Manifesting Money
And working for it too.
I wake at dawn, boil water for my French press, then sit cross legged on the sofa. Once the lucky candle is lit and the soft grey tendrils of Palo Santo twirl towards the ceiling, I pull out my journal and write down all the ways in which I’m grateful. Then I future script everything I want to happen today and this week, as if it already happened. And then I write down how grateful I am for all of that.
I say a little abundance prayer. Well, it’s actually kind of long and if I mess up I have to go back to the beginning and start over. Then I directly call upon my angels and my ancestors; Auntie Tawn and the grandmas that I had tenuous relationships with when they were on earth, but now that they’re in the sky, I feel certain they have my back. My grandfathers that I never met. Auntie Anita. My childhood dog, Chester and cat, Max.
Not my bird, Charlie because I accidentally murdered him, but hopefully he’s forgiven me. My spirit guide—the giant lizard this psychic told me I’ve had with me for centuries, in many lifetimes. All the archangels. Sky daddy God, even though I don’t fully believe in such things, but better safe than sorry. The universe. The stars and moon and sun. The divine mother. And of course, Oprah.
Then I do my Transcendental Meditation, where I effortlessly focus on my mantra and let it all go. Afterwards, I step outside and take in the rays of the sun, which has now fully risen. I name three things I’m proud of myself for. This is a ritual that a witch taught me. My mother’s critical voice had been stuck in my mind, not allowing me to celebrate any aspect of self, just criticize, criticize, criticize. So now I must be good to that inner child. I return indoors and sink to my knees before my altar, draw three tarot cards, and rub crystals all over my naked body. Little Holly needs this.
I do my living room exercises, a series of push-ups my boyfriend taught me, and some ab stuff. Then, a four mile walk around my hilly neighborhood. In the shower, I say more prayers because water is a conduit to the manifestation overlords. Once I’m feeling all fresh, I need to have sex with my boyfriend—for the magical properties of course.
