The Secret About Money

 So, I've reached the chapter in "The Secret," which discusses using the Law of Attraction to basically attract money to yourself.

There is an anecdote given from a man who had wanted to make a hundred thousand dollars per year. He started practicing the technique of feeling grateful for the money, as if he already had it. He made a check for $100,000, and stuck it somewhere where he would see it every day, and used it to do "visualization" exercises, as outlined in the book. And...

For about a month, nothing seemed to happen, but after that, he just got a "hundred thousand dollar idea" out of the blue as he was walking down the street.

I've always had mixed feelings about churches that preach a "name it and claim it" philosophy, which draws upon the same wisdom as in "The Secret," but takes it from the bible, instead. Jesus told us to pray for things as if we already have them, and to feel so much like we already have them that we almost don't even need the brand new Range Rover, or whatever the item. We would have convinced ourselves that the Pinto we are driving is that Range Rover, and this would attract the vehicle into our lives.

I think it ridiculous to be praying for a million dollars or a new car, when it is clear that one could gain those things, yet lose their soul. But, there the "testimonials" are on the leaflet that a certain church down the street hands out (not to myself, I've noticed, for some reason) to passers by. 

"I said the Prosperity Prayer, over and over, and then, one day I looked out the window to see a brand new Cadillac in my driveway, in the exact color that I was praying for..." type of stuff. There are prayers for healing relationships, to, but what is that worth, in dollars and cents?

But, I still followed the advice in the book in order to "attract abundance," which is based upon the conclusion that to be lacking in money means that one is blocking the money from flowing to them, because of negative thoughts. It is necessary to think thoughts of "more than enough money," and none of "lack of money."

So, I spent a few minutes applying "the secret" to that task.

Five minutes later, my phone rang, and it was the FEMA inspection lady, telling me that she was 8 minutes away. She met with me, and set it up so that I will be getting, not a loan, but a grant, for "under 4 thousand dollars."

She was a Latina, and I got to try out some Spanish on her. "Hola, mi nombre es Daniel." Her name is Damaris Deliz. This intentionally loud exchange that I initiated served the dual purpose of currying favor with her and oiling the 4 thousand dollar check machine, plus, having me be overheard by the Latino family that has moved into one of the houses across the street from the Sacred Heart entrance. I have tried to be friendly with them, but, for some reason, the man of the house has muttered things like "white oppressor!" at me the few times I have been close enough to him to hear it.

The news of the FEMA grant stirred mixed feelings in my breast; awe over the expediency of The Secret, in all its applications, tinged with the fear that is roused in any addict, when he receives a windfall of cash.

It is Sunday morning, and I think I have slept about 4 hours in the past 24, but am high on kratom and looking forward to the football games coming on later. I, of course, wish I could drink a 6 pack of beer to go with the game watching, but there be dragons there... One drop of alcohol and the odds are tilted in favor of my becoming sloppy drunk and maybe succumbing to the temptation of just one little 5 dollar hit of crack, er, to go with the porn that my drunk self might download.

Yesterday, I had one beer all day. It was a Rolling Rock, and had a slight aftertaste of the "buck," that we used to brew in jail, using orange juice, raisins and a crush of bread, for the yeast to kick off the brew. I have spoiled myself by drinking Guinness Draft Stout recently, I suppose.

I am happy and grateful for the unlimited data I am getting for free through the government phone, the 4 thousand dollar pending grant, and the fact that my latest departure into the learning of finger picking style guitar has gone swimmingly, so far. I guess I learned how to learn, at some point in my life. Playing like Chet Atkins, seems to me to like riding a unicycle, or perhaps juggling. Once you "get it," then you can ride a million miles or juggle for an hour straight without dropping one bowling pin, type of thing. Have you ever seen anyone just suddenly fall off a bike they were riding, because they "had it," for a while there, but got distracted, lost focus, and fell off?

Steve Morse said an interesting thing about his unique style of playing. He said that it can't be practiced, because, when you first start out, you aren't doing it right, so why practice that; you are only practicing how not to do it. 

You just have to wake up one morning to find that your subconscious mind has been busy while you slept and you can now play like Steve Morse. It's because you have been grateful and happy and looking forward to playing like Steve Morse, expecting it to happen. Thanks for this great gift of being able to play Dixie Dregs songs, in advance, type of thing...to travel to a future when you have the technique mastered, then to come back to the present all excited about what is to come, type of thing.

I still haven't gotten the jab. Bill Gates has said that the world's population needs to be reduced from 7 billion, back to about 2 billion, or we will all be in big trouble, if you know what I'm saying. Plus, Joe Biden has told me to get vaccinated, admonished me to, as a matter of fact....Every thing out of his mouth has been a lie. He even lied about how many aides his dog has bitten in the White-house. Like he actually wants "Trumpers" to get vaccinated? Give me a break...It's so that they won't be a danger to infect The Woke, that's all, right Joe? They can die and go to hell with the rest of the domestic terrorists who pushed the wrong button in the voting booth, just don't infect his flock, is I guess the reason.

I can't say any more, because I'm not quite ready to have this blog taken down by Jeff Bezos. I don't have a second phone and a whole new identity online yet..

When I do, I'm going to just export this whole blog into a whole new one --one administered by someone who hasn't been shadow banned by the Google algorithm, nor has ever been accused of having child pornography in his possession (Guilt by accusation, is alive and well in this generation z driven cancel culture) and I will be like the hydra, cut off my head and a new one grows back. I am considering having the head grow back on a Wordpress, or 4 Square, body though...or something.