The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 4)
THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ
Please find below the complete fourth 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 4)
Papa Harvey stormed into the living room, stomping so hard that the kitchen table shook, “That story again, Otis?”
“What’s going on out here?” Mama Hazel had woken and shuffled into the dining area. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, “What’s all the commotion?”
“Your father is telling our bunnies that fairy tale of his. You know—the one about those imaginary friends of his who left Rabylon? The one we told him not to talk about?”
Mama Hazel rubbed her face. She sighed and took a seat at the kitchen table.
“They aren’t imaginary!” shouted Remy, “They’re real!”
“And so is the magical carrot land!” added Rhea.
“Remy and Rhea,” Mama Hazel blinked long and slow and took a deep breath, “that place is just a myth…”
“No, it isn’t!” blurted Remy.
“And it has more carrots than the eye can see!” said Rhea.
“Nonsense!” said Papa Harvey sternly. “We already have all the carrots we need—the Mayor makes sure of it!”
“No, we don’t!” Rhea crossed her arms, “And no, he doesn’t!”
“Excuse me?” Papa Harvey was incredulous, “What did you just say?” He grabbed his ears and began to twist them into knots as he paced around the room, “I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” He stopped suddenly and pointed at the bunnies, “You two have a roof over your heads and a warm place to sleep! If it wasn’t for the Mayor, you’d be homeless! We’d all be homeless! You need to show some respect!”
The bunnies’ ears flattened against their heads and they didn’t dare to move a muscle. They’d never seen their father so angry and, for the first time in their lives, they were actually more scared of him than they were of the Enforcers. Immediately, Papa Harvey could see how badly he’d frightened them, so he stopped pacing, calmed down a little, and tried to take a more conciliatory approach to the situation.
“Look, I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said, “but that story your grandfather told you is very dangerous. If anyone outside of this house were to hear you talking about it, you could be executed. Do you understand that?”
The bunnies nodded. Their bodies were still rigid with fear.
“Your mother and I don’t want to see you get hurt, so promise me you’ll never mention it again.”
The bunnies glanced at Grandfather Otis. His head hung low as he fiddled with a few pieces of straw poking out from his mattress.
“This isn’t fair!” cried Rhea. “We shouldn’t have to work so hard to get carrots!”
“Well, you have no choice,” said Papa Harvey. “Carrots don’t grow on trees, so if you want to eat, you have to work.”
“There has to be a better way,” cried Remy, “There just has to be!”
“Enough!” Papa Harvey thumped the floor hard with his foot as he again began to lose his temper. “There is no other way. The way things are is the way they’ve always been, and that’s the way they’ll always be. If there was a better way to do anything around here—which there isn’t—the Mayor would have already figured it out and shared it with us.”
And with that, the fire that Grandfather Otis’s story had lit inside Remy and Rhea was extinguished. Their ears drooped and their heads sank as they began to accept that the way things were was just the way it was, and there was nothing they could do about it.
“Now, I don’t want to hear any more crazy talk tonight,” said Papa Harvey. “You are to head straight to bed, and tomorrow you are going to wake up and go to school, just like you’ve always done, and then you’re going to go to work, just like you always will. Am I understood?”
The bunnies didn’t respond immediately.
“I said, am I understood?”
The bunnies looked up from the floor just long enough to make eye contact with their father. Their tiny noses quivered as they tried hard not to cry.
“Yes, Papa,” they said. And with that, they made their way to the loft, trailed by a million little pieces of their hollow, broken hearts.
At dawn, Remy and Rhea dragged themselves out of bed to prepare for another long, boring morning at school and another long, hot day in the fields. They were about half-dead, having spent most of the night lying awake, thinking about the argument they’d had with their parents. What would the Mayor do if he found out about it? they’d wondered, and what kind of terrible things might happen to them because of it? Could they really be cast out, or possibly even executed?
As concerning as such thoughts had been, they’d been even more concerned about their grandfather’s story, and they continued to be concerned as they made their way to school. What had happened to Cas and Jasper all those years ago? they wondered, as they trudged through one dirty neighborhood after another. Had they really found a carrot paradise out there in the woods, on the other side of that hill?
Soon they reached the Village Square and their one-room, brick schoolhouse and shuffled their way inside, surrounded by their classmates who, despite having gotten what had probably been a full night’s sleep, appeared even more tired and worn-out than them. They then took their seats for the next couple of hours and struggled to stay awake as they endured one of the most boring classes they’d ever attended. How was it even possible, they wondered, several hours into it, that a teacher could spend over two hours talking about nothing but watering carrots? But sure enough, Mrs. Wiggletail had, and they were oddly impressed.
By the time Remy and Rhea’s classes had finally finished, it was high noon and the temperature, which was already uncomfortably high, was steadily increasing by what seemed to be a degree or two every few minutes. The last thing Remy and Rhea wanted to do was spend the rest of the day picking weeds in the blistering heat, but the way they saw it, they had no choice. Like their father had told them the night before, if they wanted to eat, they had to work.
As they made their way to the Mayor’s estate to retrieve their carts, the houses around them had never looked more tumbledown or ruined, nor had the streets ever seemed so bleak. Some of their classmates trekked alongside them, and together they formed the most depressing, hopeless herd Remy and Rhea had ever seen. Their faces all looked the same: None were smiling and all were gaunt, with dull, sunken eyes and pale complexions, appearing as though they’d come off of an assembly line at some sad-rabbit-making factory somewhere.
Remy and Rhea didn’t need to say a single word; they knew exactly what each other were thinking: Rabylon no longer felt like home—and they didn’t want to live there anymore.
That afternoon, Remy and Rhea tended to their assigned carrot rows and quietly plotted their escape. Although Cas and Jasper had been able to leave Rabylon relatively easily, Remy and Rhea knew that with the Enforcers around it would be much more difficult, not to mention dangerous, for them to do the same. For their plan to work, they would need to keep it a secret from everyone, including their grandfather.
During a half-hour long “lunch break”, during which no one ever actually ate anything, the bunnies snuck away from the fields and back to their house, keeping an eye out for Enforcers the entire way. Once there, they retrieved a couple of old, brown sacks from the kitchen and immediately took off for the Mayor’s estate. Fortunately, most villagers were either at work or in school, and many of Rabylon’s houses were empty, so no one saw them as they made their way through one dusty alley after another. Soon they reached the nearest home they could find to the Mayor’s and took refuge behind a large bush. Then, they waited.
The gate to the Mayor’s estate was closed, which most likely meant that there was no one guarding it, but the bunnies had to be absolutely sure of that before they could make their next move. Because they’d pushed hundreds, if not thousands, of carts past the gate in their lifetimes, they knew that they could fit through the narrow spaces between its iron bars, while older, larger rabbits couldn’t. If they were fast, they could squeeze through them and onto the Mayor’s property without being seen—they just had to wait for the right moment. And so they waited…and waited, and then waited some more. Finally, when it appeared that there were no Enforcers present, they decided to make a run for it.
Remy’s heart pounded as a cocktail of fear and excitement flooded his body, “Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” affirmed Rhea. Her heart was beating so hard that she thought Remy could hear it.
And with that, they made a beeline for the gate, driven by pure adrenaline. They slipped through its steely, black bars and emerged into a wide open courtyard, which was dotted here and there with perfectly-pruned bushes and finely-trimmed trees. Had anyone seen them? they wondered. Were there any Enforcers around? But they hadn’t the time to ponder such questions; they had to keep moving.
Once again, a surge of adrenaline shot through their veins and off they bolted, around the southern side of the Mayor’s house, to the trash pile behind it. As soon as they made it to the pile, they threw themselves against the cool, inner bricks of the walls surrounding it. Their furry chests heaved momentarily as they struggled to catch their breath.
Much to their surprise, the pile didn’t smell nearly as bad as it usually did, and at first they thought this was simply because no one had dropped off any new trash recently—but then they saw the truth: Lying atop the pile and completely covering the prior day’s trash was all of the food the Mayor had apparently thrown out in the last twenty-four hours alone: Whole loaves of carrot bread with just the corners nibbled off, jars of carrot jam that had never been opened, and bunches of carrots with tiny dark spots that had apparently been rejected for no good reason.
What a waste of perfectly good food! thought the bunnies. But one rabbit’s trash was another rabbit’s treasure, and so they immediately began stuffing as much food as they could into their sacks. As soon as the sacks were full, Remy tied them shut and ran them over to the nearest outer wall of the estate, while Rhea kept an eye out for Enforcers. With a couple of heaves, he sent both sacks flying over the wall. They landed on the other side of it with a rustled thump, and he rushed back to his sister’s side.
“Okay, that takes care of the food,” he whispered. “Let’s get out of here.”
Rhea nodded, and together they crept away from the trash pile and to the corner of the Mayor’s house, where its eastern and southern walls met. As they peeked around the corner, they could see the gate through which they’d come. They watched for a few seconds to again make sure that no Enforcers were around, and as soon as they were confident that they were alone, they took off racing along the eastern wall, dashed across the lawn, and reached the gate, all within the span of just a few seconds. As soon as they squeezed back through the bars, they sprinted hard for the nearest neighborhood, never bothering to look back.
As great as the bunnies felt about having escaped the Mayor’s estate unscathed, they knew that they weren’t out of the proverbial woods just yet. It was just about the time of day when the Mayor’s distributors would be going door-to-door, dropping off carrot allotments in the baskets that sat outside of each residence, and although distributors had no authority to make arrests, they could certainly inform the Mayor if they were to see anything unusual while running their routes—such as a pair of bunnies who weren’t at work when they should have been. As concerned as Remy and Rhea were about that possibility, they were far more concerned about being seen by an Enforcer.
Some Enforcers had specific duties assigned to them, such as personally escorting the Mayor or guarding the gate to his estate, while others were assigned to what was called patrol duty, and it was the ones on patrol duty that the bunnies were most afraid of. The only responsibility that such Enforcers had was to walk the streets of Rabylon in search of rabbits that were neglecting their work or doing something illegal, and like all Enforcers, they had authority to make arrests.
Remy and Rhea knew very well that if they were ever to be arrested for anything—even something as seemingly insignificant as arriving back to work a minute or two late—the consequences would be severe. Accordingly, they hurried back to the fields as quickly as possible, stopping only once or twice to hide behind some houses when they saw a distributor making their rounds. Before long, they were back in the fields, where they nonchalantly resumed their work.
For the remainder of the day, the bunnies worked diligently, speaking nothing of their plan. For a good while, they wondered if any of their co-workers suspected them, but after several hours had passed with no one uttering a single word to them, they realized that maybe, just maybe, their plan would actually work.
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