A Boy And A Car.
When I was just 14 years old, my father took me to a motor show displaying all the brand new cars being released for that year. I fell in love. I saw a car, a Holden Monaro in bright yellow worth $60,000, brand new. I wanted this car, no. I needed this car! But at 14 years old all I could do was get the free poster.
I put that poster of the bright yellow Monaro above my bed, it was there for years. Every day I would see this poster and think to myself “I will have that car, even if it takes me forever, I will own this car before I die”.
I turned 17 years old and bought my first car, nothing fancy but it did the job. I was happy with this car, but I would pretend when I drove it I was driving my dream car. I would literally visualize being inside of my dream car and driving it.
At 18 I finished school and started working. I got a job with the government, where I learned I was able to do a thing with my pay called “salary sacrifice” and that this opportunity was only available to government employees, and, government employees can salary sacrifice a vehicle!! So without any hesitation I chose my vehicle, I chose my dream car.
So now at 19 years old, only holding a provisional driving licence I was driving my $60,000 dream car. And yes, it was bright yellow! 🙂
It wasn’t till one day a friend was at my house and noticed the poster above my bed and pointed it out to me. “Wow, I actually got the car from the poster”.
One day I pulled into a petrol station and saw a car exactly like mine, but this one was a beautiful orange color. And I thought to my self “Damn, if I’d known they come in that color, I’d have gotten the orange one!”
Three years later my dream car was stolen from me, it was set on fire and it was gone. Forever.
Quite angry and annoyed with the world, I could think of nothing else but driving my car. I would borrow my parents cars and remember driving my dream car. I would visualize being in my car.
A check arrived in the mail, my insurance money, so it was off to go shopping again. I searched through every yellow Monaro in Australia but nothing could compare to what I had. It was hopeless.
Then, a few weeks later and totally unexpected, I stumbled into a warehouse full of used cars, cars that had been taken back from the bank due the global financial crisis. And there it was! A beautiful orange Monaro. Without hesitation, I asked about this car, if it was for sale? Yes, yes it was!
At 21 years old I now owned my dream car again. 1 of only 400 made in orange!
I wanted to protect this one! I dreamed of one day putting it in the shed and driving it only on weekends. I would think to myself “I can’t wait to own two cars, my dream car for the weekend and my every day car”.
At 28 I purchased another car, and my dream car is now a weekend car. A car I am so grateful to have, the smile cannot be wiped from my face when I drive it.
Now all of this happened before I read The Secret. From 14 years of age I was using The Secret, completely oblivious. But the universe heard me ask for that car every day and the universe guided me to a job that allowed me to get it. The universe heard me wish I would have bought an orange one, and the universe made it happen. It heard me ask for a second car, and now I have one.
I thought of it, I knew I would have it, I visualized it and I was grateful.
I am only now becoming aware of the power of my thoughts and the steps to take. But if I can use The Secret before I knew it even existed, there is no boundary on what I can use it for now.
My eyes and my mind have now been truly opened.