“You’re frustrated.” I could see it in her eyes, as they welled up with tears about to cry. She’d done all the visualizing. She’d journaled and future-casted, prayed, entered the astral-plane, dropped into the 5-D. She’d created more vision boards in 1 year than most do in their lifetime. She meditated, constantly, incessantly, daily. She raised her vibe, tapped into the frequency, experienced the Divine. She’d gone through therapy, reiki, sound-healing, trauma counseling, prayer-circles, support groups. She’d taken classes in neuroscience, courses in mindset, courses in Miracles. She’d surrounded herself with quartzes and played Solfeggio Hz frequencies every hour. She’d invested in herself, buying programs, hiring mentors, coaches, doing masterminds. “You’re damn right I’m frustrated…wait, no, that’s negative language. I know I shouldn’t say it, but that’s where I am.” “Because you haven’t seen results yet.” “Exactly.”