Page 119 of Alice Carver Manifests Her Perfect Life
‘And you’ve met him?’ she asked Matthew.
Matthew nodded and we caught each other’s eye before Ebba’s fingertips on his thigh distracted him.
‘I am looking forward to meeting him at this christening next month,’ said Ebba.
Mum clapped her hands. ‘Oh Alice, are you bringing someone? Is this Guy a boyfriend?’
‘Very much not a boy,’ said Astrid acidly.
Mum ignored her. ‘Imagine it. Matthew with Ebba, Alice with Guy – all of you happy and settled. That would really show Barbara Cavendish with her ridiculously over-named grandson.’
‘And that’s what it’s all about,’ said Aziz, making Astrid laugh.
‘Matthew, you’re almost as quiet as Alice today,’ said Dad. ‘What do you think of Alice’s boyfriend? We’ve not had the pleasure yet!’
That’s the amazing thing about my family. You think things can’t possibly deteriorate further. And yet they do.
‘I think he’s exactly Alice’s type,’ said Matthew. ‘In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she manifested him.’
I ask the Universe:
Why?
Guide Post™
Are you feeling frustrated with the manifestation process, or sensing a resistance to getting where you want to be? If so, that’s the Universe telling you to stop trying to control, to take a step back and let her lead.
Sometimes we can get so caught up in our own plans, controlling and specifying what we want that we forget the most important thing of all:the Universe has her own plans.Of course, the Universe will help you to manifest what youthinkyou want, but please remember that sometimes,the Universe knows better than you do what is best for you and what youtrulywant.
Try this manifestation:
I surrender myself to the greater power of the Universe. I am ready to receive all that she gives.
Date: Friday 21 AprilTime: 10pm
My thoughts and reflections:
I know I haven’t written in here for a while but, I haven’t really felt like it. Honestly, I’ve felt like complete shit. The high of realising how Matthew felt about me once, followed by the crushing reality of how he feels about me now is like watching the dream house you’ve just bought disappearing into a sink hole.
Oh yeah. Dream houses. That reminds me of another manifesting failure on my part. Our old family house. On a whim, I called up the agent – I don’t know why because obviously I was never going to manifest our old home but a small, desperate guttering flame of hope in me associates it with Matthew and clearly the Universe hadn’t already battered me enough yet. So I called up and enquired and was told that the house was under offer and due to exchange shortly.
It felt even harder when I realised that the usual distractions no longer cut it… Guy told me he’d decided I could come away with him this weekend to Rutland and said we would take his daughter to lunch. Together. I didn’t even know he had a daughter, probably because he hadn’t mentioned it. I asked how old she was, imagining a cute little girl, and he said she was eighteen. ‘Eighteen?!’ I repeated.
‘Yes,’ he said shortly. ‘We had a gap between them.’
‘You’ve got two children?’
‘Victoria’s hardly a child – she’s twenty-five.’
My gasp may have been audible. I’ve never been the best at maths but suddenly the age gap between us felt quite relevant.
‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘It sounds like a big step. Are you sure?’
Guy stared at me, shrewdly. ‘Well, Alice, judging by your reaction, it seems more like a case of areyousure?’
I stared back at Guy, hoping it would trigger some kind of emotional release from Matthew, put the genie back in the bottle, make me recognise what I had right here in front of me. Guy Carmichael. My perfect man, exactly as I’d manifested. Pretty much offering me a part in his life – the chance to meet his daughter.
It didn’t work.
