Note: Long
But worth it!
When it came to manifesting I was not a believer.
I associated manifesting with prayers and that led to all sorts of conflicts along the lines of why do some prayers get answered and others not.
It’s a Miracle!
I began to accept the possibility of answered prayers after the brain surgery.
After all, over and over I heard it was a miracle I was alive!
Many people including the neursurgeon who saved my life shared personal stories, some of which defied explanation.
Including the fact after a feather from Fr. Solanus Casey’s pillow was placed in my paralyzed left hand I curled my fingers around it.
Please Stop!
By the time I was sixteen I was sick of hearing everyone else’s miraculous take on my trauma, and in spite of the stories, was no closer to believing the whole manifesting thing – for me.
Yes, I was alive but there were a number of circumstances that left me in a bad spot – attitude wise – for manifesting belief.
It Starts Small
One of my aunts picked up on my frustration.
Probably through the family gossip – I mean grapevine.
We were at her house for a post-Thanksgiving meal of spaghetti when she drew me aside and asked straight out if I believed in miracles.
You can imagine my reaction.
Without waiting for an answer she told me she was an atheist turned agnostic until …
A miracle?
Ha ha – kind of.
Prayer Revisited
She asked if I’d ever heard of Novinas.
Nope.
She then shared someone gave her the Novena to St. Therese of the Little Flower when she was going through a particularly rough patch and that, desperate, she performed it in good faith.
It isn’t that it worked so much as what it did to her and how that led to a conversation that changed things for me that is at hand here.
She said, “I don’t know what to think. Was it a coincidence? Did my belief factor into it? My desperation?”
All questions that could be voiced with manifestation successes.
We had a really good analytical [read logical] discussion about it wherein I told her she needed to make up her own mind about what took place.
What Are The Chances?
I related the story to a couple of colleagues at work the following week.
All techies and most engineers though not necessarily atheists or agnostics.
Of Note: This was the first time I had more than a passing interest in the possibility a desire could come to be by wishing/wanting/praying and believing it was possible.
Ahhh, that sticking point. Was it possible or was it a coincidence?
A Rose is a rose is…
One of the aspects of the discussion was the sighting of a rose as a sign the prayer had been granted.
Roses in Michigan, especially at that time of year, were pretty common given they were in yards, flower shops, even grocery store sections.
This led to the role of belief in bringing a desire to be since the likelihood of seeing a rose was high enough to put the manifestation in the unrelated to St. Therese’s intervention category.
A type of placebo effect made it happen.
What I gained from this conversation was a way to measure the miraculous.
What are the Chances?
It helps to be friends with a guy who understands statistics so well.
My partner in EMF and other incredible life-changing “crimes,” Aaron.
If I experience a manifesting I think incredible, I will ask him “What are the chances?”
Statistically.
It helps me put it all into the miracle perspective jar.
Because perspective is everything.
I think life got tired of me trying to trip it up that way because it began peppering things in that were so amazing I didn’t even bother asking Aaron the likelihood.
To Receive, Believe
If I look backward I can say with a fair amount of confidence it started when I acknowledged the wow.
Not everything that manifests is miraculous but a lot is wow!
The more I acknowledged the wows the more wows showed up in my life.
The Image of Proof
To give proper context to this particular example I need to explain that due to an argument between me and the celestial entity standing in my kitchen in 2016, I learned what many experts in the field of manifesting and visualization already understood
If you desire something, hold a picture of it in your mind.
Close But…
We were living in a house that was perfect for us at the time but change was coming and that meant we needed to change where we lived.
That’s related to another Metatron-image story I will be publishing on metatronsuniverse.com.
I love fireplaces and I live in a part of the country where – climate change aside – fireplaces make things comfortable in the winter.
Hauling wood from a face cord in snow (in your pajamas) in the middle of the night because the power is out and it’s your only heat source isn’t fun but damn you’re glad it’s available.
The wood burning stove we had was perfect for heating the house but lacked the ambiance I was after.
What Do You Think of This?
Around this time I was beta testing the Event Horizon App. To my surprise it opened a channel of communication to the Psi Side.
A lot of what I write during a session is what I see in my Mind’s Eye and as images are the language in common – no need for translation – it makes sense he tapped into this to communicate with me.
The image he projected into my Mind’s Eye, one I described in great detail in the session, was the epitome of a writer’s cozy space.
This writer, at any point.
Among other amenities, it boasted a fireplace with a design that was right out of a scene for a book I was working on.
The Dude didn’t come straight out and ask, “Is this what you want?” He only wanted to know what I thought of it. As our conversations are generally in the language of metaphor I told him it was way cool in terms of coziness, then put it out of my mind.
It wasn’t something I was wishing for per se. In fact I had never once imagined/visualized anything like it.
Life went on and we moved and though I tried a few different locations in the new digs, I chose a room that – energetically – was my Goldilocks spot for writing.
Laptop on lap.
I was working on a book in the same series when I realized the fireplace The Dude showed me years earlier was in my cozy writer space.
And yes, we definitely use it for heat when the power goes out in the winter!
The Miraculous?
It isn’t that an image seen in an EV Session years ago ended up in my new digs. It’s that The Dude used our new communication skills – solved equation – to test the waters.
We proved that just as he taught me, a picture is worth a thousand words!
Manifesting gold!
Note: There are times we try for something that isn’t meant to be ours. This will be the subject of a future post.
Elizabeth Maxim 
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