Vanishing Act

Years of reading about the law(s) of attraction and practicing different techniques to manifest desires and fantasies into reality have been a million and one different adjectives you can come up with. She has also grown to be a grateful and thankful person every single day. Though that may just have a lot to do with the weekly massages she has been receiving for over three years now.

Monday. A day she has been a fan of longer than realizing the hate others have for it. Today is extra special though, because she’s getting a massage.

“I got you something, Resy” her massage therapist said after the massage.

She didn’t know what to expect.

“After I leave, I’ll text you where I left it.”

Resy absolutely loves the unanticipated and the excitement was overwhelming. The massage therapist wrapped up her belongings and as she walked out the front door, she says, “I know you’re tickled by the surprise, and I promise you, that it is for you and it is not a mistake. Got it?” Resy nodded excitedly and clapped.

“Thank you!” she exclaimed. “I’ll see you in 5 weeks.”

She waved goodbye to her massage therapist and ran back to grab her phone from the bedroom. She started looking around her apartment wondering where she could have left “something!” She looked to the couch beside where the table was set up for the massage, threw the couch pillows down and stuck her hand on the sides of the couch and nothing. She quickly got to her knees and put her ear to the floor, looking underneath the couch. Found it!

It was a black journal. Peculiar, Resy thought. It looked used and the spine of this small, leaf-patterned book had black tape on it, as if to help it stay together. It was just a little bigger than her hands when a text message alert made her yelp and drop the notebook. The message read,

Check your account.

Resy had developed a habit of checking her account every other day or few days and just before her accounts load up, she tried to visualize a substantial amount waiting for her. I mean, what would she do exactly with more than enough money to pay off her debts with some left over for- I suppose she hadn’t thought too much into it.

My account? She thought. Which one? She checked a handful of her digital ones before feeling her jaw drop at her bank statement.

$20,899.99.

She had 20 thousand more dollars than she expected. She screamed. She covered her mouth. She dropped her phone. She picked it up. She looked at it again. She fell onto her couch.

Was this a mistake?

“And it is not a mistake,” Resy remembered her saying.

Holy guacamole. What?!? Why would she? This is for me?

“I promise you, it is for you,” she recalled her saying.

Wow. Thank you, Universe. Thank y- THE NOTEBOOK.

She quickly looked over where she was standing and there it was. She grabbed it and sat back down and opened it.

She heard the waves crash near her feet and felt the ocean mist across her face. It made her eyes squint as she looked all around her to find her apartment nowhere in sight. She looked at her hands, and there was the black notebook. It was open three quarters of the way and there was a picture. She looked carefully and noticed it was the inside of her apartment. She looked ahead of her and took a long exhale. What is happening?

She took several deep breaths and began to smile. This is one of the best realities her mind has ever created. She was already dressed for this magical escape too! The thick robe she had on at the apartment turned into the most beautifully detailed kimono with a bathing suit underneath. She closed the notebook and placed it inside the pocket of her kimono as she walked along the shore.

Where was she? She closed her eyes and took several more deep breaths as she replayed her day.

I deserve this, she thought. I am happy. I belong. She opened her eyes & faced the sea. She sat down and opened the notebook to the first page. Then the second page, then the third, then the fourth, and so on.

Each page had a detailed picture of an ordinary place followed by a date and the city. Accompanying the picture was a paragraph describing a different location followed by a thank you. At the bottom of each page stated,

Simply touch the picture to return.

No more, no less. Suddenly, the massage therapist’s generosity was no longer in question. And she knew just whom to gift a similar experience next.