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Right after Sharena showed me how to manifest, I helped my Mom find her dream apartment. I was not yet ready to allow myself such luxury – but could easily do it out of love for my Mother. Love (including self-love) fuels the desire with the pleasure of anticipating your loved one happy. I’ll share that story later. On the heels of that success, I was able to do it for myself when the need arose a couple of years later. I found myself living underneath a couple who fought, loudly, nightly at 3 am — when the husband returned home from his night shift.
So I prayed for them to find harmony and sweetness. Requested that whatever challenges they were struggling with resolve quickly and easily so I could go back to peaceful enjoyment of my little home. Tried to talk to them – tried talking to my landlord. Was advised to call the police. Even resorted to that once, heard ugly results of that approach. Heartbreaking. Ultimately, this path of manifestation was blocked to me. No change was occurring. And my lease had yet to expire…
Finally it dawned on me that I was asking for the wrong thing! Rather than focusing on my own needs, I was trying to affect an outcome for them. While I still yearned for the universe to bring them peace, I figured out that their peacefulness / or conflict, was ultimately none of my business. That’s between them and their relationship with their own higher power.
However, their conflict was having a direct effect how safe and comfortable I felt in my own apartment home. After about 3 months, when my lease expired, I elected to give 30-days notice of my intent to vacate.
Then I started looking around. And found nothing. Three days before my move-out date, I still had found nothing. My apartment had already been leased out, I couldn’t stay and had no-where to go. I had helped my Mom manifest a wonderful place, and hoped to duplicate her success with my own home. I prayed earnestly for an ocean-view top floor 2 bd / 2 bth apartment with vaulted ceilings that I could afford. Walking distance to stores and restaurants, so I could run out for a Pepsi quickly and easily, without getting in my car. It needed to allow for a roommate to come in and out without me knowing about it, so separate doors. Separate bathrooms, also essential. It had to be very sunny, since I tend to get a wee bit broody otherwise. And I too wanted a sunset view from a balcony – loved my Mom’s. I was looking for a home I could enjoy for the indefinite future. I desired rent that remained stable year to year. One where I could even adjust the rent as my income fluctuated, by adding a roommate – and have it be comfortable for each of us. I was willing to sign a multiyear lease – I could offer loyalty and stability. I was keeping the faith. And, simultaneously, running out of time. But I trusted that such a thing was out there for me. It just had yet to show up. And it was getting urgent. The apartment manager had already leased out my place, there was no possibility of extension. However, the complex offered me the chance to move within the community. Not a desirable outcome for me. I wanted to move once and land well, so I didn’t need to move again for years and years. I continued to have faith that the right place would emerge.
It was Wednesday, I was due to move on Saturday. Fortunately, new apartment ads showed up Wednesday night in the San Diego Reader’s newly designed website. It was 1995, having a web site at all was still rather novel, which meant I knew about it (my profession), but not too many others did. The paper copy of the Reader hit stands on Thursday morning. There was an ad showing an apartment at noon on Thursday near the ocean. I knew the area, it was two blocks from the yoga studio I attended — perfectly convenient neighborhood. It was about ½ mile from my Mom’s place. I arrived at 11:45 am. And got chills as I walked around the patio and looked in the windows of the empty apartment. It was *perfect*! Everything I asked for, and more. It was the most beautiful apartment I had ever seen (still is – 22 years later). And from the patio, I could see the Pacific Ocean over the stores that lined Pearl St. Since Pearl Street is on a hill (Mt. Soledad) that slopes sharply downward to the ocean, the patio view was largely unobstructed except by a couple of palm trees and buildings to the North and South. Clear right to the ocean where it counted, though. It was better than anything I could have imagined. But the listed price was just a bit out of my reach…
The real estate agent rushed in. I was the first one there. As we chatted, I filled out the application. We discovered that he was related to my favorite yoga teacher buddy, Kathy. We had actually crossed paths at the yoga studio. We had other friends in common. I mentioned my eagerness to write him a check for first, last and security deposit immediately. Told him my sad story about needing to move no later than Saturday. Asked if there was any wiggle room in the rent. As he scanned my application, he said “Well, that was easy! Guess I get lunch today after all. He even dropped the rental rate by $300, when I said I‘d sign a two-year lease. I’ve been here for 20+ years. Best manifestation ever!
I officially joke that: “Ring on the finger, tag on the toe or million dollars in the bank are the only things getting me out of this apartment.” I love it here. Every single day, I look around and am instantly filled with gratitude. EVERY SINGLE DAY. When you get it right, you get it right. Best blessing ever!