Silent Devotion

Mary and The Law of Attraction

Many people have heard of The Law of Attraction, and its discussion tends to bring with it a reference to the movie “The Secret”.

The Law of Attraction is a concept much older than The Secret.

The Law of Attraction is a concept much older than any movie or book, for that matter.

Individuals have been employing The Law of Attraction unknowingly since man could feel desire.

The Law of Attraction has provided for those that have wanted, but who’s only choice was hope.

The Law of Attraction has also brought misery, but only to those that asked for it.

Why would they ask for it?

Well, it is because The Law of Attraction doesn’t know good or bad. It only understands desire, and it fulfills desire.

If you are a diligent worker focused on the riches you are going to have, those riches will find you because you are inviting that into your life.

If you work hard and only focus on the misery that is life, well, you are going to have a lot more reasons to complain for a long time to come.

Maybe using The Law of Attraction can seem a little hokey, but I’ve seen it at work too many times to discount it. There is always the possibility that it is a tool of our unconscious mind, used to create whatever world we really desire, but…what is the unconscious mind anyway?

There’s a lot of theory there, but that will have to wait for another article.

As for the Law of Attraction at work, I have a story to tell.

I had been thinking about a friend I had not seen in a wile, and I could not stop thinking about her for the life of me. It was all a waste of thought space as far as I was concerned since I would never be able to get back in touch with her anyway.

The next week, on my way to lunch, I had a sudden urge to visit the Barnes an Noble right down the block from where I live.

This was nothing new, seeing how the bookstore was my favorite place to hang out, so I decided to turn around.

As I was checking out some books, I took notice of an absolutely stunning red headed girl. She happened to be the archetype of my perfect woman, strangely enough. We flirted a little, but when she called out to me, what she said was not what I expected to hear.

She called me out by name, then told me there was someone who knew me.

I was caught off guard, to say the least.

I walked past the girl and over to the stranger that knew me.

“Mary!” I exclaimed, half freaking out, “I was thinking about you.”

I told her how surprised I was. I told her I had been thinking about her. I was even contemplating pinching myself because the odds were not in my favor, but here she was. I found out she had moved not a block away from me. I doubt this was JUST coincidence because my town isn’t the smallest, you might have heard of it; Los Angeles. Was this The Law of Attraction?

I think so.

Oh, and they happened to be friends, and in Real Estate, as was I at the time. So now, I visualize everyday. I picture what I want and desire, and I’ve been getting it a lot. I also use a program that helps me stay focused and on course. Visit our site for more information about this software.

So, friends, keep on taking the Red Pill, and come see us in the morning.

How Many Summers Have Passed You By?

As a husky child, I always cared for the summer months a little less than the other kids, all the while wishing I could enjoy them just as much.

When everyone jumped into the pool with enthusiasm, ridding themselves of the confines of their clothing and the unforgiving heat, I hesitantly entered the water, still with he shirt on my back; terrified of exposing myself to everyone.

I had been teased enough with my clothing on, and I was not ready to find out how relentless the kids would be if I didn’t have at least one shell of protection.

I smiled and enjoyed myself on the outside, and was miserable internally.

All the while a hostage in a prison of my own making.

I saw the happiness on others’ faces, and I vowed that I would be just as happy as them, next summer.

Next summer, I’d be in the deep end with no shirt and the body I had always wanted.

Next summer, all of the other kids would want to hang out with me.

Next summer, nobody would tease me. They would look up to me.

Next summer.

That next summer came, and it was the same situation.

My arms were never as “cut” as the next guy’s; I wasn’t ever quite as cool either.

I allowed a lot of summers to slip by, but, it was okay, I would make up for it, “next summer.” I told myself I was going to get into the best shape of anyone, and the missed summers would be worth it in the end.

I finally achieved that look I wanted, but the problem is that I got it too many summers too late.

See, when the summers finally came, I was too unsure of myself to enjoy them. I was too miserable in my own situation to see all that I did have; I could only see what was wrong with me.

In hindsight, I was a hard worker as a kid. I got sick of being chubby, and I decided to do something about it.

I gave up the sweets, and I took up running.

I ran, then I ran, and then I ran some more.

When next summer finally came it was still not good enough.

In hindsight, I let too many days, too many summers, too many experiences, pass by me, because I was busy living in the future. I was consumed with a time that would not exist. Not now, not ever. A time that only I could see, where I was perfect and absolutely nothing was impossible.

Living in that future cost me too many memories.

Residing in that future convinced my mind that the present moments were unimportant, and things would be better….next summer.

It took a lot those summers for me to realize that that outside wasn’t lacking. It took many missed opportunities and lackluster experiences to make me get fed up and for me to accept that I had to overhaul the way I saw life. Not my body.

I let a lot of summers pass by. I won’t ever have them back.

But now, I try to live in the present. I may never have next summer. I may never be able to invest in a house 5 years from now. I can’t get back the summers I have missed, and I can’t go back in time to help that little chubby kid gain enough confidence to take off his shirt.

But I can go out today and enjoy it for what it is.

Reality.

The Present.

The only thing that truly matters.

So, enjoy “this summer”, as much as you can. Until next time, take the Red Pill, and see me in the morning.