Hi Internet.
Today I’m going to talk about one of my favorite subjects: manifestation.
You could call me Agent Mulder when it comes to this concept. I want to believe. I really, really want to believe. In fact, I have believed, for many years, in this concept.
But, like my X-Files compatriot, I also have a brain. A brain that likes logic, and truth, and concrete answers–and I’m even willing to accept answers that defy the laws we know.
Even now, as I type this, the little voice in my head that wants to believe is yelling at me.
That’s just your ego talking! If you don’t believe, you won’t receive!
And I listened to that voice for a long time. I’ve listened to that voice for several years now, in fact. Now let me tell you what I believe my life is.
I’m a bestselling writer, living in a comfortable country home. I can afford to have another child, and I enjoy watching my children play from my home library, where I write all my books. Success is a constant in my life, and I am gifted with amazing opportunities to travel and see the world while touring for my next novel. I see my family often, even though they live far away. We can handle any kind of crisis, because money is not an issue. In fact, I am able to help others, because I am in a position of wealth, and it’s the right thing to do. Hooray for me!
Now doesn’t that sound nice? It’s been my mantra for years now, since before I landed a book deal (obviously I made that happen with positive thinking, right? Just took ten years). Now let’s take a look at what my life has been like outside of that magical thinking, shall we?
I’ve been stuck in a dead end job for years, with a Masters degree and a tiny salary that is putting us deeper in the hole every day. My husband has been chewing on one side of his mouth for two years because we can’t afford the dental surgery he needs, even with insurance. In fact, said insurance would cost thousands of dollars to even consider having another child, so that’s out. I haven’t seen my nieces in three years, because flying costs time and money, neither of which I have. While my book was published, it’s currently number 2,601,387 on the Amazon bestseller list, because when I told the universe that Paulo Coehlo would retweet it for a little dish of instant overnight success, the message never got through. No one seems to want to hire me as a full time writer because I don’t have a degree in communications, and I can’t afford to go back and get one now. So here we are.
Now, if you’re an LOA person, you’re going to tell me that I just don’t believe enough, and that’s why my dream life hasn’t arrived. When I don’t buy that, you’ll tell me its divine timing. But those two concepts are mutually exclusive. One cannot exist if the other exists. You can’t tell me that I can make anything happen by believing and feeling and in the same breath tell me it didn’t happen because it just wasn’t the right time. According to the manifestation theory, the right time is when I say it is, because I believe it and that’s what’s up.
So are we allowed to compare this new spirituality to religion yet, in that it is our opiate? We want so badly to believe we have some control over our lives; that we have a say in how we’ll escape the meaningless rat race struggle. And then there’s the kicker: You Don’t. That millionaire who tells you he manifested his wealth through positive intentions and believing? That’s a lie. He got where he is through hard work and luck. Being in the right place at the right time. Meeting the right person. Being seen in the right light. All of these are outside factors that influenced that person’s success, but now he believes that he has control over his life because he thought about what he wanted and it actually happened. How many people have put in the same amount of work, have the same intelligence level and belief, that are struggling to get by because they didn’t get that lucky break?
By now you’re probably saying, oh look at this bitter old lady ranting about her first world problems like a big old millennial baby. I succeeded at life, so obviously everyone can, and I made it happen.
To that I reply, good for you buddy. You made it. I hope to be where you are someday. If I do, it will be because somehow this entry got picked up by the right person and went viral, which is it’s own fun internet lottery full of gifts and curses. When that happens, I will not believe that me thinking it into existence was the reason. I’m too tired to believe that anymore. If you want to think positively, that’s fine. That’s good. I’m so on board with the power of positivity to get people to achieve their goals. Let’s just stop encouraging this magical thinking and play pretend world that gives false hope to the populace at large. We are not all going to be millionaires. We are not all going to win the lottery, no matter how much we believe and feel it. How about, instead…
Believe in yourself. You might make it, or you might not. If you don’t, don’t beat yourself for not believing enough. That’s stupid. Just keep trying. There’s hope in that, too. If you give up, there’s nothing to hope for. The day that I think my dream life into existence, I will come back to reevaluate being the rich person who convinces everyone this concept works.
Until then, here we are–the unmanifested. Hear us roar, in frustration, because we bought into a concept that isn’t actually true. And waking from the dream really, really sucks.