Your Manifestation Aftercare




It happened! That surprise $20k dropped into your account

or

You took that trip you’ve been dreaming about for the last 7 months! 


Then…

You go into overdrive about all the bills you need to pay and you allocate every cent in the first 12 days

Or

You get home and need to recover for two days because you wore yourself out and traveling is so hard on you.


These are the signs you’re signaling to yourself these new, big manifestations are not safe. And guess what? If your body/nervous system deems something as unsafe, you’re not going to want to repeat it anytime soon and you’ll unconsciously sabotage yourself.


What to do….Signal Safety. 


This is one of the very first tools you learn inside Ecstatic Manifestation. It is maybe the most important tool as you build the new life you’re designing (especially if it seems like a significant change). 


Once your manifestation has been conjured, it’s time for self care (really, all along the way, but people think once the thing has arrived the work is done!). 


Self care is what feels nourishing to you that you feel good about during and after. This may mean working out, getting a massage, doing some gua sha, breath technique, asking your partner to take you somewhere special, eating an incredible meal, doing a gentle yoga practice, taking an elite bath, having an echoing orgasm. It is personal to you. 


If you notice yourself dropping back mentally or physically into “recovering” from your manifestation, take an extra moment to return to pleasure so you can soften and get back in your body. You are expanding your capacity to hold more, new, bigger. 


Then, do something (it can be small) that you’ve been avoiding. Show your body you’re doing great and can hold all the wonder you have and even a little more. 

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