Manifest - Manifest - Manifest! A NEW CAR!!

That's totally me. And that's totally my new car. I always go around dressed like that, driving touchy sports cars with 6 inch heels...and dress trains that get caught in them. And earrings that weigh more than all my wheel hubs combined. It's the only way to go.

So I've been out car shopping a few times in the last month, as I need a new vehicle. And as you may know, the market is ridiculously under-saturated and over-inflated. Good ole' supply and demand at its best.

I was not willing to pay the market price for the type of vehicle I wanted. I refused to succumb to the market. I wanted a very specific type of vehicle, but I was only willing to pay a very specific type of price, and I was several thousands of dollars below market value for what I actually wanted. So I did not buy a thing. I simply stopped looking, and I told my little Universe, "You know what I want. I will wait. I will not be looking. You will bring it to me."

That was two weeks ago.

Yesterday I got a call from my auto dealer saying it had come in.

It was perfect. The perfect color, the perfect interior, the perfect features, the perfect size, the perfect model. Leather interior. Heated seats. Plenty of storage for kids and dogs and groceries and lake-faring or camping gear. Plenty of room in the console. Extra sick Bosse speakers. Incredible gas mileage. Digital dash with a rear cam. Exquisite skylight. Electronic hands-free hatch. Foldable third-row seat for extra storage. It smelled nice, it looked nice, it drove like a pillow on a highway made of marshmallows. It felt and looked BRAND NEW!

And the price?...well, well, WEEEELLLLLL under market value.

This is because it was a salvage title, and it had a loud rattling sound going on under the carriage, which made it undesirable to buyers. Additionally, cars like this (salvage title cash-and-carry) can't be dealer financed -- another strike against it's marketability.

So I took it to my mechanic and we drove it around for awhile, studied the Carfax report, examined the accident repairs at length, looked at the rattling issue, tested the breaks, suspension, engine, transmission, everything we could find. I trust my mechanic. He has never steered me wrong. Get it? Steered. Haha.

It was completely fine. The accident history was a minimal issue, the repairs were pristine, the rattling issue was a $25 fix (which I won't tell the dealer), and the car computer showed ZERO readouts. The tires, breaks, suspension, and drive train were impeccable. The alignment was surprisingly near-perfect. It drove like a dream and purred like a kitten. The mechanic deemed it a "jackpot" and said he'd buy it if I didn't.

Taking into account the trade-in value of my current vehicle, I will be getting this little compact SUV for little less than a poke in the eye. Assuming the bank loan goes through, which I am fairly certain it will as I already have a car loan in good standing with this credit union, I'll be the happy new owner of a very delicious little mom car this week. And all I had to do was tell my little Godself: Manifest manifest manifest!!!

Next post I publish will hopefully be me sitting in my new car. And maybe I'll wear heels and sprawl myself all over the leather, just for the pic.

Subconscious Entrainment

I'm telling you guys, if I keep up this pace, I'll rule the world soon. And all I'm doing is listening to subconscious programming at night, and not reacting to the things in my reality I don't like. It's that simple. 2 steps.

Love you all!