You’ve probably heard the term, manifesting or having the ability to manifest a dream or a goal. It sounds so out there and maybe the skeptic in us might be leery of such a lofty notion. 

Indulge me for a bit while I share a recent experience with you.

I’ll start by saying that I’ve been a follower and practitioner of yoga and meditation for the last twenty years. Meditation has been a big part of my adult life. My inner peace and surrender to believing that all is working on my behalf even when I don’t see it, is as a direct result of meditating. I’m forever grateful for this practice.

In all my years of meditating, I’ve never meditated for the purpose of manifesting. I’ve treated meditation as a practical tool to help me stay grounded in authenticity and purpose. I’ve come to rely on meditation for inner peace and connectivity to the divine. I cherish my meditation time and I recommend it to everyone regardless of where you’re at in your personal journey.

If you’ve been following me or reading my blogs, you know my love for the beach. The sound of waves swelling and crashing soothes my soul. Naturally, when I’m meditating, I picture the beach and I allow myself to see it in my mind’s eye and hear it as if I was physically there. Within a few minutes of hearing and seeing the beach, I’m able to calm my mind, shut off the million things on my to-do list and listen for whatever comes next. Are you with me so far?

In the last eight months my meditation shifted slightly. Instead of beginning every meditation with a vision of the beach, I decided to fully go for it and mentally see the perfect place for me. Being a Southern California girl, I grew up with the beach and mountains, both a short distance from each other. Our cities have elevations, adding to their charm and panoramic views of the city below. Our beach communities are tree lined and plush with greenery. I know I know … you think we’re spoiled. I like to think we’re blessed in abundance.

Full disclosure, my vision of the perfect place was inspired by the million Hallmark movies I’ve watched through the years. Meditation took on a whole new meaning as I imagined a beautiful seaside place with tall, lush trees and country roads plucked from my favorite movies. When I focused on the exact spot where I saw myself meditate, I saw a forest like place, not as thick and dark as the forests I’ve been to in real life. This place had tall mature trees but not so many where you couldn’t see the sky. This place was at an elevation and at the bottom, there was a small body of water. The surroundings beyond the wooden area weren’t visible to me so I couldn’t tell you exactly where this place was except it was part of a larger picture, just as serene and picturesque. The beauty of this place brought me so much joy even though I only knew it from my vision.

A few months ago, we began house hunting in the suburbs of Boston. We looked everywhere. We ended up gravitating between two areas, a seaside town and a farming town inland of the city. Both had all the New England charm you can imagine.

As we contemplated between the two, we decided to narrow our search further and stick with the seaside town. The realtor described the town as “something out of a Hallmark movie” especially during Christmas time. To me, her words represented something much bigger than an easy reference, her words represented something magical. We knew this was our place and I knew something bigger than I could explain had just happened.

But wait, it gets better.

Brian looked at tons of houses online while he was there during the week and through pictures, we narrowed our search. Thankfully, we had a rockstar realtor who got us and understood exactly what we were looking for in a home and neighborhood.

The weekend Brian and the kids drove to Boston for an Open House, I was in California for a business trip. He sent me pictures, some looked promising and others, not so much. We put an offer on a house but we were outbid by another buyer.

On Sunday, Brian got the kids ready to drive back to New York.  Last minute, he decided to drive by a house we had seen online. With nothing to lose, he drove by, liked the neighborhood and immediately called the Realtor to allow him access to see the inside.

I quickly wrote a letter to the owners introducing our family to them and within a few hours, Brian and the kids were in the house getting a tour. With the Realtor’s help, we put an offer and hoped for the best. I waited anxiously in California for the news while Brian and kids drove back to New York.

By the next day, our offer was accepted and we started the process of purchase. The closing was set for July 12 and that was the day I saw the house for the first time. The house is beautiful with a picturesque garden and awesome neighborhood with tons of kids our kids’ ages. Everything we dreamed of and more.

Even though we weren’t ready to move in after closing, we decided to stay the weekend in the house. The kids and I slept on a blow up mattress and Brian slept in a sleeping bag next to us. We made an adventure of it. I woke up super early on Saturday morning to meditate. Sunrise was barely under way and I wanted to see it from the backyard. It must have rained during the night because the patio steps were wet but I didn’t care and sat down anyway. Wet butt and all, I began meditating. I heard a voice, not my own, telling me to get up and take a walk in the backyard. So I got up and began walking around the backyard, taking it all in. From flowers to birdhouses, the previous owner cherished the garden. Every plant, every tree, every garden statue was carefully chosen and loved. I’m a passionate gardener as well so the synergy isn’t wasted on me. I ended up at the edge of our property, deep in the backyard where it was just trees, no lawn. There was a steep cliff with tons of broken branches and at the bottom of the cliff was a small body of water. This exact spot is the one from my meditation.

The happy place I envisioned in my mind was our new home.

I’m getting teary-eyed writing this as I’m remembering how I felt when I realized the magnitude of what happened. I cried tears of joy and gratitude. I must have said Thank you God a thousand times that day and a million times by now.

Without HIS blessing, none of this would have happened.

God’s hand is all over this new beginning for us and the transition began a year and half before anything began to shift and make this possible. My manifestation of the house and town aligned with what’s best for our family and therefore, the Universe worked its magic for things to fall into place.

Our manifestation comes to fruition when it serves our highest vibration. When our prayer isn’t answered, it’s because something better and bigger is coming and I truly believe that.

Being able to manifest a dream doesn’t make me special or different than you. If you met me in person, you’d find I share the same concerns, frustrations, limited time and desire to always strive to be the best version of myself. The only difference between you and I in this moment in time is that I’ve committed to a daily practice of meditation. I’ve committed to recognizing negative thoughts and stopping them before I let them build momentum. I’ve committed to waking up early every day so I have quiet time to align internally before dealing with life’s crazy.

Do I fall short sometimes with one or more things? Absolutely. But I don’t allow myself to stay in the space.

Knowing the full power of thoughts, I’m very cautious of my thoughts. This is partly because I don’t want a shit storm coming my way because of my own doing. But mostly, I’m motivated by the ability to create the life of my dreams.

If you’re starting a meditation practice, be patient with yourself. It takes time to learn how to quiet the mind and even longer to tap into our higher selves. The intention for your meditation should be to live a life of purpose. Don’t worry so much about manifesting. Strive for inner peace and guidance. The rest follows.

My intention for sharing this experience with you is to show you that we all have the ability to do anything. God created us limitless. God created us with love and abundance. Have faith in his vision for you and be open to how it unfolds. Answered prayers don’t always show up in the way we imagined, but they are always answered.

I hope my story served you in some capacity.

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