In 2017, I manifested my dream move to the San Bernardino Mountains of Southern California.

Lakes, pine trees, log cabins, snow-capped mountains, abundant wildlife, solitude, peace, quiet.

When I first arrived, I was living in a small, drafty, unimpressive cabin.

But every day, I walked my dog past a beautiful house that felt like mine.

It sat back on a manicured property, surrounded by oaks & pines—quiet, protected, and inviting.

I would go out of my way to walk past it and imagine what it would be like to live there.

I never saw anyone there, not once.

Then, one afternoon—the same day I had just quit my job and was quietly panicking about money—

I felt the impulse to walk down that street again.

This time, the owner was there, cleaning up the property.

I introduced myself, and we started talking.

Within minutes, he mentioned he was looking for someone to care for the place.

I started the next day. Not long after that, I moved in.

Not only did I end up manifesting living in the house I had admired for months,

but I was now being paid to care for it.

The mountains, the trees, the land, the life—it was the exact dream

I had been rehearsing in my imagination.