It was early in 2012. My (now ex) husband and I had run out of money, we had no food and we were living in a Motel 6 suite in Cedar Park, Texas, with our two dogs.
How did we get here?
In June 2011 we staged the Festival of Enlightenment in Estes Park, Colorado. I had poured all my financial assets into it (it was my divine mission, so failure was not an option) and, while the festival was a great success in being a transformational experience for the attendees, for us it was a financial disaster. We came out of it completely broke, and, although we managed to keep going for a while with a lump sum from my UK pension fund, when the money ran out and our efforts to build our business weren’t working we were in deep financial trouble.
We were so broke we had to take out a title loan on our car and when we weren’t able to pay it back, we had to sell the car. So, we were without transport too. How could it get any worse?
My deepest fear had always been to run out of money. Let’s face it, to run out of money means you are pretty well screwed.
The small monthly payments I received from three UK pensions were just about keeping us afloat. They were paid into a UK bank account and I would then transfer the money to my US bank account. It all ran smoothly until one month the largest of the three payments didn’t arrive.
I contacted the pension fund to find out why, but they had no explanation. This continued for two weeks when it was discovered that the account number of my UK bank account had somehow got scrambled. Once that was corrected the money was deposited into my account.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thank goodness the problem was solved.
…Or was it?
I transferred the money to my US bank account, or thought I had.
I tried to access my bank account online, and I couldn’t login. It was saying my account didn’t exist. Wait, what???
You can imagine my frustration. After resolving the UK problem I then have a major problem at the US end. Sheesh.
I confess I spent a good hour or so ranting at the Universe/God/Spirit, asking why this was happening. Why was this money being kept from me?
Bear in mind that I had been studying and practicing the Law of Attraction and manifestation for about 7 years and I knew that if you focus on the thing you fear, that is what you will manifest.
So, I pulled myself together and started to focus on manifesting the outcome – access to this money so we could buy food for ourselves and our dogs.
I called the bank and it turned out that the account had been closed because of a small overdraft that hadn’t been cleared within the required time frame. So, after struggling for two weeks to sort out the problem at the UK end, the payment had now disappeared into the US banking system!!!
The lady at the bank said not to worry. They could locate the money, pay off the small overdraft, and open a new account for the money to be deposited into. All I had to do was to go to the bank and sign the paperwork.
The bank was about three miles away, and as we had no car we had to walk.
Setting my intention
I set off with a very clear intention that I was going to manifest money on our walk. I said nothing to my husband and kept looking at the ground as we were walking, determined to find some money.
Close to the bank was an HEB grocery store and the bank was opposite the store’s parking lot and the vacant lot next to it. I walked past the parking lot and looked down to see a $1 bill on the ground of the vacant lot. I stopped to pick it up and said to myself “Wow, a dollar bill”, thinking I’d never found a bill before, just cents and maybe dimes. I immediately gave thanks to God/Spirit/Universe and then I set the intention that I would find $50 and repeated it to myself three times.
We crossed over to the bank, I saw the lady I had spoken to on the phone, signed the paperwork, and then she said that it would take three days for the money to land in my account. Hmmm. No money for three days. Okaaay.
I collected my thoughts and said to myself, everything is going to be OK, everything will work out perfectly. My faith was strong.
We started walking back to the motel and I was, again, looking at the ground, looking for money.
We came to an intersection that had a Wells Fargo bank on the corner and crossed to the other side. I looked down at the ground and I couldn’t believe what I saw. There was a crumpled $50 note lying there. I picked it up absolutely astounded that it was the exact amount I had intended to manifest.
Boy, was I grateful, and I again gave thanks to God/Spirit/the Universe. We were saved. Just as I thought at the bank, everything WAS OK, it worked out perfectly.
The place where I found the money was right in front of the Natural Grocers store where we did our shopping. Perfect! We bought enough groceries for us and food for our dogs to last three days and we still had money left over. Woohoo!
That was the turning point for me.
I had faced my deepest fear and learned three huge lessons.
- I can manifest whatever I want as long as I focus on the outcome, not the problem, I have a clear intention, and I have the faith and determination that it will happen.
- There is a gift in every situation, even the ones that seem disastrous.
- God/Spirit has my back and is always looking after me.
Because of those lessons, I now know that money will always show up when I need it, so I no longer fear being without it, and because of that belief it always does.
Magick!
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