by Jeane Watier
“Thanks,” Jenna replied. “So you’re friends with Jim and Debra?”
“Jim and I have been friends since high school. I know Deb really well, too; I was the best man at their wedding.”
Debra came out of the kitchen just then, and Brian gave her a hug. He reintroduced her to Rachael since they’d met once before, and they all laughed as Brian explained the coincidence.
Geoff came up from the basement with a bag of ice he’d been sent for, and Jenna introduced him to Rachael and Brian.
“So you’re Jim’s business partner,” Brian acknowledged, as he shook Geoff’s hand. “I’ve heard good things about you.”
“Jim’s mentioned you before, too. I’m surprised we’ve never met,” Geoff replied. “Come to think of it, we have. Don’t you own a bar downtown?”
“Guilty,” Brian laughed.
“We’ve met clients there for drinks. I think Jim did introduce us once.”
“I think you’re right.”
Brian took their coats to the bedroom, and the rest moved into the kitchen. More people were arriving, and Geoff began pouring drinks.
“Jim called,” Debra announced. “He’s on his way. He should be here in about ten or fifteen minutes.” She turned to Jenna, lowering her voice, “He’s actually got a good excuse this time.”
Brian returned as Geoff was serving the drinks. “I should let you take over this job, Brian. You’re the expert here.”
“Yes, Geoff, let Brian do that. I need you to greet people,” Debra delegated. “You know everyone coming tonight. I have to look after the hors d’oeuvres.”
“Why don’t you let Rachael and I look after things here?” Jenna offered.
“Oh, Jenna, thank you so much. I really appreciate the help. They just need a few more minutes. The timer is set.” The doorbell rang again, and Debra left them to go and greet her guests.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Rachael confided to Jenna. “I thought I wouldn’t know anyone at all.”
“Nothing’s a coincidence anymore, is it?”
“Not with the Law of Attraction at work,” Rachael replied. “Everything that happens is in response to our thoughts.”
“I know it’s true. I’m seeing it over and over, but it still surprises me sometimes.”
“That’s because we leave the how and when up to the Universe. If we planned that too, life would be so predictable it would be boring. This way we get to be surprised. It keeps life fun.”
“I love that,” Jenna declared. “It makes so much sense.” The timer went off, and she took the pan out of the oven.
After a few minutes, Debra returned to the kitchen. “Jim’s back,” she said, laying her hand on Jenna’s arm. “He brought someone. I think you should go and join Geoff.”
Jenna wasn’t sure what it was about, but she did as Debra suggested. Walking into the living room, she saw Geoff shaking hands with an older, white-haired gentleman. As she got closer, she could hear his Southern accent. “Well, I have to say I admire you boys’ persistence. You’ve plumb worn me down. And with this new information Jimmy showed me today, I believe we can do business. Meet me at my office Monday morning, and we’ll sign the papers.” He turned to Jim and added brusquely, “I thought this was a party. What does a man have to do to get a drink around here?”
Several men patted Geoff on the back and congratulated him. Then Geoff turned and saw Jenna standing behind him. “Did you hear that?” he asked, his face beaming.
“Yes. Does this mean what I think it does?”
Geoff lifted her up off the floor and spun her in a circle. “That was Arthur Jenkins. Jim persuaded him to get on board. Our deal’s back on the table!” He set her down with an exuberant kiss. “And did you see how it happened? Just like I imagined—every detail!”
Epilogue
As Jenna sat at the bus stop, she reflected on all the remarkable things that had taken place in her life in such a short time. She felt happier than she’d ever felt before. She knew now that the future held infinite possibilities. It was as if someone had opened a doorway, allowing her to walk through into a different world. Only it was real; it was her life, and she absolutely loved it!
Her bus pulled up, but in the moment she decided she’d rather walk. She enjoyed being around people now, but she loved being in nature even more. It was a glorious winter day, and as she walked through the park, she breathed in the beauty of the late afternoon sun, which was painting the sky in vibrant shades of pink.
Through a deliberate change of focus, Jenna had learned how to dream again, and now her dream of becoming an interior decorator was soon to be a reality. She’d given her notice at work and would be starting to train with Amanda the following week. She had just over two months to learn the ropes before Amanda moved away. Then she would be on her own. She was nothing short of elated by the prospect. Not only that but she was confident that she would succeed. Rachael had been right when she said it was possible to create your own reality. Jenna had proved it for herself.
Stopping for a moment to take in the resplendence, she became aware of the sounds all around her. There were birds singing, children’s voices on the playground, and a dog barking in the distance. They were rich sounds, pleasing to the ear, but there was something else, something deeper, that reminded her of a quote she’d read.
As you enter into life, feeling the Divine presence in everything, more and more you will hear a song of joy singing at the center of your being. You have only to be still and listen to this song of Life, for it is always there.19
THE END
The following is a preview
of book two in the
‘Law of Attraction’ trilogy.
A SONG OF THE HEART
by JEANE WATIER
A Song of the Heart
As she entered the hospital’s tiny chapel, Dayna looked around. The overhead lights were off, and the dim lighting on the walls bathed the room in a soft, amber glow, giving the sanctuary a welcoming appeal. Relieved to see that no one was there, she walked up to the front pew and sat down. She tried to relax, but her mind was busy seeking answers for all that had happened. What causes a person’s life to go in one direction or the other?
She’d seen people whose lives were a perfect example of the saying, ‘the better it gets, the better it gets,’ but she’d also seen those who lived the opposite, and her life was getting dangerously close to that end of the spectrum. Her husband had left her for another woman, she’d just had a life-threatening experience, and now strange things were happening to her that she couldn’t explain. Can a person possibly have control over these things?
Her sister, Rachael, seemed convinced of it. Her life was an example of things going well and continuing that way, and she definitely had a positive outlook on life. Dayna couldn’t say the same; she’d allowed the circumstances of her life to control her, making her pessimistic and distrustful of others.
She was reminded of a quote she’d read earlier in a book Rachael had given her.
Everything is orchestrated by the…Law of Attraction. Your vibration is setting all of it into motion. Everything affecting you is a reflection of the vibration you are emitting.20
There was something about the things Rachael believed that Dayna couldn’t dispute, but she was having trouble with that particular concept—it was putting the onus directly on her. In other words, I’m responsible for the breakdown of my marriage and for my heart attack. No! She felt herself getting frustrated. I’m not to blame for the things that have happened to me!
She stopped and took some deep breaths to calm herself. As she did, she realized there was an element of truth to the philosophy that she just couldn’t deny. If I could take responsibility for having created the circumstances in my past, she allowed, then maybe, somehow, I could have control over what happens in my future too.
The new thought felt foreign to her, but at the same time, it gave her a sense of power. Is this the power that Rachael has discov
ered? Could this be the reason for all the remarkable things that have been happening in her life lately?
Dayna closed her eyes for a moment and listened to her own breathing. She was surprised at the sudden clarity that resulted. She desired the happiness that Rachael exuded. Having resisted it for too long, Dayna was eager now to find out what kind of knowing could produce that joy consistently.
As she sat, quieting her thoughts, the serene stillness embraced her. It was new for Dayna to be alone with her thoughts and feel good about it. She was enjoying the peaceful sanctuary.
With her eyes still closed, she prayed a silent prayer. She didn’t really know who or what she was praying to, but in that tranquil place, she felt a connection to something greater than herself. A comforting warmth began to radiate from somewhere within her being, producing a tingling sensation throughout her body. It felt as if a part of her had been dormant and was just now beginning to come to life.
Suddenly Dayna realized that she wasn’t afraid anymore. Whatever the feeling was, it was part of her, and she wanted to get to know it, to experience more of it. Something had changed; something within her had shifted. She didn’t understand it, but she no longer had any desire to resist it.
As she opened her eyes, her gaze rested on the baby grand piano that sat at the front of the chapel. It had been awhile since she’d played, and she longed to lose herself in her music again.
Walking over to the piano, she sat down and lovingly caressed the keys. Her eyes scanned the dimly lit room once more to assure herself that she was alone. Then she began to play.
It was an exquisite piano, perfectly tuned with sounds richer than her upright at home. As she played one of her favorite songs from memory, she felt the familiar pull. She allowed all the emotion that had been stirred up over the past weeks to flow into the music, producing a connection beyond anything she had previously felt. It was like a drug to her. Music was so much more than pleasure or entertainment; it was healing. It opened up a part of her that nothing else could.
The music evoked so much emotion that a tear ran down her cheek. She stopped to get a tissue from the pocket of her robe, and as she did, she noticed that someone had entered the chapel. A man was making his way down the aisle toward her. In the dim light, she saw that he was walking slowly with the help of a walker. His head was down, his body leaning forward as he concentrated on the difficult task. He was a big man with reddish brown hair and a beard. Despite the way he was walking, she could tell he wasn’t old, probably no more than forty.
Dayna closed the cover of the piano and was preparing to leave so the man could have solitude, when he motioned to her. “Please don’t stop. That was beautiful.”
She caught a glimpse of his face as he said the words, and Dayna recognized the man she’d seen playing the piano earlier that day. “You’re the piano man.” As she said it, she realized how childlike it sounded.
He laughed, but it was a warm, engaging laugh that made Dayna feel comfortable rather than embarrassed in his presence. He reached the front pew closest to the piano and sat down heavily, nearly out of breath. “It’s strange,” he said, “having to teach your body to do the basic things that you took for granted before. A couple of months ago I could scramble up a rooftop or walk a length of scaffolding without giving it a thought.”
“You couldn’t play the piano, though.” Dayna had heard the nurses talking about this man. Mr. Radford had nearly died in a serious car accident. Apparently, he’d only taken a few lessons as a child, but since the accident, he could play the piano beautifully. Dayna hadn’t believed it until she’d heard him for herself.
“No,” he shook his head. “I couldn’t. I did enjoy listening to others play, though. I always wished I could have taken more lessons when I was a kid, but money was tight.”
“How did this happen?” Her curiosity wouldn’t let her pass up the opportunity. “—you being able to play so well now. I heard you this morning, and I was really impressed.”
“Thank you.” He looked at her as he responded, and Dayna noticed something in his eyes. There was an unexpected softness there that didn’t quite match the rest of him. “I can’t really explain it. I just kept hearing music in my head after the accident. I think it was some sort of survival mechanism. I almost didn’t make it.”
“What was that like?” Dayna felt strangely at ease talking to the man. She was curious to know if he’d experienced any of the things she had.
“To nearly die?”
“Yes.”
“Not what you’d think. It was peaceful. I felt like a power greater than me was in control. I’m not sure I even wanted to come back. But it was the music; it kept drawing me. When I came to, I just knew I had to play. The nurses must have thought I’d lost it. I kept asking if there was a piano in the building. I couldn’t even get out of bed for the first few weeks, but the music just kept playing in my head. I assumed it was music I’d heard somewhere before, but people keep telling me it’s original.”
“I believe it is. I’ve never heard it. Have you written any of it down?”
“I don’t even know how. It’s all just up here.” He tapped the side of his head.
“You really should have someone put it on paper. It’s really good. You could share it with the world.”
“The job’s available, if you’re interested.”
Dayna didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t given any thought to doing it herself, although it was something she could do easily enough. “I…I don’t know. I could…I guess,” she hesitated, but as the new idea began to settle in her mind, she felt a strange compulsion. Something was drawing her.
All at once she knew it was something she wanted to do. “Yes,” she replied, nodding confidently. “I’d be honored to do that for you.”
They continued talking with an easiness that surprised Dayna. There was a quality about the man that intrigued her. It may have been his unabashed love for music, or that he’d faced death as she had, but Dayna sensed it was something deeper than that, something indefinable. Whatever the reason, it was unusual for her to be so open with a total stranger.
Thoroughly enjoying the interaction, she didn’t notice how much time had passed until she began to feel drowsy, a side effect of the pain medication she was taking. “Well, Mr. Radford, I should go back to my room. Let’s talk tomorrow and plan when we can start getting your music down on paper.”
“That sounds fine, but please, call me Quinn.” He extended his hand amiably.
“Thanks, Quinn. I’m Dayna.” As their eyes met again, she felt an odd sense of familiarity—a connection to the man at some subconscious level. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, leaving her confused and at the same time curious. She tried to dismiss it as she left the peaceful sanctuary and headed back to her hospital room.
THE EMOTIONAL SCALE
(based on the teachings of Abraham-Hicks)
EMPOWERMENT
Joy/Freedom/Love/Appreciation
Passion/Excitement
Enthusiasm/Eagerness/Happiness
Positive Expectation/Belief
Optimism/Confidence
Hope/Anticipation
Contentment/Satisfaction
Boredom/Impatience/Discontentment
Pessimism/Doubt/Cynicism
Frustration/Irritation/blame
Overwhelment
Disappointment/Disillusionment
Anger/Resentment
Vengeance
Hatred/Rage
Jealousy/Envy/Suspicion
Insecurity/Guilt/Unworthiness
Fear/Grief/Depression/Despair
DISEMPOWERMENT
THE PRINCIPLES OF LAW OF ATTRACTION
(based on the teachings of Abraham-Hicks)
Everything is energy; everything is vibration
We are vibrational beings, living in a vibrational Universe. Everything is made up of energy and is constantly vibrating; nothing remains still. Nothing is solid or fixed, unmo
veable or unchangeable.
The Law of Attraction regulates all things
All things being made up of energy are connected to one another. There is a Universal law that controls and regulates how all this energy interacts; it is called the Law of Attraction. Just like the law of gravity, it is always at work and it always applies. It just is.
Everything has a vibrational frequency
Everything, including thought, has a vibrational frequency. Things with the same vibrational frequency are naturally drawn together. Because of this, a simple thought has the power to attract to itself. First it will attract similar thoughts, then it will attract thought forms, and eventually it will attract its physical equivalent. Basically we attract into our lives what we think about the most.
We can change the frequency of our thoughts
We have the power to change the way we think. Emotions are a very accurate guidance system that let us know whether we’re on the way to what we want or to what we don’t want. When we think a thought and realize it doesn’t feel good, we can work at finding one that feels a little better, then one that feels even better and so on.
It is natural to feel good
It is not only possible, it is the nature of our being to move up the emotional scale and remain consistently in emotions of joy, love, peace, appreciation, expectancy and knowing.
Well-being is the basis of the Universe
The only thing that keeps us from receiving the well-being that is our birthright is the pattern of negative thought that we have established. When we align ourselves, generally or specifically, with thoughts of well-being, it will flow freely into our lives. It cannot be any other way; it is law—the LAW OF ATTRACTION.