The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 7)
THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ
Please find below the complete seventh 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 7)
Remy and Rhea hadn’t made it much farther into the woods before Rhea suddenly stopped walking.
“Oh, no!” she cried.
Remy stopped beside her, “What’s wrong?”
“I just remembered—we left all of our sacks behind! What are we going to do if we can’t find any food out here?”
Remy stood silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. His sister was right. In the heat of the moment, they had indeed forgotten their sacks, and he was sure that this would be a major problem. The sacks were supposed to have been an insurance policy of sorts against the unknown; they were supposed to have given him and his sister some peace of mind and a sense of security in the big, scary world outside of Rabylon. But now, here they were, he thought, with no sacks and no food, all alone in the middle of the woods, and he began to wonder if leaving their village wasn’t officially the biggest mistake they’d ever made.
Of course, he didn’t voice this concern to his sister. He could see how scared she was, and he didn’t want to make the situation any worse. He struggled to think of the right words to say and was just about to admit defeat when, suddenly, a strange thought popped into his head and immediately spilled out of his mouth, entirely unfiltered.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m sure there’s lots of food out here. And I’m sure if we just stick together, we’ll find it.”
Rhea was stunned, but then so was Remy. He couldn’t believe that such reassuring words had poured out of him so easily and effortlessly, or that they’d come from him at all. It felt to him as though someone had fed him his lines, or as though he’d been reading from some kind of a script. Even so, and despite the fact that none of this made any sense to him, he suddenly felt sure—as sure as he was that the sky was blue and the grass was green—that as long as he and his sister worked together, everything would be okay.
“How can you be so sure?” asked Rhea.
“I don’t know,” said Remy. “I just know that I am. You’ll have to trust me.”
Rhea eyed her brother somewhat suspiciously, “I trusted you earlier about going to the Mayor’s house for more food, and look where that got me.”
“I know, and I’m sorry…but this is different.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “It just feels different. Please, just trust me.”
“Okay…” said Rhea, as she dropped her guard a little, “I’ll trust you…but you’d better be right, otherwise we’ll be nothing but bones by the time the wolves find us.”
And with that, their journey began, with a giant leap of faith into the unknown.
The world outside Rabylon was an enormous place, far bigger than either Remy or Rhea had imagined. After just a single day spent walking, they’d been up and down some grassy hills, across a couple fields, around a swamp or two, and through a variety of meadows, each of which was filled with its own species of plants. One such meadow was made up almost entirely of sage. Its earthy, herbaceous scent had the bunnies thinking immediately of soup, and they couldn’t wait to try it.
“See!” said Remy as he nibbled on the strange plant, “I told you there’d be lots of food out here!”
“I guess you were right,” Rhea said with a smile as she nibbled alongside him.
Their first thought was that sage tasted nothing like carrots and much better than the greens they were used to. But their second thought was that it was also very strong—too strong, in fact, to eat too much of it in one sitting. Although it would undoubtedly improve the taste of their bland, boring soup back home, they weren’t sure that they’d ever want to eat an entire bowl of it alone, no matter how hungry they were. After a couple more bites, they decided to move on and see what else they could find.
The next meadow they found was bursting with what they initially thought was thick, juicy grass, but which turned out to be wild onions. The onions’ slender leaves made their noses tingle and twitch, and at first they were scared to try them, but after summoning some courage, they nibbled off a bit of them. Ultimately, they decided that this plant, too, could make for some very good soup.
Moving on, some of the meadows didn’t contain food suitable for soup, but were instead filled with the most beautiful flowers the bunnies had ever seen: Daisies with white florets and yellow centers, buttercups with shiny, yellow petals, and paintbrushes with lobes that resembled the setting sun. There were so many colors that not even Remy recognized them all. He fervently wished he could bottle up their brilliance and take it with him where he was going, but would have to settle for bottling it up in his belly instead. Accordingly, he and Rhea devoured flower after flower, until they were sure they would pop if they so much as peeked at another petal.
“Wow”, remarked Rhea, “there really is a lot of food out here. I didn’t even know these, whatever they are, existed!”
“Me, neither,” said Remy. “But they sure are good!”
“I can’t believe they were out here this whole time, and we never knew it.”
Just then, Remy thought about their family back in Rabylon and frowned, “It’s too bad we can’t go home and tell Mama and Papa about this.”
“Or Grandpa,” Rhea sighed. “I bet he’d love it out here.”
“Speaking of ‘out here’, we’d better get going,” said Remy. “If we stay in one spot for too long, a fox or an owl could find us.”
“Or the wolves!” added Rhea with a shiver.
And with that, the bunnies continued their trip.
As they made their way through a wooded patch of land, they happened upon what appeared to be the bed of a creek that had long ago dried out. There they found sturdy oak trees that had woven their crooked branches into and around the limbs of other trees and scattered acorns across the forest floor, as well as birch trees with curly, white bark that looked a lot like paper. Rhea longed for a sack to stow some of the bark in, so she could write some poetry on it later, but then she let out a heavy, wistful sigh as she remembered that even if she had a sack, she’d still be missing a pen and ink.
Overhead, an azure blue sky, which was mostly clear, save for a few wispy, white clouds drifting lazily across it, peeked through a canopy of leaves. Black and orange orioles darted in and out of the treetops as gray and white wrens streaked to and fro, and yellow-crowned sparrows franticly hopped from one branch to the next. The songs of warblers, chickadees, and whip-poor-wills inundated the bunnies’ ears from every angle and filled their hearts with a strange sense of serenity.
By late afternoon, Remy and Rhea had reached the edge of a wooded cliff overlooking a shallow valley. They stopped briefly to sniff the cool, damp air and picked up the sweet scent of blackberry brambles and raspberry bushes. Although they’d never eaten berries before, they imagined that whatever they had smelled had to taste at least half as great as it smelled, and so they held out hope that they would locate the source of the delightful aroma in the very near future.
As they hopped down, down, ever downward, toward the bottom of the valley, they moved among thickets of pines, clusters of granite boulders covered in moss, and patches of jade green ferns. As they pushed their way through the trees, some prickly green boughs rubbed against them, spreading a thin layer of sticky sap on one of Remy’s arm and causing some needles to cling to him. Slightly annoyed, he picked off the needles and cast them aside as he and his sister forged ahead. Soon the two neared the valley floor and their ears perked up at the familiar sound of some light whooshing and muted gurgles. A creek! they thought, and just in the nick of time, as they were beginning to get very thirsty.
Rhea was so excited by the possibility of fresh, clean water that she skittered in front of her brother. She hopped over some huge clusters of ferns, up and over a few small rocks, and through some branches that blocked her path before emerging onto a muddy riverbank. Remy chased after her as fast as he could. When he caught up to her, he found her unmoving and staring straight ahead, unblinking, as if she were in some sort of trance. Immediately his gaze was drawn skyward, and that’s when he saw it: The big, green hill that separated him and his sister from the carrot paradise was only a mile or two away, jutting above the tree tops like the sun’s personal step stool.
He would have taken off running for it immediately, had it not been for one very large problem: Before him stretched an impassably wide river with no end in sight—and immediately he knew what had so mesmerized his sister.
“This creek is so much bigger than the one back home…we’ll never get across it…” Rhea’s voice seemed to drift away with the river.
Remy was at a loss for words. He gazed silently across the watery obstacle, at their destination on the other side of it. So close, he thought, yet so far away…
“Remy!” Rhea cried as she turned suddenly toward her brother, “If we can’t cross, then that means we have to turn around! And I don’t want to go back to Rabylon!”
“Me, neither,” he said. “But I don’t think we could, even if we wanted to.” He set his paws on his hips and stared at the aquatic expanse before them, “There’s got to be some way to get across…we just have to find it.”
With that, the two set off along the riverbank, searching desperately for a place where the river might narrow or for some kind of a bridge. After several minutes spent clogging up their toes with mud and muck and getting no closer to finding a solution to their problem, their thirst began to get the better of them. Soon their mouths dried out and they began to stumble and stagger over the smallest of stones, and they knew that they needed to rest, if only for a minute.
They crouched at the river’s edge and scooped a few pawfuls of cool, clean water into their mouths and gazed wearily at each other. Because they were twins, they didn’t have to say a word to know what each other were thinking, and they could see it in each other’s eyes: Was this it? they thought. Had they come all this way for nothing?
Suddenly, a strange thought popped into Remy’s head.
“You know,” he said, “if we were leaves, we could just float across.”
“But we’re not leaves, Remy,” Rhea sighed, “we’re rabbits.”
Remy immediately felt very dumb for having suggested something so silly, especially at a time like this.
“I know…” he said, as he kicked dejectedly at some pebbles.
“But floating across is a good idea,” said Rhea. “Maybe if we had a basket or something…”
“Yeah,” Remy sighed, “but where would we get one? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
The two had run out of ideas. They glanced at the sky. The sun was starting to set and night would be upon them within an hour.
“I’m too tired to keep walking, and it’s getting dark,” said Rhea. “Maybe we can sleep now, and when we wake up we can think of what to do.”
“Good idea,” said Remy. “We’ll take turns. You sleep first and I’ll keep a look out.”
“Okay,” said Rhea. “Just wake me up in a few hours. Then we’ll switch.”
The bunnies ripped out some tall patches of grass on the river’s edge and laid it down between two nearby boulders. The blades, despite being far too tough and stringy to eat, were perfect for building a bed. Rhea lay down upon them and made herself comfortable as Remy took a seat beside her.
“Goodnight, Remy,” said Rhea.
“Goodnight, Rhea,” said Remy.
Within seconds, Rhea had dozed off and drifted far, far away, to a place that was nothing like Rabylon. In this place, and contrary to what her parents had told her, carrots did grow on trees—and on bushes, too! Even the creek that ran through the dream village was filled with carrots—in fact, its water was carrots! She was so happy that she immediately dove headfirst into the river of orange.
As Remy watched his sister sleep, her furry little feet and puffy little paws kicked and jerked as if she were swimming. Whatever it was she was dreaming about, he thought, it must have been really good! Although he looked forward to having some good dreams of his own, they would have to wait. Out there, on the edge of the water, he knew that bunnies like him and his sister could become easy prey for an opportunistic owl or a ferocious fox, and it was his duty to make sure that that didn’t happen.
Although the stones on either side of him provided some protection, Remy could not afford to relax. He had to stay awake; he had to stay alert—his and his sister’s lives depended upon it. But he was so worn-out and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly keep them open. Each time he closed his eyes, the space between his blinks became shorter and shorter, and he alternated several times between nodding off and snapping awake. Try as he could, he just didn’t have the strength to fight off the black curtain of unconsciousness that was descending upon him.
With one long, slow, final blink, he was asleep.
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