I have a confession to make…
I absolutely LOVE reading.
It’s borderline an obsession for me right now. Which is unbelievable as I probably read a total of 5 books from the time I graduated college (’06) till the start of my entrepreneurial career (’10). It’s actually a book (Crush It!) that sparked this long, strange
trip journey I have been on for the last 5 years.
Lately, I have been on a book reading mission.
I am tearing through books like a little 8-year old on Christmas morning, from one present (book) to another. I simply can’t get enough — that’s what she said.
I started a new book last week that was highly recommend in a Facebook group I am in. (It’s the Miracle Morning group, I wrote about how that book has transformed my life here).
So this book is about energy — and there goes half of you. Gimme a minute here…
Now, I am not into the airy-fairy, new age, law of attraction BS. I don’t think you can just manifest a million dollars and it be in your bank account by midnight.
However, I am open to new experiences. I am open to new ideas and this new book’s tagline is Nine Do-It-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality.
Pretty catchy, huh?
I want to share a few stories that happened to me this past weekend, that has me convinced this energy stuff is extremely powerful.
Also, a tad creepy.
Tossing the Pig Skin
So, this past Saturday, Christian (Amanda’s 12-year old son) and I were out throwing the football around. It was 70 & sunny and it’s something we do on the weekends.
It keeps me young 🙂
Anyways, we started talking about Rhonda Rousey (the women’s UFC champion) possibly fighting a guy in the octagon. I have no idea if this will happen, but it’s been a hot topic on the sports blogs as of late.
We then got into talking about how I had to wrestle a girl in high school. Yes, I was a wrestler back in the day.
In fact, in my high school, in those mock things they do — my classmates predicted that I would be living in my parent’s basement in 20 years and would be a WWF wrestler.
They had such high hopes for me.
We started talking about my wrestling career and how my Dad was a stud at wrestling in high school. My Dad was a sports STUD with a full ride, football scholarship to Michigan State. He didn’t have the grades though and passed on the opportunity. Instead, he moved to California to be a milkman. And a DJ (true story).
They say sports skips a generation and that couldn’t be the most truest fact in the history of the World. My Dad was an all-star, I was better at watching from the sidelines.
Christian asked if I had seen anyone break their arm in wrestling. I couldn’t, that I had recalled. I said it does happen when someone is falling to the ground, they stick their arm out to break the fall. Typically, that is when it would happen in high school wrestling.
He asked if fighters in the UFC have broken their arms. I said it has happens, but the opponent usually taps out before the arm breaks, but it can happen. I am actually surprised it doesn’t happen more often with how they twist those arms.
I have a hard time WATCHING, I have no idea how those guys (or gals) DO it.
We continued passing the ball around, but discussed wrestling/UFC for the 30-40 minutes we were outside.
I then took him over to a friend’s house to go play.
We got a call around 9 pm. Amanda jumped off the couch and put on her shoes. I asked, “What the Hell is going on?”.
She said, “Christian thinks he broke his arm”
So, she went over to pick him up. It looked bad, so she took him to the hospital. He did, in fact, break both bones in his forearm.
I went to bed around 11:30 and they still were not home. I woke up Sunday morning to find him sleeping on the couch in an arm brace.
I asked how he broke it.
He was wrestling with his friend’s and he was falling down and tried to break his fall, so he stuck his arm out.
Exactly what we were discussing just a few hours before.
Everyone Loves Gifts in the Mail
So, in the book I am reading (calm down, I’ll share it with you at the end), the author lays out nine experiments to do to prove the power of energy. These little experiments take less than 48 hours and do not cost any money.
Fun, little experiments. Or so I thought.
In the first experiment, she calls it The Dude Abides Principle. In this experiment, you are to expect an unexpected gift. This is something small, to prove this actually works. This can be a phone call from a friend who you haven’t spoke to in awhile, a check in the mail, etc.
Something you are not expecting. A pleasant little surprise.
So, I read this on Saturday morning. I told myself I would receive an unexpected gift by Monday morning, about 48 hours from the time I was reading it.
I got the mail on Saturday morning.
My sister, Annie, was sending Amanda’s Christmas gift in the mail.
Yes, 2+ months later, she was mailing out a Christmas present! The Dukes kids were never good with dates or authority or being on time or homework or adults or cleaning their rooms or their neighbor growing up, Joan.
Now, I knew she was sending the gifts as she texted me for our address earlier in the week. I picked up both gifts and texted Annie that I got the presents. Amanda was sleeping at the time, so I set BOTH gifts on the kitchen counter.
Amanda woke up and I handed her the gifts. She looked at me and said, “that top one is yours”. I said, “no, this is your Christmas presents from Annie.” She said “look, it says your name on it”.
I swear I looked at both gifts when I got the mail and never saw my name. I was pleasantly surprised that I had a gift in the mail.
Everyone loves gifts in the mail, right? I know I do. It really is the simple things in life.
Then I thought back to The Dude Abides Principle.
Is this my “unexpected gift”, just a few hours after asking for it?
Pretty cool, if you ask me.
I graduated high school in 2000.
That makes me want to
take a shot cry.
The time absolutely just flies by, doesn’t it?
Anyways, I started playing flag football a few weeks back with a few guys. Guys I “met” in a Facebook group just a few weeks ago. I love flag football and admit, 100%, to attempting to re-live the glory days of high school.
I am not one bit, ashamed of that.
I get really into it and have played for quite a few teams over the years. I embarrassingly admit, I spend quite a bit of time on my outfit. Yes, I want everything to match.
I may not play the part well, but damn it, I am going to look good doing it!
So, yesterday we had our third game of the season. I have been playing defense and want an interception. The first two games have showed I haven’t played in a few years.
To be honest, it might even appear that I have never played a game of football in my life. Like a puppy at the dog park searching for its owner, I look lost out there.
The Abracadaba Principle
As I was reading the book on Sunday, another experiment is called The Abracadaba Principle.
In this experiment, the author suggests,
Using nothing but the power of your thoughts, you will magnetize something into your life. You will set an intention to draw a particular event or thing into your life.
Now, the author says you cannot manifest your dream car of a BMW in a matter of 48 hours. She says to take baby steps with something like front-row theater tickets or flowers from your significant other.
Well, I don’t like flowers and my ADD doesn’t allow me to enjoy anything longer than 30 minutes, so I knew those two were not going to happen.
I told myself I am going to get an interception in the football game. No matter what. I thought about it all morning and the whole drive up to the game. I visualized it. Exactly how it was going to happen.
Again, the author mentioned dream car, I immediately thought of a white 4-door Tesla. Right now, that is my dream car. It’s actually the background on my laptop. They are rare and I am a big fan of Elon Musk (created Tesla).
So, I am driving to the game and thinking about my interception that I am going to get. Also,
Miley Cyrus Eminem is on full blast.
I look up ahead and I see….
…a white four-door Tesla.
I pull up next to it to get a better look. Not sure if the driver called the cops as he caught me staring at him 2…or 7 times.
Anyways, weird stuff.
So, I get to the football field and notice our team is a few players short. It looks like this guy is going to have to play offense AND defense.
I alert the paramedics and let them know, that this might not end well.
I end up catching a touchdown in the first half of the game, as I was playing both sides of the ball. Cool, but I wasn’t happy with that. I visualized an interception. I guess the touchdown was another “unexpected gift”, as I haven’t played offense yet this season.
It’s halftime and our team is winning 24-0.
We had not scored a SINGLE point until yesterday.
So, this felt good, but I still wasn’t happy.
With about 2 minutes left in the game, and our team up 31-0, I knew this team was going to be throwing the ball to try and get some points on the board.
There is was, the quarterback dropped back and heaved a pass in the air.
My feet were on the goaline. I jumped in front of the receiver, crashed into another receiver and fell down.
With the ball in my hands!
I looked up at my teammate and said, “I got one!”
He looked at me as if I had just landed a spaceship at the 50 yard line as he had absolutely NO idea what I was referring to.
Or why I had the possessed look on my face.
Or why I looked like I was going to pass out.
I got my interception and it was pretty much how I envisioned it. Although, I expected to do it a bit more gracefully than just toppling over like a drunk at a bar.
In my defense, I was hit and was extremely tired. In my defense.
I played every minute of the 40 minute game. I was not going to stop until I turned that visualization into a reality.
Look, I am not into “the Secret” and manifesting my dreams and all that crap. You can’t just envision having a pile of money and it appearing out of no where the very next day.
I am a believer of visualizing what you want. It works when you combine it with hard work and a plan of action. It seems those airy-fairy books leave the hard work part out.
I talk about how you can visualize what you want in only 5 minutes a day here.
After this weekend, I do believe in the power of our thoughts and energy that much more. Obviously, the broken arm wasn’t something we wanted, but found it weird that we were talking about it.
Then it happened.
BTW, here is the book I am referring to:
Grab a copy and try this stuff. It’s fun and you might just surprise yourself.
I am still in shock myself.
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if you purchase something. It’s literally pennies on the dollar, so I will not be retiring anytime soon from this.