How I Manifested a House Despite the Circumstances

I am writing this blog post from the house I manifested against all odds.

I love this house. It has four large bedrooms with a big fenced-in yard, heat and air conditioning, friendly and helpful neighbors, and a beautiful view. The porch is awesome for warm evenings, and there’s a fire pit in the back yard. It’s affordable, and I’m able to live here all on my own with just my pets; I don’t have roommates because I don’t need them in order to pay the bills.

But my life as it is from where I sit at this very moment is drastically different than it was a few weeks before moving in, when I decided that I could and would have a house no matter how impossible it seemed.

I’m a young millennial, like a lot of you might be. The same road blocks seemed to be in my way that likely seem to be in yours. And I had the same limiting beliefs before I finally decided I’d had enough.

This story is a great example of why circumstances don’t matter when you are using the law of attraction or, more appropriately, the law of assumption.

Manifesting a House from Apartment Life

About two years ago, I lived the apartment life. I lived with my partner at the time and a couple of cats in the tiniest little one-bedroom apartment that was sucking roughly $1500 out of our bank accounts every month. It was paycheck-to-paycheck back then (but how I manifested a healthier financial situation is a story for another post) and I absolutely hated it.

I suppose it was a step up from living at home with my parents, but sometimes it really didn’t feel like it.

My upstairs neighbors had frequent domestic disputes that sometimes sounded violent; I’d called the police on them, as had other neighbors, multiple times, and some neighbors had even moved out as a direct result of them. I lived right underneath, and heard every stomp and yell.

Maintenance was inconsistent at best, and broken or damaged parts of the apartment were usually on us to fix if we wanted it done reasonably quick. One time, the tiny washer-dryer (in a cramped narrow closet in the bathroom) shredded up my only good comforter because of a broken piece, and I had to start doing my laundry without the agitator or take it to a laundromat.

And management? A good example of how they treated their tenants was how one winter, they didn’t do any snow preparation, and so much snow piled up that the carports started to fall and damage the cars underneath. Their response was to raise the optional $5 parking fee to $35, and make it mandatory for all residents. This was after their lack of a decent snow response kept me from getting to work after all the other roads were safe.

Just…needless to say, I quickly grew to hate that place. But honestly, in the area that I lived in, I’d lose more money moving than I could ever hope to make back from finding a cheaper or better rental.

I felt stuck.

The House in My Mind

Early into my journey as a conscious creator, I started learning about Neville Goddard and decided that somehow, and I didn’t know how, I was going to be living in a house that was perfect for me and my partner.

Broke, barely any savings, unmarried, and with a just-okay credit score, I was going to get that house somehow.

I dreamed of buying a house almost every day. I looked at online listings and downloaded real estate apps. I took virtual tours and looked at pictures of the houses for sale in my area.

I started a savings, measly as it was. I tried manifesting money, and got a few lump sums over the next several weeks. I squirreled away what I could, and nicknamed the savings account “house fund.” I did the math of what a down payment and closing costs would be; it seemed inaccessible, but I didn’t worry about it. I just kept making the moves I could towards the goal.

And I imagined the house constantly. I specifically imagined the door. It opened into a landing that led to an upstairs and a downstairs. At the time I imagined that a pair of my friends lived in the downstairs portion, because at the time I’d thought it was the only way to be able to afford the monthly payments on a mortgage.

I also imagined the bay window in the kitchen which overlooked the neighborhood. I imagined having a big space to cook and do all the activities that I couldn’t do in my apartment. I harnessed that feeling of spaciousness.

Sometimes I looked at the understandably pessimistic view on houses held by many of my young peers, and the house felt so out of reach. Saving enough for a down payment? Closing costs? Getting a mortgage? And even then, with houses being as expensive as they were, would it even be worth to buy the kind of house I could afford?

But I blocked those thoughts as much as possible, and focused on the feeling of having the house. The feeling of living there, and waking up satisfied in my surroundings. I planned out how I’d make it mine, and what I’d do with the extra space.

I told my partner, “Let’s try to save some money, and start house hunting in October.”

Putting a casual timeline on it made me feel like the goal was more concrete, and that it was more of a sure thing to begin the process.

Manifestations Don’t Always Come How You Think They Will

I’ll spoil the surprise a little. I didn’t buy a house. (Or, I haven’t bought a house, yet.)

My house came to me in an unexpected way.

A little while after deciding that I would certainly have a house, I made some new friends online who lived about an hour away from where my apartment was. I started going out every now and then to visit and enjoy their company at a home that belonged to one of my new friends.

It was a lovely house they lived in. Wonderful view, spacious, and comfortable. Part of me was quite jealous that they had such a lovely place to themselves, but I persisted in imagining my own house that I’d surely have one day.

After a few weeks, my new friend with the lovely house mentioned that he was going to be buying a second house so that he and his wife could expand their family. He planned on keeping the first house and renting it out to friends for barely more than the cost of the mortgage.

I was resistant to accept this version of the manifestation because my goal was to own a house. But after some persuading from my friend, my partner and I decided to move in to one of the bedrooms for less than half of what we paid at my apartment.

As we prepared to move, I kept faith that we would either have the house to ourselves, or live with another pair of friends I’d had in mind. I asked the pair of friends if they wanted to move from the start, and they declined. I kept faith regardless that it was all going to work out.

My partner and I moved into an empty house in October, the month I’d originally set as our start to house hunting.

My friend (now also landlord) mentioned that we could either rent the one bedroom for a few hundred dollars, or the entire house and manage subletting for a couple hundred more than what our apartment had cost.

In blind faith, I finally approached my friend to ask about switching to rent the whole house. I decided that I would look for tenants for other bedrooms if it came to it, but I would let the bridge of events come through.

My partner and I got a call a few weeks after moving in. It was the friends I’d imagined living downstairs in my visions.

They asked if the offer was still available, and came out to see the house. They decided to rent the downstairs portion from us, giving us access to the house while still paying far less than our apartment costed. A few roadblocks came up that all mysteriously resolved themselves to allow for my friends to move in unencumbered.

Just a couple months after deciding to have a house, I was living in the house I’d imagined. The door that opened into a staircase landing, the bay window, and the exact friends living in the downstairs area.

The Manifestation Epilogue

There’s a valuable part two to this story to explain how I built on this manifestation to be able to afford the full rent for the entire house all by myself and how circumstances shifted to get me to my now-realized dream of comfortably living here alone.

That part two is available in my post, How I Tripled My Income with the Law of Assumption.

But for now, this story is a really helpful example of how trust beats circumstances every single time. So many things shifted to bring the exact version of my living situation I’d imagined and assumed. None of the circumstances – being poor, not having enough savings for a down payment, or even knowing where to start – mattered.

All that mattered to bring an idea into reality was trust that it was already mine.