I look back at how I manifested some crazy things.
Things, looking back, were kind of nuts, especially considering what I started from.
I remember when I was around 13 years old I was standing around the corner of my school, where all the kids smoked (I was the only one who didn’t lol), discussing our plans for the future.
When my turn came, I said, I am going to America, a place half way around the world, within the next year or two.
Naturally, one of the guys (it had to be Sergei, the guy I went to gym with) asked me how was I going to do that.
I told him that I was still working on it.
I actually did have a plan, but I didn’t tell him what my plan was.
Rewind a few months back, when I have read somewhere that a ticket to America was around $2,000.
I did not have that.
I remember thinking that I will probably need at least $100 to stay somewhere.
I did not have that either. I may have had an equivalent of $10 somewhere in my piggy bank.
Fast forward 2 years later when I am on a plane to New York. Once I landed, (15 at the time) I could now see a Statue of Liberty not in a post card, but through a coin-operated telescope on top of a well-known sky scraper.
As I am writing this I look through a window of a house on a lake in a fancy neighborhood, married to a hot chick, who, herself, has her own insane manifestation story to share.
To many around me, all of this appeared as some well thought-out plan. To me, on the inside, it felt like an “invisible hand” took me out for a spin to prove to me just the opposite: that my original plan was worthless and presented me with a path no fiction writer could have written.
I call it this path a “fyre” path. And I do believe that most reading this can manifest it by following a set of ground rules accessible below.
To be continued….
