Story 35: The Playful Trinity

Simply playing with the universe, I decided to set three more intentions into motion. It was an experiment born purely out of curiosity—a lighthearted test to see exactly how fast I could draw specific markers into my physical reality.

I deliberately chose three tangible objects I couldn't care less about. There was absolute zero emotion invested in the outcome. No desperation, no heavy longing—just an open, playful request dropped into the field.

I asked to see:

• A piece of blue glass.
• A peacock feather.
• A big yellow balloon.

The very next morning, I was visiting Mum at her house. As I stood in her kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, she suddenly spoke up from the other side of the room. “Can you do me a little favour? There’s a glass bowl down in that corner cupboard behind you, and I can’t kneel down. Could you get it for me please?”

“Sure, Mum,” I said.

I knelt down on the hard kitchen tiles, reached deep into the back of the dark cupboard, and pulled out her request.

I stopped dead in my tracks. I paused, blinking at the object in my hands. It was made of brilliant, vibrant, unmistakable blue glass.

A laugh erupted straight out of me, ringing through the kitchen with absolute delight. When Mum asked what on earth was so funny, I openly revealed the story of the three desires I had launched into the matrix just the day before.

Mum smiled, turned around, and quietly disappeared from the room. She returned only moments later, holding an object high up in the air like a triumphant trophy.

It was my second desire: a single, perfect peacock feather.

I laughed out loud all over again, completely stunned. “Where did you get that from?!”

Mum confessed with a shrug, “I don’t know. I’ve had it tucked away in my china cupboard forever.”

Instantly, my mind flashed back to a specific childhood timeline when I was around eight, nine, or ten years old. My brother and I used to spend hours exploring the wild, rural bushland trailing behind the Boyanup Tavern, which Mum and Dad managed back then. Finding wild peacock feathers among the trees had been one of my absolute favourite pastimes.

I realized right then that I must have gifted her that feather decades ago. She had kept it all this time without even understanding why, preserved safely in the matrix until she needed to act as a cooperative coordinate. She was an unconscious participant perfectly executing her role to deliver my request in an extraordinary quantum setup.

Back in Mum's kitchen, holding that peacock feather, I only knew the surface of the magic. The sheer precision of the matrix completely knocked my socks off.

And what about the final piece of the trinity? The big yellow balloon?

Just two days later, I was driving through town when my eyes were pulled toward a local car dealership. There, dancing in the breeze and tied securely to a vehicle's aerial, was a giant, unmistakable yellow balloon.