The Laws of Attraction – my silent partner
How can the laws of attraction possibly be true? I understand some basic quantum mechanics, I’ve worked in engineering related jobs before and at 25 one of my white papers was published by the Society of Motion Picture and Television Engineers. I toured presentations in New York, Chicago and Montreal.
If the laws of attraction were true, why did I not already know them? How could my thought process bring me everything in this world? In reading The Secret I had a tough time understanding how a thought can bring about a reaction in the world.
Last August I awoke feeling miserable. My company, a niche automobile dealership, which I had worked three hard grueling years to build had just taken a loan for $40,000 to stimulate a new angle of the business, and within days the money was sucked out of our hands to pay our immediate payees and payroll – only a few thousand remained to start our service department. I discovered this when I went to purchase some equipment and my transaction was declined. I thought to myself, “I knew this loan was going to be gobbled up… I just knew it.” I called my wife Terri and said, “I knew it – gone already. Just like I thought”. I told myself, “Please universe, let my business make it until next August… THEN everything will be great, if I can only make it until next year.” Next August is in 2 weeks, and we are still cash tight, spending every penny that comes in.
But we’re here. Still in business.
That part of my wish came true. And the other parts of my thoughts – that our business is always fighting for money, has also come true. If The Secret were true, then the only person holding our business back right now is my belief that a business must go through some sort of struggle in order to make it. So, according to The Secret, all I have to do is think positive thoughts, omit the negative frequencies, and my mind will bring to me what it sees.
But how can a thought actually turn something into a reality? I was doubtful that this could be true.
The closest experience I had to this phenomenon was when I was 18 years old. I had known nothing about cars – not coming from a car family and having no friends interested in racing, I was alone in my passion to build a race car. My parents thought I was nuts – I had never picked up a wrench before other than to fix my bicycle, but I told them I was going to build a race car and compete with it. This was a tall goal for an 18 year old with very little money. I drove to a shop nearly 120km away from my home (the only shop that would give me a spot for free) and worked on my car day and night. I installed a clutch, installed a new engine and transmission, changed body panels, added racing modifications and made tons of mistakes along the way. I thought to myself, “Maybe other people are making these exact same mistakes – if I had a video in front of me showing me how to do this it would go by so much faster”. So I grabbed a video camera and some work lamps, and documented the entire process. It took months to edit the footage after the car was complete, but I thought it would be such a great thing to be able to show others how to do this work. I narrated it myself, did all my own editing and in the end had a 90 minute step by step guide on how to build up a Nissan sports car.
I watched my video and thought, “Maybe this video can make some money and pay down all the money I dumped in the car”, but how the heck was I going to do that? I shot it on a handy cam, with tungsten work lamps and most of it was handheld… hardly a production masterpiece. Also, I was now feeling the pinch of all of the credit cards I maxed to make this silly thing happen. But I thought to myself, if the video could make $25,000 I could pay back what I owed in building the car and have some money left over for school. So I took all of the paper I had in my room, and wrote on small bits “This video will make $25,000”. I wrote it out hundreds of times and taped all of the pieces to my bedroom walls and door. My parents thought I had gone mad…. but it just felt like the right thing to do.
I opened an account on Ebay and having not ever sold something there before, had to complete 10 transactions before I could list the product at a fixed price. Basically, the market would have to denote the price of my video. I wanted to sell it for $9.99. I was hoping that the public would pay at least $10 dollars for my hard work and efforts. The first 10 units caused a panic on Ebay. They were selling for $200 a piece! I was so embarrassed thinking that the buyers would laugh at my video, and thought surely this would end after the first 10 sold.
It has been 11 years since then… and can you believe that I’ve sold nearly 5000 copies of that video? It’s still selling today and I’ve made 3 more. I’ve sold the rights to a production outfit in California and they send up royalties twice per year. Now I don’t even have to send out hard copies as they press them in the States. It’s been one of the best business decisions I’ve ever made.
I went on to work for the Speed Channel during my University years as a Producer, I got my professional racing license and have competed in several national title races as well as honed my skills in stunt driving in movies, commercials and TV shows.
But times have changed – I’m 29 years old now, with a beautiful spouse and 3 healthy boys. We have a home, I have a business and I’ve never been responsible for having so much at stake. My business is constantly hunting for a dollar – how can it be possible that this is because of what I’ve been thinking? How can it really be my thoughts of the business always struggling that’s making it struggle? Such a Catch-22 – it made absolutely no sense to me. Action happens first, and then we reflect, not the other way around.
On July 8th, 2011 that all changed.
The night prior, I was working late and came home to a quiet house. I readied some left over’s, and fired up my computer to check the news for the day. The depressing stories drew me over to YouTube when a tragic video of a 24 year old Hungarian Soccer Player had a cardiac arrest on the field after receiving a yellow card. Due to my stress levels at work I had booked an EKG Stress Echo test just a week prior, so I was intrigued by cardiac arrests, and how to prevent them. What stuck in my mind was how violently his chest moved fore and aft as his body was in arrest and trying to come back to stability. It was a difficult video to watch and the thought stayed with me all night and into the following day. How hard the heart was physically working to survive – the mechanics of it all occupied my thoughts for most of the next day.
The following night on my late drive home, I was almost at my house when something caught my eye. Not many people were on the road, but a black object with protruding flashing lights was sitting on the ground. I couldn’t make out what it was. As I got closer, I saw that it was a Motorbike on its side. When I looked up the road 50 feet, its rider was lying motionless beside a curb. I rushed to his aid. He was barely consciousness, moaning with every breath. I took off my suit jacket and tucked it behind his head. I called 911 as I was preparing him for an ambulance pick up – some of my race training included CPR and emergency maneuvers. His breathing was obstructed and I needed to remove his helmet. By now a crowd was gathering and 2 other individuals started to help. We gently took his helmet off and tried to keep him conscious until help arrived. His breathing became heavier and he started to go into Cardiac Arrest. His chest began palpitating in the exact motion I saw on the video just the night prior. I was in shock. I could not believe my eyes. The motions were exactly the same. The time felt as though it stood still, but it all happened so fast. He stopped breathing and his chest stopped moving. I was holding him and talking to him. As he stopped breathing, we engaged in CPR just as the ambulances were pulling up and the paramedics took over.
But it was too late. He never came back. He had died in my arms.
Survivor’s guilt started to kick in – I was the last person to feel his breath, or hear the tone of his voice. As the ambulance took him away, my tattered suit jacket and his battered helmet sat alongside the curb motionless as if they were in as much shock as myself. I was saddened and stunned. I picked up my jacket and slowly drove home.
It has been 2 weeks since that day and I have not stopped thinking about it. I went to his funeral and I wanted to tell his parents that we tried to save him and his death was not a gory display as many people would imagine a motorcycle crash to happen. He did not have a scratch on his entire body. I felt that they should know he died relatively at peace.
His name was Tony, and although we met in the most awful of circumstances, it was in his death that the Laws of Attraction became so apparent to me that I will live on remembering his name and always harmoniously joining it with whatever I manifest going forwards.
So now, for my business, for my health, for my family, for Tony and everything I live for, I believe that the laws of attraction will grant me everything and anything I put in my mind, be it positive or negative. I have made a commitment that all that I manifest will be because of my focus on health, wealth and happiness.