I am a fine example of the law of attraction at work. Come to think of it, I have been using this law since I was very young. As a child of alcoholics, I yearned to have a normal childhood, with normal sober parents, so I would often break free from my dysfunctional playground, and romp “elsewhere”. The “elsewhere” was my mind, and fertile ground it was.
I fell in love with the big screen and their heroes, like Paul Newman, who I often wished could be my father, and Elizabeth Taylor being my mom. Only they were white people, but I never had any role models to look to, except maybe Dorothy Dandridge. But her career was not long-lived, and society soon forgot about her, and she went by the wayside. These “stars” were classy like my folks and the big screen was a vast area where you could suspend your disbelief, and enter into another realm. I ventured into that realm so often. I would practice seeing in my mind the little girl with the sober, beautiful mother who loved Jesus, and the mother who read the Bible, quoting scripture. Never knowing of course that this was the law of attraction being applied, I just knew I had this magical power, and if put to good use, I could make God and my mother proud of me. Wow, this felt good as my limits knew no boundaries.
My parents found the solution to their alcohol problems through Alcoholics Anonymous around the time I started contacting this group called the “Fellowship Prayer Group” or something similar to that in the late 1960’s. I do not recall how I found them, probably in the back of a magazine where they had columns of orders waiting to be processed for good health, tarot cards, and such. But I knew my own prayer was magical. You asked and you would receive. You believe and you would receive. Whatever you can conceive, you can receive, and so on and so on. I later heard these same affirmations time and time again reading the wonderful books of Dr. Wayne Dyer, Joe Vitale, and so many other inspirational writers and self-help masters. I began putting these prayers of mine underneath my pillow at night as a child, which the spiritual leaders at this Fellowship Prayer Society advised. Each topic of prayer was printed on neon sheets of varying colors. Some of the prayer topics were, “Prayer for a Loved One Who is Alcoholic” or “Prayer for Serenity” or “Prayer for an Illness”. I realized I had power when my mom and dad became sober and responsible parents, although the judge and his gavel imposed an intimidating stance over my mother’s head.
I had lost my way and became a troubled teen, of course realizing full well on what course I was embarking. I wanted others to believe that I didn’t know any better. I wanted sympathy for some unknown reason and that is what I got. People mumbled when I passed them by: “Poor young troubled soul,” and I absorbed their pity haughtily. I found out that I could attract the power of hate, discord, disharmony, fear, and anger all in one lifetime. So demanding and urgent was my course and path to a fractured life, I found myself there visiting many times. I found out that the law of attraction was only flowing into its universal course, its sole purpose, and that was to give me whatever I desired.
After being sexually assaulted, beaten, being involved in numerous car accidents, fires, deaths, tragedies and repeated arrests for public intoxication, violent outbursts became a way of life. Sibling deaths interrupted my peaceful familial chain, until I could no longer stand living next to myself. So I went back in time and re-invented that little girl watching Paul Newman, eating her popcorn with a glass of milk, worshiping Elizabeth Taylor’s cinematic class, and guiltily compared them to my mom’s bloodshot orbs, but had decided I wasn’t going to take much more of me anymore.
So I needed to take aim at my own stubbornness, and try to eradicate whatever residue of negativity I was holding onto. I did this by reading, reading and more reading. My father loved to read, and so did I, so got into the books of the mind, the spirit, became involved with Jehovah’s Witnesses and Mormons as if they were some types of girls scout troops, or even retreats. They would take me under their wing for a time, I would disappear only to get chastised. But my own determination put me on the path of righteousness. My own path of righteousness, and I learned to walk again with the aid of Wayne Dyer, Deepak Chopra and other helpers, re-learning the laws of attraction I had learned to unlearn in my youth, and eagerly re-learn them again.
So here I am. I have everything I have ever wanted. I focused on vitality, life, learning, a higher calling and sure enough, they all showed up, and on time too! No waiting around impatiently, because impatience is only lack of faith in guise.
So I would suggest to anyone who is eager to try the “Law of Attraction” to do just that. Try these laws it put them to good use. Read about them, sit back and get comfortable with them. If you really want to change, you can. Remember, if you can conceive it and believe it, you can receive it.
