Sometimes I like to share stories from Reddit, especially when they have something to do with personal development. Even when they’re the “woo-woo” type, like Neville Goddard type content.That’s why when I saw the question posted below, I had to share. You may think my story is simply a coincidence, and I’d say, “God speaks to us in coincidences.
So enjoy the story, and if you’d like to read the original, with other readers’ answers to u/glamoutfit’s question, here’s the link:
https://www.reddit.com/r/NevilleGoddard/s/JdbJzrC8JB
And here’s the user’s question:
What is the most outrageous thing you manifested for and it came true
What is the most outrageous thing you manifested for and it came true? I’d to hear others’ success stories, especially ones that made you really believe in “the law”
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Once, I had a crush on a girl from church. She showed interest in me, and I was really into her, but because I’m black, she’s white, and it was Georgia in the mid-80s, I expected nothing to come of it.
Lo and behold, one morning I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, and it was her.
To say I was stoked was an understatement. We talked for about half an hour, maybe 45 minutes, and hung up, with her promising to call back.At this time, I’d never heard of Neville Goddard, much less LOA or anything of that nature. Since I had no idea when she would call back, all I could do was work on what I would say when she did.
So that’s what I did.
For the next week or so, when I woke up, I would lie there in bed and rehearse what I thought our conversation would be like. I did the same when I went to sleep. By the end of that week, I knew exactly what I’d say to her when she finally called. If she said this, I would say that. She would probably say something like that if I said something like this. I had rehearsed a whole conversation, knowing EXACTLY what to say, except for one thing.
See, I had no idea how to get past the interracial relationship thing. The church we attended was predominantly white. There were only two black people: me and another girl. I attended the church because my next-door neighbors had invited me to Summer Vacation Bible School. I enjoyed myself so much that I decided to keep going to church after SVBS was over.While the church members treated me kindly, I wasn’t about to put myself in danger by asking one of their daughters out on a date, so as I rehearsed my mock conversation, I put the imaginary responsibility of admitting romantic interest squarely on her shoulders.
However, I had trouble figuring out what she would say or how she would say it, so in my imagination, I would have her say one thing, then, not being happy with how it was coming out of her imaginary mouth, would change the statement mid-sentence. So it would come out something like this…
“Have you ever… Would you ev–… What do you think about blacks… I’m white, you’re… What’s your opinion on interracial… relationships…?
“Something like that, anyways. The point is that while I could suss out what to say and what she would probably say, that one part of the conversation just never sounded right in my head.
Whatever.
Frankly, I wasn’t sure I even expected her to call. All I could do was fantasize about an imaginary conversation that may not even happen.
But call she did. Again, I woke up to the sound of the telephone. Again, it was her, and this time, everything I rehearsed prepared me from the start to have a fun, flirty conversation with her.
But here’s the thing. That part that I hadn’t been able to articulate, even in my imagination? She spoke that same unarticulated passage. She said it word for word in real life. Word. For. Word. I couldn’t believe my ears.
Keep in mind that I knew nothing of Neville Goddard… I had never heard of Rhonda Byrne or Joseph Murphy. You may say that my story is a coincidence, and I’d reply that God speaks to us in coincidences.Jeez, Louise, this was a long one. If you made it this far, I congratulate you. I hope it wasn’t too boring for you.