Law Of Attraction: Your Subconscious Mind, The Matchmaker
It is said that our thoughts can manifest into the physical world, so it follows that they can also attract things to us. But how? And why is this so significant? It's because the Law of Attraction dictates how we think about something and what kind of energy we send out into the universe in order to attract more of that thing; literally anything—including other people! So if you're thinking about starting a new business or finding your soulmate, keep in mind that your thoughts are what "make" your life happen. Of course, everyone has different ways of thinking and therefore attracting different outcomes. However, there are certain commonalities among these thought patterns including visualization, gratitude and optimism.
Law Of Attraction Affirmations
Here's what Alexander Graham Bell had to say on the matter: "Can you hear me now? Good. Because I'm trying to listen carefully to everything you're saying and looking for a similar response from the other person. I want you to talk slowly, like you're thinking out loud about what you're experiencing and feeling, then try slowly to enunciate each new idea that comes into your mind with complete clarity, so the listener can easily follow along with what you're sharing." The idea is that by doing this, two people can begin "co-creating" a relationship with each other without either party having any interaction with the outside world.
Here's what else he had to say: "Psychologists have found that our minds are able to adapt their view of the world on the basis of our past experience, and that through this mechanism, known as 'selective attention' [i.e. the focusing of attention on certain things over others], our minds create for us a very powerful lens through which we see reality. So how do we use this knowledge to go about pulling in something specific into our lives? To answer that question, let's turn to quantum physics for a moment."
How To Use Law Of Attraction For Love
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A few years ago, my mom and I were in the car about twenty minutes before she was supposed to pick up a friend. We were talking about our lives, and she was lamenting that fact that she never had any great love in her life, despite some pretty big dreams she had for herself. She would never admit it to anyone, but it seemed like that all went south when her dad died. Well, my mom got real quiet all of a sudden and asked me if I remembered him. Now keep in mind that some of what you're about to read may sound strange, but I can assure you that every word is true.
A few years before my dad died, he was diagnosed with cancer. My mom was in total denial at this point, and didn't even want to consider the fact that he was going to die. She wanted everything to be the same as it had been years before—and it'd never be the same again. My dad had always wanted a big family with lots of kids running around their house and playing games on the picnic table in the backyard. But when he finally realized that that wouldn't happen, he decided that our house would be a loving home for his children instead of a stepping stone into adulthood. He made sure we were always fed and clothed; even if it meant he wouldn't have enough money to send us to college. He always took time to make sure we were happy and that we knew he loved us.
I remember sitting on the side of my bed listening to my mom cry her eyes out and tell me that she was never going to get married. "What's the point?" she said. I told her that there would come a day where she'd meet someone special and fall in love all over again, just like at the movies, but she didn't believe me. She put on a brave face while I watched her go out with temporary boyfriends just so she wouldn't be alone at night—because what else was there? My dad had moved on, and so could she.
You'll have to excuse the melodrama, but I've spent my entire life watching my mother keep her emotions bottled up inside. She's not the type to call you up and tell you how she's feeling. She doesn't want anyone to know that she is happy—unless it's someone she loves or cares about. But every so often I can see a flicker of light in her eyes—some spark of hope that maybe someday, she will meet someone and fall in love with them all over again. My dad had been gone for five years when I realized he might be back—and some part of me hoped he would be alive so I could talk to him again too.
My mom came home from work a few days later and found me sobbing in my bedroom surrounded by candles. She asked me why I was crying and I told her. She could see that looking back on the last five years had been hard for me, but she couldn't understand why I was still so sad about it when he had been gone for so long. As we sat down for dinner that night, my mom put her arm around me and squeezed me. "I can't believe Dad's not coming back," I said through my tears. She took a deep breath and reminded me that the doctors were positive he would be okay. "He'll be back," she said. "He's just gone away for a while."
She was right. My dad came home after only nine months in the hospital and six weeks of rehabilitation; however, he didn't come back with the same personality he had before. He was still my dad, but he was completely different—and it scared me to death. I was young and didn't have an idea how to deal with things like that, so I went into full denial mode. I couldn't even accept that my dad wasn't coming back to us the same as before. It wasn't possible, because everything in our lives had changed—and it couldn't be fixed again.
This went on for a few months until my dad started to get better. As soon as he was fully recovered, I remember him coming into my bedroom, sitting down on the edge of my bed and looking deep into my eyes. He told me that he loved me and he wanted to stay home forever. Then I watched him stand up and walk out of the room without saying another word. And it was then that I realized that he really wasn't going away again—or at least not in the same way we had expected him to before. And I was happy; only now I've got a different kind of relationship with him because of it.
Then, just the other night after I got home from work, my mom had asked me how my day was. She could tell something was bothering me by the way I acted, and she didn't want me to keep it bottled up inside. So when she asked me what was wrong, I told her everything about my day—and about how badly I'd wanted to go visit my dad in the nursing home he had been moved to when he got sick again this past month.
She listened intently as I told her about everything I wanted to say while we were there and why it bothered me so much that we couldn't get there without taking an hour-long bus ride and a forty-five minute train ride.
Conclusion
It turns out that my mom and I got the same Christmas gift from my dad's ex-wife. She was nice enough to bring it over the night before we had to leave, but she told us that we couldn't tell anyone about it until the morning. My mom looked at me and then took a deep breath and walked outside to tell my dad about it. I could hear her telling him how much she loved him and how happy he made her, but every other word reminded him of what a jerk he'd been in the past. Then when she left, I could hear him talking to himself in his room while he fiddled with something on his dresser—probably trying to somehow get her back.