Preface

This post is about my first-hand experience with the Law of Attraction and the powerful mental faculty I gained as a result. I hope my experiences can serve as a sort of guidepost in your own journey, as so many other articles have done for me.

To start with, I’m a self-motivated learner by nature.

I’ll stop at nothing to obtain relevant and important information to my goals.

So when I shifted to the success mindset, I naturally started reading to find answers.

The first time I’d heard about the Law of Attraction was through a book called Outwitting the Devil by Napoleon Hill, one of THE best books on success I’ve ever read, and still listen to often. Before I caught wind of The Secret or any of the gimmick surrounding the topic, I instantly recognized this law as an invaluable key to achieving my dreams (what Napoleon Hill called the law of Hypnotic Rhythm). So what could be more important to me than mastering this universal principal for my purposes? Though it didn’t make full sense to me at the time, I decided to throw myself into the task of devouring everything I could on the subject.

So when I had learned just enough, I decided to put the Law of Attraction to the ULTIMATE TEST. Two years ago, I left the comfort of my home to see if I could manifest the life I wanted using only positive emotion, intent, and belief as my sole navigation.

I knew I had to buy in to the LOA teachings fully or the experiment wouldn’t work.

My hypothesis was, “Can one really get all they want in life merely by positive intent and belief?”

So I set my sights on a goal that I really believed would be worthwhile should my hypothesis be correct.

It’s embarrassing to say, but here’s what I wanted should my experiment succeed:

I wanted a house. Fairly big, but not a mansion. I’d make $50k a year, all passive, of course. Never having to work, but choosing to work on my art whenever it suited me. I could skateboard for fun and play video-games anytime I wanted. I would live alone, so no one could tell me what to do. I would have a workout room, so I didn’t have to leave home if I didn’t want to. But I’d also constantly be on amazing adventures with friends, traveling all around the world like in some kind of anime (like One Piece or Pokemon) living life to the fullest. I’d know multiple languages and be amazingly social and great with girls. Oh, and I’d balance all this along with doing great art.

As you can see, I did not hold back.

The goal was to start in San Diego, California and move up from there.

Why San Diego? Because it was the one place calling my name louder than anywhere else. Not to mention the locale most closely matched the vibrancy of the Youtube videos that “inspired” me.

I was resolved to do anything for this amazing fantasy. If fully surrendering to the universe via the law of attraction would truly bring me the life I wanted, then giving up everything, including my art, was a pittance.

Starting from the street was the plan…

…living there however, was not.

I won’t go into detail here, because the point of this post and the next is the power of the mind and how I learned to wield it.

But for context….

For months I had seen so many Youtube travelers and Law of Attraction success stories that I wanted the same to happen to me. Eventually, I became so overcome with the desire for adventure that I convinced myself leave home to achieve the same.

I mean, doesn’t it sound nice to not have to do anything and but feel positive emotions for good things will come?

Or too good to be true?

At my point of departure I had seen too much about life, death, illusions and enlightenment to have any more skepticism. I had to KNOW for myself what was the actual Truth.

Execution of my Plan

Most of my days in San Diego were spent in the library, voraciously consuming all sources of information, searching for the meaning of life and the truth of LOA. Any clue I could find was a major step forward in understanding.  From the moment I arrived and at all times, I was INTENSELY AWARE of myself and my surroundings. I knew I couldn’t let up for a moment, get in a bad mood or let my circumstances get the better of me. I’d developed a sort of “shield of positivity” which could spin any negative looking situation into a positive perception. Looking back on it now, I’d call it pragmatic optimism because it was very practical to keep this mindset in a no-win situation.

I was in DEEP OBSERVATION of the law nearly every minute of every day. I wasn’t there for fun, I was there to learn by experience; to see what this “law” was really made of. I was very serious, yet detached from outcome and always tried to maintain positivity. At all times, I could feel my emotions, when they spiked, when they were calm and what effect that would have on my outside circumstances. When I was angry I would either express it or take a breather and let it pass through me, depending on the situation. What I noticed were certain patterns in my daily activities; days to weeks when I met similar daily circumstances. When some minor detail changed, I noticed immediately that it was a sign of even bigger change to come. I constantly tried to keep my mind empty of thought of both future and past events, always looking out for signs of the next step. I kept in mind ONLY visualizations of what I wanted to maximize my intent.

And the results…?

Well, instead of unrealistically getting everything I wanted,

A life on the road taught me lessons tailor-made for my growth

Stream of consciousness account incoming…

I had run out to money for motels, and on the cusp of heading to a homeless shelter, I met a guy with a van and ended up sharing it with him and three other guys as shelter and transportation for the duration of my 2-month stint. The two older guys in their 50s could actually understand what I was trying to learn and one was actively practicing LOA with some success. I’d get into weird and crazy situations with this group, seeing people fighting over trifles, get to see incredible sights, skateboard by Pacific beach fairly often, saw the amazing orange trees by the Pauma Casino, got a free buffet twice, and sometimes money we needed would come exactly when needed. The value of a cup was measured by how much piss it could hold.

I’d felt moments of deep anger and embarrassment, but instead of withholding my feelings like I did back home, from family members that wouldn’t understand or even try to, I could talk through it and work it out with this crew of homeless dudes. The two older guys would often get into verbal altercations and break apart only to come together again, in less and less time with each infraction. It’d amazed me that people could actually apologize and make up (more than once!). I could actually express more of myself than I ever had the opportunity to back home.  I’d walked around in the middle of the night without a care in the world. Walked by an old woman on the sidewalk pissing on a tree under her night gown. Danced in the streets past midnight with no one around, and pissed in those very same streets. Lost some a good pair of shoes that I had worn for 3 weeks straight. I had seen crackheads, methheads, trannies, whores and the like. Caught bedbugs, had an ear infection and a cold all at once. One of our van mates shit with colitis shit his pants; and I’d pissed myself on two different occasions. Ate a whole pizza to myself, had to sleep by a gay adult toy store, tasted my first beer. Had my life threatened while trying to take a piss at 2 in the morning and I’ve been in a condo by the beach on a peaceful day eating hamburgers with my crew while the owner’s two cats played. I learned the distinct smell of marijuana without ever smoking it. I’d seen a wealthy family nearly crumble from relationship issues and by trying to live above their means.  I’ve aided in the theft of a mattress and didn’t get caught. I never went hungry, and actually got fatter?! I always felt blessed and I’d felt more alive in those two months than I had in 19 years back home. And this is just off the top of my head.

But, because I had no purpose of my own, I couldn’t shake the sense I wasn’t as “free” as I thought. The one thing I thought this law of attraction would bring me, I still had not found. 

I relied on the owner of the van for shelter. I ran out of money quickly, so food would be an issue too. I’d be lost as to why things weren’t working according to my plan, and to stick to the rules of the experiment I couldn’t force anything happen by will.

I didn’t plan this out to be 2 months, and was just going with the flow of things, so over the next few months I was taken in by relatives and eventually moved back home, where this feeling of lacking freedom became even more pronounced.

Not one thing went according to my plan, even though there were signs everywhere. When I got home I desperately searched for where I went wrong. Had the law failed me? Or had I failed to use it correctly?

My mood continued to spiral downward until things got even worse…

I’ll explain everything and the mental secret I learned in the next post.

Until next time friends,

-Ken