The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 13)
THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ
Please find below the complete thirteenth 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.
BREAKING AWAY: BOOK ONE OF THE RABYLON SERIES (Chapter 13)
Just as the morning sun began to emerge from behind the peak of the hill, Remy, Rhea, and Jasper were startled awake by a piercing cry that could only have come from one kind of creature.
“Oh, no!” said Remy. “The wolves are back!”
“They must have figured out our tracks!” cried Rhea.
This was the first Jasper had heard about any wolves, but he remained calm. He knew exactly what to do in situations such as these.
“Here,” he reached behind a nearby boulder and plucked out several bunches of dark green leaves. They had a cool, powerful scent that was oddly refreshing to the bunnies. “This is mint. Rub it all over yourselves. It’ll help cover our scent.”
Immediately the trio began to scrub their bodies with the aromatic herbs. Soon, another howl wound its way up the hill, sending chills up and down the bunnies’ spines.
“Hurry!” said Rhea. “They’re getting closer!”
“Follow me!” Jasper motioned toward a tall patch of grass to their left, “This way!” He threw aside his mint leaves and plunged into the grass. Remy and Rhea plunged in after him, and the blades swished aside and fell back into place, just as the wolves began their ascent of the slope.
The bunnies had no idea where they were going, but Jasper seemed to know the hill like the back of his paw, and so they clung to his heels as he weaved his way around this obstacle and that, as naturally as a fish swimming through reeds.
Soon, the wolves reached the spot on the hill where Jasper and the bunnies had awoken only minutes earlier. Aleister and Doug climbed all over the boulders, scrabbled and scratched at the dirt, and sniffed feverishly at every patch of grass as they searched for a trace of rabbit scent. Every time they thought they had a lead, they ran into a dead end that smelled a lot like mint. Snarl, who had been standing back, supervising this exercise in futility, flew into a fit of rage.
“You can run all you want,” he screamed into the wind, “but sooner or later, we’re going to find you!”
“And when we do,” Aleister added, “we’re going to skin you alive!”
Jasper was panting and his eyes were watering terribly. He and the bunnies had made it several hundred yards up the hill and he was beginning to slow down significantly.
“Are you okay, Jasper?” asked Rhea, slightly out of breath herself.
“We can stop for a minute, if you want?” said Remy.
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” said Jasper. “I may be tired, but I’m not dead—at least not yet—and I’m going to get back to the other side of this hill if it’s the last thing I do.”
The remaining climb was steep, but Jasper and the bunnies forged ahead, paying no mind to the aching in their joints or the fire in their lungs. Before long, the hill’s peak came into view and immediately, Remy and Rhea knew that no pen or paintbrush of theirs could ever do it justice. Set against the backdrop of a deep blue sky and a spattering of pillowy, white clouds, with the early morning sun hanging above it like some kind of beacon to light their way, the summit was part and parcel of a scene that could only have been depicted by the most gifted painter to have ever lived.
“We’re almost there!” said Remy.
“Just a little farther!” said Rhea.
With one final push, the trio reached the peak, and again they found themselves breathless, only this time it was not because of what lay behind them, but because of what lay before them. Below, bathed in an angelic, golden glow, was a valley that looked like something born out of their dreams.
Row after row of green and orange spread across the valley floor. Bushes heavy with berries in every color of the rainbow grew at the edges of its wooded areas. Here and there could be seen the glimmer and shimmer of ponds and puddles. And in the middle of it all was a river running beneath a rustic, wooden bridge and a beautiful village full of cobblestone cottages, sparkling in the sunshine.
Remy was awestruck. “What is this place?” he asked with his mouth agape.
Rhea’s wide open eyes could hardly contain the splendor, “It’s beautiful…”
Jasper placed a paw on each of the bunnies’ shoulders and smiled, “This place,” he said, “is Nevaeh.”
A melody played on a flute wound its way across the valley floor, up the hill, and into the bunnies’ ears. Laughter rose from the village’s homes and streets, its alleys and its fields. A group of rabbits could be seen having a picnic under a tall oak tree, while another splashed around in the river. Everywhere the bunnies looked, they could see the inhabitants of Nevaeh going about their business, and not a single one of them appeared to be starving.
“I can’t believe it!” said Rhea, “It’s really real!”
“It’s like a dream come true!” said Remy.
Jasper chuckled, “You know, it’s funny you say that, because if it wasn’t for you believing in Nevaeh, you never would have found it.”
“Huh?” Rhea’s forehead scrunched up.
“What do you mean?” asked Remy.
Jasper took a deep breath, “Listen, I would never claim to know it all, or even half of it all—and Mother Nature knows I don’t—but after traveling here many, many years ago with my brother, there’s one thing I know for a fact, and it’s that if you truly believe in something—that is, if you care enough about it to not just dream about it, but to do something about it—your belief will bring it to you.”
“Wow,” said Remy. “So our beliefs brought Nevaeh to us?”
“That’s right,” said Jasper. “And that’s how it is with everything in the world. Before we can see it out here,” he made a sweeping gesture at the world around them, “we first have to see it in here,” he pointed at his head, “and feel it in here,” he placed his paw over his heart. “And if you can do that, then you can do anything.”
The bunnies were so happy they could have cried. Never before had they felt so free. Never before had they felt so alive. They only wished that their family could have been there with them.
“Jasper?” asked Rhea wistfully.
“Yes, my dear?” said Jasper.
“Do you think our family will ever get to see Nevaeh?”
“I hope so, but it depends.”
“On what?” asked Remy.
“On whether they can find it inside of themselves first, like the two of you did. Because it’s only after you’ve found what you want inside of you that you can find it outside of you.”
All the bunnies could do was nod. They weren’t sure that they understood everything Jasper was telling them, but something inside of them told them he was right, and they trusted him.
“Now,” Jasper could see that he’d said enough for the time being, “speaking of finding what we want outside, I’m hungry, and I want some breakfast. How about you?”
Remy and Rhea smiled. And with that, Jasper led them down the hill to explore the dream they had brought to life.
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