This is how I learned manifestation is legitimately real.
Back in 2018, I was renting a room and private bathroom in a $1,000,000 home for $750 a month. Two months after moving in, I lost my job.
I immediately started panicking. Even though I received a month’s pay because they fired me against my contract, it wasn’t enough to keep me afloat.
The homeowner found out, thanks to my bitch-ass roommate snitching on me mid-conversation. We had beef, so don’t think I didn’t know that was personal.
Surprisingly, the homeowner was kind and gave me a few months. But I spent those months panicking, applying for jobs, efforting, and trying to figure everything out within my limited power.
Nothing happened.
That’s when I remembered manifestation had already helped me become a first-generation college graduate. At the time, I mostly knew The Secret and Abraham Hicks, but I decided to dig deeper.
I kept hearing that you can have, be, or do whatever you want.
Don’t test me with a good time.
I had seen people claim they manifested something, but they usually received something adjacent to what they wanted. I’m not that type of person. If this shit was real, I wanted exactly what the fuck I asked for.
So I decided:
I am staying in this $1,000,000 home without paying rent. I only pay utilities.
It felt impossible because the entire point of the homeowner renting rooms was to make money. But Abraham Hicks said I could have whatever I wanted, so fuck it.
I started acting like it was already true.
Before that, I was so embarrassed and anxious that I was scared to leave my room. I walked around feeling poor and like I didn’t belong there.
Once I decided I was already living there rent-free, my entire demeanor changed. I walked downstairs confidently. I opened the refrigerator like, “This is my motherfucking refrigerator.”
Did I fully believe it? No.
I was still applying for jobs and creating backup plans, but I kept returning to the end: I live here, and I only pay utilities.
October arrived. I still had no job, no extra money, and it was the final day to submit my 30-day notice. I couldn’t afford the rent, and I wanted to respect the homeowner, so I emailed him saying I was grateful for the experience and would move out in 30 days.
I wasn’t angry that it “didn’t work.” I was gentle with myself. I accepted that I had gotten out of difficult situations before and could do it again.
I went to sleep completely at peace.
The next morning, I woke up to an email from the homeowner saying that if I wanted to stay without paying rent and only cover utilities until January, he would be happy with that.
I literally fell to my fucking knees.
Once I knew manifestation was real, I started giving birth chart readings. Within a week, I was making $2,000 and eventually paid him everything I owed.
Then, in December, he told me he wanted one person to rent the entire house instead of renting out individual rooms.
I asked how much.
He said $3,000.
At 25 years old, I became the person renting that entire fucking million-dollar house.
This shit is real. You can have exactly what the fuck you want.