Story 21: Imagine the Car Is Already Yours

As well as selling our home, we also needed to sell our vehicle prior to our adventure travelling around Australia.

Yet, I gave the entire situation only the briefest of thoughts. At the time, I was just far too busy downsizing all of our worldly belongings to fit into a caravan to obsess over how the car would sell. But it was sitting there on my to-do list.

Or was it?

It appeared that the Universe had already quietly hijacked my schedule and put the vehicle on their to-do list instead. In my absolute lack of anxious attention, the quantum field had already orchestrated a flawless solution.

As a result, the buyers didn’t just appear—they practically lined up outside our door.

When my girlfriend from across the road heard that we were selling up, she asked if her young son could have first dibs on purchasing our car. I gave her my rock-solid word that he could. Yet, every single time we met up for coffee, she would anxiously double-check that he was still the designated new owner of our black VT Holden Commodore. I reassured her time and time again that the deal was safe.

And then, just before we received the official offer on our home, the script flipped completely.

My girlfriend from round the corner suddenly showed up on my doorstep one afternoon. She was standing there with seven thousand dollars in cold cash right in her hand, ready to buy the vehicle on the spot.

OMG!!! was my very first thought. I actually had a literal queue forming on the porch.

I explained to my round-the-corner friend that the car was already spoken for. No money had officially exchanged hands with the first buyer yet, but I had given my word, and I absolutely refuse to renege on my integrity.

However, looking at her standing there, I knew how much this car would mean to her, and I deeply wanted her to have it. So, I looked her straight in the eyes and handed her the ultimate manifestation cue:

We held that vision, anchoring the feeling of the completed desire, and left it right there.

Well, the universe doesn't waste time when the frequency is that clean. The very next morning, I opened my front door to see my girlfriend from across the road walking up the path. The literal first words out of her mouth were:

“I’m really, really sorry... but my son is no longer interested in buying your car.”

I had to fight to keep the massive grin off my face. I don’t know who ended up happier that day—me or my girlfriend from round the corner! She got her dream car, we got our cash, and the Commodore moved to its perfect home without a single ounce of 3D friction.

It was more amazing, undeniable evidence that when you stop forcing the 'how' and step into the feeling of the wish fulfilled, sweet dreams are absolutely supposed to come true.