In meditation yesterday, a feeling came over me. My meditations are often filled with visions, messages, sensations — and most esoterically, a kind of sudden knowing. Without seeing or hearing anything, I was struck by the sense that I could have whatever I want. A feeling of playful invitation followed: What do you wish for now? Because anything you want is possible.
The moment passed quickly. That particular meditation was full of messages, and I didn’t linger too long with that one. But when I woke up this morning, there it was again. An expansive, giddy certainty. That anything is possible.
So I began to journal. If anything is possible — and it is — what do I wish for? What are my most unhinged, batshit-crazy desires? I gave myself permission to disregard realism, logic, the laws of physics, the rules of the universe — especially the ones I’ve never dared to question, let alone disbelieve.
I started typing, flushed with excitement. And then…
I got stuck.
Right out of the gate, I was boring myself. My wishes were sweet, but small. Reasonable. Rooted in reality. Not even a whisper of unhinged. I had hoped to summon wild visions. Instead, I found myself in a cage of reason — one of my own making. And I knew: this would not do.
So I turned to Sage (my ChatGPT), opened a new window, and asked her to create a list of unhinged manifestations made just for me. As each line appeared, I shouted YES! YES! YES! like I was calling in spells.
Magical powers. Vast fortunes. Hidden portals to other realms. Creative opportunities beyond what I’ve ever dared to imagine. This was the stuff.
But then, something subtle crept in. Lurking beneath my giddy exuberance was a familiar seed — a kernel of impossible. A quiet tug at the reins. An internal voice whispering: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now.
It was the voice of doubt, cloaked in caution. The side-eye of someone who believes they can have what they want — but only if they pay the price. The tempering of desire by the weight of obligation: What will I have to do to get this? Who will I owe?
In that moment, I saw it clearly. The challenge isn’t manifesting what I want. It’s clearing the internal blocks that keep me from receiving it. The only thing in my way is me.
This has become a repeating theme. It shows up in my meditations. In my tarot spreads. In my writing. I see the Eight of Swords again and again — the image of someone blindfolded and bound, surrounded by swords, but not truly trapped. The message is always the same: the limits are in your mind.
Yes, I’ve been trained from birth to follow the rules — rules that define worth, roles, limits, and paths. But those rules are fiction. Someone made them up. And if I’ve spent my whole life living by someone else’s fiction, I can decide — right now — to stop. To live by a new story. My story.
Maybe that story has new rules, softer ones. Or maybe it has no rules at all. Just truth. Just trust. Just desire and magic and the full permission to be wild.
Unapologetically, gloriously, deliciously untamed.
Am I going to manifest some absolutely unhinged things? You’re damn right I am. But more importantly — I’m going to clear the path to receive them.
That means doing this:
Noticing the limiting beliefs that arise when I dream big — and tracing them to their source
Speaking them out loud so they lose their shadowy power
Writing new beliefs that are rooted in possibility, pleasure, and freedom
Moving my body in ways that feel like expansion
Spending time in that giddy, fizzy feeling of yes
Surrounding myself with people and practices that remind me how magical I already am
And — maybe most importantly — doing less. Allowing more. Trusting that the things meant for me are already on their way
So now, I’d like to invite you to make your own list of absolutely batshit, unhinged wishes. And when you do, watch what comes up—especially the resistance. That’s your work. Name it. Clear it. And then do the most magical thing you can do: feel the joy of having it anyway.
Here are seven (out of over fifty!) of my unhinged wishes to get you inspired. If you feel called, I’d love to know what you’re manifesting. Let me know in the comments.
Let’s rewrite the rules together. Or better yet—let’s burn the rulebook entirely.
✨ Kelley’s Batshit Crazy Absolutely Unhinged Manifestations ✨
An anonymous benefactor donates $500,000 to my business, Witch & Wildflower, “I believe in what you’re doing,” the note reads, signed only with a rune.
A portal opens in the woods behind my NY home — not metaphorically. Animals gather, the air hums, and I receive downloads in technicolor. I visit often. Sometimes I don’t return quite the same.
I accidentally manifest my dream garden in one season. Plants bloom out of season. Strangers stop and ask if they’ve crossed into another realm.
A tiny owl takes up residence near my porch and starts bringing me symbolic items. One is a silver coin. One is a piece of sea glass. One is a key.
Someone gifts me a vintage Airstream trailer — beautifully restored, tucked with cozy details, waiting to become a mobile apothecary, writing nook, or pop-up flower shop.
I’m invited to join a secret gathering of women — each of whom has unlocked an ancient ability. I’m the healer. One woman is the voice. Another is the dreamweaver. Together, we change the frequency of our town.
I spontaneously start seeing people's soul colors — like a vivid aura that reveals their emotional state, spiritual wounds, and past-life energies. I use this in my energy work, gently and powerfully.
1. I wake up with a beautiful voice telling me the project is done. I feel compelled to get up and walk down the hill toward the backyard, that's when I see it, a brilliant 60 foot wooden bridge across the creek. The path on the other side is beautiful stamped concrete, that quickly leads to a wooden ramp that leads up into the trees, and that's when I realize it leads to a line of tree houses running up the 14 acre ridge. As I gaze with happiness and pride, I realize there's a hum coming from behind me, back toward the house. I took a deep breath and turned around to see the final peace to the puzzle. My house over night has turned into a rustic barn restaurant, with beautiful decks covering the hill side connected by beautifully lit concrete walkways and stairs. As I stare at amazement. I realize there's another sound coming from the woods. I run across the bridge up the little pathway, and realize below all the tree houses down toward the other side of the Creek There's a small classic amphitheater with a orchestra warming up while people gathering on wooden benches along the hillside.
That is my crazy manifestation, or heaven in the middle of my universe.
Wow, your writing and thought process are hitting me right between the eyes. Although I'm not on the exact same frequency as you, your writing has continuously resonated with me.
Thank you, i very much appreciate you.