Here’s a story of how to manifest a house.
We had moved into an awesome home on a hill overlooking Los Angeles, its harbor and into Orange County. The price was a bit high but the view and house was a treat to live in.
Often times, as I traveled along the roads of San Pedro, I would see one house or another with these HUGE vegetable gardens. I had never had a large food garden like these and I was always impressed. The general population of Pedro is from the old country, so having a chicken or broccoli growing in your front yard is quite natural.
One garden was especially impressive. I would drive by, seeing this man working on the arbors, tending the grapes, digging in the dirt and generally making a terraced Eden right there above Gaffey. On the property there was also a small ‘grandmother house” or green house. I could not tell, but I often fantasized about having a studio in there with all the space and light and the magnificent view overlooking the ocean and port. what a wonderful home to have what with the view, the terraced garden full of fruit trees and vegetables and a splendid studio to boot! Of course, I would be covetous and complaining if I were to dwell on it regularly, because our home we rented from Hiroko was really quite special. This did not prevent me from exercising my imagination occasionally as I would walk past.
Flash forward:
We had been at Hirokos for over 18 months, Justin had just lost his job, my friend Gene had suddenly died, many other difficult events sideswiped us and in a fit of insanity, we decided to go to Burning Man to sort things out and see what the future fates had in store for us. We took Genes ashes to the Burn and we felt that when we got home we could leave the sadness of him passing and the uncertainty of unstable employment behind. We felt renewed and ready to face what may come.
And then we got the voice mail from our landlord, Hiroko as we drove towards Los Angeles. We had 6 weeks to move out .
She wanted to move back into her house and we needed to find a new home.
The stresses escalated to frenzy at that point. Not only had we lost our major form of income with Justin's job loss, I had also just signed a lease on my very first studio and to my horror found out the job waiting for me when I got home was gone!
Poof!
Vanished!
Given away in one week!
The demoralization was profound. How were we to find a home with no jobs, no income, no visible means of support???
Things were bleak.
So to recap:
Justin looses his job <>
I am still suffering from the illness I got from working in the garage and I can't seem to breathe.
Gene is dead.
People are slacking on paying me for work completed.
Coffee Haven looses a pivotal Co-Ord and I am the last original coordinator standing.
I loose 3 students
The Disney job tanks and...
We're essentially homeless and can't seem to find a single place that will accept our cats and bird. Everything is overpriced, in a stinky part of town or downright awful and overpriced.
Much despair was happening as time ticked by and the deadline to get moved raced towards us. We Packed with the anticipation of not knowing where we would land.
The good news began to come in. The head hunter Justin was working with called to make an offer that he and I still couldn’t believe. Then that afternoon,<> the place we had submitted an application to accepted our offer. Not only was it a home to live in but it is perfect for all the quirks we have in our life with animals and our space needs! It was easily 200 sq ft larger than the Hirokos,$200 less per month, and best of all....it was the Eden above Gaffey I had imagined living in for so long!!!
Below is the garden with the ocean view....
I was amazed...when the thought struck me that this was “the House” I had imagined living in for nearly 2 years, I was absolutely gob smacked! It is said manifestation works...I had suspected it did. Though I did not see where all the difficult times were leading, I have proof positive visualization works and now I really want to see how it will fill my life again.
Now I have my garden with a very special teacher in our landlord to help me learn how to make my own Eden.
Thank you Mario!
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