The Secret

A secret arrived at my door a couple of days ago…wrapped in plain brown paper.

I shouldn’t say “a secret.” I should say “The Secret.”

I don’t remember how I discovered The Secret. It was several years ago, in the midst of one of those deep valleys in life that one must traverse from time to time.

It matters not, for The Secret is one of the truest laws that I have ever experienced.

Boiling it down to its essence, The Secret delivers the deepest desires of your soul to you. The things/people/experiences that you hunger for – if you put enough intention and energy behind your desire, you will receive it.

The longer I live, the truer The Secret proves itself to be.

Allow me to give you a few examples of my own:

As any of you that know/read me, I am a unique breed of cat. Most guys have dream cars, and I was no exception. My divergence from the normal guy “dream car” was pretty extreme. And exceptionally rare.

And not to mention, I was broke. So any rational, intelligent human being would look at the pieces of that particular puzzle and say “Not a chance in Hell…”

It’s a good thing that I am not rational nor intelligent.

And what was my dream car at that time? A hearse. A ’70s Lincoln hearse.

Yeah I know. Freudian analytics could go crazy here.

I was working at a funeral home at the time. One of my co-workers told me about a friend of his that collected professional cars (which are hearses, ambulances and limousines in case you wanted to know) and he had his cars on this new-fangled thingy called a website.

I scrolled through the pictures on painfully slow dial-up internet (you remember that, don’t you?) The third or fourth car on the list jumped of the screen and slapped me like a pimp.

1979 AHA Lincoln Hearse. Ahhh…masturbatory material for the demented.

There he was. Midnight Blue. Damn near 30 feet long. Glorious louvered headlight covers that were the trademark of that era Lincoln.

And close. Oh so close that I could touch it.

Later, in the afterglow, I spoke with my co-worker and thanked him for telling me about the website. I confessed my forbidden love of the Lincoln. He laughed.

And unbeknownst to me, he called the owner of that car. He inquired about his interest in parting with same. And then he came over to my desk with a folded piece of paper.

“He’ll sell it to you if you are interested. The price is on the paper.”

Thanks, but this broke-ass boy can’t afford the thought, much less the car. He shrugged and said, well if you change you mind, the price and his cell number is on the paper.

Curiosity got the better of me. How many ducats would this majestic chariot require? I looked at the paper.

I was shocked. I put it back down on my desk.

I picked it up and looked at it again. My mind tried to wrap around the amount and how he could justify it.

Written on the paper: 0

and a phone number.

For 2 and a half years I owned my dream car. I sold it to get a down payment together for my house.

But it was okay with me. I had it. Drove it. Showed it off. The mission was accomplished.

Another example: my previous job. The years 2010 and 2011 pretty well sucked for employment. I left a job that was going to cause me to stroke out. I was pretty sure that I was on the fast track to being shit-canned so I made the decision to leave on my own and not have to do the “all the crap from my office hastily thrown in a bankers box” walk of shame.

Job hunting was dismal. I drove a taxi (ohh so many stories during that brief stint). And then, for safety and sanity’s sake, I got a job working from home for a rental car company doing reservations.

Oy vey. I have never hated a job more in my life. The profound stupidity and rudeness that I encountered on a daily basis almost drove me to drink and/or lose whatever little religion I have left in me.

I dreamt of getting a phone call. With a fabulous job offer. That would take me to new and exciting places. Oh yeah, and make a lot of money.

I posted a bitchy remark on Facebook about a job that didn’t pan out. Just venting. A Facebook message from a friend arrived soon after. And then an email.

And then, the phone call.

It was a Friday. The good man on the other end of the line said “I need a date that you fly down here to meet me.” I picked the following Thursday. With a bounce in my step, I strolled through the airport, got my shoes shined and tipped well. Drank a beer or two. Flew to Phoenix. Interviewed. Had to call off from my reservations job with the wonderful excuse “sorry, I am in Phoenix and won’t be back until tonight.”

The phone chat I had with my reservations manager (an extremely good guy) the next day was also wonderfully awkward.

“So you were in “Phoenix” yesterday, ehh?” I could tell he wasn’t sure of it’s truthfulness.

“Yep, I was.” For what, he asked.

“A job interview.” A pregnant pause on his end. And then a long conversation about life goals and dreams.

I got the job. Flew to Phoenix to train. Nothing has ever felt so good as my flight there and back. On the way back, I bumped myself up to First Class (best $50 I ever spent) to celebrate.

I had that job for about a year.

A final example of The Secret in action. I was really needing money. The holidays were coming up and so were the bills.

If only I had about 10 grand. That would take care of a lot and maybe give myself some breathing room to write.

I fixated on that amount. I had no thoughts of where the money would come from, or why or how. I just had that figure in my head. For a couple of months. I said nothing to anyone.

Just before Thanksgiving, I received a most unexpected gift. A check.

The amount? 10,000.

It led to one of the best holiday seasons that I had ever had.

I have other examples of The Secret manifesting itself in my life, but I won’t bore you with them here.

My gift to you this holiday season is this: You can fail or lose what you don’t want, so you might as well dwell on and ask for what you do want. And allow the Universe time to deliver your request. (A paraphrase from Jim Carrey’s Commencement Speech at Maharishi University. Youtube it.)

My current employer was the vehicle with which the Universe decided to remind me of The Secret. I had forgotten it here of late, wallowing instead in self-pity and self-loathing.

I am living proof that you don’t need to do or be anything special for your dreams to come true.

You just need to be you. Focus on what you want. Be purposeful, intentional and most importantly be grateful.

That is The Secret. My payment to the Universe was to share it with you.

To end this, here is quote from The Secret:

“Creation is always happening. Every time an individual has a thought, or a prolonged chronic way of thinking, they’re in the creation process. Something is going to manifest out of those thoughts. What you are thinking now is creating your future life. You create your life with your thoughts. Because you are always thinking, you are always creating. What you think about the most or focus on the most, is what will appear as your life. Like all the laws of nature, there is utter perfection in this law. You create your life. Whatever you sow, you reap! Your thoughts are seeds, and the harvest you reap will depend on the seeds you plant. If you are complaining, the law of attraction will powerfully bring into your life more situations for you to complain about. If you are listening to someone else complain and focusing on that, sympathizing with them, agreeing with them, in that moment, you are attracting more situations to yourself to complain about. The law is simply reflecting and giving back to you exactly what you are focusing on with your thoughts. With this powerful knowledge, you can completely change every circumstance and event in your entire life, by changing the way you think.”

Spend the waning days of this year thinking about what you want to be different in your life. If you need help, grab a copy of The Secret in either book or movie form. With the right kind of eyes and mind, your life will change.

It’s the dreams that count.

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