I was offered a trip to Europe, all expenses paid, for me and my friend Natalia.  This was a trip that I had refused to go on for almost six months.  Once Natalia was invited I chose to reconsider the offer.  We had been due to travel the 2nd or 3rd week in November, but my friend M. (benefactor of vacation) had to delay for two weeks for business reasons. Second, Natalia was (and is) having a challenge acquiring her Re-Entry Permit, the passport for Green Card holders.  So, it was decided that we would wait until she straightened out her paperwork since it would be unfair to go without her after her having been promised.

The same time that I reconsidered taking the trip to Europe, my friend  J. was planning to spend a month in Indonesia; specifically Bali.  We began to talk and create a reality in which we would meet up in Bali after my trip to Europe.  Now, I'd been promised two days in Monte Carlo with unlimited funds to gamble with and I am convinced that I will win; at the time I hoped that I would win enough money to go explore the world for a few weeks, then I would've been able to meet J. and then perhaps travel elsewhere.  It was such fun pretending that we would be able to meet in Bali.  It made two months of otherwise dull time go by without an iota of boredom.

After a little play with this game I began to realize that it could in fact happen.  That it would be a complete challenge for me to create a reality in which I was able to go to Bali.  It became a game for me to play with my higher self.  I promised to listen to my inner voice the whole way through.  Even if I didn't like what I heard.  I figured with free will, even if I don't like what I hear, I have the power to change it.

My inner voice said that I was going to go to Bali and Europe.  I was also hoping to go to Hong Kong.  Well, J. left for his month in Bali and during his lengthening absence it became quite clear that there was no way for me to go on to Bali after Europe.  So, after a quick re-creation I adapted my plan.  Why couldn't I go to Bali BEFORE Europe! Now I had less than one week to create Bali, renew my passport, and pay for the entire trip.  I had no money.  Seriously.  Still inside myself the voice said, "You are going to Bali. What are you worried about?"  I listened and still I stressed a bit.  I kept on reminding myself that reality is only an illusion.  It's just one big dream.  So why not dream big? Why not create a different reality?  Why not apply the magical approach to life?

By now, my friend Natalia was completely convinced that this "stuff" works.  I can't tell you all the little and big events that happened along the way but suffice it to say they were numerous.  I became a travel agent with my PC, spending hours researching and trying to find the cheapest way to get myself there.  If anyone wants to know about discount airfares give me a call.  I created a flight for under $1000 dollars, and I was ready to book it when my computer crashed.  I had to have my Uncle wipe the hard drive.  All the sites I bookmarked and my research for Bali were gone.

Still, I was calm, kinda. This flight I'd created was on Korean Airlines, with a stopover in Seoul. When my computer went back online I had lost my reservation and there were no more seats available.  I stayed up for about 48 hours between work and computer hunting.  I couldn't sleep for more than 2-4 hours.  I found another flight for a little bit over a grand.  It was on Cathay Pacific Airlines and it had a stopover (or so I thought) in Hong Kong.  I figured that was pretty cool because my friend M. (Europe) resides in Hong Kong when he isn't travelling.  I wondered for a moment if he would even be in Hong Kong to possibly meet me at the airport in-between planes.  I then realized that I wouldn't be going to HK unless he WAS in fact going to be there.  The way the events have been unfolding I KNEW he'd be there.

In those last five days, things got really weird:

1. My computer crash and hard disk wipe,
2. An idiot hit my car and took off - crunch,
3. My favorite candle/aromatherapy, porcelain crescent moon crashed down off the coffee table.

But other things happened as well.  One friend let me use her Visa for the ticket.  One co-worker offered to work an extra shift to provide me with money for my accommodations.  One customer came in on the day before I left to tip me ridiculously for spending money.  Again threes, but this time good things!

And the ticket - it was Tuesday when I ordered the ticket and it was to be Federal Expressed to me before ten A.M. Wednesday so I could go renew my passport later that afternoon.  It never came.  The following day was Thanksgiving and I was afraid that the passport office would be closed on Friday.  Once again I recreated.  I called Federal Express and found out that THEY had made an error on my address.  A big one.  The address was correct on the delivery slip but somehow they entered it into the computer incorrectly.  I told them to hold my package.  I would pick it up.  Next I phoned the passport office - they were open on Friday and I rescheduled for that day.  I was leaving