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OMG check out this little sumpin' that happened to me yesterday. I sure learned a valuable lesson in instant manifestation...and how to stop it in its tracks, too:
I was out running a bunch of errands. I pulled into the parking lot of a plaza--and I am not fond of this parking situation, because the rows are so tight. Anyway, there was a spot in the first row, facing the access road (perpendicular with the street), but I thought, "Nah, I won't park there, because it's too tight a squeeze." And I chose a spot across from it. Okay. Did my thing at the first store.
Thought about driving to the next store, but figure I could walk it even though it was effin' freezing out. Went to that store, walked back to my car. Got in, fired it up, backed out SLOOOOWLY. Glanced up and saw a woman trying to cross, so I waved her on and, distracted, tapped the car opposite anyway. What the--? Instant manifestation of fear, anyone? :banghead:
Reparked, got out, checked it out. Looked like just a salt smear from my bumper. Wiped at it. Didn't see any damage. Got back in my car. Felt guilty. Got back out. Looked again. There seemed to be a small dent above the bumper, but I know I didn't cause that, because my bumper was the same height as the other car's bumper. Still, I left a note with my cell phone number and went about my business.
Immediately I started freaking out--what if this other person thought I made the dent? What if they wanted to get the insurance companies involved? What if they were the disreputable sort and even though they knew the dent was already there, they decided to blame me so they could get some money for it? What if what if what if...I started getting all tense and short of breath.
I started to wish I hadn't left a note. On my way out of the plaza, I drove past the car--the note was still there. I thought about taking it off the windshield. Didn't. I started to wonder why I didn't take the first parking space (which would have been next to the car, not opposite). I started to wonder why I didn't drive to the other store--maybe then I wouldn't have hit the car. On and on and on. I started to wish they wouldn't call at all, even though I glanced at my cell phone ever few seconds.
I was overwhelmed by so much fear, it was getting ridiculous. WHY was I so afraid? It was a tiny incident that happened every day. So to get rid of the fear, I asked my guides to help me, and to manifest a better outcome--that there was no damage, and the owner of the other car would be understanding and not shifty like my fear was helping me imagine.
And then my cell phone rang. :banghead:
It was the owner of the other car. An absolutely adorable-sounding grandmotherly type. Who wanted to call to reassure me there was no damage, and to THANK me for doing the right thing.
Negative manifestation averted. Although I think I shaved a couple of years off my life fretting for an hour or two! :crazy:
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