What I Seek Is Seeking Me: A Manifestation in Coffee & Moving Boxes




I’ve been writing about my recent experience to 1. Digest it and 2. Offer up the tools I’ve been using that help me.

Part of digestion is the brilliant opportunity to come to the present moment. When you’re too full from recent experiences, you can be hunched over with metaphoric digestive gases rather than being able to look around you and see what’s true now. 


I’ve shared the timeline, experiences and cause and effect in previous blogs as I see and they've brought me here:


After 14-54 months of struggling

I have a place to live

I have food.

I have gas

I have money coming in regularly

I feel generous

I feel relaxed

I feel full

My dog has a yard and friends to be with


The situation I’m in is temporary and a part of me wants to pull me back toward the fear that fed me for so long. But more of me recognizes the magic that has transpired:


What I seek is seeking me. 

I put this into practice in my manifestation technique.


I started with coffee…

I tuned in to how much coffee loves me. How much coffee loves connecting with me. How much coffee loves being loved by me. I let it pull me toward it. 

3 hours later I got a text from a friend wanting to bring coffee over to my house. 

Since then, coffee has been ALL OVER THE PLACE for me all available and sexy and shit. It’s over here and over here and over here. It’s dripping from the walls begging to be drunk by me. It’s showing up half price, free, over-abundantly. I’m not kidding or exaggerating (except for the dripping wall part). 


I did it again with moving out of my place. I tuned into the version of me that was moving out and how she felt and how grounded she was and clear. This happened in the 3D 40 days faster than I expected. Not all the circumstances were identical to what I imagined, but the energy I held and how I felt doing it was solid and steady and identical. 


I am grateful to be walking myself into my visions. I am grateful to have created the space in myself to create something new in the world. I get to listen, tune, and respond to my inner voice and outer experiences with gentle power and clarity and I am in love with it. 


Come into Patreon. Or comment your struggle and I’ll point you to the membership or collection that best serves your current project. Much love and riches to you b**ches. 

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