The gold tunnel didn’t roar open.

It just… waited.

Wells stepped through without hesitation.

And stopped.

Because standing there wasn’t some myth, some god, some challenge to fight.

It was him.

Mid-30s. Bigger everywhere. Broader chest, thicker arms, heavier beard. A full muscle-bear evolution of everything Wells already was. Same green eyes. Same cocky grin.

Just… finished.

Future Wells looked him over slowly, arms crossed over a thicker, heavier chest.

Then smirked.

“You’re the early build.”

Wells raised an eyebrow.

“Early build?” he echoed.

The older version stepped closer, solid, grounded, overwhelming in presence.

“Yeah. Before the real size kicks in. Before the strength sticks. Before you stop looking like potential… and start looking like a problem.”

Wells let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he looked him up and down again.

“Damn… so I bulk into a full-on boss fight, huh?” he muttered. “What is this, endgame Wells? Unlockable character after 100% completion?”

Future Wells’ grin widened.

“Only if you earn it.”

That landed.

Wells’ expression sharpened, not doubt, not hesitation. Focus.

“No shortcuts,” the older version continued. “Every lift. Every meal. Every day you don’t feel like it.”

A firm hand on his shoulder.

“You get me if you do.”

A pause. A nod.

“And trust me… you’re not even close yet.”

The tunnel collapsed.

And back in the gym, Wells didn’t hesitate.

He loaded more weight onto the bar.

Stop training like the early version.

Nour, 28, bought a leather jacket 9 years ago. She was 19, starting college, full of dreams about who she'd become. The jacket was her 'future self' purchase. She'd wear it when she was confident. When she was bold. When she was the woman she imagined becoming.

The jacket hung in her closet for 9 years. Tags still attached. She'd take it out sometimes, hold it up, imagine. Then put it back. She wasn't ready. She wasn't that woman yet.

Last month, she was cleaning her closet. She found the jacket buried behind winter coats. The tags were yellowed now. She almost threw it away. But something stopped her. She took off the tags. She put it on.

It fit. Not because she was smaller. Because she was finally ready to fill it.

She wore it to dinner that night. A friend asked: 'New jacket?' Nour smiled. 'Old jacket. New me.'

She's been wearing it everywhere. To work. To coffee. To her sister's engagement party. People compliment it. She tells them: 'I've had it for 9 years. I was waiting for the right time.'

The right time was now. The right woman was already here.

BioVanish™ didn't make her ready. But it gave her the clarity to realize she'd been ready all along. The jacket was waiting for her to catch up to herself.

What have YOU been waiting for? 👇

Educational Science:

"Waiting for the 'right time' keeps your body in pause mode. BHB activation requires showing up as who you are NOW, not who you hope to be later."

one time, i needed $800. not today, not tomorrow. I needed it YESTERDAY. but i didnt panic, i wasnt even thinking about how the hell i was getting $800 in time. i just assumed it was already mine. i sat down, closed my eyes, and pictured the exact moment the money was in my account. every detail was clear. the number, the notification, even the relief i'd feel once it hit. and through it, i assumed it was already mine. over and over. "$800 is mine $800 is mine $800 is mine." until it wasnt a wish, but fact. i wasnt begging, i was just stating a fact. i had $800. of course i had $800. what are you talking abt? man im sleepy lets go to bed. then i rolled over and knocked out for the night, perfectly content.

the next morning, i kid you not - a friend (who owned me money from awhile ago) said they'd transfer half the amount immediately. i was stoked. then another unexpected miracle appeared on my etsy - it was small, but it added towards the money my friend sent. by the afternoon, i checked my account and there it was... $925. just like i imagined. BETTER than i imagined. smooth, easy, no stress. i was laughing like crazy thinking, "man i was all stressed out over nothing lmao"

but listen up, my friend: the money didn't come from nowhere. it came because i became the version of me who already had it. i visualized it, affirmed it, and moved into alignment - reality followed because it had NO choice.

stop self-sabotaging - don't chase; attract. be the version of you who already has it. let my story inspire you, serve as an example of what you should do. don't ask needless details, like "how did you do XYZ" and then resume scrolling, looking for more advice. why? because manifesting is not that deep. it's not as complicated as you're making it out to be. it's really as simple as i told it to you.