Manifesting Freedom

Tag: So it shall be

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    The Universe Has Jokes… and a Heart of Gold
    So it’s Wednesday. I’m officially over the bus life. Not in a dramatic, throw-my-coffee kind of way—more like a slow, soul-sighing shuffle to the daycare, wondering if my legs are still attached. These 4 a.m. wake-ups? Brutal. The 7 p.m. homecomings? Olympic-level chaos.

    I’m dragging. Emma’s already dropped off. I’m ticking off the minutes until the next bus arrives, knowing we’re cutting it close. I’m mentally calculating the sprint I’ll need to make it.

    Then the daycare door opens—and I’m immediately wrapped in a hug.
    Not by my kiddo.
    By the daycare owner.

    She’s slightly older than me, radiating warmth and wisdom. Her hug feels like it’s been earned through years of struggle and grace.

    “You taking the bus?! See?” she says, eyes wide.

    I nod. “Yup.”

    “In da cold mornings too?” Her face contorts like I’ve just confessed to swimming in lava.

    Another nod.

    “No no no no!” She steps back, finger wagging like a mama bear with a mission. “This is bad! See?!”

    I shrug. “It is what it is.”

    She rubs my shoulders like she’s trying to warm my soul. “You come in the morning—I open early for you! No wait outside! Brrrr!”

    I laugh, genuinely touched. “That would be amazing. It’d help me catch the earlier bus.”

    Before I can even finish thanking her, she’s already on to phase two of her rescue plan.

    “I bring Emma home every night. 5:30. I bring her. You house close to me.”

    I blink. Tears well. “Wow. Thank you. Truly.”

    She hugs me again. “Moms stick together! We love Emma. You deserve it, momma. We help!”

    And just like that, the universe—through this fierce, loving woman—rewrote my week.

    Now?
    One bus ride in the evenings.
    Thirty minutes of me-time before Emma gets home.
    A little slice of peace carved out of chaos.

    It’s not just logistics. It’s love. It’s community. It’s divine orchestration with a side of finger-wagging and shoulder rubs.

    So here’s to the helpers. The huggers. The ones who see your struggle and say, “No no no no!” and then do something about it.

    Because sometimes, the universe doesn’t just show up—it shows up wearing a daycare apron and calling you “momma.”

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Monday Magic, Bus Stop Edition 🚌✨
    I woke up at 4 a.m. with a deadline breathing down my neck and a toddler snuggled beside me like a tiny, chaotic alarm clock. It’s day one of our new adventure: busing to daycare and work.

    Why? Because last week, on day three of a fever that had me hallucinating soup recipes, my van was repossessed. Transmission failing, finances flailing, and me—just trying to keep the wheels turning (even if they’re now public transit wheels).

    But here’s the twist: I scheduled the repo. Yep. Sick in bed, sipping tea, and coordinating the pickup like a boss. Because when life throws lemons, I apparently throw logistics.

    So here we are. On the bus. In the rain. Smiling.
    Emma’s giggling. I’m laughing at the irony—like how I chose her preschool because it was “on the way to work.”
    By car.
    Turns out, it’s a bit of a trek when you’re a busing duo. But hey, we’re learning. We’re adapting. We’re kind of crushing it.

    Twenty minutes later, I’m back on the bus—solo. Music in my ears. Rain on the windows. And suddenly, I feel it:
    Freedom.

    Two hours of transit. One hour just for me.
    No emails. No meetings. No toddler negotiations over snack choices.
    Just me, my thoughts, and a playlist that understands my soul.

    It’s simple.
    It’s gritty.
    It’s oddly profound.

    Because sometimes the universe doesn’t give you a detour—it gives you a new route entirely. And if you’re lucky (or just stubbornly optimistic), that route comes with unexpected peace, a few laughs, and a reminder that you’re still in motion.

    So here’s to the bus rides, the rain, and the magic of showing up anyway.
    When was the last time you turned a misstep into a moment of magic?

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Sick. Sweaty. Slightly possessed by ambition.
    That was me last week—fever spiking to 104, coughing like I’d swallowed a foghorn, pale enough to haunt a lighthouse. I looked like I’d been run over by a reindeer and dragged through a holiday special.

    And then—bam—my phone rings.

    It’s a nonprofit. Dream job. Director of Marketing. A connection I made weeks ago had passed along my resume and a rave review. They wanted to interview me before the role even posted publicly.

    Did I mention I was dying?
    Did I care?
    Absolutely not.

    I didn’t breathe a word about being sick. I just asked (meekly, heroically) if we could do Zoom instead of in-person. They agreed.

    The next day, I dragged myself out of bed like a feverish warrior. Showered. Prepped. Looked like a ghost with a LinkedIn profile. But I was ready.

    I logged in. They noticed I looked… unwell. I assured them I was prepared. And I was.
    Minutes in, I had them leaning in. Captivated. Respect earned. Expectations exceeded.

    Turns out there are four roles I’d be a great fit for. My mind? Reeling. My body? Melting. My soul? Thriving.

    I passed out on the couch post-interview. Emma still asleep. My phone buzzes.
    “Please respond to the email.”
    They’d sent it moments after the interview ended.
    They wanted a second interview to discuss which role I wanted.

    Plot twist: The universe was just getting started.

    Monday: Bonus from my current job.
    Tuesday: Deep appreciation from my team.
    Wednesday: Promotion and raise.
    Thursday: Second interview goes off without a hitch.

    We talk salary. I have no idea what their range is—it’s not even posted yet. So I name my number. The VP says they’ll draft a proposal for the CEO.

    Now we wait.
    And honestly? I’m excited.

    Because when you show up—feverish, exhausted, but driven—the universe shows up too.
    And sometimes, it brings a bonus, a raise, and a dream job all in one week.

    So tell me—when was the last time you were this driven?
    Because magic doesn’t always come with glitter. Sometimes it shows up in sweatpants, coughing, and refusing to miss your shot.

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Plot twist: Wednesday came with a plot upgrade.
    I walked into work expecting emails and coffee. Instead? I walked out with a promotion and a raise.

    Cue the internal confetti cannon. 🎉

    After months of showing up, stretching beyond my comfort zone, and quietly crushing it—I got the tap on the shoulder. “We see you,” they said. And wow, does it feel good to be seen.

    Proud. Grateful. Slightly stunned.
    Cheers to the kind of recognition that sneaks up on you… and the kind of growth you can’t ignore.

    Here’s to unexpected plot twists and well-earned glow-ups.

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    🎃 The Halloween Curse Strikes Again
    If you know my family, you know Halloween isn’t just costumes and candy—it’s a cursed calendar square. This year, true to tradition, the curse came for me and Emma. High fevers. Six days. One very foggy memory of trying to reheat soup and realizing I’d forgotten to turn on the burner after half an hour of waiting. Sleep became sacred. Sanity? Optional.

    Enter: my brother. The unsung hero in sweatpants. He DoorDashed medicine, groceries, comfort food, and the kind of care that doesn’t come with a receipt. He checked in daily, made sure we felt human, and reminded me—through texts and tacos—that I wasn’t alone. Honestly, he’s the best human I know. And I get to call him my little brother.

    💸 Meanwhile, in the Land of Adulting…
    While my body was fighting off whatever Halloween hex had hit us, my brain was spiraling into financial dread. I haven’t been at my job long, and my benefits don’t kick in until next month. I was quietly panicking—wondering if a week off would cost me my job, my paycheck, or both. I was sick, scared, and silently stress-spiraling while watching Bluey with Emma.

    🧠 Monday: Return of the Fever Queen
    I walked into work bracing for awkward glances and maybe a pink slip. Instead? I was met with hugs, “We missed you!”s, and genuine concern. My desk had never looked so welcoming. At lunch, my coworker (and low-key guardian angel) pulled me aside. He was running payroll and looked worried. “A week’s lost wages can be brutal,” he said gently. I nodded, trying to keep it light: “I’m living on a prayer, baby.”

    ⏳ One Hour Later: Plot Twist
    He called me into a meeting. I assumed it was about paperwork. Instead, he said he’d spoken with our boss. They’d decided I deserved a bonus—for consistently going above and beyond, for showing up with heart, and for being the kind of person they didn’t want to lose. The bonus? Just shy of a full week’s wages. I blinked. My lips wobbled. All I could whisper was “thank you.”

    💖 Tuesday: The Love Parade
    By the next day, nearly everyone I work with had stopped by to say they were glad I was back. That they’d missed me. That they’d worried. It wasn’t just professional—it was personal. And it reminded me that sometimes, even in the middle of a fever dream and financial fear, you’re held. Quietly. Fiercely. By people who see you.

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Last week, I made one of the hardest decisions a pet parent can face: I chose to rehome our beloved dog.

    It wasn’t because of love lost—far from it. But lately, my schedule has been relentless, and he’s spent more time in the kennel than curled up beside me. When I came home and heard his soft whimpering—gentle, aching, like a question that hung in the air—I knew something had to change. That sound stayed with me. It echoed through the quiet of the house and through my heart.

    I tried everything. I posted adoption listings on multiple sites, hoping to find someone who’d love him as much as we do. But strangely, every post was flagged and removed. It felt like the universe was blocking me, or maybe nudging me toward something else.

    Then I mentioned it to my brother—just a passing comment about the flagged posts and the weight of the decision. The next day, he called me back with unexpected news: our sister had just decided she was ready for a dog. She’d met a few, but none felt right. And when she heard about our pup, she said, “That’s the one.”

    It was a moment of serendipity. Her household is perfect for him—opposite work shifts mean someone’s always home, and they have a spacious yard for him to roam and explore. Most importantly, she’s the kind of person who keeps her pets for life. No uncertainty. No second-guessing. Just love and commitment.

    When she came to pick him up, she laughed and said, “It’s wild—I literally made up my mind last week to get a dog. I met a few, but didn’t feel a connection. I called our brother to vent, and he was like, ‘I know who has the right dog for you.’”

    Four days later, our old friend had a new name, a cozy new bed, a vet appointment to establish care, and a Santa pup photoshoot on the calendar. He’s not just rehomed—he’s home.

    And while my heart still aches a little, it’s hard to feel sad about a match like that. It feels like the universe conspired to give him the life he deserves. And I got to be part of that story.

  • Story Time: The Cup of Coffee That Changed Everything

    Story Time: The Cup of Coffee That Changed Everything

    There I was — fresh off manifesting something huge.
    And I mean life-altering, pack-up-your-entire-existence huge.

    I had just moved to Joseph, Oregon.
    Across the entire state.
    New town. New life. New chapter.

    (Don’t worry, I’ll spill the full story on that move another time — it’s just that good! But for now, just know this: it was my first real, conscious manifestation. And it worked!!)

    So there I was, sitting in my freshly unpacked house, fire roaring in the woodstove, snow falling outside like a scene from a Hallmark movie. I had a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, and a thought hit me:

    “I’m going to manifest… a cup of coffee.”

    Easy, right?

    But not just any coffee. Oh no. I had rules.

    1. It had to be free.
    2. Someone had to hand it to me — with affection.

    It couldn’t be that someone brewed a pot and I poured my own. No. I wanted it to be for me. Special. Intentional.

    ☕ The Coffee Quest Begins

    It was October. I was brand new to the community. I knew exactly zero people. (Well kind of… more on that in a feature blog.)

    My routine became a little ritual:

    • Morning: Journal about receiving the coffee and how it made me feel — while sipping my regular morning joe for extra manifestation punch.
    • Daytime: Whenever the thought popped into my head, I’d give thanks for this free, lovingly-offered cup of coffee that was already mine in the unseen.
    • Evening: After meditation, I’d spend five minutes visualizing the moment — the warmth of the cup, the smell, the taste, the feeling of being cared for.

    No vision board. No Pinterest-worthy altar. Just good old-fashioned creative visualization.

    📉 The Dip

    Weeks passed. Then months.

    By December, my enthusiasm was… let’s just say “lukewarm.”

    I had five people living in my household at the time. Over three months, not one of them handed me a cup of coffee. Not once. Despite the fact that they all made coffee daily.

    I started to feel unimportant. Invisible. Like maybe the universe had better things to do than deliver my latte-level dreams.

    🎄 The Let-Go

    Around Christmas, as I decorated the tree, I decided to release it. Maybe I wanted it too badly. Maybe I was gripping the desire so tightly that the universe couldn’t slip it into my hands.

    So I stopped thinking about it. No journaling. No visualizing. Just… let it be.

    🌧 The Twist

    Mid-January, cabin fever hit hard. We decided to head into town.

    It was raining — a welcome break from the endless snow. As we passed the local Mexican restaurant, the smell of fresh tortillas pulled us inside.

    And there she was.

    A woman I’d met once before, while vacationing in Wallowa County — the very trip that had sparked my move here.

    Her name was Audra. (If you’re reading this, I love you girl.)

    Her smile was like sunshine after a long winter. I didn’t realize how isolated I’d felt until that moment. We talked for ages, catching up, making plans.

    Her husband cooked us a meal that tasted like love. Before we left, we set a date to meet at the park the following week so our kids could play.

    ☕ The Coffee Arrives

    The next week, I walked into the park with my little one — and there she was.

    Audra. Sitting on a bench.
    Holding two cups of coffee.

    One for her.
    One for me.

    Handed to me. With affection.

    I nearly laughed out loud. (Okay, so I might have shed a couple of tears.)

    💡 The Real Manifestation

    That cup of coffee wasn’t just coffee. It was connection. It was friendship. It was the universe saying, “I heard you. I was just waiting for the perfect delivery.”

    Audra would go on to play many more roles in my journey — she already had, even before we knew it.

    And here’s the kicker: almost ten years later, I still receive free cups of coffee handed to me with affection. ALL THE TIME!

    Every single one gets a silent nod of thanks to the universe.

    Because now, I 100% believe:

    I will and do receive free cups of coffee — always.

    📝 Takeaway for You

    If you’re manifesting something — big or small — remember:

    • Set your intention clearly.
    • Feel it as if it’s already yours.
    • Release the grip. Let the universe surprise you with the how.

    Sometimes, the thing you’re asking for is just the wrapping paper. The real gift is what’s inside.

  • How NOT to Manifest Your Dreams

    How NOT to Manifest Your Dreams

    🚫✨ How NOT to Manifest Your Dreams ✨🚫

    Let’s talk about why manifestation doesn’t work—because yes, it fails. Often. And it’s not because the universe is ignoring you. It’s because you’re sabotaging your own signal.

    Here’s your How NOT to Manifest guide:

    ❌ 1. You don’t actually believe it’s possible.

    You say you want the dream job, the soulmate, the six-figure business—but deep down, you’re whispering “I’m not good enough.”

    According to Instinct Engine, limiting beliefs like “I don’t deserve success” or “money is hard to come by” are top blockers. If your subconscious is screaming “no,” your vision board doesn’t stand a chance.

    ❌ 2. You’re obsessed with the outcome.

    You’re checking your email 12 times a day, begging the universe for a sign. That’s not manifestation—that’s desperation.

    Neville Goddard said:

    “You must be willing to give up the thing you want in order to get it.”

    Translation: Detachment is power.

    ❌ 3. You’re manifesting from lack, not abundance.

    Thinking “I need this or I’ll never be happy” is like trying to build a house on quicksand.

    The Law of Attraction responds to your state, not your wish list. Focus on what’s working, not what’s missing.

    ❌ 4. You’re not taking inspired action.

    Manifestation isn’t passive. Bob Proctor nailed it:

    “Faith and action are the bridge between your dream and reality.”

    If you’re waiting for a miracle without moving your feet, you’re not manifesting—you’re daydreaming.

    ❌ 5. You’re vague AF.

    “I want more money” isn’t a manifestation. It’s a shrug.

    Use the SMART method: Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant, Time-bound. The universe loves clarity.

    💡 Bottom line:

    Manifestation isn’t magic—it’s mindset, belief, and behavior.

    If you’re not seeing results, don’t ditch the practice—ditch the self-doubt.

    Drop a 🔥 if you’ve ever sabotaged your own manifestation.

    Tag someone who needs this truth bomb.

    Let’s manifest smarter—not harder.

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  • Testimonial Time: Julie’s Manifestation Win

    Testimonial Time: Julie’s Manifestation Win

    Testimonial Time: Julie’s Manifestation Win

    So I decided to test this whole “manifestation” thing with something small. Nothing wild—just a free coffee. Because caffeine is basically emotional support in liquid form.

    I wrote it down: “I receive a free coffee today.”

    I visualized it. I felt it. I even gave myself a pep talk like my inner life coach was on a motivational bender.

    And guess what?

    My coworker showed up with an extra latte because “they messed up the order.”

    I didn’t even flinch. I just smiled like the universe was my barista.

    ☕✨ “Thoughts become things. If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.” Right! Thanks Bob Proctor 😊 Apparently, even if it’s a cup of overpriced espresso.

    Now I’m manifesting bigger things—like peace, purpose, and a parking spot downtown.

    Start small. Stay consistent. Laugh often. The universe loves a good joke.

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    Hello World!

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    Whether you’re seeking abundance, love, success, or inner peace, our tools, insights, and community will support you in aligning your energy, shifting your mindset, and stepping fully into your personal power. You are the creator of your reality, and everything you need to thrive is already within you.

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