October 22, 2025 • 27 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
There was a man not different from you, not more educated,
not more privileged, not born into wealth. But he knew something.
He remembered something that all things begin not in the world,
but in the mind. And so he wrote. He didn't
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try to beg he didn't try to plead with the universe.
He wrote as if the thing had already been done.
He wrote from the end. He took a piece of paper,
and with the stillness of conviction, he penned, I am
so grateful I won the lottery. The winning numbers were called,
and I felt calm. I knew it was mine. And
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he repeated it, not with effort, but with joy, with stillness,
with inner knowing. He wasn't waiting for evidence. He became
the evidence. He didn't check the odds, He checked only
his inner state. Every day he returned to the page,
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not because he doubted, but because he delighted in the assumption.
He lived inside the feeling of the wish fulfilled. He
walked like a wealthy man. He gave thanks like a
wealthy man. He wrote as a wealthy man, would write, calm,
direct and certain. The world told him he was foolish,
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But the world only mirrors the voices within. So he
ignored the noise and listened to the still voice inside
that whispered, it is done. And then it happened. The
numbers were drawn. His hands did not shake, his heart
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did not raise. He had already received it in the unseen.
The physical was just a delayed echo of the truth
he had accept did long before. This is how it works.
You do not write to get, You write because you
already have. You do not imagine to attract. You imagine
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to awaken what is already yours. So I ask you,
how would you write if you knew you couldn't fail?
How would you speak if the universe had no option
but to deliver? How would you live if the money
was already on its way? Write like that, think like that,
feel like that, and you will see that nothing is
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withheld from the one who knows who they are. You
are not trying to win the lottery. You are awakening
to the truth. You are the one who gives the command.
Your outer world is not shaped by chance, luck, or circumstance.
It is the outpicturing of your inner state. The thoughts
you dwell upon, the images you nurture in your imagination.
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The assumption you hold is true. These are the architects
of your experience. To believe that wealth comes from external
causes is to hand your power over to the illusion
of the world. But once you grasp that imagination is
the true cause of wealth, you begin to live from
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a different center. You stop trying to manipulate the outer
world and instead begin to master the inner. To win
the lottery, or to achieve anything that seems unlikely or miraculous,
one must not seek to become lucky. Luck implies randomness,
but there is nothing random in a universe governed by consciousness.
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There is only reflection. What you accept and believe within
yourself is faithfully mirrored back to you by life. The
man who wins is not the man who wishes. He
is not the man who writes out his desires while
simultaneously doubting them. The man who wins is the one
one who assumes the state of the winner. This is
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not about positive thinking or repeating empty affirmations. It is
about shifting into a new state of being. To assume
the state of already being wealthy means you begin to
feel the life you would live if your desire were
already fulfilled. You do not wait for the external world
to validate your imagination. You move inward to that secret place,
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and you see yourself already possessing what you desire. You
hear congratulations in your imagination. You feel the softness of
the sheets in your new home. You spell the leather
of your new car. You write not to beg but
to declare. There is a great difference between wishful thinking
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and inner knowing. Wishful thinking comes from lack. It says
I want this because I don't have it. In a
knowing says it is already mine. And so when you write,
write from the end. Do not write I hope I
win the lottery. Write I am so grateful I have won.
It feels peaceful, Everything is unfolding perfectly. And as you write,
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do not just scribble words. Feel the truth of what
you are declaring. Let it saturate your mind and body.
Let the words become real to you. This is not
about faking it. This is about awakening to a deeper
truth that you are not separate from your desire. The
moment you assume it, the moment you live in it inwardly,
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it begins to harden into fact. You must become so
convinced of your inner reality that the outer world cannot
shake you. You may not know how or when it
will arrive, but that is not your concern. The bridge
of incidents will unfold in perfect time. Your only task
is to remain faithful to the feeling of the wish fulfilled.
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You do not need to chase, manipulate, or scheme. You
only need to imagine. Imagine vividly, imagine consistently, Imagine boldly.
Your imagination is not a fantasy. It is the creative
power that forms your reality. Use it wisely, for it
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is always at work. And when you write from that
sacred place of inner conviction, you are not merely expressing hope.
You are setting creation in motion. When he set down
to write, he was not a beggar hoping the universe
might toss him a coin. He was a creator, aligning
himself with the reality he had already chosen. The words
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he wrote did not come from doubt or desperation. They
came from authority. He didn't ask will it happen? He stated,
it has happened. The subtle difference in tone, in belief,
in posture is what separates those who receive from those
who only wish. Words are not mere symbols on a page.
They are vehicles of power. When spoken or written with conviction,
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they move unseen forces into action. He understood something most
never do. That words mol reality, not because they are
magic in and of themselves, but because they carry the energy,
the assumption, and the inner state of the one who
speaks or writes them. When he wrote I am the
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winner of the lottery, he was not engaging in fantasy.
He wasn't daydreaming or toying with a nice idea. He
was stepping into a new version of himself and affirming
what that version already knew to be true. The pen
became a sacred instrument. It was no longer ink on paper.
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It was command upon consciousness. People often write from a
place of fear. They journal their worries. They write about
what they lack, They chronicle what hasn't gone right. All
this does is reinforce the current reality they claim to
want to escape. But when he wrote, it was different.
He didn't record his current situation. He declared his new one.
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He didn't say I hope one day I will win.
He said I have won, and then he felt what
that meant. He infused the sentence with certainty, calm, and peace.
He didn't need to see the numbers yet, because he
had already seen them within. Words backed by belief become
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law not because the world must obey, but because the
world does obey the inner convictions of man, the outer
response to the inner. And so he wrote not to
convince the world, but to convince himself. Every sentence was
a reminder to his deeper self, this is who I
am now. He rewrote his identity not by force, but
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by repetition, by assumption, and by feeling. Eventually, there was
no longer a question in his mind. It felt natural
to declare, I am wealthy, I am chosen, I am grateful,
And so it became. He treated the act of writing
as sacred. He didn't rush, he didn't worry if it
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was working. He knew that each word was planting a
seed and consciousness, and as surely as a planted seed sprouts,
the reality he wrote about had to come forth not
because he begged, not because he asked nicely, but because
he spoke it into existence. Reality takes shape through conviction,
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and conviction is often expressed most powerfully in the quiet
moments when no one is watching, when nothing yet appears
to have changed, but the change begins in those unseen moments.
He didn't wait for evidence to believe. He believed, and
then the evidence came. His words were not empty, They
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were aligned, saturated with meaning and equi a truth that
had already been accepted in his imagination. This is how
reality is rewritten, not with force, not worth striving, but
with deliberate, powerful words that come from knowing. He didn't
just write to express desire. He wrote to declare identity,
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and when identity changes, so does the world. He didn't
sit down to write as a man waiting for something
to happen. He wrote as one who already knew it
had And more than the words he penned, it was
the feeling behind them that moved mountains. He didn't just
write I am the winner of the lottery with idle
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hope or mental repetition. He wrote it with a heart
that had already celebrated, with the spirit that had already
received that feeling, the thrill of accomplishment, the peace of security,
the joy of abundance that was the true power behind
his creation. Feeling is the secret ingredient, not action, not struggle,
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not even the repetition of affirmations. It is feeling that
impresses upon the unseen and molds the formless into form.
Words are the brushstrokes, but feeling is the color, the depth,
the life. He understood that without emotion, a sentence is
just ink on paper, but infused with feeling, it becomes
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a living force, a signal to the universe that says,
this is real for me. Now. When he imagine holding
that winning ticket, he didn't just see numbers. He felt
the weight of the paper, the rush of disbelief giving
way to certainty, the gratitude washing over him like a wave.
He felt the cause he would make, the relief in
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his chest, the tears he would wipe from his eyes.
He made it real, not through effort, but through inner experience,
and in doing so, he shifted his state of being.
He was no longer the man hoping to win. He
became the man who had already won, and the world,
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always a mirror, had no choice but to reflect that change.
This is where many miss the mark. They repeat the words,
they visualize the event, but they forget to feel. They
wait for circumstances to change before giving themselves permission to
feel what they desire. But this man reversed the order
he felt. At first, he didn't ask life to give
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him something new. He gave it to himself in imagination,
and life followed it always does. Emotion is the bridge
between the inner and the outer. It is the proof
of belief. You cannot feel what you do not accept
as possible, and once you allow yourself to feel the
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result as though it has already happened, you step into
a new state. From that state, actions are different, thoughts
are different, outcomes are different. He lived from the end
not in fantasy, but in faith, and that faith had
a sound, a temperature, a vibration. It was felt. The
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feeling came before the wind. It had to, just as
a tree grows from a seed buried in the dark soil.
The manifestation grew from the unseen certainty he cultivated in silence.
Each day he returned to that feeling, not out of impatience,
but out of joy. It became his dwelling place, his sanctuary.
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While others waited for proof, he became the proof. He
carried the evidence within him, and eventually the world bowed
to it. It was in luck. It wasn't chance, It
was alignment. It was emotional certainty. The world cannot resist
a heart that knows, and his heart knew you long
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before the numbers ever did. There were no signs in
the sky, no divine signal, no hint from the outer
world to suggest he was close, No sudden luck, no
dreams offering confirmation, no voice from the universe whispering it's coming.
It was silent still. The world gave him nothing to
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lean on, and yet he persisted. He kept stepping into
the scene of the fulfilled desire, not once, but every day.
When others would have grown tired, when doubt would have
crept in and whispered, why are you still doing this,
he answered with quiet certainty. He wasn't looking for signs.
He was the sign. His persistence didn't come from desperation.
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It came from knowing. He understood a truth that few
are willing to live out. What you assume as true
within consistently and faithfully must reflect itself without it is lord.
So he persisted, not to force the world, but to
remain faithful to the version of himself he had already accepted.
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That version, the one who had already won, already received,
already experienced. The miracle was more real to him than
the man the mirror reflected. The outer world was simply
taking time to catch up, but his inner reality was
already alive. This is the quiet courage. No one talks about,
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the strength to keep assuming in the face of nothing,
no reward yet, no movement, just stillness. Most would break,
Most would give up and declare it's not working. But
he knew better. He knew the world conforms to sustained
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inner conviction, not to fleeting thoughts or half beliefs, but
to unshake assumption held firm overtime. So he kept writing,
not to convince the universe, but to remind himself, not
to ask, but to declare. He didn't write because he doubted.
He wrote because he believed. It became his daily ritual,
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his alignment with the unseen truth. Each word he wrote,
each time he imagined, was a step deeper into the
state of the wish fulfilled. And though the world remained quiet,
he moved with assurance. He laughed when others worried, He
gave thanks when nothing had shown up. He warked as
the man who had already received it. That is the
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power of living. In the end, you no longer seek,
you express, You no longer ask. You assume. An assumption,
when held daily, becomes identity. That identity draws the corresponding
world to itself like a magnet. The outer must bend
to the inner. There is no other way. The scene changed,
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not by chance, but by law. The winning numbers came,
the impossible became fact. But by the time the event unfolded,
he was already prepared. He had lived it a thousand
times in imagination. He had felt it, breathed it, become it,
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and the world simply followed the path he had carved
out with his persistent assumption. You do not need evidence
to persist, You only need conviction. Do not wait for signs,
be the sign, persist beyond sight. Live from the end.
Let your assumption be your truth. Even when the world
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remained silent, and in time the silence will break, not
because you forced it, but because you faithfully live in
the reality no one else could see but you. He
didn't tell the world what he was doing. He didn't
post it, share it, or ask for opinions. He understood
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something most never grasped. The creative power is not loud,
It is sacred. It is not something to display, but
something to dwell. In so he kept it close. He
didn't declare his desire to the world. He whispered it
to himself. He wasn't seeking validation from others. He was
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anchoring his own belief. This was a personal conversation, a
silent dialogue between his present self and the version of
him that already lived the fulfilled desire. When he wrote,
he wasn't scripting a message to convince the universe. He
was aligning his thoughts with the deeper truth. He wasn't pleading,
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He was confirming. He was not trying to make something happen.
He was remembering what was already done in the unseen.
He knew that speaking too soon or too widely often
waters down the power. That desire, once exposed to doubt,
begins to wither. Others project their fears, their logic, their disbelief,
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and that pollution can infect your own vision if you're
not rooted. So he protected it. He didn't explain himself.
He didn't try to convert any one to his way
of thinking. He honored the process in silence. He knew
this power doesn't require noise, it requires intimacy. He treated
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his imagination like sacred ground. Each time he wrote, He
tuned in not to the world, but to the voice within.
That inner voice, the one that says it is done,
was the only one he needed to hear, and so
he wrote, not for show, but for self. He was
not asking life to give him something new. He was
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reminding himself that it was already his, and that reminder,
repeated in stillness, was enough. In this sacred space where
no one else was watching, he became someone new. He
dropped the version of himself that was waiting and stepped
into the one who already had. In that private exchange,
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penned a paper, thought to word, mind to spirit. He
wore a new identity. And this identity didn't need confirmation
from the outer world. It was secure, sustained, and sufficient
on its own. He didn't need to be told it
was working. He felt it. That feeling became his proof.
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He wasn't interested in announcing the process. He was living
the result. His life became the announcement, not because he
declared it, but because he became it. And when the
evidence arrived, it was simply the world catching up to
what he had long known in secret. This is the
way of true creation, not performance, but communion, not spectacle.
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But stillness. It is not in shouting what you want,
but in embodying what you have already received. He honored that,
and it made all the difference. His success was in
borne out of noise, but from quiet conviction. While others
waited for external permission to believe, he gave it to himself.
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He spoke to himself, and in doing so he tuned
the world to his frequency. The future didn't come because
he begged for it. It came because he agreed with
it in the silence of his own soul. When he
sat down to write, he wasn't just scribbling desires on paper.
He wasn't hoping, he wasn't asking. He was remembering, remembering
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who he truly was. In that quiet moment, pen in hand,
he wasn't a man trying to win the lottery. He
was something far more powerful, a creator, calling forth an
experience from the invisible realm into the visible world. He
had awakened to a truth that changes everything. The words
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I am are not to be spoken lightly. They are
not a wish, They are not a request. They are
a decree. And what follows I am must come to
pass because it is a statement of being. He was
not trying to become a winner. He assumed that identity
right then and there, I am the winner of the lottery.
Not one day, not maybe, but now. That sentence, spoken
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in the silence of his own heart, was not fiction.
It was creation. And so when he wrote, it was
not a man writing to get something. It was a
being remembering what was already his. He had moved beyond
begging and beyond striving. There was no more trying. There
was only knowing, knowing that consciousness is the only reality,
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knowing that what you accept as true of yourself becomes
your world. He did not need to see the wind
to believe it. He believed it, and therefore he would
see it. Every time he wrote. It wasn't to convince
the universe. It was to align his mind with the
truth of his being. He was not an observer of reality,
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He was its architect. He was not under the control
of fate or chance. He was the very source from
which circumstances flowed. And he knew that the outer world
would conform not because of effort of force, but because
of assumption held with unwavering confidence. He called upon this
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truth not just with words, but with feeling. He felt
the power of I am. He breathed it, he lived it.
When he walked through the world, he didn't carry the
energy of someone hoping to win. He moved with the
calm certainty of one who already had. The inner shift
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had occurred, and so the outer shift was inevitable. This
was no longer a game of luck. It was the
fulfillment of law, the law that states whatever you feel
yourself to be, you will experience. And so he kept
returning to that truth again and again. He affirmed not
just the outcome, but the identity behind it. He wasn't
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becoming someone else. He was uncovering who he had always been,
the one with the power to declare I am and
know it would become flesh. He did not ask will
it work? He knew that question only aroun when you
forget who you are. And he refused to forget. He remembered,
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and in remembering, he won not just the lottery, but
the mastery of himself. The outer win was merely a
reflection of the inner command. When the numbers finally appeared,
when the world finally caught up, there was no shock,
only gratitude. He had already lived it, already claimed it.
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Already become it because he remembered who he truly was,
and that memory shaped the world around him. Do you
see he did not win by chance. He won because
he remembered the truth that the imagination is the womb
of reality, the world is the seed, and feeling is
the life that brings it forth. He did not ask
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the world to give, He assumed it was already his.
He didn't beg he declared, he didn't see signs. He
became the sign. While others waited for proof, he lived
as proof, day after day, in silence, in certainty. He
wrote not to wish, but to affirm, And in doing so,
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the invisible became visible, the unseen became seen. This is
the path for all who dare to believe. You do
not hope for what you want, You become it. You
do not look to the world for evidence. You create
the evidence by embodying the end that is the power
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within you. Use it, trust it, live it, saying thank you,
thank you for listening. May you walk forward now with
quiet confidence, knowing that your inner world holds the key
to all you seek. And may you write not to
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beg but to command, Because your words, your feelings, and
your Assumptions are the tools of creation. Use them well,
and the world will reflect what you already know to
be true.
There was a man not different from you, not more educated,
not more privileged, not born into wealth. But he knew something.
He remembered something that all things begin not in the world,
but in the mind. And so he wrote. He didn't
(00:21):
try to beg he didn't try to plead with the universe.
He wrote as if the thing had already been done.
He wrote from the end. He took a piece of paper,
and with the stillness of conviction, he penned, I am
so grateful I won the lottery. The winning numbers were called,
and I felt calm. I knew it was mine. And
(00:45):
he repeated it, not with effort, but with joy, with stillness,
with inner knowing. He wasn't waiting for evidence. He became
the evidence. He didn't check the odds, He checked only
his inner state. Every day he returned to the page,
(01:08):
not because he doubted, but because he delighted in the assumption.
He lived inside the feeling of the wish fulfilled. He
walked like a wealthy man. He gave thanks like a
wealthy man. He wrote as a wealthy man, would write, calm,
direct and certain. The world told him he was foolish,
(01:29):
But the world only mirrors the voices within. So he
ignored the noise and listened to the still voice inside
that whispered, it is done. And then it happened. The
numbers were drawn. His hands did not shake, his heart
(01:50):
did not raise. He had already received it in the unseen.
The physical was just a delayed echo of the truth
he had accept did long before. This is how it works.
You do not write to get, You write because you
already have. You do not imagine to attract. You imagine
(02:14):
to awaken what is already yours. So I ask you,
how would you write if you knew you couldn't fail?
How would you speak if the universe had no option
but to deliver? How would you live if the money
was already on its way? Write like that, think like that,
feel like that, and you will see that nothing is
(02:36):
withheld from the one who knows who they are. You
are not trying to win the lottery. You are awakening
to the truth. You are the one who gives the command.
Your outer world is not shaped by chance, luck, or circumstance.
It is the outpicturing of your inner state. The thoughts
you dwell upon, the images you nurture in your imagination.
(02:59):
The assumption you hold is true. These are the architects
of your experience. To believe that wealth comes from external
causes is to hand your power over to the illusion
of the world. But once you grasp that imagination is
the true cause of wealth, you begin to live from
(03:19):
a different center. You stop trying to manipulate the outer
world and instead begin to master the inner. To win
the lottery, or to achieve anything that seems unlikely or miraculous,
one must not seek to become lucky. Luck implies randomness,
but there is nothing random in a universe governed by consciousness.
(03:42):
There is only reflection. What you accept and believe within
yourself is faithfully mirrored back to you by life. The
man who wins is not the man who wishes. He
is not the man who writes out his desires while
simultaneously doubting them. The man who wins is the one
one who assumes the state of the winner. This is
(04:03):
not about positive thinking or repeating empty affirmations. It is
about shifting into a new state of being. To assume
the state of already being wealthy means you begin to
feel the life you would live if your desire were
already fulfilled. You do not wait for the external world
to validate your imagination. You move inward to that secret place,
(04:26):
and you see yourself already possessing what you desire. You
hear congratulations in your imagination. You feel the softness of
the sheets in your new home. You spell the leather
of your new car. You write not to beg but
to declare. There is a great difference between wishful thinking
(04:48):
and inner knowing. Wishful thinking comes from lack. It says
I want this because I don't have it. In a
knowing says it is already mine. And so when you write,
write from the end. Do not write I hope I
win the lottery. Write I am so grateful I have won.
It feels peaceful, Everything is unfolding perfectly. And as you write,
(05:12):
do not just scribble words. Feel the truth of what
you are declaring. Let it saturate your mind and body.
Let the words become real to you. This is not
about faking it. This is about awakening to a deeper
truth that you are not separate from your desire. The
moment you assume it, the moment you live in it inwardly,
(05:33):
it begins to harden into fact. You must become so
convinced of your inner reality that the outer world cannot
shake you. You may not know how or when it
will arrive, but that is not your concern. The bridge
of incidents will unfold in perfect time. Your only task
is to remain faithful to the feeling of the wish fulfilled.
(05:55):
You do not need to chase, manipulate, or scheme. You
only need to imagine. Imagine vividly, imagine consistently, Imagine boldly.
Your imagination is not a fantasy. It is the creative
power that forms your reality. Use it wisely, for it
(06:16):
is always at work. And when you write from that
sacred place of inner conviction, you are not merely expressing hope.
You are setting creation in motion. When he set down
to write, he was not a beggar hoping the universe
might toss him a coin. He was a creator, aligning
himself with the reality he had already chosen. The words
(06:38):
he wrote did not come from doubt or desperation. They
came from authority. He didn't ask will it happen? He stated,
it has happened. The subtle difference in tone, in belief,
in posture is what separates those who receive from those
who only wish. Words are not mere symbols on a page.
They are vehicles of power. When spoken or written with conviction,
(07:00):
they move unseen forces into action. He understood something most
never do. That words mol reality, not because they are
magic in and of themselves, but because they carry the energy,
the assumption, and the inner state of the one who
speaks or writes them. When he wrote I am the
(07:23):
winner of the lottery, he was not engaging in fantasy.
He wasn't daydreaming or toying with a nice idea. He
was stepping into a new version of himself and affirming
what that version already knew to be true. The pen
became a sacred instrument. It was no longer ink on paper.
(07:44):
It was command upon consciousness. People often write from a
place of fear. They journal their worries. They write about
what they lack, They chronicle what hasn't gone right. All
this does is reinforce the current reality they claim to
want to escape. But when he wrote, it was different.
He didn't record his current situation. He declared his new one.
(08:07):
He didn't say I hope one day I will win.
He said I have won, and then he felt what
that meant. He infused the sentence with certainty, calm, and peace.
He didn't need to see the numbers yet, because he
had already seen them within. Words backed by belief become
(08:27):
law not because the world must obey, but because the
world does obey the inner convictions of man, the outer
response to the inner. And so he wrote not to
convince the world, but to convince himself. Every sentence was
a reminder to his deeper self, this is who I
am now. He rewrote his identity not by force, but
(08:49):
by repetition, by assumption, and by feeling. Eventually, there was
no longer a question in his mind. It felt natural
to declare, I am wealthy, I am chosen, I am grateful,
And so it became. He treated the act of writing
as sacred. He didn't rush, he didn't worry if it
(09:09):
was working. He knew that each word was planting a
seed and consciousness, and as surely as a planted seed sprouts,
the reality he wrote about had to come forth not
because he begged, not because he asked nicely, but because
he spoke it into existence. Reality takes shape through conviction,
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and conviction is often expressed most powerfully in the quiet
moments when no one is watching, when nothing yet appears
to have changed, but the change begins in those unseen moments.
He didn't wait for evidence to believe. He believed, and
then the evidence came. His words were not empty, They
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were aligned, saturated with meaning and equi a truth that
had already been accepted in his imagination. This is how
reality is rewritten, not with force, not worth striving, but
with deliberate, powerful words that come from knowing. He didn't
just write to express desire. He wrote to declare identity,
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and when identity changes, so does the world. He didn't
sit down to write as a man waiting for something
to happen. He wrote as one who already knew it
had And more than the words he penned, it was
the feeling behind them that moved mountains. He didn't just
write I am the winner of the lottery with idle
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hope or mental repetition. He wrote it with a heart
that had already celebrated, with the spirit that had already
received that feeling, the thrill of accomplishment, the peace of security,
the joy of abundance that was the true power behind
his creation. Feeling is the secret ingredient, not action, not struggle,
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not even the repetition of affirmations. It is feeling that
impresses upon the unseen and molds the formless into form.
Words are the brushstrokes, but feeling is the color, the depth,
the life. He understood that without emotion, a sentence is
just ink on paper, but infused with feeling, it becomes
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a living force, a signal to the universe that says,
this is real for me. Now. When he imagine holding
that winning ticket, he didn't just see numbers. He felt
the weight of the paper, the rush of disbelief giving
way to certainty, the gratitude washing over him like a wave.
He felt the cause he would make, the relief in
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his chest, the tears he would wipe from his eyes.
He made it real, not through effort, but through inner experience,
and in doing so, he shifted his state of being.
He was no longer the man hoping to win. He
became the man who had already won, and the world,
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always a mirror, had no choice but to reflect that change.
This is where many miss the mark. They repeat the words,
they visualize the event, but they forget to feel. They
wait for circumstances to change before giving themselves permission to
feel what they desire. But this man reversed the order
he felt. At first, he didn't ask life to give
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him something new. He gave it to himself in imagination,
and life followed it always does. Emotion is the bridge
between the inner and the outer. It is the proof
of belief. You cannot feel what you do not accept
as possible, and once you allow yourself to feel the
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result as though it has already happened, you step into
a new state. From that state, actions are different, thoughts
are different, outcomes are different. He lived from the end
not in fantasy, but in faith, and that faith had
a sound, a temperature, a vibration. It was felt. The
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feeling came before the wind. It had to, just as
a tree grows from a seed buried in the dark soil.
The manifestation grew from the unseen certainty he cultivated in silence.
Each day he returned to that feeling, not out of impatience,
but out of joy. It became his dwelling place, his sanctuary.
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While others waited for proof, he became the proof. He
carried the evidence within him, and eventually the world bowed
to it. It was in luck. It wasn't chance, It
was alignment. It was emotional certainty. The world cannot resist
a heart that knows, and his heart knew you long
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before the numbers ever did. There were no signs in
the sky, no divine signal, no hint from the outer
world to suggest he was close, No sudden luck, no
dreams offering confirmation, no voice from the universe whispering it's coming.
It was silent still. The world gave him nothing to
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lean on, and yet he persisted. He kept stepping into
the scene of the fulfilled desire, not once, but every day.
When others would have grown tired, when doubt would have
crept in and whispered, why are you still doing this,
he answered with quiet certainty. He wasn't looking for signs.
He was the sign. His persistence didn't come from desperation.
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It came from knowing. He understood a truth that few
are willing to live out. What you assume as true
within consistently and faithfully must reflect itself without it is lord.
So he persisted, not to force the world, but to
remain faithful to the version of himself he had already accepted.
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That version, the one who had already won, already received,
already experienced. The miracle was more real to him than
the man the mirror reflected. The outer world was simply
taking time to catch up, but his inner reality was
already alive. This is the quiet courage. No one talks about,
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the strength to keep assuming in the face of nothing,
no reward yet, no movement, just stillness. Most would break,
Most would give up and declare it's not working. But
he knew better. He knew the world conforms to sustained
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inner conviction, not to fleeting thoughts or half beliefs, but
to unshake assumption held firm overtime. So he kept writing,
not to convince the universe, but to remind himself, not
to ask, but to declare. He didn't write because he doubted.
He wrote because he believed. It became his daily ritual,
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his alignment with the unseen truth. Each word he wrote,
each time he imagined, was a step deeper into the
state of the wish fulfilled. And though the world remained quiet,
he moved with assurance. He laughed when others worried, He
gave thanks when nothing had shown up. He warked as
the man who had already received it. That is the
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power of living. In the end, you no longer seek,
you express, You no longer ask. You assume. An assumption,
when held daily, becomes identity. That identity draws the corresponding
world to itself like a magnet. The outer must bend
to the inner. There is no other way. The scene changed,
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not by chance, but by law. The winning numbers came,
the impossible became fact. But by the time the event unfolded,
he was already prepared. He had lived it a thousand
times in imagination. He had felt it, breathed it, become it,
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and the world simply followed the path he had carved
out with his persistent assumption. You do not need evidence
to persist, You only need conviction. Do not wait for signs,
be the sign, persist beyond sight. Live from the end.
Let your assumption be your truth. Even when the world
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remained silent, and in time the silence will break, not
because you forced it, but because you faithfully live in
the reality no one else could see but you. He
didn't tell the world what he was doing. He didn't
post it, share it, or ask for opinions. He understood
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something most never grasped. The creative power is not loud,
It is sacred. It is not something to display, but
something to dwell. In so he kept it close. He
didn't declare his desire to the world. He whispered it
to himself. He wasn't seeking validation from others. He was
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anchoring his own belief. This was a personal conversation, a
silent dialogue between his present self and the version of
him that already lived the fulfilled desire. When he wrote,
he wasn't scripting a message to convince the universe. He
was aligning his thoughts with the deeper truth. He wasn't pleading,
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He was confirming. He was not trying to make something happen.
He was remembering what was already done in the unseen.
He knew that speaking too soon or too widely often
waters down the power. That desire, once exposed to doubt,
begins to wither. Others project their fears, their logic, their disbelief,
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and that pollution can infect your own vision if you're
not rooted. So he protected it. He didn't explain himself.
He didn't try to convert any one to his way
of thinking. He honored the process in silence. He knew
this power doesn't require noise, it requires intimacy. He treated
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his imagination like sacred ground. Each time he wrote, He
tuned in not to the world, but to the voice within.
That inner voice, the one that says it is done,
was the only one he needed to hear, and so
he wrote, not for show, but for self. He was
not asking life to give him something new. He was
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reminding himself that it was already his, and that reminder,
repeated in stillness, was enough. In this sacred space where
no one else was watching, he became someone new. He
dropped the version of himself that was waiting and stepped
into the one who already had. In that private exchange,
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penned a paper, thought to word, mind to spirit. He
wore a new identity. And this identity didn't need confirmation
from the outer world. It was secure, sustained, and sufficient
on its own. He didn't need to be told it
was working. He felt it. That feeling became his proof.
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He wasn't interested in announcing the process. He was living
the result. His life became the announcement, not because he
declared it, but because he became it. And when the
evidence arrived, it was simply the world catching up to
what he had long known in secret. This is the
way of true creation, not performance, but communion, not spectacle.
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But stillness. It is not in shouting what you want,
but in embodying what you have already received. He honored that,
and it made all the difference. His success was in
borne out of noise, but from quiet conviction. While others
waited for external permission to believe, he gave it to himself.
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He spoke to himself, and in doing so he tuned
the world to his frequency. The future didn't come because
he begged for it. It came because he agreed with
it in the silence of his own soul. When he
sat down to write, he wasn't just scribbling desires on paper.
He wasn't hoping, he wasn't asking. He was remembering, remembering
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who he truly was. In that quiet moment, pen in hand,
he wasn't a man trying to win the lottery. He
was something far more powerful, a creator, calling forth an
experience from the invisible realm into the visible world. He
had awakened to a truth that changes everything. The words
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I am are not to be spoken lightly. They are
not a wish, They are not a request. They are
a decree. And what follows I am must come to
pass because it is a statement of being. He was
not trying to become a winner. He assumed that identity
right then and there, I am the winner of the lottery.
Not one day, not maybe, but now. That sentence, spoken
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in the silence of his own heart, was not fiction.
It was creation. And so when he wrote, it was
not a man writing to get something. It was a
being remembering what was already his. He had moved beyond
begging and beyond striving. There was no more trying. There
was only knowing, knowing that consciousness is the only reality,
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knowing that what you accept as true of yourself becomes
your world. He did not need to see the wind
to believe it. He believed it, and therefore he would
see it. Every time he wrote. It wasn't to convince
the universe. It was to align his mind with the
truth of his being. He was not an observer of reality,
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He was its architect. He was not under the control
of fate or chance. He was the very source from
which circumstances flowed. And he knew that the outer world
would conform not because of effort of force, but because
of assumption held with unwavering confidence. He called upon this
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truth not just with words, but with feeling. He felt
the power of I am. He breathed it, he lived it.
When he walked through the world, he didn't carry the
energy of someone hoping to win. He moved with the
calm certainty of one who already had. The inner shift
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had occurred, and so the outer shift was inevitable. This
was no longer a game of luck. It was the
fulfillment of law, the law that states whatever you feel
yourself to be, you will experience. And so he kept
returning to that truth again and again. He affirmed not
just the outcome, but the identity behind it. He wasn't
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becoming someone else. He was uncovering who he had always been,
the one with the power to declare I am and
know it would become flesh. He did not ask will
it work? He knew that question only aroun when you
forget who you are. And he refused to forget. He remembered,
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and in remembering, he won not just the lottery, but
the mastery of himself. The outer win was merely a
reflection of the inner command. When the numbers finally appeared,
when the world finally caught up, there was no shock,
only gratitude. He had already lived it, already claimed it.
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Already become it because he remembered who he truly was,
and that memory shaped the world around him. Do you
see he did not win by chance. He won because
he remembered the truth that the imagination is the womb
of reality, the world is the seed, and feeling is
the life that brings it forth. He did not ask
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the world to give, He assumed it was already his.
He didn't beg he declared, he didn't see signs. He
became the sign. While others waited for proof, he lived
as proof, day after day, in silence, in certainty. He
wrote not to wish, but to affirm, And in doing so,
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the invisible became visible, the unseen became seen. This is
the path for all who dare to believe. You do
not hope for what you want, You become it. You
do not look to the world for evidence. You create
the evidence by embodying the end that is the power
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within you. Use it, trust it, live it, saying thank you,
thank you for listening. May you walk forward now with
quiet confidence, knowing that your inner world holds the key
to all you seek. And may you write not to
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beg but to command, Because your words, your feelings, and
your Assumptions are the tools of creation. Use them well,
and the world will reflect what you already know to
be true.
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