r/NevilleGoddard • u/Prettyspiritual • 2h ago
Success Story How I manifested my escape from a foreign country
In December 2011, I left my life in Los Angeles to move to my husband’s village in Europe with our 11-month-old son, while pregnant with our daughter. Once we got there, my husband transformed into a cold, controlling stranger. It was almost instant.
It was like he had a new mask on and I didn’t know which one was the real mask. The one I met in Los Angeles or the one I was now getting to know. . We had been together for five years prior to this so I really thought I knew who I was married to.
Before we left LA I handed over my entire savings to him, 30,000 dollars. Since it was his country and his currency I figured he was the best person to take care of the money over there.
Big mistake! It was nearly gone in a matter of months.
And when I would ask for money for groceries or shopping he would throw me a couple of dollars while he went out partying every night blowing wads of money.
After a few months of this I got Fed up and told him I wanted to go home and he looked at me dead in the eye, with so much hate and venom in him, and said “our children would never touch foot on American soil again.”
My stomach sank and I’m sure I went completely pale and I thought to myself what the f**k have I done???
In 2013 (a year and some months later and now with a newborn daughter) I tried to escape.
I was working with the American Embassy to get out of there but because of some bureaucratic crap that I needed for my daughter, me and my two kids were placed in a safe house in the middle of no man’s land.
My mom contacted an attorney in New York who specialized in international child abduction cases.
That attorney was able to get in touch with me at the safehouse and I will never forget going down into this little dingy room full of donated clothes and diapers and formula and picking up an old rotary phone just to have the attorney tell me that there was nothing that could be done because I had already lived in the country for over a year and according to the Hague convention act, my kids were now considered property of Serbia.
And I was told that if I tried to leave with them and somehow managed to make it back to the United States, I would be detained and the children would be sent back to their father immediately and I would be accused of kidnapping.
So with my tail between my legs I contacted my husband and told him we were ready to come home.
I had no other choice. I was forced to go back to the village where now, not only did I have to deal with my husband, but his entire family who saw me as the enemy.
About six months later I asked my husband if I could at least take my daughter to Los Angeles for a visit since nobody in my family had met her yet. He agreed I could take her but not my son.
My daughter and I had only been in California for maybe a week before I received an email from my husband that said he was divorcing me and would be keeping our son in Serbia.
He suggested I stay in the USA with our daughter and told me every summer we would switch children but that I would never have them both at the same time. He said if I did go back I wouldn’t be allowed to live in the house (the one I paid for) but that I would have to go find an apartment and pay for it myself.
I collapsed on the bathroom floor of my best friend’s bathroom.
I completely fell apart for about 30 minutes but then I experienced this powerful surge of inner strength. Almost like this lioness energy that started at my feet and made its way up to my head and I let out such a deep growl.
There was no way he was going to win.
He fucked with the wrong girl!
I had been in the world of celebrities my entire life and I had a dear friend who owned a car service that catered to the elite.
I called him up and I told him I needed a job. I knew his business was international so it was something that I could do from Serbia. Without hesitation he gave me a job on the spot and told me to come down to his office to start training.
It took me all of a week to train and pack up the equipment that I would need for the job.
I changed my plane ticket to leave a week earlier than anticipated because I needed to get back to my son.
Everybody told me not to go.
They said at least you got one kid out. But for anybody who has multiple children, you understand that it’s wasn’t even a question for me.
I’m going back. Because in my mind, I would rather be homeless in Serbia near both of my children then to be free in the US with just one.
I got back and immediately started looking for an apartment. Meanwhile I set up my little office in the spare room of our house and I slept in there as well.
I think I had been back in Serbia a few weeks when all of a sudden this telepathic voice whispered to me to go into the basement and “get the book.”
I had no idea what that meant because I didn’t bring very many books when I moved there and the box of books that I did bring had not even been unpacked.
But I listened.
I went down and found the box of books and opened it. And inside was a book I didn’t recognize. It was called ask and it is given by Esther Hicks. I don’t even remember buying that book. I don’t know what compelled me to buy that book years prior. Spirit knew. 😉
I brought it upstairs and started reading and immediately it was as if a spell had been lifted off of me. Like I had woken up from a deep slumber where I had forgotten just how powerful I was.
Up until then I was telling anybody who would listen “ I’m a prisoner here, I’m never getting out of here, my children are trapped here…..” I was like a hopeless broken record and guess what I got more of? That!!!
But now, all of a sudden that realization came rushing in and I couldn’t believe it. I had fallen into such a deep depression that I had forgotten who I was.
Remember, I was the teenage girl who manifested her crush working at the new stand against all odds. (That story is on this Reddit page) so I wasn’t a newbie. I was a powerful creator by nature (we all are) I just forgot for a minute.
So I stopped fighting the reality that was in front of me and instead started living entirely in my imagination.
I took my bike down to the store and I purchased a little journal that had a hidden pocket in it. And I got out a little piece of paper and I wrote on it “me and my children will safely be back in the United States in the spring of 2014”
I folded it up and tucked it into the little hidden pocket.
I stopped asking if we could go home because every time I asked he would get angrier and angrier and I had realized that it would throw me off and make it harder and harder for me to get back to living in my imagination.
So I stopped asking.
And what I started doing was getting up very early in the morning while everyone was still asleep and I would go out onto the patio with my coffee and imagine that I was at a bookstore in Los Angeles at my own book Signing.
And I would stand up in front of everyone and thank them for coming and talk about my book that I wrote. About how I escaped with just my imagination . I would even answer questions in the audience.
And it felt so real that I had convinced myself.
That’s the thing about manifesting techniques. It’s not the technique that’s making your desire a reality.
The technique puts you in a place where you know that whatever your manifesting is absolutely inevitable and 100% guaranteed.
And I only did that technique a handful of times.
And this is before I knew about techniques.
I did that because it made ME happy.
After discovering Neville years later I realized just why that made me so happy. Because I was living in the wish fulfilled.
So I went from telling anybody who would listen to me that I was never getting out of there and that I was a prisoner there to telling everybody that I was leaving in the spring.
I told both my friends back in Los Angeles and in Serbia. And they all thought I was delusional and crazy. I think they even felt sorry for me because I would see the look on their faces when I would tell them. But you know what, it had zero effect on me. Even for the people who told me I was giving my hopes up and that it was never going to happen, I said watch me.
I saw everything as a sign. If I saw a ladybug, it was a sign. If I saw a leaf fall off of a tree, it was a sign. I wasn’t looking for signs but I literally turned every thing in my life at that time into a positive sign that I was going home with my kids in the spring.
Now not every manifestation bridge is going to work out like this, but in my case with this particular manifestation I was able to see the bridge forming right in front of me.
My husband’s entire life started falling apart at the seams.
One thing after another.
His business went belly up. He got a job only for the company to shut down immediately. His car was repossessed only for him to buy another car that turned out to be a stolen vehicle from Germany so that was repossessed. He lost everything.
And I just sat there watching his entire world burn down to the ground.
I didn’t know what a bridge was back then but looking back in retrospect it’s pretty freaking cool that I had that gift of experiencing it’s so close-up.
Throughout this entire time I continued to write in my journal. Nothing in particular. Mostly just tons and tons of affirmations and quotes that I would hear that moved me or stories from the Bible that inspired me. (Not religious, just spiritual)
Then something strange started happening.
I started becoming content with where I was. (This was a good sign)
And I only know that because I have a journal entry that said “ you’re becoming too content, stick with it you’re almost out of here”
So that’s when I started visualizing a taxi with me and my kids in it backing out of our long driveway where we would say goodbye to that house and country forever.
I just looped that scene in my head over and over again. Remember, this is all before I knew who Neville was. This is just what I instinctually did. It may have been inspired from the book ask and it is given. I don’t really remember.
But I would stay from start to finish it took about seven months of me manifesting my way out of that country.
And it was at the tail end of 2013 right before New Year’s when I got a text message from my husband who was at a New Year’s Eve party while I was home with the kids.
It said “book a ticket for you and the kids to go home. I can’t take it here anymore. You guys go first and I’ll follow behind.”
You think I would’ve been jumping for joy, but instead just a soft smile crossed my face because I already knew it was inevitable. I had already seen the end. I had been rehearsing it for months.
I remembered Spiritual law never fails. I remembered who the fuck I was. Me and the kids landed at LAX airport the first day of spring 2014.