a fair amount of time with fellow creators who want help with a manifesting project gone wrong …
the lover isn’t appearing, the new job isn’t coming together, nothing’s improving on the health front, the clients aren’t coming, or whatever’s desired just isn’t happening.
Sometimes it is because we haven’t yet found the alignment that allows things to move.
But sometimes it’s that everything is working out perfectly. We just don’t know it yet.
Take the case when I started looking for a new house a couple years ago.
I’ve witnessed occasions when fellow creators manifested their dream home in a matter of days. I consider myself a master manifestor. (We all are.)
So it seems like this should have been easy peasy.
Delivered to me on a platter. Without lifting a finger. Ta da! There it is.
It would be my best manifesting story yet.
Except it didn’t work like that.
Not even close.
I spent a lot of time looking at houses. I drove all over the state looking for my new home.
I made offers on three different places that didn’t come to fruition.
I went through two real estate agents in the multi-year process.
It would be easy to conclude I sucked at manifesting that house.
But the opposite seems more true from where I stand now.
When I first started looking at houses, it was out of resistance to where I currently lived with my ex. (I loved my house, but didn’t like living with my ex, who refused to leave.)
So I was looking for a new place, but it was begrudgingly. With resistance.
Also when I started looking, I was trying to find something just like my current place. I wanted the same gorgeous place in the suburbs, but with a different address.
Found a place close to home I liked quite a bit. Half acre in a dead end circle, nice place, neighbors had goats. (Big plus for me.)
Made an asking price offer (to the owner who had a copy of The Secret in her library, I noticed); and she responded asking for more. I was ambivalent enough about it that I bailed because it felt upstream at that point.
In the process, though, I realized that I’d really love to have something that had more of a mountain view. (That house had it, but only at certain angles in certain rooms.) And further away from high traffic roads. (I’ve got a blind cat who likes to go outside.)
So I expanded my search to areas further away from town.
Found a place up the local canyon and made an offer on a gorgeous little ranch house. It was more expensive on two acres, but had such stunning views of the valley! I was nervous about winters up there and what it meant to have a septic tank, but the selling agent put me in touch with other single women up there who were navigating it just fine and reassured me I’d love it.
My agent talked to their agent and I made an offer that was supposed to be easily accepted. It wasn’t. They countered for a thousand more.
“It’s a thousand dollars,” my agent pleaded. To me, though, it wasn’t a thousand dollars. It was a sign.
This wasn’t my house.
The search continued. Without an agent.
At this point many months had passed and I’m now driving all over the state in search of my new home, since I feel newly liberated to look beyond the bounds of what I’d initially considered.
- I felt comfortable spending more money.
- I didn’t have to be close to town. All I needed was internet and phone.
- I wasn’t afraid of septic tanks or propane.
- I felt confident I could survive a Utah winter as a single girl in the mountains.
- I got okay with moving further away from my parents, knowing we’d make the drive to see each other.
- I didn’t feel intimidated by a big piece of property any more. Anything under two acres now felt constrictive!
- I was intent on finding something with very low traffic and more room for my four-legged menagerie.
More than anything, I realized I was no longer house hunting out of resistance to leaving my current place, but rather excited about upgrading my lifestyle. Out of exasperation at how long it was taking, my ex asked if I wanted to stay and he’d be the one who moved.
That was exactly what I wanted and intended in the beginning, but now I had my sights set on something better. I was getting out of town. !
Eventually I found a new place in the country. And a new agent.
When I walked into the master bedroom of this house, I literally gasped at the beautiful mountain view from the floor to ceiling windows. It was stunning! The other side of the house overlooked beautiful Cache Valley, where I went to college. I could easily see myself there.
I loved the area and I loved this house.
In the process of making a full price offer, the sellers neglected to answer three questions I had. (Re their internet, any known building plans next door, and something else I forget now.) They were easy questions.
They never answered and we never talked again. I thought they must have had another offer they liked better, but no, their house didn’t sell.
“Upstream,” I explained to my agent. He wasn’t exasperated like my last girl.
I put many more miles on my car looking for a new place. I literally don’t think there is a place I could go in this state where I didn’t consider it as my potential home.
Eventually I drove up a canyon that a friend warned me never to consider. “It’s a nightmare in the winter,” he told me.
But the pressure was on at home to get out from under that roof with my ex, so I was considering everything at this point.
Mind you, this whole time I’m holding the vibration of loving my new home …
I’m practicing waking up to my gorgeous views. I’m giving thanks for the abundance that this place makes me feel, and enjoying how much my animals love it. I’m loving up on my new neighbors, I’m feeling confident about my new mortgage payment. I’m doing the aligning work this whole time.
And it took me up this “nightmare canyon” my friend warned me to avoid at all costs.
There were two homes up there I wanted to see. The drive was lovely! Yes, a narrow canyon, but it was gorgeous! I liked it.
(When I told my friend how much I enjoyed the drive, he said, “Try doing it in a semi.” Well I’m not driving a semi, am I?!)
The first place I looked at was worth strong consideration.
And the second one was my home. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on it. Before I even did a walk-through, I said out loud, “HOME!”
Called my agent. Asked him to schedule a walk-through, and to plan on making an offer. That’s how certain I was of this place.
He called back minutes later. They just accepted an offer on it yesterday! After being on the market for a year! Argh – the timing!
But I knew this was my home.
I asked him to pursue it anyway. We did. The original buyers retracted their offer, and the sellers accepted my full price offer.
I wasn’t surprised or excited. I was confident. This was where I belonged.
And every day I love this place even more. (I’m literally in tears right now typing that.) I hit the home lottery with this place!
The reason I told you this long exasperating story was that it would have been easy for me to conclude I was a dunce manifestor when this didn’t happen easily and effortlessly.
But through the process of things not working out with my first choices, I recognized new desires that took me to “even better.” I got on board with the idea that it could be bigger than I originally dreamed.
The first place I set my sights on was a half acre in the suburbs. Traffic. Neighbors. Noise. Streetlights.
As my home search evolved, I eventually ended up on several acres at the end of a dead end street, with just two fabulous neighbors, where we see moose on dog walks in the neighborhood, tons of canyon trails for us to enjoy. There’s a lake just minutes away that I learned to paddle board on this summer! The views are stunning from every window in the house. Every window in the house looks like a postcard view. The house itself is stunning. I mean, this is my home!
And I wasn’t ready for it when I went on my first house hunting expedition.
It took me time to line up with something this good.
(I was afraid of septic tanks, and canyon drives, big mortgages, and being so far away from what I was used to. But far away from what I was used to was what was calling me! It took me a while to say yes to what was deep in my vortex.)
In hindsight, I am so glad those first couple homes didn’t work out for me.
I learned how to allow an even bigger dream, which wouldn’t have happened had things gone according to plan that first time around.
So, when it seems like your manifesting gig isn’t come together as easily as you’d like, consider that maybe you’re just being led to something even better. And that it’s okay if it takes a minute to line up with that.
And even if you don’t see it like that right now, I’m holding the faith for you so your favorite dream can come true – eventually.
Because sometimes when it looks like things aren’t coming together, they’re doing the exact opposite, in even bigger ways than you intended.