Manifesting Wealth

A techno-themed tone with vibration awakens her from a peaceful sleep. Incrementally, the sound and vibration increase to a loud noise that warrants movement. It’s 530am on a dreary Saturday morning in the Winter. She reaches for her cell phone to slide the indicator to “Dismiss” in order to quiet the noise.

This time; She has to be at work by 7am. Nothing can erase the deep longing she has to continue her peaceful rest. “Wow, I slept a full 8 hours. Usually it’s 4, maybe 5 or 6, but never a full 8 hours.” she thinks. The night before she fell asleep listening to a meditation specifically designed to attract Abundance, Love and Miracles. Her 475 Credit Score, financial therapist, and 3 nearly empty bank accounts pushed her to this area of focus. She has meditated off and on for about 9 years. However, after years of deep therapy, prayer and consistent meditation, she has become intentional, consistent, and focused on fixing the issue. The issue within her. Because although she was physically tired from waking up at 530am; she was mentally and emotionally tired of “Starting Over” from financial ruin. Over her working career she has had several jobs. She has been a cashier, a corporate trainer, a Director, a banker, a baker, a customer service representative, a lifeguard, an editor, an event planner, and an entrepreneur just to name a few. This morning she was an advisor. None of those titles has ever made her financially stable.

She is well-spoken, educated, talented and her circle of friends all reflect the life she should have. She has experienced fine dining, fine wine, clothing and the arts, but her life is totally the opposite. This lifestyle of contradiction triggered the desperate need for change. Deep down she felt unworthy and like a victim. She often subconsciously sabotaged major opportunities or attracted adverse circumstances that would squander away her financial freedom. This attraction validated victimhood or a feeling of unworthiness.

On this very morning, she is 7 days into doing the deep “inner work”. Her younger self now believes She is Smart. She is Beautiful. She is Worthy. She is Invaluable. She is Important. She Is Loved. She is Enough. A simple revelation to others, but to her this took several decades.

As she lays there in bed she speaks aloud “God, I just need a few more hours”; A quick mental reminder of hair and pedicure appointments next week though; ignite a push to get up to add to the several hours of work she had already completed to earn more money. “I just have to look fabulous.” She says to herself. “I deserve it.” This morning she doesn’t have time to meditate and visualize but she is certain of her worthiness. She believes she is wealthy and has much abundance. She is worthy of all that she desires. She has just to find where she put the money.

She gets in the shower, several random thoughts cross her mind. The one that seems the most random is her Father’s BBQ sauce. She had performed a Chef test for a restaurant a few months ago and made the sauce but didn’t remember what she paired it with and this bothered her. The restaurant owner raved about the sauce, but didn’t give her the job. No love lost, that wasn’t the important thing this morning. She made her usual breakfast of oatmeal with walnuts, brown sugar, cranberries, and honey.

All the while still thinking about her father’s BBQ sauce.

Lisa has been expecting the gift of financial freedom every day. She expects it to arrive at any moment. Her inner nudge to make her father’s sauce grows stronger throughout the day. “Ok for goodness sakes, I’ll make some. I’ll make a bunch of it.” She says aloud. She only has one issue; the recipe was in a text thread that was accidentally deleted two months ago. Her father was very tight lipped about his recipe. He would often say to avoid giving it to anyone” if I told you, I would have to kill you”. She actually acquired it by just texting it to herself while watching her father make it one day. She thinks “great, what shall I do now? Her father had been deceased for 18 years. She was a daddy’s girl. There was no way she could find out the ingredients and measurements. Her own mother didn’t know the specifics about the sauce and they were married for 31 years.

This was her 6th “Do over” in life. One thing you can say about her is that she is resilient. She had finally made a home for her and her son and was in the process of refurnishing, redecorating, moving, and establishing.

This time, all she had moving into a new place was the clothes she and her son had packed from the last “Do Over”. She had catering equipment she purchased while living in limbo again, until she reached the next step. The living in limbo is labeled as “being an entrepreneur”.

This morning, for some reason, she wanted to look into the hall closet. She moved empty boxes and half-full bags around, and stumbles upon a perfectly taped box. She thought she had lost this box when her storage unit was foreclosed on a few months ago. She smiled. She remembered that she had brought it to her mother’s house when she did have access to the unit. She had planned to go through it at a later time because there were some very important memorabilia inside. She sat it in the hallway. She had to get to work.

While sitting at her desk in her “home office”/ bedroom, waiting on the next customer to call for advice; she began perusing her social media accounts on her cellphone. She would engage in post here and there, but she became annoyed with all of the advertisements. She thought to herself, “Jesus, these ads are taking over my accounts”. Just when she was about to report an advertisement for hair glue; the very next ad below it caught her eye. She slowly scrolled to the advertisement. It was a solicitation for recipes that would award their owners $20, 000.00 if they won this contest. She thought, “Dad you were nudging me to make your sauce to enter this contest.” Wow! She had manifested another opportunity again. This time, it was going to be different though. She just knew it.

She continued on about her day. She was really good at making her clients feel comfortable. She was engaging, entertaining and most of all, knowledgeable. She was an awesome listener. She could listen to clients all day no matter how discombobulated their description of their issue was; she could almost always arrive at a solution. A solution that made the client feel like, “ she really understands what I just said”. Often times after asking questions and making jokes to loosen them up a bit; she could design a roadmap for their success.

Her shift ended at 3pm this day. She stumbled out of her bedroom into the hallway. There on the floor was the perfectly taped box again. She thought, I am going to go through it after I grab me something to eat. After all, she had only the oatmeal and coffee all day. Payday was next week, so PB and J it is. She made this sandwich like it was a painting. She grabbed herself a bottle of water to wash it down. She proceeded to walk back to the hallway. She took a bite of her sandwich, placed it down on a plate and wiped her hands on a napkin. Let’s see what you have inside, Mr. Box? She spoke aloud. Just as she was about to remove a strip of tape from the box, her cellphone rang. It was an old friend she had not heard from in weeks. She had called them last week but did not get an answer. She just had to take the call. She pushed the unopened box aside and grabbed her phone. The conversation between her and her friend was the usual “Hey Girl, why can’t you answer my calls? The friend on the phone responds, “I’m calling you back now. I was caught up”. Caught up usually meant there was a man involved at that moment. She laughed and said, “girrrrllll spill the tea”. She and her girlfriend stayed on the phone for hours while she listened to the intimate details of her friend’s escapade. They got off of the phone around 630 pm. Her son had already been giving his subliminal messages of “mom, I’m so hungry” to her while she was on the phone. So now, it was time to prepare dinner. While preparing dinner, she looked in her cabinets for ingredients that she believed she would need to make her father’s sauce. She remembered the main ingredients, but the other “special items” she could not recall. She finished preparing dinner and prepared a plate of food for her son. Usually, she didn’t eat when she cooked. This is why she loves to eat out or have someone cook for her. It gives her the opportunity to enjoy food without the labor.

Finally, she is at a place where she can focus on figuring out how she can prepare this recipe of her father’s to win this $20,000.00. She walks back towards the hallway thinking if I take a hot bath, I can meditate and tapping to clear my mind. On her way to the bathroom to draw her bath; she sees the box again. She stops, looks at the box, and an overwhelming feeling pushes her to open the box. She grabs the box, sits down to open it. She is overwhelmed at what she finds. There are old photos of her father, photos of her old high school friends, memorabilia from her prom, copies of her keys to her first apartment. A small box that contained her son’s first tooth. There were copies of her father’s and grandmother’s funeral programs. They both died in the same year. She dug around a bit more and there was a Little Black NoteBook. It was an old journal. She had always been a writer. She was taught through therapy to journal her feelings at times. This Little Black Book was one that was very special as it contained the emotional journey she experienced when her father died unexpectedly. She read page after page about the fear, anger and disbelief this event caused her. She read a poem she had written about how she remembered him cooking and how it made her feel. She turned to the last page in this Little Black Book and saw where she had scribbled his BBQ Sauce Recipe. She laughed so hard until she passed out. “Dad, you are something else”, she said aloud. "You keep watch over me and guide me even when I think I know what’s best."

The next day she purchased the “special ingredients” and made her father’s sauce. She purchased mason jars to contain it. She designed a beautiful label and perfectly fastened it to the jar. She transcribed the recipe into an email and made her official submission to the contest. She was instructed to take the actual item to a commissary for them to test the sauce.

Needless to say, she won the contest. With the $20,000.00 she won, she secured the facilities and equipment necessary to mass produce the sauce. That year she grossed over 3 million dollars in sales. She is finally financially stable all because of a little black book and a nudge.