The Painful Truth About Manifesting: It’s Bullshit, but the Results Will Still Shock You

You won’t get what you’re asking for, you’ll get something better!

What you seek is seeking you! Oh yeah? Where’s Brad Pitt at then, because I’ve been seeking him for 30 years and he’s still not seeking me back!

Where’s my Malibu beach home, where’s my yellow Lambo?

Something has to be wrong with this concept, don’t you think? This idea that all you have to do is visualize and it shall be given is amazing.

Who wouldn’t want to lay down in a cozy armchair, visualize a yellow Lambo every day for a year, and then through some magical twist of faith, have it appear at your front door?

Does it sound too good to be true? That’s because it is. Yellow Lamborghinis are made with hard work or daddy’s money. Sitting around dreaming won’t even get you yellow fever.

And people are starting to catch on.

I’m not sure whether the idea of manifesting is losing power or if people are just growing out of it. I hope both.

Although… honestly, I’m not being fair. And I might also be a bit bitter about it too.

I used to be a huge woo-woo-manifestation-meditation-sage-burning type of person. Ok, I didn’t burn any sage, but I did do the rest.

And now… well, now I’m a bitter old skeptic and although I’m logically correct, I don’t like being like that.

Because look what happened.

A few days ago a had a serious altercation with a contractor who came in to do some work in my apartment and it ended up so badly that I had to call the police on him.

But shit happens, right?

Right, we all know it does. Except for the damn people who are hell-bent on the idea that we manifest everything that happens to us, and if it’s something negative it must be our fault.

Only a few minutes after I wrote an account of the police event on my personal Facebook, a friend wrote to me:

‘OMG, Mona, you need to take care of your thought process. You’re manifesting all these bad situations lately!’

Well, damn! I had no idea how powerful I was! How dare she accuse me of controlling my own destiny? Was she just blaming the victim here?

She sure was and I was just getting ready to let her have it, when I realized one thing: a few years ago I would have said the exact same thing!

I would have considered that my negative views of contractors manifested me a bad contractor. Without thinking for a second that in my country most contractors are bad at their job and use and abuse their clients. Everybody has at least 2 or 3 contractor-related horror stories to tell you.

I would have insisted that I had absolute power over what happens in my life, because… well, come on, what do you prefer: to be in control of your life or to be at the mercy of it?

I like to be able to decide and choose, but at the same time, I had to realize that I can’t decide everything.

Learning to surrender to the unpredictability of life was a hard lesson for me.

So I didn’t let her have it. I just said that I didn’t imagine anything bad happening beforehand and most people have problems with contractors all the time. I knew she was just trying to help me. And I also knew she was a sweet girl with a big heart.

Just like I used to be before this wave of skepticism came over me.

Just to be clear, I am not completely against manifesting and the whole law of attraction thing. I believe manifesting is a great idea and I am convinced that it works.

I am also convinced that it only works for very few people, who are focused enough to move mountains with the power of their thought.

I have no idea who those people are, no mountains have been moved since Christ said we have that power, so I’m guessing the great manifesters of this world must have other interests than mountain moving.

I know when I was playing with the law of attraction I didn’t want to move anything else than some money into my bank account. About $10,000 a month, that was my goal.

I didn’t manifest squat from that.

No money came my way from dreaming about it. But something much more interesting happened. If you’re wondering what could be more interesting than money, there is one thing: it’s happiness.

I manifested happiness. Tons and tons of happiness. Extreme levels of happiness. Smiles, oneness, peace, love.

Those were the best years of my life and if I could go back to them I would.

I just can’t bring myself to believe in the same woo-woo pink rainbow miracle cure things. I can’t. Wish I could. Because it was all worth it.

Now I’m only manifesting success. And money. Oh, did I say manifesting? I meant working hard for them. Sounds like I’m complaining and in a way, I am. I love success and money, but I guess I just love happiness and oneness more.

And I know I’m not the only one.

About manifesting… yes, it’s absolute bs. You won’t be manifesting squat. But, wow, will it feel amazing!

I remember this one time when I was at home, getting ready to watch a movie and just as I was getting comfortable on my huge sofa, looking at the flowery wallpaper on the wall in front of me, I noticed a great sense of peace coming over me.

I laid back on the couch and could literally see the dark pink peonies on the wallpaper come alive and get closer to my face and arms. Surrounding me. I felt them touching my skin. I could smell their earthy spicy aroma, and for a good 30 minutes, I had the feeling that there is no wrong in this world.

That everything is perfect and all I have to do is be there for it.

No, I wasn’t high. All I did was eat a hot dog and I assure you it wasn’t laced with acid, or that would have been the cheapest acid on earth.

Do you think money feels better than magic hot dogs and wallpaper flower embraces? Ha! It doesn’t even come close. Not for me, anyway.

I could write a whole article about how manifesting is bullshit. Maybe even a whole book. I can deconstruct it so hard that it will start to question its own existence.

But if I could go back to that state of absolute bliss when I wasn’t actually manifesting anything but a superior level of consciousness, I would in a heartbeat.

So manifest away, my dear delusional wide-eyed friends. It won’t make you more successful. But it will make you happier better people. And that’s what this world needs.

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