I have two stories on my mind today, one that proves I'm a dummy, and one that proves I'm a smarty.
Hmmmm . . . which side of my complex persona should I show today?
How's about my smarty pants side.
But first, allow me a moment to put on my mad scientist hat.
heh heh heh
Now picture me rubbing my hands together like a couple of adverbs. Gleefully maybe. Or triumphantly.
You've all heard of The Secret right?
The theory that the law of attraction is as real as the law of gravity or relativity? The belief that we are all just big stinkin' magnets that can (and will) (and do) attract to us the things we think about and believe?
Well I've skimmed the book and fast forwarded through the movie, so I consider myself somewhat of an expert on the 'Secret'. (Don't ask me why I use single quotations rather than double.)
You guys have all heard about my apostate brother right? The self-proclaimed Mormon cynic--a handsome, funny, pleasant-to-be-around Mormon cynic, but a cynic nonetheless.
Let's just say if I were Nacho Libre, he would be my trusty side kick.
Last week I clicked onto his blog and saw that he was putting the 'Secret' to the test. He did two tests actually, both of which failed. One had to do with a coin toss and one had to do with attracting a purple feather into his life within 48 hours.
(HELLO! Did he not skim the book or fast forward through the movie? How did he miss rule #1: You can't put a time limit on attraction.)
Such a silly goose.
I myself have done my own 'Secret' test, and it worked, so my faith in the Universe was not shaken by his own failed tests.
I didn't give the purple feather a second thought.
He, however, must have really really really wanted to be a purple feather magnet because on the very same day that I read his blog I took a drive to Tawilla, UT (or Tooele, as the hicks like to call it) to visit my twins who were at Hemophilia camp.
I found them in the craft cabin making masks. The craft lady asked my daughter if she too wanted to make a mask.
That's when I noticed it . . . . . . drumroll, please . . . you guessed it . . . the purple feather.
Course I snatched it up. When I see an opportunity to be a conduit for the Universe I take it!
I planned on putting it on my brother's windshield wipers that night, but the sky opened up and dropped a bunch of hail the size of marbles onto my head, making me say all kinds of Mormon profanities like "YEOOUCH! GOSH DANGIT! DAGNAMIT! That SMARTS like the dickens!"
I decided to wait until the next day to make my delivery, but apparently the Universe was anxious to get that purple feather into my brother's hands (being as it was given a time limit and all).
NO KIDDING, my brother NO JOKE pulls up in front of my house FER REALS the very next day.
I almost fainted.
Course I grabbed that purple feather and against a sea of opposition tossed that purple puppy into his front seat.
Hee hee hee
How sneaky are we? The Universe and I?
The next day I read this on my brother's blog:
About a week and a half ago I ran a couple of tests, testing to see if The Secret could truly attract things into your life. The coin toss test failed and the other test was to attract a purple feather into my life with in 48 hours. It also failed, BUT it serendipitously arrived yesterday.
So does The Secret work in a supernatural way, or was it Secret sabotage?
I went by my sisters house "Crash" yesterday to give her a deposit check for our next years family reunion, and the purple feather "magically" appeared in my truck. So it was either my superstitious wife or my creative sister who thought it would be fun to intercede on behalf of the law of attraction. It certainly was a good laugh.
Secret Sabotage? Interceding on behalf of the law of attraction? A good laugh?
DUDE!!!!!!!! Alls I can say is come 'ere so I can poke your eyes out. (Maybe you'll be able to see the Universe better that way.)
Hee hee hee
Hey, I'm just the humble messenger! I didn't have to lift a finger to get that purple feather into my brother's hands. It came to me, and then HE came to me.
The rest was magic.
Don't it just give you chicken skin, though!? How much the Universe cares!?