It was the same with the recession move. I had a beautiful house out in the country – we had chickens, a goat, a dog and an acre of land. It was my dream home (note to Self: do not attach to dream home) and we spent some money on it to make it even nicer. The fact that a voice from behind me had told me not to take on anything other than the mortgage when we moved into it went above my then-husband’s ears. He leased a car and then, when the recession came, we could not afford to pay both that and the mortgage. Was I not told that? The thing is, he would not listen, and so the inevitable happened. We could not manage financially and ended up walking away from the house.
Of course, this was designed to help me move into the metaphysical world and it did just that, but the change that came with it and what I had to go through was so hard that I am surprised I survived it. I did, even though I had to cope with everything alone due to my then-husband having a nervous breakdown, leaving me to cope all on my own. I became a lot stronger and, of course, it did what it was meant to do. A year later, it led me to the beginning of my metaphysical path. My Self, of course, blamed my husband and his lease of the car (I was not aware then of the fact that I am responsible for my own reality). My Self hated living in the small, cramped apartment we had to rent. It did not like having only one dress and having to wash it every night before I could wear it the next day, often hanging it on the line all night and wearing it damp until the sun dried it the next day. It never stopped moaning and made me so depressed that I almost took my own life. Such is the power of the Self!