When Spirit Takes the Wheel: How I Manifested a Car by Saying “Fuck It, I Trust the Universe”
My friend…whether you believe in manifestation or not, you are not gonna believe this shit. Buckle up—this is the craziest ride of my life, and I’m not even talking about driving yet!
So here’s the deal: My dad surprised me with a car. Like, actually handed me keys to a whole-ass vehicle.
Rewind a bit—I'd asked him to come check out a car I was thinking about buying. I wasn’t dead set, just curious. But then the seller pulled a fast one and decided not to sell it. End of story, right? I figured that was that.
Fast-forward two weeks.
Outta nowhere, I get a text from dear old Dad asking if I’m free that afternoon. I say I can be (because why not?), and a few hours later he rolls up in a car I don’t recognize.
And then—plot twist—he tells me it’s mine. Just like that. No warning. No “Hey, I got you something.” Just here’s a car like it’s a damn casserole he whipped up on a whim. And y’all…it’s nice. Like, “I’m-genuinely-impressed-and-slightly-suspicious-of-this-universe-glitch” nice.
Yup. That moment alone was enough to make me shout, “Holy hell, the Universe does have my back!”
But hold onto your crystals, my friend—because it gets even wilder…
When I looked up the VIN to get Sirius XM hooked up (because obviously I needed some cosmic tunes to match this vibe), I almost fell outta my seat. Four 3’s, two 4’s, and two 6’s…like, what the actual fuck?! It’s a rolling numerology chart with a set of wheels.
I swear, this feels like the Universe grabbed a megaphone and screamed: “Look, girl, I heard your order loud and clear!”
Let’s break it down, shall we?
Four 3’s – That’s creativity, expansion, and your spiritual hype squad clapping in the background.
Two 4’s – Solid foundation. Like, “Here’s your car, now go build something epic.”
Two 6’s – Harmony and balance, baby. Relationships, home life—basically, all the good shit aligning.
I’ll be honest—my mind is blown. And here’s the thing: I had decided that the car was gonna come to me when the time was right. No stress, no clinging, no “let me overthink this for the next 6 months.” I put the intention out there, let Spirit take the wheel (yes, I went there), and spent maybe 10 minutes total even thinking about a car.
Then—BAM! Car. Repeating numbers in the VIN. Full cosmic confetti shower.
This is what non-resistance looks like in real life. You set your intention, you trust the process, and you get the hell outta your own way. And the Universe? It shows up with the keys in hand and a wink like, “Hope you like the color, babe.”
So yeah. I’m on cloud 9 right now. Rolling around in my new cosmic chariot, grinning like a fool because this shit is real. And guess what? The more I let go, the more I get back.
Here’s your sign, friends: Let Spirit take the damn wheel. You might just find yourself cruising into the next level of your life…with some numerological flair to boot.
Mic drop. 🎤💥