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Magnetul Interior Si Legea Atractiei

Magnetul Interior Si Legea Atractiei

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The Magnet in YOU
(Understanding the Law of Attraction)Saturna Brown
At the Beginning…
things you want as already yours. Know they will come to you at need. Then let themcome. Don’t fret and worry about them. Don’t think about your lack of them. Think of them asyours, as belonging to you, as already in your possession.Robert Collier 
As a child growing up in a rural area in Florida, I had lots of time to sit andthink about the world around me. Sometimes, I imagined being the only personon Earth and how that felt. In my mind, I traveled through great distances of colored lights. I did not know I was experiencing deep meditation.
Unaware of the law of attraction, which I will explain later, I did manifest mydream of getting a bike. My parents were having tough times with paying the billsand I knew they would never purchase a bike for me. I did not visualize the bike,but I kept asking for it, pretending it was on the front porch waiting for me.About a month later, a neighbor gave me a twenty-six inch bike. It was old,but I loved it immediately. Unfortunately, I did not know how to ride it. Since thebike was really for an adult, it made the task to learn to ride much harder. Forseveral nights, I dreamed of riding my bike on the dirt road near my home. Iimagine the wind blowing through my blond hair and the sun on my back as I rodeit.One day my mother helped me get on the bike and gave me a push. I felt herhand on the small of my back. I continued down the road wondering how Motherwas keeping up with me. When I glanced over my shoulder, I fell off my bike.Mother was not with me. She was in the yard watching me. Who had helpedme? At that time, I did not know I had helped myself.I grew up in a dysfunctional family. My father was World War II disabledveteran suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. My mother was a warbride, a native of Canada. She experienced difficulty in understanding the

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