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.
- It had to be free.
- 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.
“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.
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