I have two tales of manifested money. Once was when I brought home a basket from a home I’d bought & was renovating. An old bachelor had lived there. His death was what put the place on the market. He had had no children. Anyway it was right before Christmas when I put the basket, somewhat moldy, by the fireplace to dry. Kid you not, Christmas morning when I was stoking the fire, I looked up in the basket & there were two very crisp brand new $1 bills. There was literally nobody that could’ve put them there. I had my two little ones at the time.
Another time more recently me & my adult kids were struggling to keep the mortgage paid just after the market crashed. One particular month we just couldn’t knit enough together. I told the kids that the $800 we were short meant we might have to go into foreclosure. The next day as I was preparing to send the bank what I had plus a note asking for sympathy, I opened a drawer that I had just looked in the day before. Right there front & center was a huge wad of $20s. It was exactly $800. Both kids swore they hadn’t put it there.