About two years ago I decided I wanted a Mercedes.
At the time I was driving a Maruti Swift in Kochi (South India), so it wasn’t exactly like I was deciding between two cars at the dealership lol.
The Mercedes was a serious stretch for me financially.
I saved a picture of the exact model I wanted on my phone. It was actually the previous version, in black.
I used to look at that picture quite a lot and imagine myself driving it.
Then I started doing something that sounds slightly stupid when I type it out.
While driving my Swift, I’d sometimes hold the steering wheel and imagine it was the Mercedes steering wheel.
I’d imagine the leather under my hands, the interior around me, the seats, the smell, everything.
Except there was one obvious problem.
I had no idea what half of those things actually felt like 😂
So I started visiting multiple Mercedes showrooms in Kerala.
I sat inside the cars, spoke to the sales guys, asked questions and eventually convinced them to give me a test drive.
This was before the current version came out, so I drove the previous model.
And I paid attention to EVERYTHING.
The steering wheel. The leather. The smell when you got inside. The materials. The switches. The seats. The way the door closed.
Even how Mercedes treated you when you walked into the showroom as a potential customer.
I also started watching the people who were actually there seriously considering these cars.
How they dressed. How they spoke. What questions they asked. How they interacted with the salespeople.
And honestly, one thing that struck me was how normal most of them were.
I think I’d unconsciously created this idea that people who bought cars like that belonged to some completely different world.
Going there regularly started breaking that down.
So I’d leave Mercedes, get back into my Swift and drive home.
Except now the visualization was different.
When I imagined my hands on the Mercedes steering wheel, I actually knew what it felt like.
I knew the texture of the leather.
I knew the smell of the interior.
I’d actually driven the car.
So I’d bring those memories into the Swift.
I even started asking myself:
If this really was my Mercedes, how would I be driving right now?
And my driving genuinely changed.
I became calmer. Smoother acceleration and braking. Less pointless aggression in retarded Kochi traffic. Less need to race somebody because they overtook me.
I started treating my Swift with the same care I imagined I’d give the Mercedes.
Then it started spreading into the rest of my life.
I dressed better.
I paid more attention to grooming.
I changed the way I carried myself.
I became more deliberate about how I spoke to people.
I became more careful with money.
And somewhere along the way this stopped being about pretending I owned an expensive car.
I was building an identity.
And this is where things got really interesting.
Because the Mercedes wasn’t actually the biggest change.
My career started changing too.
I became much more serious about my work because the person I was trying to become simply couldn’t keep some of my old habits.
I stopped wasting ridiculous amounts of time.
I became more comfortable approaching people.
I followed up on things I previously would have ignored.
I started putting myself into environments I probably would’ve avoided before.
I took certain opportunities more seriously because I was thinking further ahead.
And then I started having these weird “right person at the right time” moments.
Someone would introduce me to somebody who happened to know exactly the person I needed.
I’d have a random conversation that turned into an opportunity.
I’d contact someone at almost exactly the right moment.
I’d hear about something because I happened to be in a particular place or talking to a particular person.
A couple of these genuinely made me think, what are the chances of that?
If you’re heavily into manifestation, you might say I was aligning with the timeline where these things were supposed to happen.
Maybe.
But I can also see a very practical explanation for at least some of it.
I was behaving differently, so I was encountering different people and different opportunities.
Old me might not have started the conversation.
Old me might not have followed up.
Old me might have dismissed the opportunity.
Old me might not even have been in that room.
So were these people suddenly appearing because I changed my “timeline”?
Or had changing my identity made me more likely to notice them, meet them and actually do something when the opportunity appeared?
I genuinely don’t know.
Maybe it’s a bit of both, depending on what you believe.
All I know is that once I became really focused on this new version of myself, life started feeling like it had direction.
One opportunity connected to another.
One person led to another person.
My work improved.
My income started improving.
And the gap between the life I was living and the one I’d been imagining started getting smaller.
That’s what “alignment” eventually came to mean to me.
Not sitting at home trying to vibrate myself into another timeline.
It was more like:
I knew which timeline I wanted, and I started making decisions that made it easier for my life to move in that direction.
Then eventually I was actually in a position to buy the Mercedes.
And here’s the funny part.
After almost two years of looking at a picture of the previous model in BLACK…
I didn’t buy it 😂
By then the newer version was available and when I saw it in another colour, I liked it much more.
So I bought that one.
Two years visualizing a black Mercedes just to change my mind when I finally had to put the money down lol.
But that also taught me something.
Apparently I didn’t need every tiny detail of the visualization to happen exactly as pictured.
The black Mercedes was just the reference point.
The identity was the important part.
And when I finally sat behind the wheel of my own Mercedes and put my hands on that leather steering wheel, it was honestly surreal.
Because I remembered doing exactly that in my Swift.
Same Kochi roads.
Same hands.
Very different steering wheel.
And yet it felt weirdly familiar.
I don’t think visualization magically paid for my Mercedes.
I did.
I worked my ass off for those two years.
But I also can’t ignore how much my life started changing after I stopped seeing the Mercedes as something that belonged to “another kind of person” and started becoming that person myself.
Maybe that’s manifestation.
Maybe it’s psychology.
Maybe it’s identity-based behaviour.
Maybe changing yourself simply changes the opportunities you’re capable of seeing and acting on.
I don’t know.
But I know the Mercedes wasn’t really the manifestation.
The person I had to become to buy it was.
The car just came with him.
I am not selling any courses, I am not giving out any paid advice. All I am trying to do is give one example.
I am now trying to manifest a lifestyle and it has not yet gone to plans. So not everything can be manifested with the same techniques.
WOW! So Many Mallus reading this. Hope to you are all inspired.
