I don’t know if I’m doing something right or if I’m doing something wrong when it comes to manifesting.
For instance, I am a recently converted White Cake Fanatic, and I am always in search of my next wonderfully delicious piece of white cake with white frosting.
Today when I got done getting my back adjusted at the chiropractor’s office, I was offered and accepted a piece of the most delicious white cake I’ve ever had.
It was so good, it was worth putting my back out for. So that should tell you something (I’m not sure what, but if you find out e-mail me).
Being offered white cake unexpectedly like that made me think that maybe I actually manifested it. Or at least my inner sweet tooth did. Which is wonderful and thank you, Universe (Uni) for arranging that.
Then there was the manifestation that happened the other day. 37, (my husband) and I were both in need of a fingernail file.
Of course, there wasn’t a single one to be found so I made a mental note to buy some next time I was out.
I don’t know why I bother making mental notes at all since my mental note system is horribly flawed. I think Peanuts, my brain, must be filing my mental notes using the Dewey Decimal System — which I have always found unnecessarily confusing.
But anyway, the good news is that it turns out I didn’t need my mental note anyway, because I completely manifested a fingernail file all by myself!
For you see within the pages of this 1936 Wear-Ever new method of Cooking booklet I found at the thrift store THE VERY NEXT DAY was a . . . well guess . . . .go ahead guess!
Ok, nevermind I’ll tell you.
A fingernail file! I kid you not (mainly because I don’t even know who you are).
It happened while I was showing 37 the1936 Wear-Ever Cook booklet — and I was pointing out how it looked more like a 1960’s booklet rather than one from 1936, because it was turquoise and space-agity. I should know, as I consider myself a fake expert on the subject.
37 was listening and pretending to be interested when . . . well sir, right then and there in the center of the booklet was a fingernail file!!
(I was even going to end that sentence with three exclamation points but when all is said and done it was only a fingernail file after all — manifested or no.)
Aren’t you absolutely floored that I managed to manifest that fingernail file so quickly and without even really trying? I know! Me too!
Of course, I would have been a teensy more excited about manifesting it, if it didn’t make me slightly sick to my stomach to find a fingernail file in a cookbook. But still . . . I’m manifesting stuff aren’t I? And that’s the important thing.
Until next time. . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
Well at least you didn’t manifest a fingernail.
Why is it that it is so very easy to manifest stuff you don’t really want all THAT much. It’s like, when you file something away in your brain for later (which doesn’t work, my brain simply shreds the file immediately) your brain then notices that very thing you didn’t really care much about and TA DAH it appears. Although the white cake IS a pretty good manifestation considering it was given to you at the doctor’s office.
Perhaps you asked for a NEW fingernail file back in 1936 and it is just taking this long to get back to you through the ever slow portal of the space/time/lifetime continuum (you always have to calculate that in, right!)
Go whitecake, Joy