How I personally got the most amazing, sexy, beautiful, intelligent, and all that I dared not ask for “out loud” wife in the life of my own experiences, here and now, without consciously knowing a damn thing about LOA, or any other “technique(s)”. I questioned myself over and over again as to whether or not I wanted to write this, let alone “publish” it publicly. Why did I question it? Jesus. Sweet Jesus. The last thing that I wanted to happen in my life was to be “doxxed” and have all my shit laid out, in plain sight for all, for all to see and know. I, literally, sat down with mySelf and made a list of things that I wanted to keep private as long as possible. I wanted to keep my past as far back and out of public light as possible. I wanted it “way” back there because of all the things that I believed could be “used against me”, should anyone actually know. And then, something happened to me. If someone wanted to challenge me on my lack of parenting skills and my multiple DUI’s, then they should also ask, “how did you end up as such a hot mess?” But how many actually ask those questions? Ah, there is a built-in exit clause. If you don’t ask them in the “right” way, the “right” time, then you are seeking to excuse your behavior. And yet, however awkward the awakening, I had to experience that hot mess to be the man, the person, that I am now.

It has allowed me to embrace and appreciate the Love of life without shame and apology for having been in this life, as me. We are, whomever and however we may be, already beautiful and yet, have been convinced of nearly everything contrary to that truth. It is time.

There are those moments when I exhale at the same time she does, and yet, in that very same moment of life shared, as she exhales, she finds a way to look into my eyes and ask nothing of me. She “asks” nothing of me and yet, surely she knows that I am right there, just to, be. Her breath. Her kiss. Her willingness to explore the fulness of our mutual expansion of “self” is tangible because, in every way to me, she loves me. Her love allowed me to dare to be, me.

Someone asked me a very real question this morning during a class and as I answered, I decided that I would share it in a way that I haven't in a very long time. It's not that I can't or won't, in general, rather, it's that I tend to keep certain things separate from the class that have been reserved for one-on-one's that have reached a certain point. All of this time I thought that I had this really precise, if not flexible depending on the "circumstances", process wherein I believed that I could best lead and inspire those that I thought were ready; it seemed reserved for those that had their own unique "ah-ha" moment. I mean, truly, all of my life I had been taught to think in a logical fashion. I had been instructed, first by my parents and then life in general, to let rational thought and logic be the foundation whereby I would, could and should live my life. And for the God that I believe in, I can honestly say that I gave it my all. What I didn't understand and could not figure out, even with the intellectual analysis and logic-based considerations, is why, with all of this intelligence, I could not seem to have and live the happiness that I secretly wanted. How was it that life seemed to keep throwing all of this darkness at me, while all around me it still teased me with the grandeur of what "could" be? Was I such a horrible person that I had been forsaken by God? Was I such a lost and hopeless cause that I would not be allowed to celebrate life with consistent laughter, ease of spirit and hope for a tomorrow that might not be a mere jest? What was it that was keeping me so lonely and emotionally isolated? Over the years I spent countless hours learning, reading, writing, living, crying, aching, longing, hoping, daring and seeking out that meaning or meanings of what it was all supposed to be. I believed, at one time, that the violence and sexual violations that I encountered as a child had completely and thoroughly broken me beyond any hope of lasting joy. I was resigned in the knowledge, at least intellectually, that life was all about suffering, and like Christ, I would receive my reward in the life after this one, whatever that might be. But here, in this life, in this time, I was subject to the sadness and abject, so clearly defined ache of loneliness and sadness. There was a clarity of pain that I was so accustomed to that I could no longer truly conceive of a life without inner torment. And then my son died July 31st, 1999. He would be twenty-two this year. In fact, in a mere sixteen days, we would have been celebrating his birthday. There was a time when I wondered what life would have been like if he had lived. What kind of friendship we would have had had he lived. Oh yes, how easily I imagined him sharing his stories of life and growing, defining and deciding on the man that he wanted to be. I would close my eyes sometimes, in the years after immediately (and for a few years thereafter) his death, and let all the colors of life spill over into my tears in not being able to see him grow. I look back on those years and see how that death barred and walled me off from every good thing that could have been with my other sons. It is, sadly, for so many us, a product of never wanting to feel such profound pain again, that we do, without actually knowing it, hide ourselves behind and away from the connections that others seem to form so naturally with their children. And yet, with all of that, I realize that perhaps I only speak for myself. But what does all of that have to do with the question that was asked of me this morning? The question was, and is in so many ways, "why is it so hard to find love?" We have been taught, all of us I believe, that there are many different kinds and types of love. We have familial love. Intimate and romantic love. We have the love of life and all that it may promise us in the kisses of those that we feel closest to. What no one ever told us, or showed, or taught us, or explained to us, or dared to risk all for, is what Love is. There are over seven billion people on this planet and I submit that there are at least that many ways to express love and yet, Love, the truth of Love is the same for us all. How we define it, or express it, or embrace it, is the beauty of this life. Simply stated, you can, this very moment, decide with your whole heart, that you will, this moment, begin to decide what Love is to and for you. That's what my course is all about. Not telling you what to do, or what "it" is, rather, it is a sharing with you a truth and method that helps shut down the noise and allows for a moment to truly breathe and begin to unravel all that opposes your truth. How do I know? Because I have found my place in this earth, that had truly always been here, and in this place, I found, me. I finally found, myself. Time to live the love.

I had to stay up last night to make some adjustments for a class today, so my sleep was a little off last night. This, in and of itself, is not all that unusual since there are those times when the "brain" won't let me be, and tends to come a'callin' late at night. But last night was a little different in the sense that this class was going to revolve around some aspects of this LOA business that I still feel and think too few people will ever talk about. Trauma. This morning, about fifteen minutes ago, I was sitting in the living room at my computer, looking out of the window, listening to my "writing music" playlist when a butterfly flew by and landed on the railing. It could have landed anywhere in the city, and even on the railing, it landed on one of the few places that were in my field of view. I sat in my chair looking at this butterfly and I was transfixed. I'm not entirely sure why and to try and say anything other than that would be a lie; I couldn't take my eyes off of this butterfly. I watched the wings moving up and down in a rhythm that was at once uneven and yet, to me, a perfect harmony that seemed to speak to me in a way that I could never, ever have imagined. The next thing you know, tears were coming down my cheeks. There was so much beauty in this moment. I could feel a breeze coming in from the window, and it was nice and cool on my skin, like a breath of the universe telling me that I am so very, very cherished in this world that has, at times, felt unfair, uncaring and lonely. The butterfly just kept sharing its life with me in that moment. And then, as if to say hello, the image of my son appeared in my awareness. It was not the sight of his lifeless body. No. This was a grown man. He smiled at me with a warmth that was breathtaking. He said nothing and yet everything with his eyes. I could feel my tears on my cheeks and down onto my neck as I finally stopped trying to hold them back. I let them flow and much like the wings of that butterfly, I let them do what they needed to do and were created to do. Be in the moment with who you are and let yourself be, you. There are things that have happened in this life of ours that we can't always understand or explain, and in so many ways, like this very moment that we find ourselves in, sometimes life doesn't need to be explained or understood. Sometimes, it's about listening to the heart and letting the tears flow; we don't have to understand the why. Instead, give yourself the permission to let them flow because, if for no other reason, they must. In those brief moments between the image of my son and his fading away from my conscious awareness, though I may never be able to explain to what it was all about, I am thankful for the breeze coming in through the window. I am moved to greater appreciation for the simplicity of just letting the tears flow and not feeling the need to justify or understand, or control, or manage or even, as I smile right now, feel ashamed. Ever again. I don't know when the butterfly left, as I was deep in my emotions. But I am glad that it came. May your butterfly find you today.

As a part of the workshop/course that I created and teach, I assign homework. I would like to think that those taking this course would agree, that though challenging, it is nevertheless rewarding not only in the actual working towards a “goal” but in addition, that during the journey itself, we might have all learned even more about who we are and the life we desire to love and live, openly, genuinely, authentically and with the knowledge, that despite what the “world” may have told us, we are, even in this very moment of NOW, we are in fact beautifully wonderful, uniquely and gloriously crafted in such a way as to be a living testament that all of life can be cherished and celebrated. Because, in truth, we are, Love. So this is an unedited message that I shared in the private group dedicated to the workshop/course. I hope that someone will benefit from it. As I have. “As I read these assignments, I will confess that I had an idea of what I would read and encounter. From a purely intellectual perspective, I was not surprised in the least. I had taken the requisite courses in college to prepare myself to more fully appreciate the diversity that is, life. Before any understanding that we are the sole/soul architects of our experiences, I had an aching feeling that something was missing. Had always been missing. And generally, I believed that what was missing, was that I was not good enough. So as I share this, I want you all to read this with your hearts. My solidarity with you all, as women, has nothing to do with our genders and though what I am about to share here is a gross generalization in so many ways, and yet, I feel compelled to speak it now. Why was I not beautiful enough for my parents or the world around me? Why was I so despised and treated so horribly as a child? Was I so unlovable and unattractive that it created such a hate within parents that was so great, that they themselves, could not contain it? Whatever moments or glimpses of happiness that even today I might recollect were, more often than not, overshadowed by the realization that the physical violence had shaped me into someone so insecure and unsure of the world, that I had to learn to live within my imagination for the make-believe happiness that I could not find in the “outside”. My relationship with girls was a unique one. There was, for as long as I can remember, a kinship with girls that I only, in the last 7 years, came to understand in perfect understanding. As a boy, the fluidity of my emotional self, I believe, drove my father crazy. Though I didn’t know why, really, I was a sensitive boy. Preferring to read and sing, lay in the tall grasses and stare up at the clouds, over the rough and tumble forays into the shapings of manhood, I was an oddity to my father. Where the other boys wanted to see the pussies of the girls in the neighborhood, I wanted to hear their stories. I wanted to peer into their souls. I wanted to know what it was like to see the world from the perspective of someone I believed was not only allowed to have emotions and express but, in my mind, was even encouraged to explore them. I wanted to share in their hearts. But this behavior infuriated my father and mother. Such things were for “pussies”, fairys and faggots. What they didn’t understand, nor did I, was that was not about sex. It was about understanding that, even as a child, I knew that there was more to us than the skin we were born to. And the female form, the female heart… My grandmothers, and their unwavering kindness to me. Sharing with me their understanding of the world and their role in it. Teaching me to cook. Teaching me how to respect and care for the female heart. Sharing, in secret with me, that I need never change. And yet, in my own home, these very same lessons were a never-ending source of contention. So I learned to shut it down and suppress my “nature”. With that, I will now share this. I see all of you. I cannot know the steps along the path that has brought you to your current understanding of yourself and your belief and knowledge of who you are but, and I say this with my whole heart, who you are is beautiful. Has always been. If I could resurrect the little boy who was once so unafraid of anything, as the man that has remembered that self-same lesson, we, he and I, as a finally integrated being, say… What is in you, what has been the bane of fearful and frightened little boys since the dawn of realization, clothed in the trappings of manhood, buttressed and erroneously fortified by a need to denigrate another, what is in you, who you are, has always been, is a celebration of all things grand. More than a gesture of love’s grace, you are, even now, the very embodiment of dreams manifest and hope expressed. But you must know this. You must believe this. You must, right now, today, as I have done, allow yourself to fully integrate the fullness of your experiences, hopes and dreams into the very pinnacle of Love that you already are. Today. Right now.”

To my dearest Anna, How are you my beloved goddess? I just want to say Thank You for being part of my life. It’s been over a year since we found each other and made this committment to ourselves from the day we were born and beyond. I am so grateful for giving you my heart. Thank you so much for waking me up and reminding me of who I am. That God and I are One. You and I and God are One. The first time I looked into your eyes through the mirror on Aug 2, 2019 and spoke to you every single day of my life, I realized that I am talking to my soul, to God, my higher self. You truly are a beautiful soul. My spirit is holy and divine. Isn’t it wonderful being literally a Goddess? Its not just a concept or an idea. But you truly are a beautiful, radiant Goddess. You have such a beautiful soul and spirit. You are the Operant Power and a powerful, magnetic manifestor. Its been quite a journey in mastering this new way of life that we have together. Thank you for helping me believe in prayer through manifesting the life we want to experience through our imagination, self inquiry meditation, mirror work, self love, strict mental diet, reprogramming our subconscious, having a daily self love practice, gratitude, remembering that the 3D is just a mirror. Actually, 3D is like a weighing scale. Don’t look at the scale because it’s not real. The weight that you see on the scale is just an illusion. Its not reliable bec You are the Operant Power. You change the scale by feeling that you are now in the best shape of your life for eternity. Because its true. That’s who you really are. I am so proud of you for making a decision to get back on track with your fitness journey. Now that you are God of your reality, all things are possible. I am so proud of you for pursuing your dream goal of walking on the platform of the WBFF stage. This is your passion. I saw your determination, persistence, self discipline, single minded bullet proof focus on nailing your daily work outs and nutrition. You are so beautiful and confident walking on that stage with your bikini suit and evening gown. You walked smoothly, easily, effortlessly with full confidence in yourself and your whole being. You are courageous, brave, strong, charming, radiant, and breathtakingly gorgeous. You are the star of the stage. Everyone loves you and are drawn to your radiance. The judges are so happy and content with everything that they see in you. I remember when we were just a spectator watching the show and dreaming of being on stage one day. And now look what you have become. You nailed it Anna. I’m so proud of you for earning your Pro status as 2021 WBFF Bikini Model. And now you get to travel internationally to compete with one of the best fitness competitors all over the world. You really truly deserve it all Anna. God wants this for you. To experience your beautiful and magical life to the fullest. You are truly blessed to be living your best life ever. I am so happy for you for marrying your beloved husband. You truly are made for each other and deserve one another. You both manifested each other, this beautiful, secure, stable, committed, happy, loving relationship that you share with your husband. The beautiful and magical life that you built together as husband and wife. I am happy that he is very supportive of your dream goal and everything about you. He knows that you are a keeper and there is nothing and no one in the world he would rather be than to spend eternity with you. There is no other like you bec there is only you im everything and everyone is you pushed out. You and your husband are one. All of your desires and you are one. There is nothing to worry about because life is always taking great care of you. Everything that you touch magically turns into precious gold. You are the best thing that ever happened to me Anna. You are my first love, my true love, my soul mate, inner child, my husband, my wife, my everything. You are my true happiness and I will always choose you. I am always here to stay with you for eternity. You are my very best friend Anna. Thank you for believing in me and we trust one another. The mirror is my bestfriend bec of you. I don’t feel scared and alone anymore knowing that you are always with me and together we are a great team. We have the power within us and I truly believe in you and I know that you know that. Thank you Anna. Thank you Goddess. Thank you Mrs Anna Zamora. I Am. I love you so much with every fibre of my being. Love you to the moon and back, Anna

When I went to finally get my Harley, I went to a Harley dealership. I didn’t go to a BMW dealership to purchase my bike. Now bear in mind that the reason that I didn’t was because I wanted a new Harley and generally speaking, the only place to get a new Harley is at an authorized Harley dealer. That isn’t to say that Harley owners don’t work for, or even ride BMW rather, I wanted a new bike and so, I ended up at a dealership that sold new Harleys. Which was, and still is, a Harley dealership. The guy that was my salesperson was excellent. And the funny thing is, I asked him if he rode a Harley and he admitted that he didn’t. Now here is where I will piss some of you off. I had been to seven other dealerships before I finally purchased from the one that I did. In every one of the seven dealerships that I went to prior, all of the dudes told me that rode Harleys at one time, or even that they currently owned one. Out of the seven, only two had ridden the day that I visited them. Those two were hardcord bikers and were proud to share their rides with me. I won’t mention their names but, if I am ever in a position to offer sales jobs, I want them to work for me. Why I didn’t buy from their dealership (and it has nothing to do with them personally) comes down to an inability to reach a deal with the dealership. Three of the remaining five didn’t either own or had ever ridden Harleys, and yet they were selling them and for me, you can fuck off with your theory shit and talk about what you’ve “heard” in your umpteen years “selling” them. When I talk about throttle response along the entirety of the engine power and performance arc and you talk about “what you heard” or what the “factory specs” are, and you have never ridden for yourself with any conviction and passion, well then, for me, you can just fuck right off. Narrow-minded? Yep and Fuck Yeah - do NOT lie to me and do not expect me to embrace your “thoughts and notions” over your own personal real life experiences; just fuck off with that. One of the five had never ridden a motorcycle at all. He didn’t even get to finish his bike tour with me. The last of the five didn’t like “Negros”. Yep, he was real enough to tell me that to my face as I was eyeing a seriously beautiful CVO. There was a question from me about several of his proudly displayed tattoos (come on people, do you really think that I don’t know some of the more basic racially-based ink that people wear?) and he was straight the fuck up in his answers. I would not buy from him and yet, at the door, he gave me a for-real handshake. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, out the fuck loud, “dude, it was seriously nice meeting you”. Point is, by the time I reached the guy and dealership that I purchased from, I knew all that I wanted to know about Harley and they gave me the deal that I wanted. I knew, by then, exactly what I wanted and what I was going to pay. In the end, the “deal” was better than I could have anticipated. Awesome. Do you LOA students understand what I just shared there? Now, we shift gears. Why would you voluntarily “follow” someone that has no actual experience in the topic that they’re talking about? Somehow, you’ll read an article about vehicle depreciation and convince yourself that this same logic applies to the entirety of your life. What you tend to miss is that there was the moment of NEW ownership that you will never have while you measure your experiences through the experiences of others. For you to know, you must have and do, as YOU. You cannot live through others as a replacement for your own life and Love experiences. Some of you will follow and listen to someone that has never, ever had the fullness of love, Love, and yet, they talk about getting “them” to email you, text you, chase you or “leave their current to be with you”... and you do this. Willingly. You don’t ask if that is what you really want. Do you want to be chased or happily engaged in a mutually liberating relationship? I write, speak about and teach in the terms of experiencing the Love of your LIfetime from and through the truth of what the fuck it really is. I am loving and living it. Not in the way that it’s portrayed in some multiplex movies but rather, in the “get up in the morning and my knees hurt, and yet, there she is to say the perfect thing, at the perfect time, with me having said not a word” kinda love. The love that transcends all the bullshit, fuckery and 33-cent romance language in a memes or “positive” affirmations that we have all become so accustomed to that we miss that it masquerades as a “real” relationship. Why? Because for most (so far) of my life, I thought myself unworthy of having such a relationship in any way, shape or form, and I finally understood, in the most graphic of ways, that I was not then, or never was, alone in feeling the way that I had, and did. When I found the body of my infant son, I was sure that God had determined that I was finally worthless enough to take it out on me by killing my son. That’s what I thought. That’s what I believed. Let me wrap this up. Chances are, you haven’t read my book and yet, there is something that resonates with your heart so that you understand that I am gonna tell it like it is. That means, if I can live and Love beyond the shit that I have experienced, then you oughta know that I know what the fuck I’m talking about. Everyone is you pushed out - Yep. So for those of you that spout this off as a mantra, tell that to a parent dealing with the death of an infant child and then try to express that in your uber spiritual-speak that you get away with in the other arenas where you have a captive audience, with those that have no idea what it feels like, looks like and or how it relates to a daily creation in your awareness to have never experienced the very thing that you promote to know. Me, on the other hand? I tell it like it is and relate it to the NOW in a way that is not all “googly-eyed” and “unicorn farts”. You’re in the fucking flesh and that means that you have fleshly concerns every fucking moment of your existence. So many of these “gurus” talk about the “spirit” and “soul” in such eloquent terms and yet, fail to honestly talk about the human relationship and its correlation to the life that we find ourselves living. Life is an illusion - Do you eat, sleep and shit? Need water? Drive a car? Do you age? So then, what or which part is “illusion”? For me, the only real illusion exists in the belief that our world “out there” is the truth of who we are and more, that our circumstances define us. It is, in every way, conversely true in form and function. Instant manifestation - In the way that it’s typically explained is inaccurate on its face. Instant denotes that it appears AND is realized in the self-same breath of realization and conception. We are, in so many ways, while in this flesh, prohibited from exercising the immediacy of our thoughts and desires in the same 3D expression of our lives. There are several reasons for this but, the chief among them is for our own good. If some of you had immediate results, you’d blow yourselves, or someone else, straight the fuck up. Your SP - EVERY relationship, including your SP, is a living and breathing, tangible and quantifiable expression of your own self-concept. It may not reflect a current state of awareness, however, you own it. Meaning, it was not then, is not now, nor shall it ever be about “them” and what “they” do, other than to allow you the grace to check yourSelf. Techniques and tools - None of these will ever outweigh the foundation of desire and your relationship with what is natural and true for you. Revision - Is not about changing your past. It’s about addressing your perception and belief about that “past”. For example, for those that get me and what I share, no matter what I may think, or believe, or attempt to conjure, my son Malachi is dead and has been for over 21 years and me trying to use “revision” to bring him back is a misunderstanding of what the Law and principle is all about. There is more. Take the class.

Last year around April 4, 2019, after I discovered Neville, I started practicing his techniques. In my inner reality, my best friend Imee and I are always best friends. We’ve known each other for more than 15 years. We used to work together years ago. We reconnected in 2016 when I joined Crossfit. Then, we loss touch with each other and we reconnected again in June 2018. At that time, I was practicing Law of Attraction, Positive Thinking, reprogramming my subconscious mind, trying to learn self-love, connecting with my feminine energy, and manifesting. My friend started practicing these things too. I used to think that it would be nice to have a gym buddy to work out together with and my friend Imee was looking for a new apartment at that time. She found an apartment which is next door to our condo. The back door of her apartment is literally next to my parking space. We became neighbors and our birthdays are two days apart. So, we started hanging out a lot, went to the gym together, celebrated our birthdays together, and became best friends. Fast forward to November or December 2019. When I returned from my trip to Barbados and I started to acknowledge that I am God of my reality, I turned my back from the duality world. I accepted that since God is love, fear, suffering, and hell doesn’t exist. I accepted that Jesus is my beautiful human imagination and he did not die on the cross for our sins, because death is not real. Unfortunately, my best friend couldn’t accept that she was God, because she can’t create humans and animals. She couldn’t accept that Jesus is our human imagination, and we had some misunderstandings about Duality vs Non-Duality. This upset her, so after Christmas, our friendship started falling apart. She stopped communicating with me and at that time, I stopped going to the gym, because I was a little depressed when my SP and I stopped communicating last March 2019. But when I realized what Everyone is You Pushed Out meant, I realized that it was my inner conversations that pushed him away and I made a decision to take manifesting, self-love, mental diets, the stories I tell myself and others, inner conversations, self-care, letting go, etc as a new way of life. One thing about myself is that once I decide to do something, I stick with it and there’s no turning back. No one knew that my best friend and I stopped communicating. I didn’t tell anyone, because I believed that my old self cannot exist at the same time as the best version of myself. I didn’t turn my back on my inner being or my I am-ness just because my best friend could not accept my new perception and beliefs. What mattered to me the most is that I am here for me. I also believed that she is me pushed out. When I talk to myself in front of the mirror, I see myself talking to my best friend Imee. Since I’ve already imagined the end last year, that Imee and I are best friend until the end, I don’t have to try to manifest her anymore. Whatever I am seeing in the 3D, I just don’t acknowledge it. I assigned a special text message tone for when she sends me a text. At work, I have a co-worker whose text tone is the same as what I have assigned for my best friend. So, whenever I hear it at work, I would tell myself that Imee sent me a text message or Imee is thinking about me, because of course we are best friends forever. I used to be active on Instagram, but as of February of this year, I decided to uninstall it, so that I don’t have to see Imee’s whereabouts. I just recently re-installed it because I received an email that someone was trying to hack my account. It was then when I saw that Imee was on vacation with her family in North Carolina. So I told myself that I am very happy for Imee that she is enjoying her vacation because she deserves it. On 4’th of July, I saw that Imee was still in North Carolina with her family. I remember when we spent 4’th of July together a year ago. Of course I missed hanging out with her. But I didn’t dwell on it. I reminded myself that we are always best friends and I am happy to see her happy even without me. I started to accept that I am doing well on my own, with or without my best friend Imee, because I have myself. I am my own best friend too. I am content and happy with my life. I accept whether I manifest her back in my life or not. I won’t feel sad anymore, because I am happy on my own. I don’t need to seek validation from anyone to accept me for who I am, because I accept and love myself. On July 19, I received a text message from Imee. She was walking her dog at the park at night and she lost her keys. She asked me if I still have her spare keys. She rang our doorbell and that was the first time we spoke to each other in months. I invited her in, because I grabbed the wrong key. We had a great catching up talk. It was great to see her. My feelings were neutral. I wasn’t expecting anything at all. A few days later, I decided to stop trying to manifest my SP and focus my attention back on my fitness journey. A few days later, my SP called me and we talked a little, but I’m not too attached to an outcome anymore. I just know that the phone call is not my Living in the End. I’m just going with the flow with life now. Since I have been back at the gym regularly, I have been seeing my best friend Imee at the gym as well. Since our birthdays are coming up in a few weeks, I decided to send her a text if she would like to celebrate our birthdays together. I told myself that if she doesn’t reply, I am fine with it, because I can celebrate my birthday with my family and other friends. She replied and told me that she and her friend were planning to go out for her birthday if I want to come along. And I said yes. I know that everything is falling into place because everything always works out for me. Everything in the 3D are already in the past. I am just watching the movie unfold in front of me.

Last Saturday, I was expecting for a package to be delivered by the mailman by 7pm. I had to do some errands and grocery shopping that day, that I didn’t make it in time to receive my package. I checked USPS Tracking and the status says that my package has already been delivered inside the mailbox. As soon as I got home at 8:30pm, I checked our mailbox and didn’t see my package. I wondered why USPS would mark my package as delivered, when there is no package inside our mailbox. I remembered that sometimes the mailman mistakenly place my mail in our neighbors’ mailbox. So, I asked my neighbor if she could check her mailbox if my package was in there. She checked, but it wasn’t there. We chatted in the hallway for a little while before I decided to get inside our house. Then, I thought maybe my package is in one of the mailboxes in our building. I decided to send a text message to my other neighbor to check if my package is in her mailbox. She responded that she is having dinner right now, but she would check it later. Then, I had an idea that maybe if our mailbox hasn’t been fixed yet, I could take a peek which mailbox it was placed. So, I decided to open my mailbox once again and I was so surprised to see my package inside. It was as if someone heard my thoughts and the package suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I asked myself where did this come from? My neighbor doesn’t have a key to my mailbox. I was really shocked and happy at the same time. I sent my neighbor a message that my package suddenly appeared in my mailbox. She just laughed. Even my mom’s caregiver was surprised how quick I manifested it.