3 Unexpected Signs Your Manifestation is Coming Your Way

Hi. It’s me, again. The fitness nut who has taken two nasty falls in the space of 3 weeks. I pose the million dollar question: Why on God’s green earth would I attract severe injury when much of my joie de vivre comes from biking, hiking, riding horses and doing HIIT?

There’s a reason why and I discovered it yesterday. It’s a form of the law of attraction but it’s not what you think. And I’m totally pumped.

Come along with me on my journey and I’ll connect the dots along the way for you.

The Onset of Physical Challenges

At the end of February on the brink of the pandemic, I was lifting weights, pyramiding, and straining to finish the last set of shoulder presses. I pushed it too far and damaged my AC Joint. The injury has since put a squash on my lifting weights.

Loss of Job Due to the Pandemic’s Effect on the Economy

On May 1 amid a 30-day quest of listening to Bob Proctor’s Calm Guided Meditation to Gain Abundance, Love & Happiness I lost my full time job which had been getting in the way of the things I wanted to manifest—e.g. time to craft customized pitches for Calamity to literary agents and get back to cracking on Calamity’s sequel.

The First Fall

On May 3, I took a nasty fall whereby my knee hit the ground, taking the full brunt of my body weight, at the onset of our favorite 5-mile hike. Dennis helped me up. My knee blew up with fluid. Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt. We managed the first mile’s steep incline and finished the hike an hour and some change later.

The Second Fall

Compromised carrying a 30-gallon bucket of bird seed, I fell off the top step of our porch stairs. Dumbfounded to a galaxy beyond the Milky Way, I laid there, my cheek mashed to the ground, pondering, did I just fall, again?

Dennis helped me up. A bump began to swell on my left shin some inches south of the inflamed location sustained from Fall #1.

Message of Loving Support

It was getting harder and harder for me to get up. But the Universe sent me a message before fall #2 which didn’t resonate until the following morning. It told me “don’t give up” in the form of hearing Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel’s duet as I walked Sabrina passed by a neighbor’s house. This little message, Universe to lil ole me, blew me away.

The Universe Working through Youtube’s Algorithms

This is it, folks. The reasons for my sustaining injury. I had finished listening to Bob Proctors’s meditation and looked at my Mac’s display and Youtube had queued up similar videos, including one from Master Sri Akarshana, “3 Unexpected Signs Your Manifestation is Coming Your Way.”

I couldn’t press “play” fast enough.

The first sign, Sri says, that your manifestation is coming your way, is that you experience a loss. That would be my job—check.

The second sign, he says, is “an odd request” is made of you. Dennis had made an odd request of me a couple weeks back that didn’t sit well with me. Check.

The third sign, Sri says, is the universe gives you a challenge (or in my case, a series of them) to see how you manage it. A-ha! The universe is testing me! Triple check!

Epiphany in Motion

There you have it. Depression over. Pilates over. Drowning myself in booze and tator tots over. Onto low-impact circuit work with lightweights. I’m up for weathering the challenge, Universe, like the fighter I’ve always been. I’m focusing on the positive and practicing gratitude. Check.

Dennis and I have been crafting a pitch and proposal for a literary agency with agents who pride themselves on nurturing and championing their writers. We’re hoping to send them the submission in the next couple of days.

Whaddya think will be the outcome?

Elephant Journal published this essay too!


Lisa loves all creatures great and small. She is the author of the forthcoming memoir “Calamity Becomes Her,” which will be published by Atmosphere Press in early 2021 and is at work on the sequel. Her essays have appeared in Horse Network, Manifest-Station, Ariana’s HuffPost, Elephant Journal and several literary journals. She lives near Boston, where she writes, bikes, hikes, rides horses and edits technology blogs for the CTO of Hitachi Vantara. You can contact her at lisa.demasi@gmail.com and follow her on Twitter and LinkedIn.

In the Face of Adversity, the Universe had a Message for Me

I am talking to you from the ground. Where I lay pitched to one side, my shin throbbing and my cheek pressed against the grass. The 30-gallon bucket of bird seed I was carrying is at eye level and has strewn its contents on the other side of the cement steps, leading from our porch, to the backyard. Dennis is here, beside me, saying, Oh, Lisa, not again. I raise my head, acknowledging his presence, gasp and rest my head back down to the ground. Jesus, did I just fall again?

An hour before, Dennis cleaned the windows of our porch as I was finishing Boho Beautiful’s Pilates 21-Day Challenge, a full body 25-minute workout. For his benefit and my own commiseration I had repeated “this is so hard” throughout the various exercises; the workout ending with heel beats, airplane and grasshopper pulses. You know, the kind of drill that hours later leave you with the feeling that your gluts are bleeding. Having completed the last exercise, I got up off the floor, relieved to take pleasure in walking our dog Sabrina.

We strolled the neighborhood. The weather was optimal. Despite the downer of the pandemic, people were out in their yards, raking and planting, and chatting with neighbors. Kids rode their bikes, squealing with laughter. I felt gratitude. With a capital G. For the glorious weather, the blue sky, our home, the feel-good feeling emanating from inside my body, despite the unexpected ripples of change that had recently occurred in my life.

I had lost my full time job on May 1 due to the impact the virus has had on the economy. I loved my job, but it was intense, and although I would have never left it by my own volition I embraced the news. I had told my manager, “It’ll open up space for my memoir to get picked up.” And, I thought, give me the opportunity to kick up my workouts and fold in a daily guided meditation or two.

It would not be so seamless.

Two days after I lost my job, Dennis and Sabrina and I were at the start of our favorite 5-mile hike at Callahan State Park in Framingham. The first mile of “hiking the pipe” is a steep incline. A fallen limb laid unseen in the mud and as I stepped on it, it rolled under my foot and my person crashed down hard to the ground, on my left knee. Sabrina retreated to my side. Dennis entwined his arm in mine, helped me up and started wiping mud off my face.

My knee blew up. My mother saw the ace bandage around my leg the next day. She was parked at the end of our driveway and I stood talking to her by the garage. When I told her we finished the hike after I fell, she said I must not have hurt it too badly.

I had hurt it badly; went on meds to reduce the inflammation. The injury put an indefinite end to my riding horses, doing HIIT and running a few times a week, and left me no choice but to seek alternative means of exercise. Calamity continues to become me.

That fall took place on May 3. From where I’m talking to you right now, on the ground with my cheek mashed to the grass, sending out reconnaissance throughout my body for further injury, is May 25. It dawns on me, did any of my neighbors see me go down? Defeat and embarrassment seeps into my every cell. Then, Why has my gravitational pull towards the earth been so much stronger lately?

Dennis is crouching beside me, patiently, observing the questions running through my mind. He knows what I’m asking myself. Does he have an answer as to why I keep falling?

I sit up. The skin of my left chin, just below the injury site of the first fall, is torn and beginning to swell. Dennis is waiting for some kind of communication from me. I say I’m okay. He helps me up. We pile what we can of the bird seed back into the bucket. Numb (traumatized), I top off my feeders; and for the remainder of the afternoon sit in my chair in the porch, granting myself permission to blow off doing any work, and with a heap of ice on my elevated leg, watch the birds feed and bathe, and three chipmunks duke it out over the spilled seed. There are libations in the evening.

The following morning, I wake, feeling blue and teary-eyed. Dennis is “occupied” in the bathroom and I sink into one of the dining room chairs and begin to sulk. Sabrina nudges my elbow, hey, what’s wrong. I reflect on the positive changes I’ve made in my routine.

For nearly every day for a month and a half I’ve been listening to Bob Proctor’s Calm Guided Meditation to Gain Abundance, Love & Happiness. It’s given me “calmness of mind” which is “a beautiful jewel of life” and the ability to use my imagination to build the world I want.

Upon waking, I listen to one of a handful of 10-minute guided meditations for gratitude and have learned I want for nothing and my life is so full of everything wonderful that it’s stupefying.

I started practicing Boho Beautiful’s Yin Yoga after managing a Pilates workout to open up my hips and stretch out my gluts.

These are all good things. And I am grateful I sought them out and will continue to practice them. But I still feel defeated and full of self-pity. I’m injured (what’s with this falling shit?), my weight is not where I want it (fruit is really not a carb and why can’t I stop binge-drinking on the weekends) and I’ve received no word back from the agents I’ve been pitching for my memoir (some of the pitches date back to November).

And that’s when it hits me. Clear as a bell. Unmistakably. Powerfully. Amazingly.

Three words of inspiration. From the Source. Yesterday.

Sabrina and I had been walking by one of our neighbor’s houses. There was a guy working in his yard, listening to music, as he spread mulch in and around his hedges. Being an 80’s girl, I recognized the song that was playing, the chorus, three words of which I only heard, assimilated, and then immediately dismissed.

The words suddenly resonated: Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel singing “Don’t Give Up.”

It’s a message from the Universe, directed to me, of loving support. It knows I’m here. It knows I’m feeling discouraged and falling in defeat. It hears the desires I seek. It’s telling me, “don’t give up.”

I’ve stopped sulking and I’m getting on with my day.

Despite my bum leg, I’m not giving up.

Thank you, Universe, for acknowledging me. I am grateful.

This article was published in Elephant Journal, 9/2/2020.


Lisa loves all creatures great and small. She is the author of the forthcoming memoir “Calamity Becomes Her,” which will be published by Atmosphere Press in early 2021, and is at work on the sequel. Her essays have appeared in Horse Network, Manifest-Station, Ariana’s HuffPost, Elephant Journal and several literary journals. She lives near Boston, where she writes, bikes, hikes, rides horses and edits technology blogs for the CTO of Hitachi Vantara. You can contact her at lisa.demasi@gmail.com and follow her on Twitter and LinkedIn.