Page 42 of Alice Carver Manifests Her Perfect Life
5. I manifest… respect and admiration from friends, colleagues and family (preferably with high levels of envy, veneration of my social media output, and general sense of shame for having doubted me)
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6. I manifest… a perfect wedding (everyone whose wedding I’ve had to sit through can sit at mine and endure, knowing how much better mine is. Plus there will be many comments about how young and beautiful a bride I am)
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7. I manifest… wiping that smug smile off Matthew Lloyd’s face
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7.5.I manifest having our old house and spending next Christmas in it
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Date: Sunday 1 JanuaryTime: 8.10am
My thoughts and reflections:
So. This is weird. And wonderful. I had genuinely hit a bad place. I was seriously doubting the whole manifesting thing, but then I turned the page in my journal and that Guide Post struck a chord. As I was reading through the Guided Sunrise exercise, I noticed how it said that ideally this should take place on the first day of a new month at dawn. Hello?!
New Year’s Day? 7.30am? The dawn of a whole new year.
I pulled back the blind at the tiny kitchen window and peered out at the darkness. It looked pretty black but when I pushed my face up against the glass I could see navy blue above the dark shapes of buildings. Sunrise was not far away, but it certainly didn’t look inviting out in the tiny scrap of yard. I closed the blind. To be fair, it didn’t look very inviting in here either.
And, at this point – how much did I have left to lose?
I let myself out the back door where all the bins are kept and pushed one out the way, so that a small patch of muddy, bald grass was showing. I stopped and questioned what I was doing, thought,Sod it – I’d better do the exercise properly or there’s no point,and took my boots and socks off. Luckily, I was still drunk enough to ignore the potential risks of tetanusand hypothermia and fox urine and to focus instead on the slightly bizarre sensation of cold mud squishing up between my toes. Strangely enough, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. I’d brought my phone out for the torch, but actually, out here, with the daylight beginning to glow through the darkness I could make out the words on the cover of my journal. I stood there for a moment, clutching it in my hands, shivering slightly from the cold (and probably the alcohol withdrawal), wondering if I was desperate enough to continue with this Guided Sunrise thing. I really was.
So, I took out my mobile phone and downloaded a compass app, which took ages despite the supposed 5G, and worked out that I was already facing east, which seemed auspicious. I tipped my head back and inhaled deeply. I could smell the familiar: bins, petrol, a slight odour of drains, tequila. But when I inhaled deeply for the second time I noticed a note of something different, an undertone that reminded me of the country, almost peaty. After one more breath, I opened my eyes and the light had already bloomed above the rooftops of Dulwich: I looked down and the words were visible.
I read them as per instructed, and then turned the pages back until I had my manifestations in front of me. I was about to start reading them aloud and then I remembered thatThe Guidetold me it was critical to visualise them too. So, as I spoke my manifestations out loud, I tried my hardest to picture my life improving. But I didn’t manage it because I kept thinking about where Iactuallywas and how I didn’t have any of these things I wanted and smelling the bins and worrying someone was going to see me out here. So, I decided to shut my eyes for my third attempt.
