The Best Law of Attraction Book for Children You’ve Never Read (Chapter 9)
THE BEST LAW OF ATTRACTION BOOK FOR CHILDREN YOU’VE NEVER READ
Please find below the complete ninth 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 9)
Remy and Rhea became hysterical as the river’s current dragged them farther and farther from shore. Swampy green water was rising fast around them, and they had to do something—anything—to make it stop.
“I’ll paddle!” said Remy. “You stay on that side so we don’t tip over!”
He flung his torso over the edge of one side of the basket as far as he could and began to paddle. Rhea did her best to counterbalance him. But no matter how fast or how hard Remy scooped at the water, dry land wasn’t getting any closer. Rhea draped one leg over the rim of the basket and kicked at the river, hoping this would help. It made no difference. The basket continued to spin down the middle of the river and the water continued to rise.
“We’re not going to make it!” Rhea cried. The water had made its way to her ankles. It stunk like dead fish and had little specks of aquatic plants floating in it that made it look like soup—dirty, disgusting, deadly soup.
For a moment, Remy thought he agreed with his sister, but then he remembered the story their grandfather had told them, and he was immediately filled with an overpowering will to live.
“Yes, we are!” he said. “We’re not going to die until we find the magical carrot land!”
A puzzled look came across Rhea’s face as Remy began to look around franticly. He had no idea what he was looking for, but he also had the strangest feeling that if he just kept his eyes open, he would find just what he and Rhea needed to survive.
And then he saw it.
“Look!” He pointed downstream to a spot where the river narrowed a little, at the boughs of some pine trees hanging low over the water. “See those branches?”
Rhea nodded, unsure of what her brother was up to.
“When we get under them, I’ll grab a hold of them,” he said, “and while I’m hanging on, you grab as many of their needles as you can!”
“Okay,” said Rhea, still very confused.
As they passed under the boughs, Remy reached up and grabbed the thickest branch he could find, using his toes to keep the basket from floating away beneath him.
“Now!” he shouted, “The needles!”
Rhea didn’t ask questions and simply sprang into action, trusting that her brother knew what he was doing. She carefully stood on her toes and grabbed at the branch, stripping as many needles from it as she could. Immediately, her paws became sticky from their tar, and the sharp smell of it made her whiskers twitch. Undeterred, she threw the needles into the basket, grabbed at the branch again and threw down more needles, and then repeated this as many times as she could, until the branch was nearly bare. She looked down and saw that she was standing in what looked like pine needle stew.
Remy glanced over his shoulder at his sister’s handiwork, “Okay, that’s enough! Now hang on!”
Rhea did as she was told. And with that, Remy let go of the bough, making sure to take as many of its remaining needles with him as he could. As he did, he fell back into the basket, causing it to slosh around violently. He and Rhea quickly grabbed onto its sides to keep it from capsizing. Immediately, it resumed its journey downriver.
“Now do this!” said Remy. He grabbed two pawfuls of needles and dipped them into the water inside the basket, which was now up to his shins. “Get the needles wet and crush them up like this,” he smashed the needles in his palms. “They have lots of sticky sap in them. We can use them to plug the holes!”
Rhea was surprised at how calm her brother seemed and quickly followed his lead. Together, they crumpled the needles into wet, tacky wads and stuffed them into every gap in the basket they could find. Soon the river stopped spilling in around them, and not a moment too soon, as it was now up to their bellies.
“Phew!” Remy exhaled. “That was close!”
“But what about the water?”
“Oh, right! The water!”
Working in tandem, they scooped furiously at the inside of the basket. Slowly, but surely, the water surrounding them splashed back into the river where it belonged. Soon, all that remained in the bottom of the basket was a small puddle. The bunnies stopped scooping and stood silent for a moment, taking stock of where they were and what they’d just been through.
“How’d you know to do that with the needles?” asked Rhea, dumbfounded.
“I don’t know,” said Remy with a shrug, “it just came to me. When I saw the trees, I remembered walking through them earlier and how I got sticky needles all over me. So I thought that if they could stick to me, they could stick to the basket, too.”
“Wow, that’s awesome!” said Rhea. “But now I’m kind of jealous! How come you get to be the hero all the time? When do I get to save you?”
“Oh, I’m not a hero…” Remy turned sheepish. “And I couldn’t have done it without you! Really, we saved each other.”
“Okay, hero, whatever you say,” Rhea winked and poked at him. “Maybe next time I’ll be the one doing the saving, and you can just sit back and watch.” She smiled.
Remy smiled back at her. “Hopefully there won’t be a next time.”
With one more life-threatening ordeal now behind them, the bunnies turned their attention to the world around them. The sky was as blue and beautiful as a chicory flower, the river was a brilliant emerald green that sparkled in the sunshine, and the stones on the riverbanks jumbled happily together, like a litter of newborn bunnies snug in their nest. What a beautiful day! thought the bunnies, as sunlight poured across their backs, warming and drying their fur and lifting their spirits.
“You know what I just thought of?” said Rhea.
“What’s that?” replied Remy.
“If it wasn’t for that snake, we never would’ve found this basket!”
Remy hummed and rubbed his chin, “You’re right! And you know what else? If we hadn’t found this basket, we wouldn’t be able to cross this creek. So in a weird way, that snake kind of helped us. Maybe we should go back and thank him! What do you think?” He smirked.
“I think no!” Rhea laughed, and gave her brother a light, playful shove. “But you’ve got a point. It’s kind of like all the bad stuff that’s been happening to us has just been happening to help us get to the good stuff.”
“Hey!” said Remy, not intending to cut her off, “Speaking of good stuff—look!”
The basket lurched gently to a halt on the riverbank. Somehow, some way, they had reached the safety of the shoreline without even having to paddle. They stepped out of the basket and onto the shore and gazed skyward. And then they saw it.
The peak of the big, green hill, rising above the treetop, was just a few more miles away. The carrot paradise was now so close they could taste it.
Remy and Rhea’s stomachs rumbled as they walked along the rocky shoreline, basket in tow. All the leaping and running and scooping they’d just done had sapped them of whatever energy they’d woken up with, and they wondered aloud if there was anything good to eat nearby. It didn’t take long for nature to answer them.
After walking only a hundred feet or so from the river, they discovered a field full of bright green clover. Some of the clover heads had three leaves and others had four, but they all looked delicious. Long ago, Remy and Rhea had been told by one of their classmates that four-leaf clovers were lucky, which meant that if rabbits kept them around, they would have nothing but good things happen to them. Unfortunately, there was no clover in Rabylon—at least not that Remy and Rhea knew of—and that, the bunnies figured, must have been why everyone in the village was so unlucky—save for the Mayor, of course. But now, surrounded by such an abundance of fresh, green food, Remy and Rhea felt like the two luckiest rabbits in the entire world.
Without hesitation, they hopped into the midst of the sweet, juicy clover and began stuffing their faces two paws at a time. They ate and ate and ate, until their cheeks puffed up to five times their normal size. Remy’s mouth was so full that he could barely chew, and Rhea’s was so stuffed that when she tried to tell Remy how good the clover was, all he heard was mumbles.
Once the two had eaten their fill, they continued their journey. After wading through a field full of grass so tall that only their ears poked out from above the blades, they stumbled upon a meadow full of wildflowers. Despite having already satisfied their appetites, they just couldn’t resist the sweet scent of nectar all around them, and they gleefully indulged in some dessert: Lily petals as sweet as melons, peppery marigolds that tickled their whiskers, and pretty little daisies that melted on their tongues like snow on the first day of spring.
Rhea patted her belly and flopped onto her back, vanishing into the flowers. “I’m stuffed!”
“Me, too!” said Remy as he swallowed a mouthful.
“I’m so happy! There’s so much food here! And we even have a basket now, so we can take some with us!”
Remy gazed at the ocean of edibility around them and was amazed. If only he and Rhea had known that there’d be so much to eat outside of Rabylon, he thought, they never would’ve needed to raid the Mayor’s trash!
“It’s like this place knew we were coming!” he said.
“Yeah,” Rhea giggled as she sat up, “and it knew we’d be hungry, too, so it made us breakfast!”
“Now we just need it to help us find somewhere to sleep.”
Rhea nodded, and with that, they filled their basket with as many flowers as it could fit and set off toward the woods at the far end of the meadow.
As they wandered through the wilderness, they found their travels to be much more difficult than they’d anticipated. The forest floor was no longer solid as it had been elsewhere, but was instead made of a deep, airy layer of pine needles, leaves, and other organic debris, with tiny trees and pokey little plants sticking out of it at random. As they made their way across it, they sank, sometimes up to their heads, and found themselves having to dig their way out from it frequently. With their pace slowed nearly to a crawl, they began to wonder if they would ever find a safe place to sleep before dark. Then, just as they were about to settle for sleeping on a pile of dead, dry needles and pokey pine cones, they reached the outskirts of another meadow, and there they found exactly what they were looking for: A tall, broad oak tree with a rabbit-sized hollow at the bottom of its trunk.
Rhea ran to the tree and quickly checked to see if their basket full of flowers would fit inside but, alas, it would not—at least not if they wanted to fit inside with it—and so she and Remy decided to leave it outside.
Rhea hopped into the hollow and took a look around, “It’s a little dusty,” she said with a sneeze, “but it’s warm…and it’s dry.”
Remy hopped into the space beside her, “And safe, too! So it’s settled! We’ll stay here.”
How strange it was, thought the bunnies, that the world seemed to be taking such great care of them now, especially after they’d lived in poverty for so long. When they’d been hungry in Rabylon, all they’d ever gotten was watery soup that left them wanting more, but now it was as if the world was going out of its way to not only feed them but to shelter them as well. What was it, they wondered, that made being in the great, big world beyond Rabylon so much different from where’d they’d been just days earlier?
That evening, as the setting sun bathed the forest in a fiery, fading glow, Remy and Rhea settled inside the hollow upon a bed of grass they’d found just outside of it. Together, they stared out into the twilight and marveled at the abundance that encircled them. Swallows swooped low over the meadow, scooping up insects for their evening meal, while bumblebees drifted lazily from one flower to the next. The air, warm and slightly humid, carried with it the sweet scent of fresh, green grass and brand new everything.
The bunnies’ hearts swelled with hope, and the embers of the fire their grandfather had lit inside of them, which had long since died out, suddenly began to glow anew.
“Just look at how good the birds have it!” marveled Remy. “They don’t spend all day working in the fields, and they still have enough to eat!”
“And look at the flowers!” Rhea pointed at some giant sunflowers nearby. “They don’t work hard for their food, either. They just sit there all day long, soaking up the sunshine!”
Oh, the two thought, how wonderful it would be to be a bird or a flower, if only for a day.
Remy suddenly became pensive, “Do you think they have it better than us? The birds and the flowers, I mean.”
Rhea sat in deep thought for a moment, as her head filled with images of all the wonderful food they’d found since they’d crossed the river.
“No,” she replied, “We definitely have it better, because I happen to like clover much better than bugs, thank you very much.” She shot her brother a quick smile, and they both broke into laugher.
“I can’t believe we dug through the Mayor’s trash pile,” said Remy.
“Me, neither,” Rhea crinkled her nose. “That was pretty gross. Let’s never do that again.”
Soon, darkness blanketed the land and the moon climbed high into the sky, giving a slight, silvery tint to everything beneath it. The flowers nodded gently, as though they were about to drift off into dreams that only a flower could dream, and the mounds of clover looked as though they, too, were ready for a nap.
Suddenly, a long, drawn out, and haunting howl shattered the tranquility.
“Oh no!” said Rhea. “It’s the wolves again!” She clung tightly to her brother.
“They sound a lot closer now than last time,” said Remy.
“Do you think maybe if we just ignore them, they’ll go away?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “To be safe, I think I’d better stand guard again tonight.”
“Actually,” said Rhea, “I think I should be the one to stand guard.” She gave her brother a dirty look that quickly reminded him of what had happened the last time he’d been on guard duty.
“Okay, okay. But if you get tired, let me know, and we can switch.”
Rhea stayed awake quite easily as Remy drifted to sleep. As a faint breeze wafted into the hollow, gently caressing her face, she reflected upon how far she and her brother had come to get to this place, not just physically, but in their hearts and minds as well. Only days earlier she’d felt trapped, like a prisoner inside her own home, but now she felt as free as free could be. Sure, it was scary being out there in the woods with no Mama and no Papa to look out for her, but there was also something exciting about it. At every turn, she and Remy got to see something new, something different, and she wondered if that was how it was for the birds and the bees every day. If it was, she decided, that was definitely something she could get used to.
She sat wide awake for the next several minutes, constantly scanning the surrounding area with her eyes and turning her ears this way and that, trying hard to not have a repeat of the situation she’d experienced with the snake earlier. After failing to see or hear any signs of wolves for at least half an hour, she finally began to relax a little. Only one more day, if that, she thought, and she and Remy would reach the magical carrot land! Soon, they would have more carrots than they could dream of and soon their former hardships would be nothing more than a distant memory.
But then, a loud snap came from just outside the hollow.
Rhea’s body went rigid and her heart skipped a beat. What was that? she thought. Who was there? She stared at the hollow’s entrance, her pupils as big and black as they’d ever been, and all she could see was darkness.
Immediately, thoughts of every terrifying creature the Mayor had ever spoken of crawled out of her subconscious and leapt into the front of her mind, and she found herself frozen. She tried to stay calm by telling herself that the wolves were all in her head, and she had almost convinced herself that this was true when, suddenly, a giant, shadowy figure popped up in front of her.
At that moment, she realized that not only was her fear very, very real, but it had a face—and it was the ugliest, scariest face she’d ever seen.
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