The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 8)
THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ
Please find below the complete eighth 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 8)
“Remy,” whispered Rhea. She shook her brother violently, “Remy!”
Remy was lost inside a dream of his own and didn’t hear a thing his sister said. In the dream, he’d made it to the magical carrot land, and it was even more magical than he’d imagined it would be! His entire family was there and, oddly enough, it was raining. But unlike in Rabylon, it wasn’t raining raindrops; it was raining carrots! He ran around with a bucket, catching as many orange roots as he could and filling the bucket to overflowing. All around him, his family laughed and danced and cried tears of joy—they were literally in paradise! But just as he was about to go find another bucket to fill, everything around him started to shake.
“Remy!” Rhea shook her brother harder, “Wake up! Wake up now!”
Her voice was low and tight and strung thin with urgency. Slowly, Remy swam up out of his dream to find a new day dawning. He was just about to yawn and ask his sister what was going on when, suddenly, his eyes shot open and the fur on his back stood up straight as though he’d been struck by lightning.
“Oh, hello!” said a raspy, hissing voice. “Look what I’ve found!”
Remy sprang onto his feet, but then didn’t dare move another muscle. Only a few feet from him and his sister sat an enormous rattlesnake. Its gray, scaly body was as thick as him and about four times as long. Its back was covered with a series of jagged brown crossbars and a rust-colored streak that ran from its golden, triangular-shaped head to a tan rattle at the end of its pitch black tail.
Though the bunnies had never seen a rattlesnake before, they had seen harmless grass snakes and knew how fast those could move—and this snake looked much faster. Presently, it was too far away to bite them, but the bunnies knew instinctively that the moment they would try to run, it would strike.
“I’m s-s-sorry,” the snake hissed. Its forked, black tongue flicked in and out of its mouth as it tasted the air, “I didn’t mean to s-s-startle you. I just s-s-topped by to s-s-see if I could be of assssisssstanccce.”
Rhea swallowed hard, “We’re not supposed to talk to strangers.”
“Ah,” said the snake, “your parentsss have taught you well. But where are your parentsss now, if you don’t mind me asssking?”
“Uhhh,” Remy spaced as his eyes darted around, searching for an answer. “They’re over there,” he pointed at the nearest patch of trees he could see, “They’re over there, finding some food. They’ll be back in a minute.”
The snake sat still as a statue, its yellowish-gray eyes unblinking, “I s-s-see. And what will you do when they return?” It turned its attention to Rhea.
In the heat of the moment, she couldn’t think of anything clever to say, and so she told the truth, “We’re going to go over that hill behind you, to find some carrots.”
“Ah,” the rattler lifted its pointy head high and burst into grating laughter, “You think there are carrotsss over there, do you?”
The serpent began to slither in a wide, slow circle around the bunnies. Remy and Rhea moved closer to each other, and then twitched and shivered as the snake’s scales brushed against their legs. It took every ounce of courage in their bodies to keep them from trying to run away.
“There are no carrotsss over that hill!” continued the snake. “S-s-silly rabbitsss! S-s-someone has filled your headsss with liesss!”
The circles the rattler traced grew smaller and smaller. The bunnies held each other tighter as the snake crept closer and closer. Suddenly, it thrust its spear-shaped head beside their ears, and they tried hard not to flinch.
“Even if there were carrotsss over that hill,” whispered the serpent, “why travel s-s-so far and work s-s-so hard for them, when I have all the carrotsss you could ever need right down there?” With a quick, buzzing flick of its tail, the snake pointed to a nearby hole in the ground, “You s-s-see, I have carrotsss…many, many carrotsss—easy carrotsss—more carrotsss than you could ever need! And I will gladly s-s-share them with you. All you have to do isss follow me.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Mr. Snake,” said Remy. “We’re not hungry.”
“Oh, yesss, you are,” replied the rattler, “I heard your empty belliesss growling earlier. Now, pleassse…come and enjoy s-s-some of my wonderful, juicy carrotsss.”
The snake’s invitation was starting to sound much more like a demand than a request, and the bunnies were unsure of how to respond. They feared that no matter what they would do, they were destined to become breakfast for the insistent serpent. Sure, they thought, they could try to run away, but the snake had them surrounded. And even if they somehow managed to escape, could they really outrun it? But then, what other option did they have? To follow it into its hole?
Rhea was just about to do the only sensible thing she could think to do and take off running and hope that her brother would follow her when, suddenly, a strange idea popped into her head and gave her pause. She had no idea where this idea had come from and, frankly, it didn’t make much, if any, sense to her at all—but for some strange reason it felt like the best idea she’d had in years, and so she acted on it immediately.
“You know, you’re right, Mr. Snake,” she said. “We would like some carrots.”
Remy panicked silently. He stared at Rhea with wild eyes. Was she crazy? he thought. She wasn’t really going to go into that deep, dark hole with the snake, was she? It would be suicide!
“How many carrots do you have?” Rhea asked the rattler.
“Rhea!” Remy whispered sharply as he nudged his sister hard with his elbow. She ignored him.
“More than you could possssibly eat!” said the snake. “A big, beautiful basssketful!”
Something inside Rhea suddenly clicked, “Wait a minute… Did you say a basketful?”
“Oh, yesss!” The rattler reared back to emphasize its point.
“Rhea!” Remy pleaded as he elbowed his sister harder.
The snake could hardly contain its glee, and Remy was sure his sister had lost her mind.
“So you’re saying you have an actual basket down there?” asked Rhea, as the mysterious ways of her mind suddenly began to make sense to her, “And it’s full of carrots?”
“Yesss, yesss…a grand basssket!” said the snake, “Made with s-s-sturdy cane and the bessst grassss this s-s-side of the river!”
Suddenly, something inside Remy clicked as well, and he realized that it wasn’t carrots his sister was after, but a basket! But just because the snake said it had a basket didn’t mean it actually had one. Sure, he thought, it had been able to describe one, but anyone who’d seen a basket at least one in their life could do that. What if he and Rhea were to go all the way down that hole and find that there was, in fact, no basket? Unfortunately, that was a risk they would have to take because, the way he saw it, they only had two options at this point: Get a basket or die trying.
Rhea looked at Remy and mouthed “Trust me”, and he nodded. She’d put her faith in one of his strange ideas earlier, and now it was his turn to put his faith in one of hers.
“Okay,” said Rhea to the snake, “we’ll come see your carrots.”
“Excccellent!” said the spritely serpent. “Now, pleassse, little bunniesss…follow me…”
The snake turned and began to slither its way into its hole.
“Rhea…I’m scared,” whispered Remy.
“Me, too, Remy,” whispered Rhea.
Though they knew what they needed to do, they had no idea what to expect once they were inside the hole, and this frightened them more than all of the Enforcers and the Mayor combined.
Remy took his sister by the paw, “In case we don’t make it out alive, I just want you to know I love you, and you’re the best sister I ever could’ve had.”
“I love you, too,” Rhea squeezed him back, “and you’re the best brother I ever could’ve had.”
And with that, the two took a pair of deep, reluctant breaths and followed the tip of the snake’s terrible, trembling tail into the darkness, trembling all the way after it.
The snake led Remy and Rhea through a tunnel that went straight down for a few feet before branching out into two new paths. The tunnels were quite a lot taller and wider than they needed to be for a snake, and snakes, as far as the bunnies knew, didn’t burrow. So how was it, the bunnies wondered, that the snake had dug these tunnels? And why had it made them so big? As the snake took a path to the right, the bunnies realized that if they didn’t pay attention to where they were going, they would get lost.
“Stay close,” whispered Rhea. “We can’t get separated.”
Remy shuddered to think what would happen if he and his sister were to actually get lost. In that dark, foreboding, underground maze, they would surely be no match for a snake which undoubtedly had the ins and outs of its lair memorized.
Soon, the last of the light from the tunnel entrance faded and the bunnies were engulfed in near total darkness. They waited for the same fear they’d felt when the Enforcers had caught them earlier to rear its ugly head, but then, quite surprisingly, they felt comfortable instead. How odd, they thought—it was almost as if they’d been in this tunnel before, though they knew they never had.
The tunnel had grown sufficiently dark that Remy and Rhea could no longer depend primarily on their eyesight for navigation. Much to their relief, however, they found that a heightened sense of both smell and hearing, and an increased sensitivity to vibrations in their whiskers, enabled them to “see” where they were going without actually seeing much at all.
Although the tunnel was relatively free of obstacles, it featured an occasional root poking out of its walls here or a small stone on its floor there, and it wasn’t long before Rhea stepped on such a stone. As she did, she twisted one of her ankles, and she was just about to let out a yelp, but then pursed her lips and held it inside as hard as she could instead. The last thing she wanted was for the snake to believe she was injured, because then it might forgo the altruistic front it had been putting on up to this point and strike her where she stood.
Remy, having seen what had happened to his sister, gave Rhea a concerned look. She grimaced at him as she jiggled her leg a little and swiveled her foot, trying to shake off the pain. Then she continued walking. This assured Remy that she’d be okay, and he was just about to follow her when, suddenly, he had the strangest feeling that he needed to stop and pick up the stone she’d just tripped on.
Remy knew that a rock could be used as a weapon, but really, he thought, what good would such a small stone do against such an enormous snake? Still, picking up the stone felt like the right thing to do, and so he stooped down, felt around in the dark until he found it, and scooped it into his paw. As he clung tightly to it, its weight felt reassuring to him, though he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with it. And then, quite unexpectedly, he got the overwhelming sense that everything would be okay. Hurriedly, he chased after his sister.
Soon the tunnel opened up into a cavernous space that was much taller and wider than the rest of the tunnel system. The bunnies had finally arrived at the snake’s den. They stopped at its entrance and cautiously peered inside. A few narrow streaks of sunlight trickled into the space through several hairline cracks in the earth above, casting a faint, ghostly glow upon the snake as it wrapped itself around a mysterious object in the center of the den.
Could it be? thought the bunnies as their eyes adjusted to the darkness, could it really be? And it was!
A basket! A big, beautiful, woven basket!
But then they noticed something strange: The basket appeared to be sitting on a bed of some sort.
“Rhea,” whispered Remy, “do you see that?”
“Yeah,” whispered Rhea, “what is it?”
“It kind of looks like…” Remy strained to focus his eyes, “…grass? And something else, too… Something white…”
It suddenly hit Rhea what she was looking at, “Remy,” she gasped, “the white is fur…wild rabbit fur! We’re inside a warren, and that is a nest!”
Wild rabbits, unlike their more civilized counterparts in Rabylon, and like Remy and Rhea’s ancestors hundreds of years earlier, did not live in houses made of stone and wood, but rather groups of underground burrows known as warrens. Suddenly it made perfect sense to the bunnies why the tunnels were so large and why they’d felt so comfortable navigating them: They hadn’t been dug by the snake at all, but by rabbits.
As the serpent wound itself tighter and tighter around the basket, the bunnies couldn’t tell if there were any carrots inside of it or not. If there were, they reckoned, they certainly didn’t constitute a “basketful” or anything close to it, as not a single orange root or leafy green top could be observed. But no matter, the bunnies thought—it wasn’t breakfast they were after, but the basket itself, and an empty basket could actually be a blessing in disguise as it would be much easier to carry than a full one.
“We have to move fast,” whispered Remy as he hid his stone behind his back. “I’ll distract him. Then, when he chases me, you grab the basket and we’ll make a run for it.”
“Come, come, little bunniesss,” invited the snake, oblivious to the plotting of its prey, “come get your carrotsss.”
“Prove you’re not lying,” demanded Remy, attempting to draw attention away from his sister. “Show us one carrot. Then we’ll come over.”
As he spoke, the snake turned its full attention to him, and Rhea took a half step forward. Her eyes measured the distance between her body and the basket. Then her legs tensed and her haunches gathered beneath her belly as she became a tightly-coiled, furry little spring.
“S-s-silly bunny!” the rattler laughed, “I haven’t any armsss with which to do s-s-so. You mussst come clossser to s-s-see for yourssself.”
Without warning, Rhea leapt forward with a long, low hop. She knew that if she went too high, she would hit her head on the roof of the burrow and knock herself unconscious, and that if she went too low, she would land right in the rattler’s lap, so she had to be perfect. She soared through the den, over the coils of the snake, and landed dead center in the middle of the basket. Not surprisingly, it didn’t contain a single carrot!
The snake swiftly turned away from Remy and toward Rhea, and it was clearly not amused by whatever silly game it imagined her to be playing. A glint of anger flashed across its eyes and its dreadful tail began to quiver, filling the den with an ominous buzz. Slowly, it raised its head over the edge of the basket and locked its sights on Rhea. Its body formed a sinister curve as it prepared to strike.
Rhea crouched low, shaking so hard her whiskers vibrated. Her brain screamed at her to run and flooded her body with fear, but her gut told her to wait. And so she waited, with bated breath, for what felt like an eternity. And then the snake struck, like a bolt of lightning shot from a cloud, its head plunging through the darkness and its mouth open wide! Without thinking, Rhea sprang into the air, narrowly avoiding the serpent’s venom-filled fangs and landing at the edge of the basket.
The rattler, flexible as it was, could not reach Rhea where she was, and so it shifted its weight and repositioned itself, preparing to strike once more. As soon as it was able, it attacked again! And again, Rhea leapt up and over its head and landed where she couldn’t be reached. The rattler grew increasingly frustrated as it repositioned itself for a second time, its tail flicking angrily this way and that, and Rhea began to panic. She couldn’t keep this up forever—she needed help, and she needed it now!
“Remy!” she cried.
The snake reared back. Its forked tongue flicked left, then right, and then left again. Its broad, flat head wavered and bobbed as its evil, elliptical eyes drilled a hole deep into Rhea’s heart. And then it went still…so very, very still. Rhea crouched, keeping her eyes trained on it. The snake had her right where it wanted her, and she knew it.
“Remy!” Rhea sobbed.
The snake’s mouth opened wide, revealing a pair of ghastly, curved fangs dripping with poison. Rhea tensed up every muscle in her body and prepared for the worst as the fleshy, pink abyss of the serpent’s throat threatened to swallow her whole.
Then, out the corner of her eye, she saw a furry flash pop up behind the snake.
Could it be? she thought. And it was!
It was Remy!
He raised the stone he’d picked up earlier and slammed it into the serpent’s mouth, wedging it firmly between its terrible teeth. Immediately, the snake found itself incapable of biting and flew into a fit of rage. Its eyes became ablaze with a fiery hatred as it thrashed about wildly in a desperate attempt to dislodge the stone.
This was it! the bunnies thought. It was their chance to escape!
“Run!” shouted Remy. He could barely hear himself over the sound of the serpent’s rattle.
Rhea hopped out of the basket as the snake whipped its head around, banging it against the sides of the den and scattering dirt in every direction. The long coils of its body rippled and roiled like a lake in a storm, tripping Remy several times, but never keeping him down for more than a second or two. Rhea ducked and dodged as she tried to grab a hold of the basket. Finally, after a few failed snatches, she got one of her paws around the lip of it and turned toward Remy.
“I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” she yelled, “Run!”
She bolted toward the den’s entrance, basket in tow, and Remy took off after her. Had Remy been alone, he would have dropped onto all fours for the sake of speed, but because Rhea had to carry the basket she had to run upright, and so he ran upright right alongside her, because he’d never leave his sister behind. Together, they dashed into the nearest tunnel, hoping against hope that they’d picked the right one. Behind them, they heard a loud, choking cough followed by a deep gasp. The snake had given up on spitting out the stone and opted to swallow it instead.
“Hurry!” said Rhea.
The bunnies ran as fast as their furry feet could carry them, until they reached a fork in the tunnel and were forced to stop.
“Which way do we go?” Remy panicked, “Which way do we go?” He looked left, then right, then left, and then right again. He could hear the snake barreling into the tunnel behind them.
“Just pick one!” screamed Rhea.
Remy plunged into the tunnel to their left and Rhea plunged in after him. The snake was right on their heels. As soon as it was close enough to strike, it did, and all Rhea could do was hop and hope it would miss. And miss, fortunately, it did, but only by a hair, its fangs glancing off of the basket and leaving a glistening trail of toxins dripping down its side.
Soon, a light at the end of the tunnel came into view. The bunnies sprinted for it as hard as they could. As soon as they reached it, they burst up out of the darkness and into the light and hit the ground running, stretching their legs into long, soaring strides as they streaked down the riverbank. Still the serpent gave chase. The bunnies’ hearts raced a mile a minute as the morning air lighted their lungs ablaze. Seeing the river stretched alongside them, shimmering in the sunlight, Rhea quickly realized that their only hope was to make it to the safety of the water.
“Remy!” she shouted. “The water! Follow me!”
In mid-stride, Rhea tossed the basket as hard as she could at the river ahead of her. It landed several feet from the shore with a splash. Then, with one giant leap, she cleared the riverbank and aimed for the basket, followed by Remy. The bunnies soared through the air and miraculously hit their mark, landing squarely inside the basket and sending ripples cascading in every direction. Immediately, they began to drift away from dry land, and not a moment too soon, as the snake had just reached the river’s edge.
“You wretched rodentsss!” Its enraged screams caused some birds in a nearby tree to take flight and scatter. “You will live to regret thisss!”
Remy and Rhea breathed huge sighs of relief as the basket floated downstream and the snake grew smaller and smaller behind them. Soon they turned away from the sound of its buzzing, writhing anger and toward each other.
“You saved me!” Rhea cried, as she threw her arms around her brother.
Her embrace felt warm and cozy to Remy and reminded him of home.
“No,” he said, “we saved each other.”
Just then, he felt an icy wetness around his feet. He and Rhea looked down and gasped. The basket was leaking! They were going to drown!
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