The House with Wings of an Angel
I have a story that I’d like to tell about how I was inspired to ask, believe, visualize and receive. I purchased a home in Georgia that sat on an acre of land on the golf course. Initially, I wanted to build a swimming pool on it, but since I already had a home in California, I decided to rent it out. I purchased a construction loan with Wells Fargo and renovated the property to the tune of an additional $30,000.
Several neighbors in the community were interested in the home. I eventually hired a property manager to advertise for tenants. A couple of years went by, and I didn’t get any tenants and changed property managers several times. I decided to sell the house, so I advertised on sites like, “We buy homes for cash”. Several months went by, and I finally heard from an investor who had a tenant that wanted to move in. The investor and my property manager were going to earn a substantial amount of money from the first month’s rent for providing the tenant, however, I insisted on obtaining a reasonable portion for myself. Everyone agreed. The tenant moved in and paid his rent in a timely manner for six months. He didn’t pay the seventh month’s rent, and after my property manager heard from the tenant’s sister, he discovered that the tenant was in jail.
My property manager gave the tenant notice to evacuate within three days, and the tenant managed to get out of jail and move his belongings. I was devastated. I felt that this property had devil’s horns on both sides of the property, and this is how I visualized it in my mind. Subsequently I hired about six property managers that were dishonest and took my money for “repairs”.
I began to say that there were no good property managers in Georgia , and my property had “horns” on it. I felt that this golf course property was a monkey on my back.
After applying the message in The Secret and realizing that I needed to change my thoughts and words, I visualized this property with the “wings of angels” on both sides of the house, and I pictured the house rocking from side to side smiling and happy because it had tenants who loved the house and treated it as if it was their own house. I maintained this picture, and continued to speak and think of the beloved tenant. Several months later, a female property manager who lived in the neighborhood asked if I’d consider selling it for $80,000. I declined because the house was worth much more. Eventually, something happened with this lady’s house, and she wanted to rent my property. We came to an agreement and decided that an official property manager wouldn’t be necessary. She signed the lease and sent me a cashier’s check for $2700. As part of the lease agreement, she wanted to repaint the house and put in new flooring. Now she wants to purchase the property, so I’m preparing a lease/purchase option for her. The universe listened to my request; I believed, and now I have received. The Secret works.