One day I was heading to the gas station.
There are several in a row, because we live near an interstate, and I always go the the third. Once in a great while, I go to the fifth.
So, I was heading to the gas station this day, last year, and as I passed the first and second station, I noted that their gas was $2.59 per gallon. I said to myself, “I’d prefer to pay $2.53,” and I immediately saw the $2.53 sign in my mind, just as an illustration to go with the thought.
I drove the quarter mile to the third station and would you believe that gas THERE was $2.53 per gallon. I was completely stunned because I hadn’t been trying to do that. It was just a passing thought. A request to pay less disguised in the stating of a preference.
Whenever I head to the gas station from home, this incident almost ALWAYS crosses my mind. It was so amazing. I don’t know if I created it or if I saw it psychically before I got there, but either way it was very cool and it makes me high every time I revisit the memory.
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I’m going to preface this story by saying;
My boys were off school Monday and Michael went to his friends house. I drove him there and he commented on how low my gas gauge was. I’d intended to get gas on my way to pick him up, but he ended up calling early due to a little disruption there, so I went to get him unexpectedly, and forgot about the gas. Upon returning home, my gauge was so low, I was just hoping I’d make it to the gas station when I left again.
Yesterday, I left. I got in my van and remembered that I desperately needed gas. As I pulled down the driveway, I thought, “I need to make it to the gas station. Please help me remain in peace.” (That last part is from the book I’m reading! Review tomorrow!)
I didn’t even acknowledge the price at station one and two. Station three said $3.22, and my eyes boggled! It had been only $3.05 the day before! I decided at that split second to drive a mile down the road to station five. They’re usually the same or a cent or two less.
I pulled in to see a guy outside with a long stick, changing the price on the huge sign out front. I didn’t know how much it was, but it said $3.1- so far, so I knew it was at least in the teens.
The pumps were full, but as I drove up, one right in front of me opened up as though magickally, so I parked next to my pump and got out. I reached up to swipe my credit card and looked right at the price per gallon, digital read on the pump.
$3.07
I looked over at the guy at the sign with the long stick. He’d completed this side of the sign and moved on to the other side. The sign now read, $3.19.
“Holy crap!” I thought, and hurriedly swiped my card to get the transaction going so the pump would be turned on. As I stood there waiting for authorization, the sign guy walked back across the parking lot and into the store.
I watched the pump in anticipation, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Authorized! Remove nozzle, select grade, begin pumping.
I jumped up in the air and did a jiggy dance right there next to my van. I decided at that moment to fill my tank instead of just the $10 I’d intended to put in it.
I no sooner got the nozzle in my van and the gas flowing through it when a voice came over the intercom to tell the woman right next to me that the pumps were being reset and she’d have to wait a moment.
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Here’s what I learned.
Whenever I remember that awesome day I saved six cents at the pump and predicted the exact price, it amps up my vibe and creates wonderful energy. I always feel good and extra-specially glowy when I daydream about past manifestations and evidence of my connection to God.
I often accompany my thoughts of that day with, “That was so awesome. I wish that would happen again,” but it was so fantastic, I couldn’t really imagine it happening again. And besides, that’s not only a fantastical request, it’s awfully specific.
I think what happened this time is…
I actually expressed a request. I needed to get to a gas station, and I was worried I wouldn’t make it. I said, “I need to get to a gas station. Please help me stay in peace.”
All wrapped up in that was a request to reach my destination, in perfect order, in divine timing, while helping me to remain in perfect peace with all of it. I think it was the peace part that did it, because I didn’t feel peace when I saw the $3.22.
But after the request in my driveway, I entertained my past manifestation as usual, which made me smile, as usual.
So, I’m thinking it was the request followed by the good vibes. And I let it go. I mean, I REALLY let it go. Once I pulled out of my driveway, all thoughts of worry were gone. It’s funny though. I didn’t release my worry consciously. As a matter of fact, as I’m sitting here replaying it all in my mind as I write it down, I just realized that I didn’t give another thought to running out of gas.
It’s like my mind was in peace the moment I asked for it to be… Wow, that’s kinda… wow. And it happened so seamlessly that I didn’t even consciously realize it had happened.
I guess I learned some more while writing what I learned before.
How’s that for poetic rumination.
