What I Didn’t Know Then: My First Taste of Manifestation

I didn’t know it at the time, but that little Borders bookstore at the mall would change my entire life.

I was 19. Working the register. Wearing name tags and organizing endcaps. And unknowingly standing at the threshold of the greatest awakening of my life.

The “hot item” that season? A mysterious DVD called The Secret.

It flew off the shelves—every third transaction, someone was clutching it like it held all the answers. Which, ironically, it kind of did.

But me? I wasn’t buying it. Literally or metaphorically. I was proudly skeptical, allergic to anything mainstream. (I boycotted Harry Potter for two years on principle… then binge-read the entire series in six weeks. So, yeah.)

Still, something in me was curious.

Weeks later, I stumbled upon a rogue copy of The Secret tucked away in the business section. I don’t know what made me grab it that day, but I took it home, popped it into my DVD player…

…and everything inside me lit up.

Every word, every principle, every visualization technique felt like a remembrance. I wasn’t learning something new—I was remembering something ancient. Something I had always known but had never been taught.

And when the film told me to write down everything I desired, I grabbed a notebook and scribbled with fire: “I am so happy and grateful now that…”

I filled that page with dream jobs. Concert tickets. Clothes. Big wins that felt so just out of reach.

But here’s the kicker:

I got them.

$600 in clothes for $99 at Express. A dream job on a Boston dinner cruise, chosen from hundreds. Front-row tickets to see The Fray, long after it had sold out.

Coincidence? Maybe.

But for the first time in my life, I felt like I was co-creating instead of wishfully hoping. And my reality started responding.

I wish I could say I dove headfirst into this new life and never looked back, but… growth rarely happens in a straight line. I circled around this truth more times than I can count.

But now?

I live it.

Not just as a manifestor, but as a mentor. As a Sigma woman who teaches others to remember what they’ve always known. How to reclaim their frequency, anchor their vision, and stop waiting for permission to become who they already are.

That scrappy 19-year-old girl didn’t know what she was stepping into.

But I do.

And if this story woke something up in you, then I have a feeling you do too.

✨ This is the energy we calibrate to inside The Sigma Suite. Come remember your magic with us.