I honestly don’t try to manifest a thing. Learning tricks to ‘get more of what the small self wants’ feels empty, since I deeply want the Divine to take over. To me, that Love itself can be invited to use and fill ANY of us, more and more each day, is ridiculously exciting. The rest is icing on the cake.
Even during crazy times (and omg, I’ve had plenty) there’s a reliable prayer. “Ok, God, I don’t know why this is happening, but just take me over, show the way. Show me the actions. Make me open, make me Yours. I am Yours alone.”
Actually, many old souls (regardless of age) come to feel like this. What’s interesting is what happens when you get OUT of the way. Miracle after miracle, even tiny ones. Often the weirdest, smallest needs get addressed.