Manifesting Meatballs
Have you heard about the “new-age” concept of manifestation?
I’ve apparently lived most of my life under a rock, because it was all new to me. Someone recently recommended that I watch The Secret, and I was consumed with curiosity. I went out and purchased the book, too, because I wanted to know more.
Could this silliness really work? I confess that my willingness to believe in “crazy stuff” had increased in the past few years since the death of my son. That loss rocked my faith and opened me up to what I supposed you’d call a “spiritual awakening.”
So I’ve since gotten into some interesting stuff! But the concept of making “thoughts become things”…was…preposterous!
If that were possible, why isn’t everyone winning the lottery? Surely, I’m not the first guy with THAT idea. Where are all the lottery winners proclaiming the magic of manifesting?
I continued to read more, consuming books by Mike Dooley, Napoleon Hill, Gabriella Bernstein, Rhonda Byrne, Andrew Kap, Esther Hicks, and others. I’ve watched a ton of YouTube videos and listened to a lot of podcasts.
Still no lottery winnings. And it ain’t like I’m not trying.
Going back to when I was first getting started on this manifesting journey, and after I watched The Secret video for the first time, I was determined to try it out on some small thing — like they recommended in the video. The video manifesting superstars recommended a start with something simple like “manifesting” a cup of coffee. But I was hungry.
Well, back then I was spending a lot of time at a local hospital with my wife. Some of the visits were spent hanging out in the hospital cafeteria, which was no five-star restaurant.
I was doing a Keto-thing, and one of the few menu items they had that I could enjoy for lunch was meatballs! The problem was that they often ran out of meatballs about 2 pm, and I could not get to the hospital in time.
Solution: manifest me some damn meatballs!
So, on my drive over to the hospital, I just thought about meatballs and thought about meatballs. And then I thought about meatballs some more.
And when I got to the hospital and hustled to the cafeteria in eager anticipation, I found… no damn meatballs!
I was crushed, disappointed, and disheartened. But I was still hungry, so I ate some salad, shoulders hunched over in despair.
Fast-forward to several weeks later, after I had read many of the books listed above. Damn! I was doing it all wrong!
I thought that “manifesting” was like magic, where if you do it right, stuff will just appear. (Like I was expecting some sweating cafeteria worker to just appear with a tray of new meatballs as I was standing there staring through the glass.)
So, armed with this new knowledge, I decided to try something minor and “manifest” a parking spot! This hospital had a small convenient outdoor parking lot near the main door, but getting a spot was usually impossible.
Armed with some of the techniques from the books, I drove up to the hospital, and damn! There was one empty spot!
The next day, the same thing happened, and it was an even better spot!
The third day, I was pretty confident as I approached the hospital. But as I drove around the small lot, there were no spots.
Ah, well. I guess it can’t work every time, right? And, honestly, it seems like a waste of a pretty cool power.
But on this particular day, the sky was very dark and about to storm. Nearby was the parking garage. There were only three spots on the main level of that garage that were not reserved for handicapped parking, doctors, clergy, etc. I never paid any attention to them because they are always full.
You guessed it. As I was driving past them on my way to another level of the garage, one of those three cars began to pull out! Sixty seconds later or sooner, and I would not have gotten that spot. So, as I parked under cover, with a covered access to the nearby main door, it started to pour rain.
I laughed as I walked into the hospital!
Yes. I have used these techniques to manifest other things, but I’m waiting on some bigger manifestations. I’ve got the meatballs and parking spaces down. And I’ve even had a nurse offer me a cup of coffee when I was working on something simple “like a cup of coffee”!
I’ll post another article when these other bigger things pan out, and if you never hear from me again, it means I’ve manifested that lottery win!
If you have some good successful manifesting stories of your own, please share them in the comments or shoot me an email!
