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The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 5)

The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 5)



The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You've Never Read (Chapter 5)

THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ

Please find below the complete fifth 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.

(PLEASE NOTE: This book is copyrighted by Cory Groshek and all rights with regards to it are reserved. Accordingly, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise (except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews) without written permission of the publisher (Manifestation Machine). For information regarding permission, write to: Manifestation Machine, Attention: Permissions Department, 300 Packerland Dr # 13464, Green Bay, WI 54307.)

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.

Enjoy!

BREAKING AWAY: BOOK ONE OF THE RABYLON SERIES (Chapter 5)

That night around the dinner table, Remy and Rhea stayed mostly quiet and only spoke when spoken to. They answered questions about their day, politely passed their thin soup around, and ate every spoonful without complaint. Papa Harvey remarked at the drastic improvement he perceived in their behavior and Mama Hazel was positively delighted by the same. Grandfather Otis, as usual, kept his head down and said next to nothing.

After excusing themselves from the table, the bunnies climbed to the loft, where Remy immediately slid aside some of the shingles overhead to let in a little light. Over the course of the next hour or so, he and Rhea plotted and planned, schemed and dreamed, and covered over each and every detail of their plan. As soon as they were sure that the rest of their family was asleep, they made their way to the far side of the room, to the old, wooden chest smothered in dust. How long had it been since they’d last opened it? they wondered—a year or two, maybe even three?

Remy wiped away some of the dust from the lid of the chest, revealing a small, metal emblem in the shape of a rose just above its single golden latch. The bunnies stared at the flower for a moment, unsure of what to make of it. They were sure it had been there the entire time the chest had been in the loft, but they’d never given much, if any, thought to what it meant—assuming it meant anything at all. Remy shrugged at his sister and she reached for the latch and flipped it open. The two glanced at each other and then together hoisted the lid. It let out a quiet groan as it sent a small plume of dust drifting through the air. Remy and Rhea coughed and scrunched up their noses as they waved away the dirty haze.

As the dust settled, the contents of the chest became clear: Countless sheets of paper—some blank and some not—a pair of dip pens, an array of paint brushes, and multiple glass jars filled with jet black ink and various colors of paint. The bunnies stood silent for a moment as bittersweet memories of days gone by began rushing through their minds—days of poetry, days of painting, days of freedom—the kind of days they hoped they would soon be able to enjoy again.

Together they gathered a single sheet of paper, a pen, and some ink from the chest, gently shut its lid, and wandered to their book shelf, which was the closest thing they’d ever had to a desk. Remy set the paper and the ink atop the shelf and Rhea unscrewed the jar and dipped the tip of the pen into it, then shook the tip gently over the jar to remove any excess ink. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, Remy began to dictate a letter as Rhea wrote:

 

Dear Mama and Papa (and Grandpa),

We love you very much. But we know there is something better out there somewhere. We have gone to find it. We will miss you very, very much.

Love,

Remy & Rhea

 

By the time they’d finished the letter, they were struggling with all of their might to hold back tears. Despite having lost their love for their village, they still loved their family very much, and they fervently wished that they didn’t have to run away. But what other choice did they have? they thought. While they didn’t know what they would find if they left Rabylon, they knew exactly what they would get if they stayed, which was the same thing they’d always gotten in exchange for their hard work: Nothing. And nothing?—well, that was something they were no longer willing to accept.

“Hey, Rhea?” said Remy.

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking…do you think we need more food? Like maybe we should go back and get some more? I know it’s late and everything, but—”

“Oh, I don’t know, Remy… I think two sacks are enough, and we’re lucky we didn’t get caught last time. Plus, it’s really dark outside now…”

“But what if two sacks aren’t enough? What if we get out there and we run out of food? You heard what Papa said. ‘Carrots do not grow on trees’…”

Rhea fidgeted. Her gut, which told her that this wasn’t such a great idea, became engaged in a tug-of-war with her brain, which reckoned that Remy was right.

“It doesn’t have to be a lot,” Remy assured her. “Maybe just one more sack-full.”

“Okay…” said Rhea hesitantly, “I just hope this doesn’t turn out to be a really bad idea.”

 

With the folded letter in Rhea’s paw, the bunnies crept down the ladder and into the dining area, careful not to wake their family. They set the letter on the kitchen table and turned to look at their grandfather. As before, he was curled up in the corner and looking as peaceful as ever. Knowing they would miss him dearly, they thought briefly about waking him to tell him goodbye, but then thought better of it. Then they snuck into the kitchen and found another old, worn-out sack. They felt a little guilty for taking it, as they weren’t sure if their family would need it or not, but they figured that there must have been more sacks lying around somewhere, so their family would probably be okay.

“Come on,” whispered Rhea. “Let’s go.”

The bunnies couldn’t exit the house through the front door, as it was simply too creaky and would surely wake their family if they tried to open it, so they crept back up to the loft instead. There, Remy nudged the shingles overhead over a little farther, creating an opening large enough for him and Rhea to climb through. Rhea then slid the bookshelf beneath the opening and she and Remy climbed atop it. They tossed their sack through the opening and then took turns leaping, grabbing a hold of the roof, and pulling themselves onto it.  Careful not to lose his balance, Remy slid the shingles near his feet back into place and then turned his attention to how he and his sister were going to reach the ground.

The roof was very steep, so rather than stand up, which would have been very dangerous to do, the bunnies scooched slowly on their bottoms, feet first and with their sack in tow, until they reached its edge. It was several feet from the roof to the ground but, fortunately, a tall oak tree grew alongside the house, and they figured they could use it to climb down. Unfortunately, however, the tree was just a little too far away for them to reach it with their paws, so they would have to jump for it.

They tossed their sack onto the ground at the foot of the tree and slowly rose to their feet, clinging to each other for balance. Then Remy steadied himself, took a deep breath, and leapt, aiming for the spot closest to the trunk on the thickest branch he could see. At first, it appeared he had made his landing, but then he began to wobble and it looked as though he would surely fall. Rhea panicked silently for a moment, but then, thankfully, Remy was able to grab a hold of the trunk. He silently mouthed “That was close!” to his sister and then waved at her to follow. Rhea then steadied herself, took a deep breath of her own and leapt, landing beside her brother and gripping him tightly for support. Together, they descended the tree, retrieved their sack, and immediately took off for the Mayor’s estate.

As the bunnies crept quietly through the village, they did so in near total darkness. None of the homes in Rabylon, save for the Mayor’s, had any sort of outdoor lighting, torches or otherwise, and for perfectly good reason, according to the Mayor: Villagers were not allowed outside their home after dark, unless in the event of an emergency, due in large part to how unsafe the dark was, and therefore they did not need outdoor lighting. The dark, he would say, was where the terrible beasts of the forest lurked, lying in wait for defenseless rabbits to come close enough that they could snatch them up and devour them, and so it was simply best if rabbits stayed inside their homes at night—for their own safety, of course. And that, as he’d always been keen to point out, went for the Enforcers, too. As big and strong and tough as they were, they were still no match for a wolf, and so he required them to stay within the confines of his estate each night.

This was good for Remy and Rhea because it meant that no Enforcers would stop them on their way to the Mayor’s, but it was also bad for them, because it virtually guaranteed that not one, not two, but all four of the Enforcers would be somewhere inside the Mayor’s estate on this evening. But where would they be exactly? the bunnies wondered. Would they all be inside the Mayor’s house? Or would they be outside, patrolling the estate’s grounds? Or maybe half would be inside and half would be outside? There was simply no way to know, and this had the bunnies very nervous.

As Remy and Rhea reached the nearest home they could find to the Mayor’s, they took refuge behind a tall oak tree. They slowly poked their heads around it to see what they could see, and what they saw left them awestruck.

All of the torches hung upon the outer walls of the Mayor’s house were ablaze, illuminating its enormous front door and casting a fiery glow upon each and every stone in its cobblestone courtyard. The flickers of the flames danced upon everything they touched, creating a spectacle the likes of which the bunnies had never seen and would probably never see again. Clearly, had the flames been rabbits, they would have been thrown in jail for such an exuberant performance, but, alas, they were not of flesh and fur but rather of fire, and as such, they could get away with it.

When Remy and Rhea’s amazement wore off, they turned their attention to the estate’s gate. They observed as the glow of the torches bounced off of its black bars and watched intently for any sign of Enforcers. Suddenly, it hit them just how dangerous what they were about to do really was, and secretly, they began to have doubts about their plan. Had it in fact been, as Rhea had put it, a “bad idea” for them to return?

Their guts told them to forget the extra food—and to just leave Rabylon with the two sacks they’d already filled—but their brains told them that it was too late to turn back now and that they needed the extra food to be safe. They were torn. Should they trust their guts? Or should they trust their brains, which had been where every great idea they’d ever had had come from? For better or worse, they decided to go with their brains.

As soon as it was apparent that no Enforcers were present, the bunnies sprinted to a spot on the outside of the wall surrounding the estate, just to the left of the gate. They peeked around the corner of the wall, sniffed the air, and picked up the scent of freshly cut grass. Then they swiveled their ears to listen for anything unusual, first to the left, then to the right, and back to the left. They saw nothing and heard nothing, except for a few dry leaves skirting across the courtyard. With nothing left to fear but fear itself, they made their move. Their hearts raced a mile a minute as they squeezed through the gate’s cold, metal bars and streaked for the trash pile. As they ran, the light of the torches hit their bodies, casting long shadows behind them that clung to their heels.

As before, they were quite winded by the time they reached the pile’s brick enclosure, but they had no time to catch their breath. Knowing that every second they spent on the Mayor’s property made it increasingly likely that they’d be caught, they hurriedly began to stuff their sack with as many jars as they could. It was so dark that they could barely make out the contents of what they were grabbing, but they hadn’t the time to worry about that, either. As soon as the sack was full, Rhea did as she had done earlier and kept an eye out for Enforcers while Remy ran to throw the sack over the nearest wall.

But then, snap!

The sound shattered the silence.

Oh no! thought the bunnies—Remy must have stepped on a twig or something! Their hearts pummeled their chests as they stared at each other with wild eyes. Should they run? they thought. Should they hide? But it was too late to do either as a large shadow popped up behind them.

“Halt!” a thunderous voice rang out, “You there! Stop!”

It was an Enforcer!

The bunnies panicked and dropped their sacks. They tried to scurry back toward the gate, but their path was blocked by a second Enforcer who quickly leapt in front of them. They spun on their heels and tried another angle, but then another two Enforcers stepped out from behind some nearby shrubs, cutting off any chance they had of escape.

Remy and Rhea backed up against the nearest wall as the guards closed in on them. With nowhere left to run and nowhere to hide, they were caught.

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If you like what you’ve read here today, please be aware that Breaking Away: Book One of the Rabylon Series by Cory Groshek is also available in the following formats:

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