I manifested a house.

Before we get to the house.

Before we get to the house, I want to preface: I am on a spiritual journey, a self-improvement journey… all journeys wrapped into one.

Welcome.

My journey started earlier this year with two powerful words: Fuck It. Honestly, I believe there should be a point in everyone’s life when you finally say, “Fuck it.” Fuck it to society and its pressures. Fuck it to trying to be everything to everybody. Fuck it to the universe.

But when you strip all of the assumed expectations (Fuck Its) away, you are left empty. You are empty and yearning to be filled with new knowledge. I felt as though all the knowledge I have consumed over the years was wrong. Organized religion, the importance of social status, the necessity of having an education and being worldly. It was all A. Load. Of. Shit.

But believe you me, being empty is not for the weak. This is why so few throw in the Fuck It towel and continue to live their lives based on societal norms. This is why 60 year olds are still “Trying to keep up with the Jones’".

I didn’t care how hard my journey was going to be. I knew there is so much more out there. I was ready. I said, “Fuck It.”

I started reading every woo woo book out there. Neville Goddard, Napoleon Hill, Bob Proctor, and Wayne Dyer to name a few. Even Elizabeth Gilbert wrote a phenomenal book called Big Magic. When she said that ideas float around to find a host, I was hooked.

Now, I am formulating my own opinion, taking bits and pieces of every book I read and slowly filling myself with new (to me) knowledge.

This is where manifestation comes in.

The house.

I never realized it until recently, but I have been manifesting for years. But since my manifestations were disorganized, I got the knock-off version of them. Or the AI version when you ask it to make a video without a solid prompt. Side note: Asking AI to make a dancing cat video is hilarious.

I got the farm I wanted, but I had to endure a shitty husband. I got the grand prix show jumping horse, but she would never win at the higher levels. I got the yellow convertible, but I never was specific to the make and model, so I ended up with a land yacht. I got the engagement ring, but it was a fake sapphire. Literally endless examples of “manifestations gone wrong.”

Through my journey, I have learned you must me wildly specific with your manifesting in order to get what you really want.

I decided I wanted to manifest a house which I could live in the rest of my life. A modern style house with lots of glass and lots of color. Three bedrooms, an office, a small pool. Kitchen, living, and dining all together in one room, a kitchen island, a few steps leading to the front door, a solid wooden front door, an courtyard in the back with a dining and living area. A walk-in closet to get to the bathroom in the master bedroom. I didn’t picture wood floors, but some type of heated floor. Finally, I wanted to live in East Nashville and near a place I can safely go biking every day.

I manifested myself walking through this house, making my tea in the morning. Sitting on a sheepskin rug outside and meditating. I pictured my office at the front of the house. I imagined myself walking into my office, sitting at my desk and looking over my schedule for the day. I imagined seeing my son sitting on the couch while I was in the kitchen watching my fiance prepare breakfast. I am being as wildly specific as possible. I even tried hearing the sounds of the water, the birds chirpping and hearing the leaves of the tropical plants outside as they move in the breeze.

Four days into this manifestation… this house presents itself. I shit you not. The similarities to my manifestation is uncanny. There are slight differences, but 95% of what I visioned make up this house. And it is definitely not a knock-off version.

If you want to see my manifestation: 1807 Lakehurst Drive

If you want to see the painting I bought for this house, before my manifestation: Ernest

And here is my 1800s Navajo Blanket I bought before I started manifesting that is made for this house.

Navajo Blanket made for the Ziggurat House.

The Caveat.

I don’t have $3,000,000. Not yet.

But manifestation doesn’t need to make sense. You don’t need to have the how figured out, you just need the end result. The universe will provide everything else. I am totally prepared for a long lost relative to send me $3,000,000 for no other reason than they wanted to. And I promise, when I receive this money, I will buy this house.

So hear me now, I am putting this out into the universe. I want 1807 Lakehurst Drive, or better known as the Ziggurat House.

And I want to be completely transparent, I don’t want this house for any reason other than it was built for me (go ask everyone I know, they will tell you the same thing).

I am 100% sure I manifested it.

Want to talk? I do, too. Email me at kc@kathryncurrey.com

I wrote this with ZERO AI assistance. Enjoy the typos, the weird sentences, and sometimes (a lot of times) the lack of continuity and flow. That’s what makes it special.