The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 11)
THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ
Please find below the complete eleventh chapter of Cory Groshek‘s debut, middle grade children’s book, Breaking Away: Book One of the Rabylon Series. It is being provided to you free-of-charge by the author, exclusively through this site and courtesy of Manifestation Machine Books, because the author believes the information contained within the book is simply too important to be given only to those of us (parents, guardians, caretakers, and children) who can afford to pay for it.
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This book, which was written over the course of about 2.5 years by Groshek, encapsulates Groshek’s entire philosophy with regards to dreaming big, taking risks, trusting our gut, and choosing faith over fear in all that we do. Furthermore, the book brings together lessons about the Law of Attraction, the principles of Hermetic philosophy, and the teachings of Jesus Christ relative to abundance in a way that no other book in history has.
Whether we regard this book simply as a “Law of Attraction book for kids”, a self-help book for children cleverly disguised as an action-adventure, or a distinctly spiritual slant on classic storytelling (all of which are accurate descriptions), the fact remains that Breaking Away: Book One of the Rabylon Series stands as the one and only Law of Attraction book in existence today which puts the Law into language our children can understand. It is a must-read for anyone, parent or child, who dreams of someday finding their own abundance on the other side of the obstacles that stand between us and our dreams and should be required reading in every elementary school on Earth.
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BREAKING AWAY: BOOK ONE OF THE RABYLON SERIES (Chapter 11)
Using their sharp teeth and powerful jaws, the wolves bit off the branches of some nearby trees and stacked them beside the hollow. Once the wood pile was large enough, they wove the branches into a bottomless cage, intentionally leaving one side of it missing, and set the open side against the hollow, thereby preventing the bunnies from escaping. Then, using a few spare sticks and some grass, they crafted a rudimentary door and set it atop the cage. If Remy and Rhea were to step outside of the hollow, the wolves could drop the door between the tree and the cage and trap them inside the cage.
“What do they think we’re going to do?” said Remy, “Just walk right out of this tree and into their mouths?”
“Well, we have to do something,” said Rhea. “If we stay in here, we’ll starve.”
It was true. There was nothing to eat inside the hollow; all of the edible plants, plus their basket full of flowers, were outside. The bunnies moved to the hollow’s entrance and peered outside. Snarl and Aleister could be heard discussing how to get the bunnies into the cage.
“We could stick them with a skewer,” said Aleister. “Then we could just pull them out.”
“No, no, no—that won’t work,” said Snarl. “It’d punch holes in their hides, and then the leaves wouldn’t stay in them.” He rubbed his chin, “I’ve got a better idea. We’ll smoke them out!”
“That’s a great idea, boss! You’re a genius!”
“I know, I know,” said Snarl arrogantly. “Doug!” he shouted, “Go fetch some wood!”
“Fetch some wood!” Doug barked, and happily did as he was told.
The bunnies’ hearts sank into the pits of their stomachs as they realized that nothing short of a miracle was going to save them from this predicament. Meanwhile, Doug wandered off to find some firewood as Snarl and Aleister scavenged for the additional supplies they needed to build a fire.
After piling several rocks in a ring, the wolves dumped grass, twigs, and leaves into the center of the stone circle. Snarl dug into a chest pocket on his vest and pulled out a small, silvery blade and a piece of flint. He banged the blade against the flint and coaxed a few sparks onto the kindling. Soon, a blazing fire roared inside the ring of rocks.
While the wolves were preoccupied, the bunnies searched every inch of the hollow for a way to escape that wouldn’t involve entering the cage. Rhea sniffed around the ground, looking for any cracks in the tree trunk large enough to slip through, and Remy stood and stretched as tall as he could to search for rabbit-sized holes overhead.
“Did you find anything?” Rhea asked as she finished her second lap around the floor.
“No,” Remy sighed. “I think it’s hopeless…”
The bunnies turned to look outside again. As dangerous as it would be to step into the cage, they knew that it’d be suicidal to stay in the hollow.
“We’ll wait ‘til they’re not looking,” whispered Rhea. “Then we’ll go out there.”
Beside the fire, Snarl and Aleister had become embroiled in a discussion about the supposed stupidity of rabbits. They waved their arms about wildly and laughed boisterously as they attempted to outdo each other with tales of the dumbest rabbits they’d ever caught.
Although the wolves were quite distracted from the bunnies, they were still turned in the direction of the hollow, and Remy and Rhea began to worry that they would never get an opportunity to explore the cage. But then, just as they were about to lose hope, the wolves, in apparent defiance of all logic, turned their backs on them completely.
Remy and Rhea couldn’t believe their eyes! This was it! they thought—it was their chance to escape, and it was now or never!
“Go, go, go!” whispered Remy, and he and his sister threw caution to the wind and crept hurriedly into the cage.
As they explored their wooden ward, they found its sticks to be woven so tightly together that only their ears could fit between them. Remy quietly shook the cage and was disappointed to find that it was very sturdy. Rhea gnawed on the thinnest sticks she could find, and although it appeared that, given enough time, she and Remy could chew their way through them, chewing through a large enough section to escape through would take too long.
“How big do you think their family is?” asked Aleister, over the sound of crackling sticks and popping twigs.
“Well, a mother and father make two,” said Snarl. “If all of their grandparents are alive, that’s four more…”
Remy stared through a small opening in the cage. The wolves had settled a huge metal pot atop several flat stones in the center of the fire and were pouring water into it from a pair of leather pouches. The flames licked high around the sides of the pot, leaving black marks on the metal. The entire bottom of the pot was crusted with black soot, a sure sign that the wolves had used it many times before.
Aleister wiped a bit of drool from his lips. “Do you think they have siblings?”
“Maybe,” said Snarl.
“I hope so. I like them young and tender.”
“Young and tender!” Doug had overheard the other wolves as he carried over a load of large sticks and branches. “Yum, yum, yum!” He began to feed several of his larger pieces of wood to the flames.
Remy became sick to his stomach and Rhea’s eyes clouded over with despair.
“We’re not going to make it this time, are we?” asked Rhea.
“I don’t think so,” said Remy.
“Is this it?” Rhea whispered. “Is this really the end?”
“I’m afraid so,” Remy frowned as only a bunny who’d lost all hope could. “This was all a big mistake…”
“Yeah…” said Rhea, mirroring her brother, “We never should’ve left home…”
“We came all this way for nothing…”
“I bet the magical carrot land isn’t even real…” Rhea stared at the dusty ground. Her lower lip began to tremble.
Remy felt that old, aching emptiness creeping back into his heart as he stared at the prison of sticks surrounding him. “We’ve just gone from one jail to another…”
Atop the fire, the water in the pot began to boil.
“Time to eat!” Doug barked.
“We’ll eat the scrawny one first,” said Aleister, “and save the best for last.”
“But I want the big one first!”
“No! We’ll eat it last!”
Rhea watched a single tear roll down her brother’s face. It stopped at the tip of his nose and dangled there as he stared at the dirt.
“It’s not fair,” he sniffed. “How come we have to die while everybody back home gets to live? We’re too young to die…”
Just then, a strange thought popped into Rhea’s head and her eyes lit up. She had no idea where the thought had come from, and it actually felt a lot more like a feeling than a thought—like a picture or an image of something important, whispered to her in a way that only she could understand. She put her paw on Remy’s shoulder and squeezed, “Look at me, Remy.”
Her brother’s eyes, filled with tears, rose to meet hers.
“Even if we do die here today,” she said, “we still got to live more than anyone else in all of Rabylon.”
“I—I don’t understand…” Remy swiped at his tears. “What do you mean we got to live more…?”
“I mean, look around us, Remy,” she gestured at the world outside of their enclosure.
A calm breeze made its way through the cage and tickled their whiskers. A few yards away, flowers swayed gently as if they were dancing to music that only they could hear. Overhead, a pale, pewterish moon drifted lazily across a star-studded sky. And every way they turned their ears, they could hear the soothing sound of a thousand crickets singing.
“No one in Rabylon gets to see things like this,” she continued. “Before Grandpa told us that story, I couldn’t wait to get old like him, because I thought getting older meant that life would get better. But now I know that life isn’t about living the longest—it’s about living the most. And I feel like we’ve lived more in the last two days than most rabbits have lived in their whole lives. I bet Grandpa would be really proud of us.”
Remy smiled. His sister was right, he thought—and still so poetic, even without a pen and paper! So what if he and she never got to be as old as their grandfather? In the short time since they’d left Rabylon, they’d already seen more and done more than any rabbit they knew, including the Mayor. Sure, the Mayor had lots of food and lots of fancy clothes, plus a big, beautiful house, but had he ever outrun a rattlesnake, crossed a river in a basket, or gorged himself on a field full of clover? No!—No, he hadn’t. Those types of experiences, Remy realized, were reserved for brave rabbits like him and his sister—rabbits who were willing to do whatever it took to achieve their dreams and create a life worth dying for.
Remy put his paw on his sister’s shoulder and squeezed it. And then, seemingly from out of nowhere, a strange thought popped into his head.
“It’s too bad we’re not gophers…” he said. “If we were gophers, we could just dig our way out of here.”
Suddenly, Rhea’s eyes lit up again, bigger and brighter this time, “Wait a minute!” She shook Remy by the shoulders with both paws, “That’s it, that’s it!”
“We don’t need to be gophers, Remy! We’re rabbits—and rabbits can dig, too!”
Immediately, something clicked inside of Remy. He held up his paws and stared at them. Though he’d spent nearly his entire life digging in the fields, he’d never once considered that they could be used for digging anywhere else—and, frankly, neither had his sister. The bunnies stared each other squarely in the eyes; they knew exactly what they needed to do. They dropped to their knees and began digging as if possessed.
Never before had they dug so hard or so fast. The wolves were only a few yards away and could have turned around at any moment and seen what they were doing, but they didn’t care—they were either going to live to see the carrot paradise or die trying!
Meanwhile, Aleister and Doug had stopped arguing about which bunny they were going to eat first and were now fighting over whether or not to add spices to the water.
“I like pepper,” said Doug.
“No pepper!” countered Aleister, “It gets up my snout and makes me sneeze.”
“But I want pepper!”
“I said no!”
The bunnies kept digging. They had no idea what had gotten into them; all they knew was that whatever it was felt right. In fact, the more they dug the more right it felt. Scoop after scoop of dirt went flying from their paws. Within just a minute or two, they’d already dug a hole so deep that their entire bodies had disappeared into the earth. They couldn’t believe the wolves hadn’t seen them yet! It was a miracle! Just a little farther, they thought, and they’d be free!
“How about chili peppers?” asked Doug.
“That’s still pepper, you doofus,” Aleister snapped, “and I don’t like any peppers!”
“But I want chili peppers!”
“Chili peppers! Jalapenos! Habaneros!”
“No, no, no!”
The wolves dropped low and began to circle each other as the bunnies continued to dig.
“Shut up about peppers!” Aleister growled. “It’s not happening! Just let it go!”
“I won’t stop ‘til I get peppers!”
The wolves lunged at each other. Doug grabbed Aleister’s leg in his mouth while Aleister latched onto Doug’s belly. A few feet away, Snarl stoked the fire with a long stick. Occasionally, he tossed a hot stone into the water to help it boil more quickly. Each stone sent plumes of steam rolling into the night. As the yelps and growls of his subordinates grew louder, he turned toward their tumbling mass of fur.
“Shut up!” he roared, “Both of you!”
Aleister and Doug immediately broke apart, but then hunched down, ready to lunge again.
“You two will eat the rabbit I give to you, how and when I give it to you!” snapped Snarl.
“But I want pepper!” Doug moaned.
“I said no!” shouted Aleister.
“There will be no pepper in the pot!” declared Snarl. “Doug can put pepper on his meat after it’s cooked. There! Problem solved! I swear, it’s like I’m dealing with pups here.”
Aleister and Doug slunk toward the fire. Doug gave Aleister the evil eye while Aleister bared his teeth at Doug. They both ducked their heads as they drew near Snarl. Meanwhile, the bunnies dug more furiously than ever. Soon, the smell of fresh, green grass began to fill their noses. They were so close to freedom they could taste it in the dirt! Finally, with one big, hard push, they broke through to the other side. They burst into the moonlight and took off running on all fours as if their tails were on fire, and not a moment too soon.
“Doug!” ordered Snarl, “Go check on the rabbits!”
Doug did as he was told. He waltzed around the cage, looking it up and down several times and staring at it from every angle. Then he checked inside the hollow, and a puzzled look came across his face. Scratching his head, he turned to Snarl and furrowed his brow. Then he turned to look back at the cage once more and again at Snarl.
“Umm,” said Doug, “there’s nobody in here.”
Snarl immediately stopped poking the fire. “What?” he snapped his head toward Doug, “What do you mean nobody’s in there?” He dropped his stick, rushed to the cage, and shoved Doug out of the way.
Sure enough, both the hollow and the cage were empty.
“This is not possible!” Snarl grabbed the cage and threw it into the woods. “Find them!” he roared. “Find them now!”
Remy and Rhea raced through the woods as Snarl’s fury shattered the night’s peace. They could hear the sound of branches snapping and bushes shaking behind them as the wolves gave chase. The bunnies had a head start of several thousand feet, but the wolves had also dropped onto all fours and were fast—very fast—even Doug. For such a big, bulky brute, he was surprisingly nimble, much to the bunnies’ dismay. Remy and Rhea were fast, too, but digging their way out of the cage had clogged their feet with dirt and stones, slowing them down considerably. They winced as pebbles dug into the spaces between their toes, but still they ran, bounding over logs and rocks and roots as the wolves closed in on them.
“Over here!” Rhea called to her brother.
The bunnies ducked under a cluster of blackberry bushes, popped up on the other side of it, and kept running. Aleister saw the bushes and managed to dig his heels deep into the dirt, stopping an inch or two shy of them, but Doug was not so fortunate. He crashed headlong into the thicket and then yelped and howled as its thorny vines raked him with the sting of a thousand bees. Seconds later, Snarl caught up to his underlings. Once he realized that they’d allowed his dinner to escape, he was beside himself. He let out a howl so loud it could have split the sky in two, and it echoed across the treetops as the bunnies ran for their lives.
“We did it, we did it!” cheered Remy as he streaked through the woods.
“We’re going to live!” chimed Rhea, hot on his heels.
Enraged howls continued to flood the forest, but faded quickly as Remy and Rhea put more distance between them and the wolves. As the bunnies ran, they occasionally looped back along their trail, circling some trees and diving under some bushes, in order to muddle their path. This, they hoped, would make it more difficult for the wolves to track them.
Soon they neared the edge of the forest, and suddenly they felt less like they were running away from the wolves and more like they were running toward the carrot paradise. And then it hit them: If they wanted to make their dreams a reality—like the wolves had wanted to make a meal out of them—it wasn’t enough to simply chase their dreams; they would have to catch them. And so they ran—harder and faster than they’d ever run before—because now they knew that it wasn’t just their lives that depended upon it, but the life of their dreams as well.
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