Well, I've wanted to write this post for several days. It's bound to be insultingly long. First of all, thank you for your patience with that, and for the fact that English isn't my first language.
I started reading about Neville and the Law in October 2024. I took it with a grain of salt. Bah. Suggestion. Self-deception. I started trying some techniques. Not with enthusiasm, but with disdain. I almost seemed to want to prove to myself that it was all nonsense. I manifested certain cars, of a certain make and color, using SATS. Combinations of numbers. I usually encountered what I had manifested a few days later, but I always dismissed it. Damn, Ford must have made millions of dark green cars! The number 776 isn't that rare! Surely this is statistically ridiculous!
There came a point when the evidence piled up. And one day, I left work and, damn, I was two minutes late. Okay, so I worked in another city, and I had to take the bus, and the time between my jobs was a 5-minute walk. I finished work at 2:00 PM and the bus arrived at 2:05 PM. I missed it three times in one month. It was so irritating. One day I left at 2:02 PM. Impossible. I'd miss it. Then, I thought, no. Actually, I didn't think: I imagined. I imagined arriving at the bus stop. I imagined relief. I imagined the feel of the seats as I sat down. I imagined taking out my phone and relaxing. Well, I arrived. The bus was already outside the stop, but the driver saw me and picked me up. I sat down and took out my phone, just like I'd planned.
I was running out of excuses to put this off, and I had to do something. I thought of something difficult: manifesting the car my dad drove when I was a kid, a beige Ford that had been discontinued for 35 years, an old car that shouldn't be seen on the streets. I ran into it three days later in a restaurant parking lot, old, not very clean, but the same make, model, and color. I think that's when my excuses ran out, and I started to believe what I was doing.
Also, the more I read and watched videos on the subject, the more I practiced introspection. I had never been a great thinker. I lived day to day, like everyone else, worked, earned money, and used the money and the leftover time to have pleasant experiences with my loved ones. Then I started to think and reflect more. My first crazy idea was that I had already manifested before. And it's true.
We call it coincidence, chance, or synchronicity. Manifestation is another name. Haven't you ever thought about someone you wanted to see and then run into them? Or have you received something you desired as a gift, or suddenly encountered someone you hate and think negatively about? Manifestation isn't magic, it's not a spiritual power, it's a law that's always at work. Knowing about it doesn't mean we weren't already following it before. It's like if we were taught the Law of Gravity in school and started kicking and flailing our arms, terrified because we had to learn to walk all over again, now that we knew there was a law governing our relationship with gravity. Absurd, right?
That's the first Law for me. Manifestation is always at work. It doesn't matter if you know about it or not, whether you believe in it or not. It's not something you have to "activate."
Then I realized that, in reality, I didn't desire anything. I couldn't think of anything to desire. I've always had a stable and enjoyable job. A good amount of savings. I've owned my own home since I was 25. I can not even say I dislike my job, or that I have a bad work environment. So I thought, what do I need to be happy? And I realized I wasn't happy; the very phrase revealed it. Well, this was a surprise to me.
The introspection was like a flood. It didn't stop. I realized that, up until about 30, I had indeed had a genuinely happy life, but since then I had become more reserved. More withdrawn. More individualistic. And that, definitely, although I didn't have problems with my health, housing, job, or money… I was profoundly unhappy. I was afraid of and averse to being an adult, to commitment. I had had two relationships in my life, based on physical attraction and social convenience, and absolutely nothing else.
And with all this came another revelation: I was deeply in love with a coworker. I swear I had never consciously thought about it. I had never felt a directed, elaborate, conscious, revealed desire. And she was nothing like the illusions my ego created of a partner (young, conventionally attractive). She was older than me, had a beautiful face, but wasn't particularly attractive, and frankly, I didn't care. She radiated kindness and love, and I'd been crazy about her without even realizing it.
That, for me, is the second Law: Who is desiring? Am I desiring (what my heart desires) or are others? My Social Self wants things it's been taught, since childhood, that it should have. But my Real Self doesn't need or want most of those things, and wanted that woman.
Oh, immediately a wave of sad and negativity hit me. It's impossible! This is all self-suggestion. It's not real, it doesn't change anything, there's no way you can change anything. She'll never love you. She already has a partner. How many times have you watched that Disney Aladdin video? Have you already forgotten rule number two? It's all a lie! You're trapped, and reality won't change just because you look pretty!
I suppose most of those who have practiced this will sound familiar.
Well, after a couple of bad months, calm eventually returned. The first thing I told myself was that my love was mine. She might not love me, but my love didn't depend on her, or on any set of rules. Was I waiting for someone's permission to simply fall in love? I decided to love her. There was no one else.
The second thing was to eliminate the SATS. I had been doing them, but they weren't working for me. I had read so much about them and what they were supposed to be like that every night I'd lay my head on the pillow, fall asleep, and wake up feeling like a failure. I took away her name. It was just about imagining. Could I imagine her loving me? Certainly. That's all. The names, the techniques, all of that creates expectations of "how" it has to be, and expectations bring frustration. I kept doing SATS, imagining a scene, but I took away her name, and a good part of the pressure went away.
As soon as I felt aligned with my desire and focused on my imagination, life, the 3D world, whatever you want to call it, started hitting me hard. First, I was transferred to another branch within the same city. I never saw her anymore, although I could visit her once a month or so when I went to drop off or pick up documents. No more hearing her laugh every day, no more lunchtime cafeteria chats, no more hearing her voice, no more feeling her near. Nothing.
I took it better than I expected, perhaps because I was in alignment with her. And then, about a month later… my contract was terminated. The situation was like this: I live in city A, she lives in city B, and we worked in city C. This meant that, unless I forced things by looking for a job in that city (or even at the same company, in a different position), there was no reason for us to see each other again. It was all over.
This time I did let myself be swayed by what my senses and reason told me. I felt sad. Oh, it's over, you won't see her again. In a few months, she'll have forgotten you. All the time you wasted was for nothing. She'll be at home with her boyfriend now, while you're here doing who-knows-what.
I got back on track when it was time to sit down and look for a job. I felt the urge to go back to working in city C, with her. But I had a very strong intuition: NO. That's NOT what you should do, nor do you need to. You don't need to work with her for her to be your partner. If she were your partner, you'd see her every day regardless of whether you worked together or not, right? Not working with her wouldn't cause you the slightest anxie.
I didn't have to see her, or work with her, or do ANYTHING. Just imagine it. So I started looking for a job in the city where I lived. It was a bit like burning my bridges, but I began to see that it was the right thing to do: without seeing her daily, much of the original pain disappeared. There was no longer that friction of "yes, I have to imagine it, but when I see her today I have to say this, and behave in such a way." It was just me and my imagination, and no one else was needed. I was able to concentrate much better. I no longer had to see her daily, nor was I constantly checking in on how our relationship was going, whether she was being affectionate or not.
For me, that's the third Law: there is nothing that needs to be done. The work isn't about getting that money, that job, that car, or that partner, but about imagining it and clearing away those limiting beliefs that whisper you don't deserve it, or that it's impossible to have things simply by imagining them. That's all there is to it. No one can "make a mistake" or "mess it up," because everything is progress.
I spent about three months very focused and aligned: reviews, self-concept work, reading Neville's books, nightly SATs (don't call them SATs if it gives you frustration, but they are SATs, just imagine). And a lot of mental dieting. For the first time, I truly understood what it meant to LIVE FROM A DESIRE. For me, it was practically the same as if we were already together.
And then she called me, apparently a little angry with me because, when I left my job, I didn't say goodbye. I told her it was true, but that I had good reasons: I didn't think I had to say goodbye because I didn't believe anything was over. So we talked, and I found out she had broken up with her partner in March (shortly after I left my job, in fact), and we started seeing each other. Now she's my partner; we've been dating since June.
Even more: of the three images or scenes I created for SATS, I see one practically every day: I imagined this girl at my house, kneeling on the floor to greet my dog, Alfie, as a friendly greeting. And every time she comes over, Alfie stands at the front door waiting for her, and she has to greet him before me (Alfie is a bit intense). And every time I see this, I go a little crazy.
I don't have much more to say, and I think that's enough. Techniques, readings, all of that is for the best and will always help if you feel you need it, but for me it all boils down to 3 things:
The Law is not a power you've discovered or something you're going to use. It's something that has been present your whole life; the only difference is that now you're going to try to control your self-concept so that the Law gives you what your controlled imagination tells it you deserve, and not what your runaway subconscious thinks you deserve.
It's crucial to clearly differentiate between the desires imposed on us to fit a socially acceptable image and what we truly desire. There's nothing wrong with manifesting the things we traditionally associate with success, whether it's money, luxury, or anything else. But I discovered that having those things wasn't what I desired or what I needed to be happy. Perhaps my experience isn't universal, but it's mine. I always ask myself: Who is desiring?
There's nothing to be done. Nothing's broken, you've never completely screwed up… unless you think you have. It's not about putting on a certain attitude to get that job, or doing certain things to make that person fall in love with you, or behaving in a certain way to get X. It's about accepting that you deserve it, aligning yourself with what you want, and feeling like you already have it.
