My Christmas Miracle - How I Manifested the “Impossible” Sale

There was a moment when everyone around me said it wasn’t possible.

The agent my husband chose told us the market wasn’t there.

My husband told me the numbers didn’t stack up.

The history of sales said otherwise.

The logic said no.

But I knew something they didn’t.

I knew that in the quantum field, everything is possible.

From the very beginning, the sale of our Melbourne home was never just about selling a house. It had a purpose. An intention. A destination.

In my body, in my intuition, a number arrived—clear, unwavering.

That number wasn’t random. It was the bridge between two realities:

selling in Melbourne and buying on the Gold Coast.

To me, the two events were already connected.

Because everything is connected, isn’t it?

My husband disagreed.

He said I was comparing apples with pears.

Melbourne and the Gold Coast were different markets, different rules, different realities.

But I knew there was no difference in the field where creation happens.

So I went to work—not in the way most people would.

I worked with number codes:

• Point of Calm: 100 · 110 · 50 · 10

• Eternal Love: 888 · 912 · 818848

I ran them over myself.

Over the house.

Over the timeline.

Over every conversation, every inspection, every unseen interaction.

I erased old imprints of disappointment.

I softened moments of doubt.

I returned—again and again—to trust, to wonder, to happiness.

I repeated mantras not to force an outcome, but to remember who I was being and that everything is possible.

And then I let go of expectation.

I allowed Divine energy to do what it does best.

As a Tarot reader, I could see the unfolding before it happened.

I saw the slow start.

I saw the pauses.

I saw the buyers who would play a game before committing.

And while I could see it all, my husband kept challenging me.

Still, I held my ground. This was about alignment, about receiving what is mine by Divine right.

About selling one house to step into the next chapter—not selling for the sake of selling.

And then… Christmas Eve arrived.

The first offer came in.

Over a million dollars.

And right there in the number was 111.

That was my sign.

That was the moment my body said yes.

That was when I knew—it had landed.

Then, as if guided by something greater, the agent worked her own kind of magic.

Another buyer appeared.

A higher offer followed.

The house sold for over a million.

Today, my husband calls me a miracle worker. I don’t need his approval to be who I am or to do what I do. But there is something powerful about being seen—especially when the results are no longer invisible. He now recognises that my intuition, and the skills I’ve devoted myself to mastering, don’t just live in the spiritual realm.

They create real, tangible outcomes.

There is so much more to this story. Layers I haven’t shared. Moments only I witnessed and this is the shorter version.

And maybe, it’s enough to remind you that when you trust what you know, when you stay anchored in intention, when you let go and allow the impossible has a way of quietly becoming inevitable. 

Thank you for sharing my story. - Xenia Favaretto (Australia)