I believe it�s now time to share my secret.

Some time in the year 2007, I was entrusted by a certain group of individuals with the land title certificates of properties they own. They were all mostly based abroad and they were planning to sell these properties, so they requested me to oversee the negotiations. I had all three land titles secured inside my safe along with other important documents I own. The talk with prospective buyers dragged on for more than a year and a half as one property commands a considerable price, until finally one very interested buyer insisted on seeing the original land title. I immediately opened the safe and lifted the rubber mat at the bottommost shelf where I kept the titles, but to my horror they were not there. I went through all the contents of my safe several times but sadly what I was looking for was eluding me. I searched everywhere inside my house, went through every closet, cabinet, and drawer, not once or twice but six times, and still they were nowhere to be found. I was beginning to feel hopeless, cold, and defeated. Tired and stressed out, I went to bed where sleep only came a few hours before dawn. I could tell it was the longest night of my entire life.

The next day I contacted the Register of Deeds inquiring how I could go about getting new copies of the titles. They did not have very good news for me. It would be a long and tedious process involving the court and the actual owners. The cost too, of producing a new copy, is not cheap. It could amount to as high as $2,000 per title, excluding incidental costs and expenses. The sad part is that the whole process could take about one to two years. And of course there would be additional expense and burden on the part of the owners for actually coming here or issuing special powers of attorney. I was devastated. To add to my misery, that same day I got a call from the agent of the buyer asking when they could drop by to see the title. I don�t how or where I got the courage, but I simply replied to him, �They�re with me right now.�

While going through my room one more time, thinking there must have been some place I overlooked, I got a hold of my iPod. I fiddled with it and tapped on shuffle. It was then that I would rediscover THE SECRET. I�ve had an audio book copy of The Secret on my iPod for quite some time now, but it was a copy one of my online friends sent me. When I saw Ms. Rhonda Byrne and the master teachers on the Oprah Show a few years back, I knew this was something really fascinating, but being too lazy to read the book I opted for the audio book. The whole day I listened to all 4 CDs, and by nightfall The Secret would lull me to a restful night ahead.

The following day, despite the lingering feeling of desperation, I found myself in a bookstore trying to get a hold of my own copy of The Secret. It is no mystery to me now why my feet brought me to this unfamiliar place after having travelled what felt like a hundred miles to find myself staring at this four-story structure which to me then seemed like a cathedral, a place of comfort perhaps, a place to find my answers. It was not difficult to find what I was looking for; on the third floor was a whole shelf filled with The Secret in its many forms. I grabbed a copy of the audio CD, paid for it, and immediately rushed home. I ripped the CD to my pc and synced it with my iPod. Soon I was listening to my own copy of The Secret.

For several days and nights I listened to The Secret over and over again. I asked, I believed, and I received. I held on to the faith that what I was looking for was here with me now. One night I found myself sleeping through the words of Bob Doyle � �It could be that you wake up and it�s just there. It�s manifested.� The following morning I was awakened by a message alert on my cell phone. It was a text message from my aunt who lived next door. The message read � the documents you are looking for are here in my house. I could not make out at first what exactly she meant, but I knew it had to be good. I rushed to their house and there she handed me an envelope. I knew right there and then that my prayers had finally been answered. Inside the envelope were all three land titles. The curious thing was that the envelope was among the pile of old newspapers she was intending to dispose off earlier, and they came from her vacation home about 50 miles away.

Indeed, there are no accidents in the universe, only incidents that bring us into complete harmony with everything and everyone when we are in total alignment with the divine law. I gave my aunt a great big hug and I told her she was the angel that the universe had sent to bring about what I was decreeing for the past few weeks.

The buyer did come a few days later, having been delayed several times in Singapore. He went to the site of the property and was so pleased with what he saw. We are now in the last few stages of negotiation and despite the absence of the actual owners he was only too happy to deal with me. The universe did package in an added bonus for me � when this deal is done I�ll be getting a really fat commission. Thank you, Universe!

My special thanks to Ms. Rhonda Byrne and all the master teachers for revealing to me the secret to The Secret.