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You can be anything you want…
I remember back in the early 90s, I felt I was too short.
Everyone seemed to be taller than me and I was starkly aware of it.
What was more, I was repeatedly told that women did not find me attractive because they were looking for someone taller. (Gosh, nothing shallow about that, right?)
I bring this up because back in early 90s, me and a friend of mine were discussing Taoism. He had done an intensive course on it and had been told that you could manifest anything you wanted.
So I decided that if anything could be manifested, I was going to manifest being taller.
At the time I was five feet five and a half inches (or 167 centimeters). I put the energy towards making it happen, and then forgot about it. In the back of my mind, I didn’t really believe I could really become taller.
As the years went on, I one day noticed that I no longer felt short. I was the same size as I always was, but it no longer was an issue. I didn’t feel or look short anymore.
I’m not sure if this was a result of setting the intention of being taller that my reality shifted to where my height did not matter, but I found it of interest anyway.
Now the above alone does not make much of an interesting entry, but something happened in April 2017 that I was unable to explain.
Ups and downs
On the way back from Toronto, Canada, I met up with a friend called Jenn. One of the first things she said to me when we met was ‘I thought you’d be taller’.
And while it was an odd thing to say, I did note that she was taller than me.
A couple of days later, we both headed off to visit another friend, Mari, where we stayed for a few weeks.
At some point during our stay, I made mention of Jenn’s comment and they decided to take a tape measure and see how tall I was. They found I was five foot two inches. Somewhere along the way, I had shrunk three and a half inches.
It was about a week later, when we were out shopping and I suddenly noticed that I was taller than Jenn and so I mentioned it.
Naturally, when we got back home, they measured me again.
They found I was now five feet, five and a half inches tall.
In other words, in the space of a week, I had gained three and half inches.
Even taking into account the normal loss and gain of height during the day, (which can vary up to an inch) there was no way I should have grown so much.
So… did I manifest the conditions for getting taller by first becoming shorter?
If so, it shows that when you choose to manifest something, you need to be very, very specific about how you ask for it.
If no, what was something else at play here?
Anyone else experience such a thing? I’d love to know.
