Manifesting 101: for students who desperately need a change.

Manifesting 101: for students who desperately need a change.

Moving into student accommodation really highlighted to me why I wanted to stay at my actual home so bad, it is so strange here and everything is a clinical, off white colour. The whole place reeks of feet, old food and a faint punge of cigarette smoke. Nice. I wish I could stay at my own home but I have had to go to university finally, apparently I can’t have another gap year which seems ridiculous to me. I was completely wrongfully accused of spending all of my money and still not having a job, which was not acceptable for my parents. I argued that I had a job, it was merely unpaid. My mother didn’t like that I reminded her of that. They cut off my allowance until I prove to them that I am working hard.

So, now I am at university studying fashion and quite honestly it is quite dull at the moment, but I will not be admitting that to anyone else at this point in time. I have to maintain the mood that I have created, and exclusively show for my parents. If I can convince them that I am doing well then I will be allowed my allowance back and will be able to go shopping at long last. My parents sent me a parcel and it was a stationary pack, which is useful. There is also a little black book at the bottom of the box, but it does not really match the pink theme of the rest of the stationary. It seems nice though, I might use it as a journal.

I have been going to my lectures and doing my work and I do like the course, but I don't have any friends at present. My parents haven’t called me in a couple of days either, but maybe they are busy. It’s all a bit lonely and I don't really know what to do with my time. My flatmates are all strange and won't speak to me, so I’ve just been ordering takeaway this week and haven't seen anyone. I keep on getting random phone calls, but I just block the number each time. I wonder who it is.

I finally answered the phone, and it was a scam call obviously, saying that I was in trouble with debt collectors, so I hung up and decided to write in my journal. I’ve been exploring many rabbit holes on youtube, as I have been so bored, but recently I have been exploring manifesting. I think it might work, because I wrote that I wanted to have the flat to myself, and everyone has gone out drinking tonight. I don’t ever expect an invite, not that I would take one anyway, but maybe it would be nice to spend some time with other people.

This morning, I had a very loud knock on my door. It was a really tall man, with a shorter male partner, they were dressed all in black and obviously I panicked. They explained that I had been in trouble with money, that I am in £20,000 worth of debt. I started crying hysterically because I was so confused. I tried to call my parents but they wouldn't answer their phones. I asked the bailiffs for some more information. That’s when it all came crashing down.

My parents had been in trouble. They had sent me away to get away from it, sold the house and everything within and then attempted to flee the country. In their attempts to, they had died in a plane crash. Their death left me with their debt. I had no money to pay this bill, and I explained that to the bailiffs. They explained that they would sell my items to pay the bill. I looked around in despair at my tiny bedroom. All of my personal belongings were in this room, and I started to cry again knowing that nothing was worth enough to pay the bill.

They explained that they were valuing up my belongings, to sell everything to pay this debt. I panicked again and went to get a glass of water. Not a single flatmate was around, nor was there a single peep from any room. At this point, I felt so scared and alone I just wanted to run away. They gathered a few of my belongings, nothing of high value, but they still took it. They explained that they would be back tomorrow to collect the rest of my items. I crawled into the shower and started crying. How had my life turned out like this? Why had my parents not told me we were in trouble?

I got into bed, grabbed my journal and started writing. It felt like hours, and I had written a lot. I was so angry and sad at the same time, my words blurred together from the tears. I decided to do some more manifesting, this time focused on money. I wrote about needing money, the exact amount and everything. I knew this wouldn't work, but by this point, I was desperate and a mess. I fell asleep crying.

I woke up to the weirdest phone call I have ever had in my life. My uncle who I had not spoken to for years had contacted me, he knew what had happened. Guess what?

He paid the debt and then gave me access to my money again. He said that I had obviously changed and was doing well. The person I was before would have just kept the door closed and passed the problem on, but I tried to solve it and for that he was proud.

I finished my degree, I now am living in my own apartment with my pet cat, and I am so glad that my parents made me go to university. It changed me. I still write in my little black book, but I am on my third one. I dont think that manifesting works for me yet, but things do keep on happening and I have always wrote about it in my little black book, coincidence or not?

Who knows.