My husband, bless his heart, thinks I’m absolutely mental. To him, LOA is absolute gibberish; pie-in-the-sky wishful thinking.
“I’m a realist,” he says.
This, despite the fact that I have PROVEN to him that a single sentence can alter his ‘reality’, at any given moment. In fact, I do so on a regular basis. This one sentence has become his mantra when he’s having a shit day at work:
“It could be worse, I could still be working with Mack.”
No matter how bad his day is going, if his problems are work-related, this single thought changes his reality and instantly pulls him into a higher vibration state.
Every. Single. Time.
In the face of that, to not be utterly awed by the possibility of what your life could become if you began to consciously monitor and change your thoughts, to pay attention to the frequency your thoughts are tuned to, and adjust them as needed to maintain a higher energy… to that, I say nay my love, nay! I am not the mental one!
The following is the analogy I used during our most recent conversation…
If I had a box, and told you that every time you opened it, there would be a one-hundred dollar bill inside, you wouldn’t believe me. You’d think I was mental.
But if I gave you your own box, and you saw for yourself that it worked, that every time you opened the box, there was another hundred dollar bill inside, then what? Would you keep the box, or would you hand it back to me, saying “That’s all well and good but… I’m a realist.”
Which one of us is the mental one? I’ll tell ya one thing, buddy… I may be a little ‘unbalanced‘, but you’re the one who’s off his rocker!
What if it’s not money? What if it’s something even more precious, like happiness… or love… or peace?
What if I told you that I knew of a secret door which led to a parallel reality, one in which there is mostly good with only a pinch of sorrow? One where other people conspired to lift you toward greatness instead of pulling you down to the depths of despair?
If I led you to this door, opened it, showed you it was real, then closed the door and told you that all you needed was the key, and you could go there ANYTIME you liked, in fact, you never had to come back to this reality again, if you so choose, would you simply walk away?
How is denying the proof which you have EXPERIENCED YOURSELF being a ‘realist’? That’s akin to standing waist-deep in the ocean, exclaiming that you don’t believe water is wet. It’s utter madness!
You’re reveling in your ‘reality’ of misery and resignation, when you could be frolicking with puppies and butterflies in a field of freaking daisies!
So, that is an embellished recounting of our conversation…
I mean, really… the man is absolutely mental.