Three women. Three new leads.

3 women wanted to see me and my son with nothing. I almost let them have it.

One was my sister.

One was my cousin.

One was my auntie who helped raise me.

They knew when I got paid.

They knew when my son smiled.

They knew when I almost caught up.

I kept working.

I kept paying.

Still the cards sat there.

The hospital bill sat there.

I was still behind.

It felt like whatever they wished on us took every dollar before I could pay anything off.

My son got quiet.

I got scared to hope.

I pay extra, then some new trouble take it.

I would stand in the kitchen asking God why doing right never moved me ahead.

Then my car needed repairs.

I called my siblings and asked for help.

Every one said no.

That part hurt me bad.

It already hard asking family for help.

You have to put your pride down just to make the call.

Then they say no and you still got the repair sitting there.

You still need the car.

You still got bills.

You still got to figure it out by yourself.

This is how it kept happening to me.

Money come in.

Then a bill take it.

I try to pay extra on the card.

Then the car need repairs and I have to put that right back on it.

I finally think me and my son can breathe a little.

Then something else happen.

Every good thing had something bad coming behind it.

I feel like every time I take one step forward I get knocked back ten times harder.

I was tired of being good at surviving.

Tired of moving one bill around so I can pay another one.

Tired of making payments and seeing almost the same balance there again.

Tired of asking people for help and hearing no.

Tired of good news making me scared because I know another bad thing might be coming behind it.

I just wanted what come into my life to stay long enough to pay off what I owe.

And I wanted my son protected from whatever was touching this household.

I believe these 3 women was wishing harm on us.

They was not strangers.

That make it worse.

These are people who know things about us.

People who know when we doing good.

People who know when we trying to get back up.

I seen how things changed after they turned against me.

The house felt heavy.

My son started carrying that same tired look.

Money would come close enough for us to touch and then be gone again.

I did not want revenge.

I wanted their hands off my household.

I wanted whatever they sent to stop reaching my son.

I wanted the money I worked hard to get to finally get me out of debt.

That is when I found out about what Tibetan practitioners call fortune theft.

I never heard them words before.

But soon as I heard what it mean, I knew that was what I been living.

Fortune theft do not mean somebody came inside your house and took money from your purse.

It mean good things get close but do not stay.

Money come in and a bill already waiting.

You get a little help and another problem take it.

You start to get a balance down and the car break down.

You think things getting better and then that heavy feeling come back.

In the Drepung Monastery tradition, they say harmful envy and harmful words can leave a wound in the Root Chakra.

Fortune keep draining through that wound before it get a chance to settle in your life.

That explain something I could never explain before.

I been working harder.

Paying more.

Cutting back harder.

Praying harder.

But I was pouring more and more into a life that still had a hole in it.

If a bucket got a hole, you do not fix it by pouring faster.

You close the hole.

That is where the Tibetan Bracelet of Fortune came in.

It is made with copper mined in Tibet.

Local Tibetan craftsmen make it using their traditional ways.

It is blessed through the Drepung Monastery tradition.

You wear it on your dominant hand.

The hand you work with.

The hand you pay bills with.

The hand you hold your car keys with.

The hand you use to reach for your child.

In this tradition, blessed copper break the hold of harmful envy and seal the Root Chakra wound where fortune been leaking out.

I got mine and put it on my right hand that same day.

I did not take it off.

The first thing I noticed was the house.

It did not feel so heavy.

It was quiet in a good way.

My son sat in the kitchen with me and we talked without both of us feeling mad and tired for no reason.

That might sound small to somebody else.

It was not small to me.

It felt like my home belonged to us again.

Then money came in.

I almost did not want to look at my account because I was waiting for the next thing to take it.

I paid the light bill.

I bought groceries.

I put gas in the car.

And there was still money there.

Not one dollar.

Not five dollars.

There was $217 still sitting in my account.

I checked it again that night.

Still there.

I checked the next morning.

Still there.

That money stayed long enough for me to put it toward the card.

On top of what I already paid.

I almost cried doing that.

Because it had been so long since I got that balance down without having to put something right back on it.

Then the car started making that noise again.

The same kind of thing that used to make my whole stomach drop.

Before, I would start thinking who can I ask.

Which sibling might answer.

How I am going to explain why I need help again.

This time I took the car in.

The repair was $389.

And I paid it myself.

Without putting it on the card.

I did not call nobody.

I did not beg.

I did not hear no.

I gave the man my debit card, got my keys back and drove home.

That was the moment I knew something had changed.

It was not only money.

It was my pride coming back.

It was knowing a problem could happen and it did not have to knock me down ten times harder.

It was looking at my son and saying the car is fixed, we are okay.

It was one good thing staying good.

The card balance stayed down.

Then I finished paying the hospital bill.

I opened that statement and it said $0.

I kept looking at it.

One less thing following me into next month.

Since wearing the bracelet, I do not feel open to them 3 women the way I did before.

They can think what they want.

They can say what they want.

They can watch from far away.

But they do not get to sit over my household no more.

The bracelet stay on the hand I use every day.

Every time I see that copper on my wrist, I remember the leak is sealed.

My money can stay.

What I owe can finally go down.

My home can heal.

My son can be protected.

And I can build without waiting for somebody to knock it down.

That is the real benefit to me.

Not looking rich.

Not trying to make nobody jealous.

Being able to pay what need paying and still have something left.

Being able to pay a balance off and leave it paid off.

Being able to fix my car without asking siblings for money or adding it to what I already owe.

Being able to sleep without feeling that heavy thing over the house.

Being able to watch my son laugh and not wonder what bad thing coming next.

The bracelet is private too.

I did not have to call those women.

I did not have to accuse nobody.

I did not have to tell everybody my business.

I put it on my dominant hand and let the blessing do what it was made to do.

The copper matter.

Where it come from matter.

Who make it matter.

The Drepung blessing matter.

This is not some cheap piece of metal with a story put on it after.

The material, the making, the blessing and the way you wear it all belong to the same Tibetan protection tradition.

And it come with a 90 day money back guarantee.

That gave me enough time to get it, wear it and see the difference in my own life.

If you been having trouble getting out of debt...

If your money is gone right away on bills...

If you keep making payments but the balances barely move...

If every repair and problem put you right back where you started...

If you tired of asking siblings for help and their response being no...

If you feel like somebody close been wishing harm on your household...

Then learn why Tibetan practitioners call this pattern fortune theft.

See why they connect harmful envy with a wound in the Root Chakra.

See why Drepung blessed copper is worn on the hand you use every day.

You do not have to keep watching another bill undo the last payment you made.

You do not have to keep letting other people reach into what belong to you.

You are allowed to protect your household now.

Put the Tibetan Bracelet of Fortune on your dominant hand.

Seal the leak.

Protect your son.

And give the money you work hard for a chance to finally clear what you owe.

I let 3 women eat at my table. I believe they was the reason I could barely put food on it.

One was my own sister.

One was my cousin.

One was like a daughter to me.

My son watched me count dollars for the cards, the hospital bill, the months behind.

I work.

I pay.

Still the balance look back at me the same.

They smiled in my kitchen, then good luck left my house.

Every payday felt like water in my hands.

Every time I got close, something broke.

My boy ate less and pretended he was full.

I kept asking God why honest work never stayed.

Why paying never made a dent.

Why them three knew every time I had extra.

My car broke down.

I needed repair money.

I called my siblings.

They said no.

That part hurt me bad.

It already hard asking family for help.

You have to put your pride down just to make the call.

Then they say no and you still got the repair sitting there.

You still need the car.

You still got bills.

You still got to figure it out by yourself.

This is how it kept happening to me.

Money come in.

Then a bill take it.

I try to pay extra on the card.

Then the car need repairs and I have to put that right back on it.

I finally think me and my son can breathe a little.

Then something else happen.

Every good thing had something bad coming behind it.

I feel like every time I take one step forward I get knocked back ten times harder.

I was tired of being good at surviving.

Tired of moving one bill around so I can pay another one.

Tired of making payments and seeing almost the same balance there again.

Tired of asking people for help and hearing no.

Tired of good news making me scared because I know another bad thing might be coming behind it.

I just wanted what come into my life to stay long enough to pay off what I owe.

And I wanted my son protected from whatever was touching this household.

I believe these 3 women was wishing harm on us.

They was not strangers.

That make it worse.

These are people who know things about us.

People who know when we doing good.

People who know when we trying to get back up.

I seen how things changed after they turned against me.

The house felt heavy.

My son started carrying that same tired look.

Money would come close enough for us to touch and then be gone again.

I did not want revenge.

I wanted their hands off my household.

I wanted whatever they sent to stop reaching my son.

I wanted the money I worked hard to get to finally get me out of debt.

That is when I found out about what Tibetan practitioners call fortune theft.

I never heard them words before.

But soon as I heard what it mean, I knew that was what I been living.

Fortune theft do not mean somebody came inside your house and took money from your purse.

It mean good things get close but do not stay.

Money come in and a bill already waiting.

You get a little help and another problem take it.

You start to get a balance down and the car break down.

You think things getting better and then that heavy feeling come back.

In the Drepung Monastery tradition, they say harmful envy and harmful words can leave a wound in the Root Chakra.

Fortune keep draining through that wound before it get a chance to settle in your life.

That explain something I could never explain before.

I been working harder.

Paying more.

Cutting back harder.

Praying harder.

But I was pouring more and more into a life that still had a hole in it.

If a bucket got a hole, you do not fix it by pouring faster.

You close the hole.

That is where the Tibetan Bracelet of Fortune came in.

It is made with copper mined in Tibet.

Local Tibetan craftsmen make it using their traditional ways.

It is blessed through the Drepung Monastery tradition.

You wear it on your dominant hand.

The hand you work with.

The hand you pay bills with.

The hand you hold your car keys with.

The hand you use to reach for your child.

In this tradition, blessed copper break the hold of harmful envy and seal the Root Chakra wound where fortune been leaking out.

I got mine and put it on my right hand that same day.

I did not take it off.

The first thing I noticed was the house.

It did not feel so heavy.

It was quiet in a good way.

My son sat in the kitchen with me and we talked without both of us feeling mad and tired for no reason.

That might sound small to somebody else.

It was not small to me.

It felt like my home belonged to us again.

Then money came in.

I almost did not want to look at my account because I was waiting for the next thing to take it.

I paid the light bill.

I bought groceries.

I put gas in the car.

And there was still money there.

Not one dollar.

Not five dollars.

There was $217 still sitting in my account.

I checked it again that night.

Still there.

I checked the next morning.

Still there.

That money stayed long enough for me to put it toward the card.

On top of what I already paid.

I almost cried doing that.

Because it had been so long since I got that balance down without having to put something right back on it.

Then the car started making that noise again.

The same kind of thing that used to make my whole stomach drop.

Before, I would start thinking who can I ask.

Which sibling might answer.

How I am going to explain why I need help again.

This time I took the car in.

The repair was $389.

And I paid it myself.

Without putting it on the card.

I did not call nobody.

I did not beg.

I did not hear no.

I gave the man my debit card, got my keys back and drove home.

That was the moment I knew something had changed.

It was not only money.

It was my pride coming back.

It was knowing a problem could happen and it did not have to knock me down ten times harder.

It was looking at my son and saying the car is fixed, we are okay.

It was one good thing staying good.

The card balance stayed down.

Then I finished paying the hospital bill.

I opened that statement and it said $0.

I kept looking at it.

One less thing following me into next month.

Since wearing the bracelet, I do not feel open to them 3 women the way I did before.

They can think what they want.

They can say what they want.

They can watch from far away.

But they do not get to sit over my household no more.

The bracelet stay on the hand I use every day.

Every time I see that copper on my wrist, I remember the leak is sealed.

My money can stay.

What I owe can finally go down.

My home can heal.

My son can be protected.

And I can build without waiting for somebody to knock it down.

That is the real benefit to me.

Not looking rich.

Not trying to make nobody jealous.

Being able to pay what need paying and still have something left.

Being able to pay a balance off and leave it paid off.

Being able to fix my car without asking siblings for money or adding it to what I already owe.

Being able to sleep without feeling that heavy thing over the house.

Being able to watch my son laugh and not wonder what bad thing coming next.

The bracelet is private too.

I did not have to call those women.

I did not have to accuse nobody.

I did not have to tell everybody my business.

I put it on my dominant hand and let the blessing do what it was made to do.

The copper matter.

Where it come from matter.

Who make it matter.

The Drepung blessing matter.

This is not some cheap piece of metal with a story put on it after.

The material, the making, the blessing and the way you wear it all belong to the same Tibetan protection tradition.

And it come with a 90 day money back guarantee.

That gave me enough time to get it, wear it and see the difference in my own life.

If you been having trouble getting out of debt...

If your money is gone right away on bills...

If you keep making payments but the balances barely move...

If every repair and problem put you right back where you started...

If you tired of asking siblings for help and their response being no...

If you feel like somebody close been wishing harm on your household...

Then learn why Tibetan practitioners call this pattern fortune theft.

See why they connect harmful envy with a wound in the Root Chakra.

See why Drepung blessed copper is worn on the hand you use every day.

You do not have to keep watching another bill undo the last payment you made.

You do not have to keep letting other people reach into what belong to you.

You are allowed to protect your household now.

Put the Tibetan Bracelet of Fortune on your dominant hand.

Seal the leak.

Protect your son.

And give the money you work hard for a chance to finally clear what you owe.

The 3 women wishing harm on my household never had to touch my money to keep me in debt.

They was not strangers.

They was close enough to know my own son, my paydays, and which bill was late.

I kept working extra and sending payments, but the cards, the hospital bill, and the past due bills sat there like my money never even showed up.

My son watched me count the same bills twice, both of us drained, asking why one step forward always turned into ten steps back.

These women knew when things looked better for us.

That is when some new problem would come take the little bit we almost had right out of our hands.

Then the car broke.

I needed repair money, swallowed my pride, called my siblings for help, and they said no.

That part hurt me bad.

It already hard asking family for help.

You have to put your pride down just to make the call.

Then they say no and you still got the repair sitting there.

You still need the car.

You still got bills.

You still got to figure it out by yourself.

This is how it kept happening to me.

Money come in.

Then a bill take it.

I try to pay extra on the card.

Then the car need repairs and I have to put that right back on it.

I finally think me and my son can breathe a little.

Then something else happen.

Every good thing had something bad coming behind it.

I feel like every time I take one step forward I get knocked back ten times harder.

I was tired of being good at surviving.

Tired of moving one bill around so I can pay another one.

Tired of making payments and seeing almost the same balance there again.

Tired of asking people for help and hearing no.

Tired of good news making me scared because I know another bad thing might be coming behind it.

I just wanted what come into my life to stay long enough to pay off what I owe.

And I wanted my son protected from whatever was touching this household.

I believe these 3 women was wishing harm on us.

They was not strangers.

That make it worse.

These are people who know things about us.

People who know when we doing good.

People who know when we trying to get back up.

I seen how things changed after they turned against me.

The house felt heavy.

My son started carrying that same tired look.

Money would come close enough for us to touch and then be gone again.

I did not want revenge.

I wanted their hands off my household.

I wanted whatever they sent to stop reaching my son.

I wanted the money I worked hard to get to finally get me out of debt.

That is when I found out about what Tibetan practitioners call fortune theft.

I never heard them words before.

But soon as I heard what it mean, I knew that was what I been living.

Fortune theft do not mean somebody came inside your house and took money from your purse.

It mean good things get close but do not stay.

Money come in and a bill already waiting.

You get a little help and another problem take it.

You start to get a balance down and the car break down.

You think things getting better and then that heavy feeling come back.

In the Drepung Monastery tradition, they say harmful envy and harmful words can leave a wound in the Root Chakra.

Fortune keep draining through that wound before it get a chance to settle in your life.

That explain something I could never explain before.

I been working harder.

Paying more.

Cutting back harder.

Praying harder.

But I was pouring more and more into a life that still had a hole in it.

If a bucket got a hole, you do not fix it by pouring faster.

You close the hole.

That is where the Tibetan Bracelet of Fortune came in.

It is made with copper mined in Tibet.

Local Tibetan craftsmen make it using their traditional ways.

It is blessed through the Drepung Monastery tradition.

You wear it on your dominant hand.

The hand you work with.

The hand you pay bills with.

The hand you hold your car keys with.

The hand you use to reach for your child.

In this tradition, blessed copper break the hold of harmful envy and seal the Root Chakra wound where fortune been leaking out.

I got mine and put it on my right hand that same day.

I did not take it off.

The first thing I noticed was the house.

It did not feel so heavy.

It was quiet in a good way.

My son sat in the kitchen with me and we talked without both of us feeling mad and tired for no reason.

That might sound small to somebody else.

It was not small to me.

It felt like my home belonged to us again.

Then money came in.

I almost did not want to look at my account because I was waiting for the next thing to take it.

I paid the light bill.

I bought groceries.

I put gas in the car.

And there was still money there.

Not one dollar.

Not five dollars.

There was $217 still sitting in my account.

I checked it again that night.

Still there.

I checked the next morning.

Still there.

That money stayed long enough for me to put it toward the card.

On top of what I already paid.

I almost cried doing that.

Because it had been so long since I got that balance down without having to put something right back on it.

Then the car started making that noise again.

The same kind of thing that used to make my whole stomach drop.

Before, I would start thinking who can I ask.

Which sibling might answer.

How I am going to explain why I need help again.

This time I took the car in.

The repair was $389.

And I paid it myself.

Without putting it on the card.

I did not call nobody.

I did not beg.

I did not hear no.

I gave the man my debit card, got my keys back and drove home.

That was the moment I knew something had changed.

It was not only money.

It was my pride coming back.

It was knowing a problem could happen and it did not have to knock me down ten times harder.

It was looking at my son and saying the car is fixed, we are okay.

It was one good thing staying good.

The card balance stayed down.

Then I finished paying the hospital bill.

I opened that statement and it said $0.

I kept looking at it.

One less thing following me into next month.

Since wearing the bracelet, I do not feel open to them 3 women the way I did before.

They can think what they want.

They can say what they want.

They can watch from far away.

But they do not get to sit over my household no more.

The bracelet stay on the hand I use every day.

Every time I see that copper on my wrist, I remember the leak is sealed.

My money can stay.

What I owe can finally go down.

My home can heal.

My son can be protected.

And I can build without waiting for somebody to knock it down.

That is the real benefit to me.

Not looking rich.

Not trying to make nobody jealous.

Being able to pay what need paying and still have something left.

Being able to pay a balance off and leave it paid off.

Being able to fix my car without asking siblings for money or adding it to what I already owe.

Being able to sleep without feeling that heavy thing over the house.

Being able to watch my son laugh and not wonder what bad thing coming next.

The bracelet is private too.

I did not have to call those women.

I did not have to accuse nobody.

I did not have to tell everybody my business.

I put it on my dominant hand and let the blessing do what it was made to do.

The copper matter.

Where it come from matter.

Who make it matter.

The Drepung blessing matter.

This is not some cheap piece of metal with a story put on it after.

The material, the making, the blessing and the way you wear it all belong to the same Tibetan protection tradition.

And it come with a 90 day money back guarantee.

That gave me enough time to get it, wear it and see the difference in my own life.

If you been having trouble getting out of debt...

If your money is gone right away on bills...

If you keep making payments but the balances barely move...

If every repair and problem put you right back where you started...

If you tired of asking siblings for help and their response being no...

If you feel like somebody close been wishing harm on your household...

Then learn why Tibetan practitioners call this pattern fortune theft.

See why they connect harmful envy with a wound in the Root Chakra.

See why Drepung blessed copper is worn on the hand you use every day.

You do not have to keep watching another bill undo the last payment you made.

You do not have to keep letting other people reach into what belong to you.

You are allowed to protect your household now.

Put the Tibetan Bracelet of Fortune on your dominant hand.

Seal the leak.

Protect your son.

And give the money you work hard for a chance to finally clear what you owe.