In March of last year, I went through a complete life transformation. I was finally facing my emotions, stress, and traumas with the help of an intuitive coach as part of my healing process. There had been inflammation in my body off and on for years, and I was trying every modality to help me heal. It was finally time to face everything that I had buried deep inside of me to allow for true healing. Now that I was in a position of feeling safe enough to do so, I was finally ready to acknowledge the past and what I had buried to bring to the light, to be seen, alchemized, released, and forgiven. As part of this healing practice, she was also teaching me to create a better life for myself, think more positively, and envision a healthy, abundant future through the power of visualization.
Visualization was quite difficult for me having lived in my head and survival mode most of my life. When you are in survival mode, you are not spending time in the creative or imaginative states; you are simply trying to get by and survive. Now that I was starting to feel safer, it felt as though it was finally the right time to try this. As I was having a difficult time visualizing in my head, she suggested that I try visualizing by writing in a journal.
She asked me to write out what was happening that exact day one year from now and think of the most decadent, abundant, juiciest life I could. Having always wanted a ranch and to be a writer, I started to write out the details of the ranch I was sitting in while writing my latest book. She asked me to write about what it looked like from the inside down to what the walls looked like, the room I was writing from, what I was writing about, and who was with me. I envisioned myself writing my best-selling book with log cabin walls around me and my trusty dog by my side. I was healthy and inflammation-free, out on the ranch, living as an author.
I continued to journal and meditate, but admittedly, I fell out of the habit of writing my year-to-date journal entries. I left the job that had been adding to my stress, continued to release emotions, and moved to a safer home where I could heal, deep in a forest in the mountains. With the healing came more inspiration for writing to help others who may be going through what I was going through.
That winter was especially snowy, in fact, the snowiest on record. Week by week, I would be snowed in for a week at a time. The snowfall was calming and serene, and the forest setting was ideal for healing and writing, but I longed to walk on the earth without feet upon feet of snow underneath. I packed up the car with a week’s worth of supplies and my faithful dog, and we drove south to spend a week in Ojai, California. I thought the sunshine would do both of us some good, and the magic of Ojai could provide additional writing inspiration. We timed our departure between the driveway and street snowplows, and we were safely on our way.
Upon arriving at our Ojai Airbnb casita that evening, it felt nothing like what was advertised, nor did it feel magical. It was difficult to find and get into, and it didn’t feel abundant. As a single woman who had lived in survival mode, I didn’t feel safe. I notified Airbnb and they were kind enough to refund me right away. There I was, now in the dark, without a place to stay, with a packed car and my trusty dog. All that I knew was that I didn’t want to stay in that casita.
I began searching for dog-friendly hotels available that evening, and hopefully for a few nights in a row. I luckily found one that was quite affordable, looked safe, and nice, and said they could extend my stay if I’d like. I drove there directly from the Airbnb, pulled into their parking lot on a dark, rainy night, and checked in with their front desk staff. They couldn’t have been lovelier or more accommodating, and their calmness helped me not only exhale but I let out tears of joy that they had a room available while explaining my earlier situation. I was incredibly relieved that the hotel did not disappoint and that I was met with such lovely staff.
The next morning was met with a downpour of rain. That was just fine by me as we were safe and cozy, and it provided optimal writing conditions. I pulled out the journals that I had packed to help review past notes and provide inspiration for my healing book. But this journal experience was about to be one for the books.
Sitting in that hotel room the next morning, I found myself reading the journal entry I had written in March, which was exactly one year before the exact day. I was reading the journal entry I had envisioned one year prior. I was completely shocked that I had brought that journal with me and happened to be reading it on the day I had written about it. Not only that, but I was also reading the journal entry about writing my book from a ranch while staying at the Ojai Rancho Inn, a magical, ranch-style hotel right in the heart of Ojai. The walls of the hotel were made of logs, there was a writing desk and chairs on a porch, and my trusty dog was by my side, just like I had envisioned a year ago. Additionally, I was healthy and healed, having left the job and the stress behind, and I was now focused on writing my book about my healing journey.
You could have picked my jaw up off the ground. The visualization technique absolutely worked, and I was the proof. I may not have been on a ranch I owned, but I was at a ranch, nonetheless. Through a series of strange events, including a move, a snowstorm, a rainstorm, an Airbnb that I canceled, and finding a dog-friendly hotel the same night in the dark. The universe absolutely works in magical and mysterious ways, and I was living proof of it. It is up to us to visualize what we want in life, take some aligned action, and let the universe do its magic in how it will deliver what we want. Our job is to let go of the how; that is up to the universe.
I will never forget that day when I received concrete proof that visualization and the law of attraction are very real. My book is now finished, I am living in Texas, and I am on my way to owning my ranch—perhaps by this March.