Sometimes life shifts so abruptly that you’re left standing in the aftermath, questioning everything. That’s how it felt on 11 March when I lost a childhood friend. I already knew about manifestation, but I had never intentionally practiced it — not until that day. Grief cracked me open, forcing me to look inward and question my thoughts, my relationships, and the way I navigated the world. It was during that soul-deep introspection that manifestation became something more than just a concept. It became a lifeline.

To be honest, it wasn’t an overnight miracle. Many things I have hoped for still haven’t unfolded in my favour. Yet, there are moments – unmistakable glimmers that confirm to me that I am not walking alone. God is listening. The universe is listening. For example, I remember feeling cash-strapped just a couple of weeks ago, yet carrying on as though everything was fine. I affirmed to myself, over and over, that I would never go without. Then, out of the blue, I won £100. It wasn’t the millions I might have envisioned, but it was a sign — a whisper reminding me that I am supported. Manifestation works not just because of the big wins, but because of the small, serendipitous moments that show you are heard.

Manifestation is both wild and tender. It is the art of whispering your deepest desires into the universe with the faith that they will echo back to you — not as carbon copies, but as fragments of proof that you are seen, heard, and held. Sometimes, it feels like casting dreams into the dark, unsure of what will return, yet daring to believe that light will find you.

The couple from L is for Liminal comes to mind. They knew each other a couple of decades prior when they were both attached elsewhere. At the time, they barely noticed each other. Their interactions, few and far between, were strictly platonic. Then, at a mutual friend’s party years later, they found themselves alone in the garden, both nursing drinks, and both reflecting on life’s unexpected turns. The conversation began as a casual catch-up but soon slipped into something much deeper — a shared reflection on missed chances and lives lived cautiously.

The woman had been intentionally manifesting deeper connections for some time — repeating affirmations, creating space for authenticity, and letting go of surface-level interactions. The man, however, had not consciously been manifesting anything — but looking back, he realised he had been craving something more, even if he never put it into words. It was as if she had sent a signal to the universe, and somehow, he had been unknowingly tuned to the same frequency.

In that moment, it was as if they saw each other for the first time — not as the people they once were, but as individuals who had grown, changed, and found themselves in a liminal space where old stories were shed, and new possibilities emerged. It was as if they had manifested each other at just the right moment — not when they were younger and bound by old commitments, but now, as versions of themselves who understood the weight of time and the importance of second chances.

Manifestation is often seen as magical, but in truth, it’s deeply practical. It is choosing to believe, even when reality feels contrary. It is carrying yourself with confidence despite the doubts, speaking words of abundance despite the lack, and welcoming love when it comes, even if it arrives unexpectedly at a party you almost didn’t attend.

We breathe our lives into existence, one affirmation, one hope, one desire at a time. Perhaps that’s the greatest manifestation of all — the willingness to stay open to possibilities, even when they feel just beyond reach.

Do you believe in manifestations and affirmations? What are you currently manifesting? Would you like to know more about the couple next week in N? Maybe we’ll explore N for New Beginnings…

‘See’ you next week.

Sally Chiwuzie
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