THE END

 THE END

You can’t attract and get what you or someone else hasn’t thought AND created.  Faith (thinking) is dead without works (doing).

If no one had thought of a car and built a bunch, I couldn’t think about getting a car, but since someone did build a bunch and I wanted one, was passionate about getting one. I thought and visualized owning one, and I acted like I had one, saw myself washing it, driving it, feeling the joy of having it, and did all that in my mind, and with emotion, but I didn’t know how I would get it, seeing I had no money.

I got an idea (not for the car) just to make some money to live.  I bought two barrels at a junk yard.  Brought them home.  Before I could unload them, a guy wanted them and bought them.  It happened twice.  The third time I went to get some, the guy put them on consignment for me to sell.  I sold a bunch and had extra money.  I looked at adds for a car–a car priced at what I could pay.  I went there and bought it.  I got the car.

I flew to a planet.  It was lush.  Lots of foliage, forests, water, but no people.  No modern conveniences.  I lived under a tree.  I wanted a shack, a small house.  I imagined it, visualized it, saw myself living in it, enjoying it.  I waited for an idea, like getting barrels, selling them and buying a shack.  No barrels available.  I had to build the damn thing myself.

I was a singer.  I could really sing.  I wanted to be on stage, be famous, so I practiced.  I was told about the law of attraction, so I saw myself on stage, famous, and in movies.  Nothing happened.  I wondered why?  What did I do wrong.  Then an angel showed up and told me Hollywood had not been invented yet, and to be patient for seventy years.  

I wanted a woman friend.  Not just any woman friend.  She had to be like Spanish looking, like from Spain, and petite, and not fat, and fun, but mostly she had to need help, like someone who was broke down and need help to get back up.  I wanted to be of service, like to a poor person.  And sure enough, one showed up, materialized like out of nowhere.  She was Spanish, petite, not fat, car broke down, needed help.  I helped, we all helped, but she was nuts.  If there’s a next time I will include she can’t be  like she was–drugs, drank, liar, thief, con artist, narcissist. Be careful and precise about what you ask for.  And of course, obviously, I had to know a Spanish gal, who was poor had to already been created for me to materialize her.  I mean you can’t materialize a McDonald’s Big Mac without someone having already built a McDonalds.

If it ain’t available, you have to figure out how to make it available.  You can’t materialize what you or someone else can’t think about and built. What does that say about the law of attraction, the law of how energy works?

I visualized and built a nice building and a business in Hawaii.  I sold pineapples from a grass shack on the beach and fished all day.  It was my dream life.  I was retired, and enjoying the hell out of myself.  I had visualized it for years, and it was finally reality.  It was my first week, and it was great, until the earthquake hit and swallowed my shack and the beach.  My visualization was blind-sided.  

I visualized a good job and got it.  The next day it went bankrupt. I didn’t visualized that, so how come it went bankrupt.

I visualized a girl friend.  I got a girl friend.  We were happy for two weeks and then she got killed in a car crash.

I visualized a new one.  Also visualized we would be happy for fifty years.  We both died on our fiftieth anniversary.  It worked.  THE END.