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Originally Posted by Kanzeon  I doubt you mean this in any literal sense. |
Yes, I understand that you doubt that.
And I mean literally, really, and actually: when I change my beliefs, reality changes.
It shows up almost every day in non-physical ways, but I also had a fun physical manifestation of that the other day, when Danger Man flew me to Seattle to see the Goran Bregovic concert that I had missed due to illness a few days before. We believed it was probably just about sold out, and got tickets way up in the nosebleed section, which was fine -- we were delighted to be anywhere in that theater.
When we arrived, I told Danger Man that I believed we could get an upgrade. He looked at me like I was crazy, but he's seen me conjure before, so off we went to the theater. I plugged in a request for "best available" and got eighth row. Danger Man said grab 'em, but I hesitated, and the eighth row tickets were gone. I tried again and up came two front row, center seats. In fact, it turned out that these were BRAND NEW seats -- I mean, they had not been in existence a few minutes before -- they were putting up and making available these two new, folding chairs right smack in the center of the front row just as I requested the best available seats. (I know because I went into the theater, met the owner, and was told what they'd done.) The fans around us had stood in line for hours months ago to get their tickets which weren't quite as good as our two, perfect, magical seats.
When we went to the concert that night, people were dancing like crazy, and the bouncers kept ONLY the area directly between our seats and the stage completely clear -- if someone danced in front of me, the bouncers shooed them away. This was the only area of the theater that was kept clear: the area of view directly between us and the artists. We had our own private dance floor. It was like having them play just for us.
This sort of thing happens "to" me a lot.
