Story 22: Winning the Caravan Park’s Peak Tourist Season Lottery

There was one final item on my massive traveling to-do list that needed tending to.

My husband and I had talked at length about where we’d like to stay for the upcoming Christmas school holidays. We decided that the gorgeous little seaside town of Busselton would be the perfect destination for a five-week summer stay. I just needed to pick up the phone, make the call, and book us a caravan site.

On this particular morning, the static finally cleared, and I felt the sudden, unmistakable surge of inspiration to call the park.

To my complete surprise, the manager picked up on the very first ring. Before I could even state my request, he told me that he’d only just hung up the phone from a last-minute cancellation when I broke through the line.

Talk about perfect, split-second timing.

In that exact moment, I understood completely why I hadn’t had the impulse to call and book until right then. My Inner Being, who has a far broader, infinite perspective of the playing field, knew the precise, mathematical moment to strike. And that time was when a spot had just miraculously opened up.

Because I was in total alignment and trusted my timing, I received the impulse to act, and the universe slid me right into the slot.

The staggering setup of this manifestation became even clearer once we actually parked the rig and started staying at the park.

One of our caravan neighbours, who’d been coming to stay at this exact spot every single summer for about twenty years, looked at us in absolute shock. He questioned us fiercely on how on earth we’d been able to just ring up out of nowhere and secure a five-week site over the phone during peak season.

He explained that because the park became so intensely popular during the Christmas rush, the manager didn't take standard bookings. Instead, he took all potential guest names and placed them into a rigorous ballot draw.

It was basically a high-stakes tourist lottery. If you were "lucky" enough, your name was pulled out of the hat, and you were granted a spot. If not, you were left stranded.

Thanks to my wise Inner Being, I had bypassed the entire matrix. I called at the exact, flawless moment where those human rules and lottery systems simply didn’t apply to us.

This chapter taught me a massive rule for life: if I find myself procrastinating or holding back over doing a task, there is a damn good reason for it. It means the field isn't cleared yet. Now, I trust the space. I trust my wise Inner Being, and I wait for the lightning bolt of inspiration to strike before I move a muscle.