The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 6)
THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ
Please find below the complete sixth 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 6)
Usually, when a criminal was caught in Rabylon, the bells in a tower atop the Mayor’s house were rung and all of the villagers were required to stop whatever it was they were doing and line up on the streets. And usually, the Mayor would then have the criminal paraded up and down every dusty road in the village, sometimes more than once, to ensure that everyone knew exactly who the scum of their society was. But there was nothing usual about the arrest of Remy and Rhea, as it had occurred while most of Rabylon slept. As such, it would need to be handled in quite an unusual manner.
As sure as the Enforcers were that their boss would be happy to see what a stupendous job they had done in securing his compound, they were also quite certain that he would not be happy to be woken in the middle of the night. As they knew, or at least as they were told, the Mayor did not get to be as handsome as he was by way of long days and sleepless nights, but by regularly-scheduled naps and nightly beauty rest. That being the case, the Enforcers decided it would be best to throw the bunnies in jail for the night and retrieve them in the morning.
With the aid of some torches, the Enforcers led Remy and Rhea to the rear of the Mayor’s house, through an arched doorway just north of the trash pile, and down several flights of spiraled, stone stairs. The stairs reeked of wet earth and felt ice cold against the bottoms of the bunnies’ feet. Soon they reached their destination: A dark, dank, and lonely cell with walls of stone, an earthen floor, and a rusty metal gate intended to keep criminals inside of it.
There was nothing inside the cell: No bed, no blankets, no food, and no water, save for some dirty liquid dripping from the stone ceiling. Jail was every bit as scary as the bunnies had imagined it would be, and just when they thought it couldn’t get any scarier, the Enforcers shoved them inside the cell, slammed the gate shut with a terrible clang, locked it with the twist of a key, and began to walk away, taking their torches with them.
“Have a good night!” mocked one of the Enforcers.
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite!” snickered another.
The Enforcers’ laughter reverberated off of every wall, petering out as they made their way back up the stairs, and the glow of their torches grew dimmer and dimmer, until every inch of the jail was consumed by darkness. Suddenly, the bunnies were all alone in that dark, dank, and lonely place and, as impossible as it may have seemed just hours earlier, they now found themselves even further from freedom than they’d been in the fields. They took a hold of each other’s paws and squeezed tightly. How could it be, they thought, that chasing their dreams had led them to their worst nightmare?
At the crack of dawn, Remy and Rhea were awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps and loud guffawing. They’d barely slept a wink after having spent the last several hours struggling to stay warm on the cold, hard ground, and now two of the Enforcers were back to turn what had been an already terrible night into an even worse morning.
“Rise and shine!” joked one of the Enforcers.
“We hope our guests have enjoyed their stay at Château de la Cottonsworth!” laughed another as he unlocked the cell.
The bunnies knew better than to say a word.
“Now, on your feet!” barked the first Enforcer. “It’s time to take a walk.”
And with that, the Enforcers grabbed the bunnies by their arms and yanked them to their feet, extracted them from their cell, and hauled them up the stairs, into the blinding sunlight.
The Mayor was ecstatic. He’d thrown back his silk sheets and nearly leapt out of bed—a rather impressive feat for a fellow his size—when he’d been informed as to the prior night’s events. It wasn’t every day that he got to oversee an execution and, in fact, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d had a good excuse to perform one. And to think of it! He didn’t get to perform just one on this day, but two! Oh, the joy! he thought. What a momentous occasion! Perhaps when he was finished making an example of his pitiful prisoners he would throw a party. Oh yes, yes, yes!—he wriggled with excitement—with juice and cake enough for the entire village! Of course, he wouldn’t actually be sharing any of the juice or cake with anyone—that would be preposterous! After all, if it wasn’t for him, there wouldn’t even be carrots to make juice and cake with!
He threw on his fanciest red robe, groomed himself quickly in a tall, golden mirror hanging on the wall across from the foot of his bed, and hurried into the hallway outside his bedroom.
“Guard!” he yelled. His voice bounced around between the polished, caramel-colored marble flooring and the cherry wood walls surrounding him.
A single Enforcer emerged from an enormous space at the end of the hallway ahead of him, “Yes, sir,” saluted the Enforcer as he snapped to attention, “my Hero and Savior, sir!”
“Prepare the palanquin! We have traitors to attend to.”
“Do you think Mama and Papa will see us?” whispered Rhea. She tripped over her feet as the Enforcers pulled her and Remy toward the gate to the Mayor’s estate.
“Of course they will,” said Remy. “Everyone will.”
“Grandpa, too,” sighed Remy as they finally reached the gate, which had been opened in anticipation of the Mayor’s arrival.
“You two! Shut up!” admonished one of the Enforcers as the guards jerked the bunnies’ arms, “Our Hero and Savior will speak now.”
The Mayor was already standing in the open gateway, accompanied by his sneering, personal bodyguard. He looked the bunnies over from head to toe with disgust and then swept his eyes across the neighborhoods before him. Every street was packed, just as he’d expected them to be, with rabbits of every age, from baby bunnies cradled in their mothers’ arms to elderly rabbits standing with the assistance of wooden walking sticks. He cleared his throat and began his pronouncement.
“My fellow Rabylonians…” he paused for effect and then cut right to the chase, “we have thieves amongst us!”
The crowd gasped as he made a sweeping gesture toward Remy and Rhea. Theft was a very rare occurrence in the village, and the crowd was quite taken aback at this startling news.
“Late last night, as your families slept,” the Mayor continued, “these depraved bunnies saw fit to sneak onto my property to steal food—food that belonged to all of Rabylon…food they did not earn…food that they took out the mouths and off the tables of each and every one of us!”
The audience jeered and booed as its members’ faces twisted into scowls.
“Punish them!” shouted someone from the crowd.
“Show no mercy!” yelled another.
The Mayor egged the crowd on, “Did they ever stop to think of our poor, defenseless, newborn bunnies when they did this?” He wagged a finger and shook his head, “Oh, no, no, no…”
A tsunami of “No!”s rose from the crowd as it voiced its agreement with him.
“And what about our honorable and esteemed elders who have worked so long and hard to make this village what it is today? Did these morally-bankrupt bunnies think of them in the least when they did this evil deed?” He made a swift slashing motion across his chest, “Most definitely not!”
A second wave of “No!”s crashed against the Mayor, who quickly made a pressing-down motion with his paws, directing his onlookers to quiet themselves.
“Now,” he went on, “as if the act of stealing from us all were not bad enough, what these two stole was not just any food, but diseased food!”
Disturbed murmuring broke out amongst the masses.
“Yes, yes,” said the Mayor, “diseased food indeed! The worst of its kind! Covered in mold and drowning in flies! Imagine what would have happened had they actually eaten some of it!”
Concerned chatter spread throughout the bewildered mob.
“Why, if it hadn’t been for the action of my heroic Enforcers who quickly apprehended these vile creatures, they could have spread sickness throughout the entire village! All it would have taken was a sniffle here or a sneeze there and they would have been the death of us all!”
The crowd’s concern quickly gave way to anger.
“Execute them now!” shouted someone from one street.
“Off with their heads!” yelled someone from another.
Remy and Rhea began to tremble. Meanwhile, the Mayor appeared stoic, while inside he was grinning from ear to ear as he bathed in the bloodlust of the increasingly barbaric hordes.
“Rest assured,” he said calmly, “that these criminals will be punished appropriately and in accordance with well-established Rabylonian law. But before we punish, let us march them through the streets, so that they may feel the shame they’ve brought upon themselves by way of their wickedness!”
The crowd cheered as the Mayor climbed aboard his palanquin and was hoisted into the air for the start of the parade. Villagers began to pick up small stones and any pieces of trash they could find lying in the streets just as Remy and Rhea’s guards shoved the bunnies into position ahead of the Mayor. The Enforcers then turned to their Hero and Savior for approval, which he immediately provided them in the form of a nod. And with that, the march began. The crowd began immediately to pelt the bunnies with projectiles. Many of their rocks bounced harmlessly off of the Enforcers, but some hit their mark, striking Remy and Rhea. The bunnies held up their paws to protect their faces as their unconcerned guards dragged them along.
As painful as it was to be struck by stones, Remy and Rhea knew that it would hurt far worse to see the looks on their parents’ faces as they’d make their way past their house. For all they knew, their parents hadn’t even had a chance to read their letter before they’d been awakened by an Enforcer pounding on their front door, demanding that they take their positions outside. For all they knew, their parents had yelled at the loft for them to come downstairs, having had no idea that it was their bunnies that were to be paraded, only to have realized the terrible truth moments later when their calls went unanswered.
As Remy and Rhea neared their home, the pain they had caused their family turned out to be far worse than they ever could have imagined. Mama Hazel stood sobbing as she clutched their tear-soaked letter to her breast. Papa Harvey stood to her left, his facial expression betraying a mixture of both anger and pain, and Grandfather Otis stood to her right, his quivering fingers covering his lips as he tried hard not to cry.
“I’m sorry,” murmured Remy as he trudged past, his head hung low in shame.
“I’m sorry, too,” said Rhea. But the raucous crowd was just too loud, and both of their voices faded into the auditory abyss.
The bunnies were just about to accept their fate when, suddenly, they caught Grandfather Otis out the corners of their eyes. Although his face was stricken with sadness, they could have sworn they saw him wink. How strange! they thought. They then watched, perplexed, as he turned and pushed his way through the crowd in their direction. As he drew near them, he popped out in front of the crowd and then stopped and stood on his toes. Clutching his head, he wobbled and stumbled and moaned a bit and then fainted!
As he fell, he threw the full, dead weight of his body into Remy’s guard. The Enforcer, who’d never had such a thing happen to him before, was caught completely off-guard, lost his balance, and slammed into Rhea’s guard, sending them both careening to the ground with a pair of loud grunts.
This was it! thought the bunnies. It was their chance to escape! Remy twisted free of his guard and Rhea tugged herself away from hers, and immediately they turned and ran. Behind them, Grandfather Otis rolled around in the street, groaning and waving his arms as if he were dying of some terrible disease. The Mayor watched helplessly from atop his plush, fluffy seat, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he struggled to process what was happening, while his personal bodyguard, who was not allowed to leave the Mayor’s side, stood itching to give chase to the bunnies. When the fallen Enforcers tried to stand and give chase themselves, they tripped over and became entangled in Grandfather Otis’s legs, growing increasingly frustrated as they fell again and again and again.
“Don’t just stand there!” the Mayor screamed at every rabbit within earshot of him, “Stop them!”
The hostile crowd obeyed their Hero and Savior’s command and immediately began grabbing and snatching at Remy and Rhea, scratching their legs and ripping away tufts of their fur, but the bunnies just kept running. They ducked and dodged and bobbed and weaved, narrowly avoiding capture by the angry mob, and headed straight for the nearest patch of forest they could see. Soon, with a few frantic hops and one long, final leap, they broke free of their pursuers, dropped onto all fours, and dove into a cluster of bushes, completely disregarding a sign that read “Warning! Wolves Ahead”.
The chase was on. The sound of snapping twigs, rustling leaves, and the muffled shouts of the Enforcers shadowed the bunnies as they drove farther and farther into the thick underbrush. Remy and Rhea had never been in the woods before, except for the few times they’d helped their parents collect firewood in the fall, and they really had no idea where they were going. Still, they couldn’t afford to slow down or stop, because they knew that if they were caught, they’d be dragged right back to Rabylon and executed immediately.
The deeper they fled into the forest, the darker and darker it became. The trees crowded thick around them as branches and vines tripped up their legs and thorns tore at their ears. Gopher holes threatened to swallow them whole and tangles of brambles blocked their path, but still they plunged ahead. Even after putting a full mile between them and their pursuers, they kept running, until the burn of a thousand wildfires filled their lungs. Soon, the only thing they could hear was the sound of their feet crunching against the forest floor and their paws swiping away the foliage from their faces.
“Remy, Remy!” Rhea gasped, “We have to stop!”
“Okay, okay!” Remy panted, “We’ll stop, we’ll stop.”
The bunnies slowed themselves to a snail’s pace and scanned the surrounding area for a safe place to hide. They quickly settled on a hollow log lying on the forest floor and wriggled as far inside of it as they could. Its interior had crumbled in quite a few spots and its tiny bits and pieces made for a soft cushion.
“Tell me when you’re ready to go again,” said Remy. “I don’t think we’re safe yet.”
“I don’t know,” said Rhea. “We’re pretty far away. I don’t think the Enforcers will come this far.”
Just then, they heard a terrible sound that was far more frightening than the voice of any Enforcer they’d ever heard. It was a long, haunting cry that carried across the treetops, made every inch of their fur stand on end, and took away whatever breath they had managed to catch.
“Wolves!” cried Rhea. She and Remy hunkered down and quivered.
The bunnies had never seen a real wolf, but what they’d heard about them was more than enough to scare the tail off even the bravest of rabbits. Wolves, they’d been told, were like foxes grown large, very large, with paws as big as soup bowls and fang-filled mouths that could swallow a rabbit whole.
“If they find us, they’ll eat us!” said Rhea.
Remy wriggled to the end of the log and peered out. He strained to make out the shape of any creatures that could be lurking between the trees, but saw nothing. He swiveled his ears this way and that, searching for any sounds of a nearby wolf, but all he could hear was the faint crooning of frogs in the distance and the shrill droning of some cicadas.
“Come on,” he waved for Rhea to follow him. “We have to keep moving, so we can find the magical carrot land before something else finds us.”
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