Here are a few personal stories about manifesting physical outcomes through the Law of Attraction (LOA).
Three Pound Coins
I was living in a flat and was going through a spell of financial hardship. I realised I needed milk and some food from the corner shop and took the last £5 note that I had and set off.
I paid for the items and put the £3 coins of change in my pocket. On my return, I put away the food and reached into my pocket for the change. To my horror, there was no change and I felt a hole in the bottom of my pocket! I cannot begin to relate to you, the absolute disaster of this situation. I had no other money to my name!
I ran down the stairs and retraced my exact route back to the shop. Nothing was on the ground. I returned to the flat, empty-handed. Still feeling the urgency of loss, I decided I would simply have to go and look again – only much harder this time. I returned to the shop and went in. ‘I don’t suppose you’ve found three pound coins?’ I asked the shopkeeper. The response confirmed in the negative and I left the shop. I returned to the flat, once again empty-handed.
Still unable to accept the loss of my much-needed change, I decided to return again. It was now twilight. I thought of all the times people drop money, only to be picked up by someone else quicker than you can say ‘Jack Robinson!’ Back at the shop, I had one more look inside. Nothing. I decided that was it. The money was gone and there was nothing I could do but accept it!
I stepped out of the shop and turned left along the pavement to return home. Suddenly, in the dim light, I saw something shining – equidistant from each side of the walkway. I bent down. There, lying in the middle of the pavement was a pound coin. With relief, I pocketed it. ‘At least I’ve got one of them back.’ I thought. Two more paces forward along the path, another pound coin! Right in the middle of the pavement! ‘This is amazing!’ I thought. Two more paces and there was the third pound coin! All three coins had been returned to me, and to this day I do not know how that happened. It could have been an apport from another dimension, but what it certainly wasn’t was my inability to see the coins when looking for them previously.
There is of course another possible explanation – that in that final moment, I changed the events of my reality and decided that I would experience a different outcome.
The Tangible Sign
I arrived for work as usual and sat down at the computer, catching a quick glance through my window to the buildings and trees at the other side of the car park. After only a short time had passed, I became aware that a workman had arrived and was outside my window. A moment later, he began digging at the ground. My first thought was that he was looking for a drain or a cable. Suddenly a van arrived, parking just beyond the window towards the main entrance of the building. The rear doors were opened and lying inside was a very large direction sign complete with its own map of the campus. A second hole was being dug now by the other workman. It began to dawn on me that the sign was to be placed in front of my window!
I stood up and went to get my manager. He came through to my office and looked with similar disbelief to me, then left to phone the estates people.
Suddenly, Lisa came onto my instant messaging service. I typed to her what was occurring by way of running commentary.”I’ll try and concentrate and maybe we can get them to take it down.” She replied. I realised I couldn’t see the top of the sign through the window and mentioned this fact to Lisa.
After a few minutes, the sign was lifted from its holes and laid on its side. ‘They’ve taken it down’ I typed. There was a loud noise and suddenly I realised an angle grinder was causing sparks to fly, visible through my end window. ‘They’re cutting off 2 feet from the legs!’ I typed. Having accomplished this alteration, the workmen hoisted the sign up and dropped it back in place.
I reported events to Lisa, and added that I could now see the top of the sign without craning my neck against the glass. Suddenly the estates manager appeared with my manager outside the window and I swiftly moved to join them. The estates manager seemed to think it somewhat amusing and pointed out that the planning and location had been approved almost a year earlier. I continued to point out the stupidity of blocking a window when there was adequate wall space either side – but to no avail. I also argued that no one had thought to consult me regarding its chosen location! Within the hour, concrete had been poured and the waste soil placed in bags like flowers around a grave stone.
I took a number of photographs and wrote a letter of complaint to the Vice Chancellor. I moaned and griped about the sign for the rest of the day and eventually got home at 6 pm.
Lisa was in the kitchen. I continued my tirade and was still bemoaning the state of affairs and by now had decided the universe was obviously against me and added to lisa that it was particularly unjust as I’d even asked the universe to help by giving me some indication of what to do in my life!
Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks. ‘Oh!’ I exclaimed… ‘I’ve just realised what’s happened.’ I started to laugh. ‘I think it’s my fault. Yesterday morning when I was in the office alone, I mentioned out loud to the universe that what I needed was some evidence that there was more to life than the situation I was in.’ Lisa looked at me. ‘What exactly did you say when you asked?’ I thought for a moment, began to feel rather sheepish, and started laughing again. ‘Oh… I said ‘what I really need is a tangible sign.” We both burst into laughter again and couldn’t stop the tears rolling down our cheeks!
For the next hour we laughed and parodied the experience with comments like: ‘You can’t get more tangible than a big f**k-off sign blocking your view!’ and ‘Given the biggest bloody sign, and I still couldn’t see it!’
The next day, Lisa sent me a new photograph. ‘I’ve moved the sign for you!’ she said.
The move back to Yorkshire
I had moved back to Yorkshire after 12 years working away. Some close friends offered me their old house to rent. Previously for sale, but the last person interested having pulled out, it seemed a perfect solution to help me re-establish myself.
The odd thing for me, was that unlike previous situations, I couldn’t recall visualising that I would ever live in this house. In hindsight, I remember when I first saw the house, I possibly thought ‘how fortunate my friend is to be living here.’ Anyway, I liked the house and I particularly liked the conservatory and garden.
I had moved in around February, and it wasn’t long before the neighbour who had previously tried to buy the house, questioned me as to who I was. Although I explained I was a friend who was just renting, it was obviously a concern that the house may fall into other hands. Consequently, towards the end of May, and despite not being on the market, the neighbour phoned my friend and once again offered to buy the property.
Suddenly, things changed very quickly…
Another Tangible Sign
As there seemed nothing that I could do about this at the time, I realised that I would have to move out by the end of July. Lisa had come for a visit with my daughter and we were just talking in the lounge about this, that, and the other, when I mentioned the tangible sign incident in relation to something that was said. Although I only whispered the connection, Lisa was quick to remind me to be careful and we moved onto another subject.
The following afternoon, a friend came around to see us. After about an hour I was just seeing him out when I noticed a man hovering around a van. Suddenly, his head came up to the fence and he said: “Where do you want your sign?” At which point he raised an arm holding a long wooden spiked pole with a ‘Sold – subject to contract’ board.
My friend, aware of the story of the previous sign, laughed. When I returned to the lounge and told Lisa, although I was crestfallen about the house actually being sold, we had to laugh too!
‘Typical!’, I exclaimed. ‘Last time I had no say in where my sign was going to go! Now I’ve actually been asked where I want it putting!’
The house was sold subject to contract and I found myself faced with the situation that I had only 2 months in which to find another place to live.
Search for a new home
I started to feel quite despondent but nevertheless began Internet searches for property to let. The days and weeks went by and during this time I even explored the possibility of raising funds to purchase the house myself. In the end, I obtained appointments to view a few houses and duly viewed 5 of the best and drove past 2 others.
The first, a detached house in its own grounds with garage and gardens (that I had actually been to look at previously but it appeared to have been taken), appeared in the local paper once again. I immediately arranged to look at it, said that I would take it, and completed all the relevant forms at the Agent’s office. Unfortunately, the owner decided to let it to someone else – possibly because I provided a guarantor (I had just gone freelance and only had 6 months bookkeeping at the time). I was disappointed, but on the down side the house was a little more than I really wanted to pay and the location was slightly away from the area I ideally wanted to live in.
Next, I looked at two more houses, again not in my ideal areas, but possible if nothing else came along in time.
The first was completely renewed inside and had reasonable interior space. However, the garden was bleak, the location didn’t really have the outlook I wanted, and the cost was once again a little more than I wanted to pay. The second house was in my payment range, but location and poor interior condition ruled it out.
The next two properties were closer to the area I wanted to live in. However, one was too small and although it had spectacular views over hills, this was being reflected in an inflated rent. The second was larger but it was also up for sale and the landlord wanted to continue refurbishment work while the tenant was in occupation!
One thing that came out of my searches and visits to potential house, was a fine-tuning of my desires for what I really wanted versus what I didn’t want. A list was forming in my head:
- Location near to where I wanted to be to see friends
- Elevated position with a good view of the countryside
- Not too much of a built-up or crowded area
- More rural than urban, but with easy access to towns
- Rent no more than £400 per calendar month
- At least one spare room for my daughter to stay
- Somewhere safe to park the car
By now, I was two weeks away from having to move out. My mother encouraged me to book some storage space and arrangements were finalised to have my possessions collected and moved 20 miles away five days later. I had to accept the real prospect that I might be homeless at worst and living in a caravan somewhere at best!
Despite my attempts to work in tune with the universe, I really didn’t know what my action – if any – should be. By now, I was in a state of some depression and the thoughts pounding my head at the time are too many and too desperate to be shared here!
On the weekend preceding my storage collection, I looked in a local newspaper. There, listed with a mobile phone number, was a house in an area that I knew would be close to where I wanted to live. It was Sunday. An arrangement to view the next evening was made and I was informed that other people would be viewing too. In the meantime, I now had the address, and asked a friend to drive out with me to check the location. As soon as I saw the house, I knew it was where I wanted to live. However, the prospect of gaining tenancy over someone else, based on my last experience, was uncertain!
When I entered the house, I again realised immediately it was where I wanted to be. It had the space I required, the location was right (only 7 minutes drive from the house I was leaving), it had a wonderful view across fields, and the rent was slightly less than I had been paying previously! My discussion with the owner seemed to go okay and I was told I’d be contacted ‘in a couple of days’. I showed some items proving who I was and left the phone number of my referee to help move things forward in the event that I be selected.
Over the next 24 hours or so, I went through a mixture of feelings – ranging from hopelessness to enthusiasm and back to hopelessness again. However, the very next day, I was surprised to receive a call offering me the property. I accepted immediately and when asked, said I’d really like to move in the following day.
Arrangements were made and when the removal men came to take my things away, I diverted them straight to the new house! Although I lost my deposit on the storage, I gained the exact property I required. It was a bit ‘eleventh hour’ – the universe doesn’t half cut things fine! – but it was a perfect resolution.
As I stood in my new home, I reflected on my original list (shown above). What was incredible, was how my new reality surpassed my original expectations:
- Ideally located for seeing existing friends
- Elevated position with a clear view across the countryside
- A second view at the other side of the house onto a pond and parkland
- Detached from other properties with no infringement on external space from other houses
- A rural location at the quieter end of the village
- Rent £385 pcm (Under my maximum)
- An extra bedroom for my daughter, plus an extra dining room – more than I requested
- Private and secure off-road parking next to the building
- Access to garden areas, maintained by the neighbour’s gardener
When I relate this story, I often liken it to baking a cake, walking away… and when you come back, someone has iced it and put candles on the top!
Just when I thought the story was complete, a few weeks went by and a friend came to see where I’d moved to. During our conversation, I mentioned that the name of the people I was renting off seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place the surname. My friend laughed, as he reminded me I’d been renting off the same people some years previously. As it turned out, I had rented two properties off them (albeit via an agent) totalling 6 years during the period between 1987 and 1991. And now the universe had placed me next door to my original landlord – in fact, sharing the same drive and yard area.
One of the things I came to realise with LOA, is that you can tell when it is working for you, because you always get more than you asked for. This is a valuable point to both mention and remember, because if you are at any time experiencing more hassle and difficulty than you could have imagined, then LOA is very much working with the energy that you are putting into the situations being experienced.