I just had a drink with a really old friend. In truth she is one of my best friends, but we don't ring each other enough anymore.
She has a hedge husband (minted spouse who runs prolific financial anomaly to do with hedges) and 2 kids, whereas I have drunkards for friends. She leads a fulfilled, sophisticated life. I lurch from one session to the next.
We've all been there.
Actually she made me feel a bit guilty about taking such an anti marriage stance in my book (i believe it is madness to get married before you are 30. Whichever way i look at it doesnt wash!)...
But it was the best conversation I had had in ages.
At first, when she asked me what I was doing, I told her all about the documentary I was making last year and that it was just coming to and end and she nodded and nodded. She already new about the documentary and she new from our other mutual best friend that it was coming to an end. She probably wanted to check I was ok and see if I needed support. So she kept asking me how I was and what was going on.
So I sat there watching myself talk, and then I realised that I wasn't talking about my book, which is all I do all day every day, because I have a paranoia about people thinking 'a book is nothing before it is published', and also saying it at cocktail parties. And because her hedge husband has always represented something intimidating to me - basically a gargantuan financial harvest.
And then I realised everything i was worrying about was bullshit.
A book is at it's most powerful and awesome before it is published. Or rather, before a publisher or critic has butchered it. And my best friend doesn't care one way or another about my finances (or lack of).
She just cares about me.
And I thought 'fuck it'. And told her all about my book - about how it all came from therapy and how everybody seems to have therapy nowadays and about how it is making the world a better place.
And about how I am conjuring a publisher from thin air.
She thinks it will be a best seller. A worldwide, massive best seller. Cue our fantastically brilliant, wonderful conversation.
Do what you love, talk about it like it's already happened and then watch it manifest.
And above all - trust your friends. It feels good.
Writing time: 6 hours
Manifestation: 96%
Wednesday, 28 February 2007
Monday, 26 February 2007
Day 6 - testing the laws of attraction
Watched The Secret again last night, after seeing that Oprah's US show featured it last week. Oprah loves it. But I woke this morning to see that Newsweek has printed a fairly cynical review of the film...
I guess all publicity is good publicity, but why take a stand against it without trying it for yourself first, as Newsweek's reporters clearly hadn't? Why not just do what I am doing and then form an opinion?
Instead they rely on people like psychologist John Norcross, a professor at the University of Scranton who is an authority on self-help books, who says: "It's pseudoscientific, psychospiritual babble," says Norcross. "We find about 10 percent of self-help books are rated by mental-health professionals as damaging."
Thanks for your overwhelming negativity, John! I wonder what Norcross's life is like? Distinctly lacking in attraction, I would wager. I wish him all the best though and will try and get a copy of The Secret to him.
Anyway, I'm going to contact Newsweek and let them have a piece of Manifesting Jack.
I believe The Secret's ultimate message is to 'feel good'. Feel good and you become more attractive and then you get what you want. All the exercises therein are designed to promote this one thing - be grateful, smile more, do what is necessary, put people first, ask believe receive... and above all believe in yourself.
What's so bad about these directives?
Newsweek sucks, Oprah rocks.
Yesterday best writing day yet.
Large scale argument on Skype with parents in the morning about what the hell I was doing with my life triggered an avalanche of creativity. Thank god they are half a world away. It was one of those days when you feel so good about what you are doing that you actually need to go for a walk to calm down.
Today I begin a 30 day bikram yoga challege. In that time I am hoping to get a decent manuscript together to show my publisher, who according to 'The Secret' should be just around the corner.
If I keep up yesterday's pace manifestation is a certainty.
How do I know? Because I can feel it.
Writing time: 8 hours
Manifestation: 100%
I guess all publicity is good publicity, but why take a stand against it without trying it for yourself first, as Newsweek's reporters clearly hadn't? Why not just do what I am doing and then form an opinion?
Instead they rely on people like psychologist John Norcross, a professor at the University of Scranton who is an authority on self-help books, who says: "It's pseudoscientific, psychospiritual babble," says Norcross. "We find about 10 percent of self-help books are rated by mental-health professionals as damaging."
Thanks for your overwhelming negativity, John! I wonder what Norcross's life is like? Distinctly lacking in attraction, I would wager. I wish him all the best though and will try and get a copy of The Secret to him.
Anyway, I'm going to contact Newsweek and let them have a piece of Manifesting Jack.
I believe The Secret's ultimate message is to 'feel good'. Feel good and you become more attractive and then you get what you want. All the exercises therein are designed to promote this one thing - be grateful, smile more, do what is necessary, put people first, ask believe receive... and above all believe in yourself.
What's so bad about these directives?
Newsweek sucks, Oprah rocks.
Yesterday best writing day yet.
Large scale argument on Skype with parents in the morning about what the hell I was doing with my life triggered an avalanche of creativity. Thank god they are half a world away. It was one of those days when you feel so good about what you are doing that you actually need to go for a walk to calm down.
Today I begin a 30 day bikram yoga challege. In that time I am hoping to get a decent manuscript together to show my publisher, who according to 'The Secret' should be just around the corner.
If I keep up yesterday's pace manifestation is a certainty.
How do I know? Because I can feel it.
Writing time: 8 hours
Manifestation: 100%
Day 5 - americans and gurus
Rest of the weekend was lost in the company of heavenly best friend and his fiancee to be, and all types of americans - gay ones, old ones, beautiful ones, friendly ones, not so friendly ones... It has been fragmented and exhausting. I blame a new concept called 'tribal pull' (introduced by a beautiful european / american). Too many people pulling me in different directions, resulting in lack of focus, poor decision making, slight emotional meltdown and distinct lack of manifestation. The familiar lack of anything in my armoury resembling a stop button could also have been a deciding factor...
Conversation over dinner centred around the difference between a similar group of people dining together in america and england... and what they would talk about...
Turns out the level of compromise and generalisation required to answer the question meant no accurate response was possible. Perceptions of possibility were mentioned - yanks tend to genuinely believe anything is possible whereas brits tend to think everything is limited. The conversation even reached as far as different perceptions of reality, and the troubles of the still live and kicking class system. But essentially what it got me thinking was that everyone is so different, and on such different paths, that to ensure my book is relevant to as many people as possible I need outside opinion during it's creation, something I have not as yet exposed myself to.
I have managed to source this from a person who has 'guru' status in my life...
Monday morning next week is the time I will be sharing my work for the first time.
Cue large scale collation and development of all quality material over the next 7 days.
A key time in the manifestation of my bestseller starts right here, right now.
Writing time: 2 hours
Manifestation rating: 28% due to overtiredeness and lack of sleep.
Conversation over dinner centred around the difference between a similar group of people dining together in america and england... and what they would talk about...
Turns out the level of compromise and generalisation required to answer the question meant no accurate response was possible. Perceptions of possibility were mentioned - yanks tend to genuinely believe anything is possible whereas brits tend to think everything is limited. The conversation even reached as far as different perceptions of reality, and the troubles of the still live and kicking class system. But essentially what it got me thinking was that everyone is so different, and on such different paths, that to ensure my book is relevant to as many people as possible I need outside opinion during it's creation, something I have not as yet exposed myself to.
I have managed to source this from a person who has 'guru' status in my life...
Monday morning next week is the time I will be sharing my work for the first time.
Cue large scale collation and development of all quality material over the next 7 days.
A key time in the manifestation of my bestseller starts right here, right now.
Writing time: 2 hours
Manifestation rating: 28% due to overtiredeness and lack of sleep.
Saturday, 24 February 2007
Day 4 - cocktails and manifestation
Fell massively off the rails.
Interesting, beautiful people the culprit.
Actually... I am the culprit. All this recent good behaviour was far too much for me. Feeling so clean and healthy, largely due to my bikram infused lifestyle and alcohol free schedule, I let go of the controls, switched on the afterburners and left everyone for dead.
Not for a while have I been so drunk.
Yes, a friday overflowing with potential and opportunity dissapeared into the ether. But a truly beautiful afternoon in the Mandarin Oriental (the world's most expensive cocktail bar - the spiced pear belinis are £13.50!) yielded many benefits... one of my drinking partners said she knows not one, but five publishers!!! In the heady aftermath of our cocktail consumption i do wander whether or not she will be keen to put me in front of them...
Still, the work will speak for itself. Manifestation will occur in the only way it knows how - the way it is supposed to.
It may happen sooner than we all thought it would - way before May 5. MUST WRITE HARDER.
The latter part of the evening is sadly lost in an alcoholic mist... God only knows if i managed to demanifest my earlier progress. I will piece it together.
Sadly the weekend shows no sign of letting up - various people are in town including best friend and two sets of americans and they need entertaining.
My head hurts but life is beautiful.
Writing time: I told you before I can't write when i'm hungover.
Manifestation rating: 100% (in the zone)
Interesting, beautiful people the culprit.
Actually... I am the culprit. All this recent good behaviour was far too much for me. Feeling so clean and healthy, largely due to my bikram infused lifestyle and alcohol free schedule, I let go of the controls, switched on the afterburners and left everyone for dead.
Not for a while have I been so drunk.
Yes, a friday overflowing with potential and opportunity dissapeared into the ether. But a truly beautiful afternoon in the Mandarin Oriental (the world's most expensive cocktail bar - the spiced pear belinis are £13.50!) yielded many benefits... one of my drinking partners said she knows not one, but five publishers!!! In the heady aftermath of our cocktail consumption i do wander whether or not she will be keen to put me in front of them...
Still, the work will speak for itself. Manifestation will occur in the only way it knows how - the way it is supposed to.
It may happen sooner than we all thought it would - way before May 5. MUST WRITE HARDER.
The latter part of the evening is sadly lost in an alcoholic mist... God only knows if i managed to demanifest my earlier progress. I will piece it together.
Sadly the weekend shows no sign of letting up - various people are in town including best friend and two sets of americans and they need entertaining.
My head hurts but life is beautiful.
Writing time: I told you before I can't write when i'm hungover.
Manifestation rating: 100% (in the zone)
Friday, 23 February 2007
Day 3 - pm - abundance of life
I've been procrastinating while re reading my blog. What a negative waste of good writing time.
My pathetic deliberation was over whether or not I should be trying to manifest in a public forum. Will this offend the law of attraction by violating some other clause from the land of quantum physics?
Or will I trigger a mass public manifestation of publishers by unkown self obsessed writers such as myself? Thereby completely negating my USP as an unpublished author. I start off a cavalcade of blogs... only to see mine lost in the wake of more talented, superior blogs from true geniuses...
Then I remembered there is enough to go round... because life is meant to be abundant... Just walk the streets - there is an abundance of emotion, style, money, culture, cars... anything you want. Abundance is everywhere.
Yeah right. There's a lot in my life, but there is a distinct, wretched lack of abundance.
In fact, I reckon there is a distinct lack of abundance in most 20something's lives.
So... Time to think, focus and feel abundance.
All of the unsigned writers who adopt my brilliant techniques are welcome.
Being 20something represents abundance by the bucket load.
Money scarce? I see money everywhere. Ask for it, believe it and feel it.
There is nothing more abundant in this world than abundance itself.
Let's watch it manifest.
Writing time - 4 hours
Manifestation: 98%
My pathetic deliberation was over whether or not I should be trying to manifest in a public forum. Will this offend the law of attraction by violating some other clause from the land of quantum physics?
Or will I trigger a mass public manifestation of publishers by unkown self obsessed writers such as myself? Thereby completely negating my USP as an unpublished author. I start off a cavalcade of blogs... only to see mine lost in the wake of more talented, superior blogs from true geniuses...
Then I remembered there is enough to go round... because life is meant to be abundant... Just walk the streets - there is an abundance of emotion, style, money, culture, cars... anything you want. Abundance is everywhere.
Yeah right. There's a lot in my life, but there is a distinct, wretched lack of abundance.
In fact, I reckon there is a distinct lack of abundance in most 20something's lives.
So... Time to think, focus and feel abundance.
All of the unsigned writers who adopt my brilliant techniques are welcome.
Being 20something represents abundance by the bucket load.
Money scarce? I see money everywhere. Ask for it, believe it and feel it.
There is nothing more abundant in this world than abundance itself.
Let's watch it manifest.
Writing time - 4 hours
Manifestation: 98%
Day 3 - manifesting taxis
Small manifestation to report: Standing on street corner in Hammersmith. It is pouring with rain. Must have been twenty taxis passed me by.
Twenty taxis and twenty minutes.
I think hard about the yellow light. I focus completely on it. It is on top of a shiny, brand new London taxi. The driver is a classic London cabbie - full of chat. I am getting into the taxi and it is warm. There is a TV showing BBC comedy. I am happy.
What happens next?
You guessed it. No TV though...
Here's to a day of grand scale manifestation.
I have to go to the west end for some meetings . I am looking forward to seeing if the mayor's new congestion charge is working or not. My married with children friends Andy and Phyls were complaining yesterday that the new cost for Phyls to take their kids to school in Sloane Square has added an extra £5grand to their annual ‘household budget’ (does everyone have a ‘budget’ apart from me?). Presumably a Household Budget is all the money you have left over to spend on your family, after you have finished investing in ISA's, stocks and shares and seasisde properties!!! I must draw one up this afternoon. Actually I don’t really know if it was £5grand - I had drifted off by that point. But it sounded huge due to the nature of the shrieking commentary. It strengthened my resolve not to have children until I live in my own castle in the outer Hebrides.
What is the point in having children in your twenties? In fact, what is the point of getting married in your twenties? Even if you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love why not wait?
People should look upon their twenties as a ten year extension of their teens.
Last night I indulged in a therapeutic manifestation activity and created a vision board – a sheet with all the things I want in my life in 5 years time. From now on I will only do things that contribute towards making this life, and nothing that might detract from it. (I found a picture in a surfing magazine of a wise old man with a beard and a cool shirt. I cut him out and put him on my vision board – he represents the man who will turn my book into a best seller).
I may actually book a table and visualise an entire lunch with my funky older publisher.
Back later for a full manifestation report.
Twenty taxis and twenty minutes.
I think hard about the yellow light. I focus completely on it. It is on top of a shiny, brand new London taxi. The driver is a classic London cabbie - full of chat. I am getting into the taxi and it is warm. There is a TV showing BBC comedy. I am happy.
What happens next?
You guessed it. No TV though...
Here's to a day of grand scale manifestation.
I have to go to the west end for some meetings . I am looking forward to seeing if the mayor's new congestion charge is working or not. My married with children friends Andy and Phyls were complaining yesterday that the new cost for Phyls to take their kids to school in Sloane Square has added an extra £5grand to their annual ‘household budget’ (does everyone have a ‘budget’ apart from me?). Presumably a Household Budget is all the money you have left over to spend on your family, after you have finished investing in ISA's, stocks and shares and seasisde properties!!! I must draw one up this afternoon. Actually I don’t really know if it was £5grand - I had drifted off by that point. But it sounded huge due to the nature of the shrieking commentary. It strengthened my resolve not to have children until I live in my own castle in the outer Hebrides.
What is the point in having children in your twenties? In fact, what is the point of getting married in your twenties? Even if you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love why not wait?
People should look upon their twenties as a ten year extension of their teens.
Last night I indulged in a therapeutic manifestation activity and created a vision board – a sheet with all the things I want in my life in 5 years time. From now on I will only do things that contribute towards making this life, and nothing that might detract from it. (I found a picture in a surfing magazine of a wise old man with a beard and a cool shirt. I cut him out and put him on my vision board – he represents the man who will turn my book into a best seller).
I may actually book a table and visualise an entire lunch with my funky older publisher.
Back later for a full manifestation report.
Thursday, 22 February 2007
Day 2 - properties of boredom
Clement Stone said 'Whatever the mind of man can conceive, it can achieve'. I want to take things one step further: ‘Whatever my mind conceives, I will achieve.’
All I need to do is manifest one publisher... but seemingly out of thin air. I am trying to think about what they will look like. Someone older I think – with a few grey hairs… Someone with amazing connections. Someone who likes having fun, long lunches. A veritable legend of publishing, who hand picks who he works with... and thinks I am the next big thing.
No major manifestation breakthroughs as yet but only 48hours into the exercise. I am proving to be adept at maintaining a positive mindset... It is the belief angle which is hardest to conquer. Feeling like I will when I hold that bestseller in my hands is difficult at this stage.
I must do better.
As if that wasn’t enough, my flat in London’s safest, least creative area, Fulham, is for sale. I have accepted an offer and am close to exchanging contracts. But I have now offered for 4 other flats in edgy Shepherds Bush, where I really want to live, but have been gazumped an incredible 4 times in two weeks – all four flats have gone for 25grand over the asking price – or more. No estate agent really wants your call unless you are a cash buyer – but in order to be a cash buyer I have to sell my home – leaving me with no place to live! It's all par for the course but this has been going on for months. Property is so boring. It is such a tiresome necessity - rooted in the human need to belong - and sooo process driven. But without it, I would be screwed. Well , not screwed, but probably at a desk somewhere, staring straight out of the window...
20somethings are obsessed by the property ladder. Well, I guess as a 29 year old I am more obsessed than a 22 year old - but that's only because they are not yet on the property ladder. For 20somethings, such a ridiculous emphasis is put on getting on the ladder that it is hard to think of anything else if you are planning a future rooted in one place. Getting on the ladder is the watershed moment – the defining achievement which separates people who will ‘be ok’ and people who will disappear to elsewhere. The appreciation of property satisfies the 20something’s inner Margaret Thatcher. There now exists only two social classes – Owners and Tenants. Owners are split into micro classes determined by their postcode and number of bedrooms. In London at least tenants simply don’t matter – they are slime until they reach the ladder. Like serfs.
Tenants have a difficult manifestation ahead – the size of the task compared to their dismal financial capabilities can be too much to bear. But manifestation is there for them as it is for everyone. All they need do is think… ask… believe… and receive. The property ladder will manifest. I know - because it manifested for me.
So what do I tell sweet Violet, my 22 year old, fiercely indpendent sister? All will be revealed when How To Survive Your Twenties hits the shelves. Choice nuggets of advice such as: ‘Take advantage of the weak rental market – share a cheap loft in a crime ghetto and enjoy the burdgeoning gang scene’ and other insightful gems will abound! Violet, you are so lucky to have my counsel.
Soon all 20somethings will have my counsel. My publisher will manifest and bring my own unique brand of wisdom, irreverence and absurdity to the masses.
Speaking of manifestation, today has been a quiet time of writing, thinking good thoughts and feeling strongly that I am about to be propelled into mega stardom as a writer.
I have been visualising and feeling – actually physically, orgasmically feeling – what it will be like to see How To Survive Your 20’s in the number 1 slot at Waterstone’s and Barnes and Noble (get it?). To take it off the shelves and hold a copy in my hands.
I have no idea how this will happen. I just know that it will.
Another intense visualisation I have been having today is lunch with my publisher. I have a strong sense of what they will look like now. It happens to be a male image.
I will spend the rest of the day conjuring a female visualisation as well just in case. She will have to be older and slightly grizzled to avoid pathetic one liners from yours truly once she has manifested.
My pot of golden manifestation is just a few moments away at the end of my rainbow of visualisation.
Writing time: 6 hours
Manifestation rating: 81% due to negative thoughts about flat sale.
All I need to do is manifest one publisher... but seemingly out of thin air. I am trying to think about what they will look like. Someone older I think – with a few grey hairs… Someone with amazing connections. Someone who likes having fun, long lunches. A veritable legend of publishing, who hand picks who he works with... and thinks I am the next big thing.
No major manifestation breakthroughs as yet but only 48hours into the exercise. I am proving to be adept at maintaining a positive mindset... It is the belief angle which is hardest to conquer. Feeling like I will when I hold that bestseller in my hands is difficult at this stage.
I must do better.
As if that wasn’t enough, my flat in London’s safest, least creative area, Fulham, is for sale. I have accepted an offer and am close to exchanging contracts. But I have now offered for 4 other flats in edgy Shepherds Bush, where I really want to live, but have been gazumped an incredible 4 times in two weeks – all four flats have gone for 25grand over the asking price – or more. No estate agent really wants your call unless you are a cash buyer – but in order to be a cash buyer I have to sell my home – leaving me with no place to live! It's all par for the course but this has been going on for months. Property is so boring. It is such a tiresome necessity - rooted in the human need to belong - and sooo process driven. But without it, I would be screwed. Well , not screwed, but probably at a desk somewhere, staring straight out of the window...
20somethings are obsessed by the property ladder. Well, I guess as a 29 year old I am more obsessed than a 22 year old - but that's only because they are not yet on the property ladder. For 20somethings, such a ridiculous emphasis is put on getting on the ladder that it is hard to think of anything else if you are planning a future rooted in one place. Getting on the ladder is the watershed moment – the defining achievement which separates people who will ‘be ok’ and people who will disappear to elsewhere. The appreciation of property satisfies the 20something’s inner Margaret Thatcher. There now exists only two social classes – Owners and Tenants. Owners are split into micro classes determined by their postcode and number of bedrooms. In London at least tenants simply don’t matter – they are slime until they reach the ladder. Like serfs.
Tenants have a difficult manifestation ahead – the size of the task compared to their dismal financial capabilities can be too much to bear. But manifestation is there for them as it is for everyone. All they need do is think… ask… believe… and receive. The property ladder will manifest. I know - because it manifested for me.
So what do I tell sweet Violet, my 22 year old, fiercely indpendent sister? All will be revealed when How To Survive Your Twenties hits the shelves. Choice nuggets of advice such as: ‘Take advantage of the weak rental market – share a cheap loft in a crime ghetto and enjoy the burdgeoning gang scene’ and other insightful gems will abound! Violet, you are so lucky to have my counsel.
Soon all 20somethings will have my counsel. My publisher will manifest and bring my own unique brand of wisdom, irreverence and absurdity to the masses.
Speaking of manifestation, today has been a quiet time of writing, thinking good thoughts and feeling strongly that I am about to be propelled into mega stardom as a writer.
I have been visualising and feeling – actually physically, orgasmically feeling – what it will be like to see How To Survive Your 20’s in the number 1 slot at Waterstone’s and Barnes and Noble (get it?). To take it off the shelves and hold a copy in my hands.
I have no idea how this will happen. I just know that it will.
Another intense visualisation I have been having today is lunch with my publisher. I have a strong sense of what they will look like now. It happens to be a male image.
I will spend the rest of the day conjuring a female visualisation as well just in case. She will have to be older and slightly grizzled to avoid pathetic one liners from yours truly once she has manifested.
My pot of golden manifestation is just a few moments away at the end of my rainbow of visualisation.
Writing time: 6 hours
Manifestation rating: 81% due to negative thoughts about flat sale.
Wednesday, 21 February 2007
Day 1 - thinking up my future
‘You create your own universe as you go along’ Winston Churchill.
Or how about: ‘My own universe is exactly, whatever I think it is’.
This blog will chronicle the manifestation of a new chapter in my life over the next 8-10 weeks. I am going to make something happen in that time that is seemingly totally out of my control.
I am going to perform this feat purely through thinking positively and feeling good. (Note to self: this will entail never being drunk, hungover or indeed spending any time whatsoever on mind bending substances).
Seriously though: We all know about films like The Illusionist and The Prestige. Now get ready for The Manifestor… or is that The Manifestationist? Either way the role and the script will be coveted by Hollywood’s elite before long.
As you may know I’ve been writing a book for quite some time. It’s called ‘How To Survive Your 20’s In One Piece... by someone who just has’. It’s an A-Z of all the things you will come across, good and bad, in your 20’s, wrapped around a semi autobiographical narrative. I offer advice, but only to my younger sister, Violet, who is 22. (She finds this whole thing acutely embarrassing and wishes I would shut up, but being 22 she doesn’t know shit and she needs my advice).
As an aspiring writer of books the doomsday scenario of never being published has, in the past, weighed heavily on my mind. But no longer will I wallow in self doubt. I am about to lay out some pretty big hairy assed claims… And back them up.
Here’s a tiny bit of background:
Having undertaken quite a lot of ‘self’ stuff in the past year or so (way, way overdue self stuff), I have had some extraordinary results in my life as a consequence. Most of what I have been doing is about mastering my thoughts, and harnessing the power of positive thinking. It’s all based around thinking and believing that you are capable of fulfilling your dreams… and then fulfilling them. (I can hear you sniggering at the back... laughing at other people’s therapy is so provincial… so nineties).
It has worked in so many ways… it’s actually quite freaky. At first it was just little differences everywhere. Busses and minicabs appeared when I needed them. Creditors became friendly and more patient when I asked for more time. Girls want to sleep with me for the first time in ages – sober girls. Old flames want to re connect (As if!).
And then other, not so little things – I can sense love is just around the corner – I just know it. My writing comes easily. I am 100% happier. I am making money out of property. Proper big style life improvements which make me insufferably positive and happy to be around. Certain people, in their pathetic vacuum of delusional security or inherited riches, murmur quietly at their desks that I am on a road to nowhere. But you should see the smile on my face in my 11am bikram class, surrounded by sweating, distorted, leotard clad fashionistas. Ear to ear baby!
I digress.
What I am saying is that by mastering my thoughts, I am truly mastering my life.
The theory (which i now live my life by) implies that that the law of attraction (a basic law of physics like the law of gravity or other), will deliver whatever I want, purely through the power of positive thought. I have decided to make my book happen, purely through thinking about and feeling its manifestation.
In short, I am going to manifest something right before your eyes.
Can we just make things happen? That would be an emphatic yes. I have started to do it every day. In fact I suddenly realise that I’ve been doing it for years (I once manifested an entire bar and nightclub, all of my own - someone quite literally gave them to me on a plate). But I’ve never decided to prove it publicly… before now. I am about to manifest something right before your eyes, online, before May 5 2007.
It has to be before May 5 – that is the deadline. That is when I turn 30 and I am no longer a 20something. The whole point of the book is that it is published on or around my thirtieth birthday, when I have just survived my twenties and all my experiences are fresh and relevant. And while I still have a full head of hair. Every male member of my family as far back as one can trace (which is not very far) began balding at 30. But more on baldness – and all the other highlights of being a 20something – later.
Purely through the power of thought, belief and visualisation (admittedly assisted by the internet) I am going to manifest a publisher to take my book to market, and turn it into a best seller.
The law of attraction dictates that this absolutely will happen, as you are my witness.
All you sceptics: prepare to feel belittled.
Everyone else: prepare to be amazed.
Writing time: 9 hours
Manifestation rating (the level to which I am thinking and visualising my book being a best seller): 100%
Or how about: ‘My own universe is exactly, whatever I think it is’.
This blog will chronicle the manifestation of a new chapter in my life over the next 8-10 weeks. I am going to make something happen in that time that is seemingly totally out of my control.
I am going to perform this feat purely through thinking positively and feeling good. (Note to self: this will entail never being drunk, hungover or indeed spending any time whatsoever on mind bending substances).
Seriously though: We all know about films like The Illusionist and The Prestige. Now get ready for The Manifestor… or is that The Manifestationist? Either way the role and the script will be coveted by Hollywood’s elite before long.
As you may know I’ve been writing a book for quite some time. It’s called ‘How To Survive Your 20’s In One Piece... by someone who just has’. It’s an A-Z of all the things you will come across, good and bad, in your 20’s, wrapped around a semi autobiographical narrative. I offer advice, but only to my younger sister, Violet, who is 22. (She finds this whole thing acutely embarrassing and wishes I would shut up, but being 22 she doesn’t know shit and she needs my advice).
As an aspiring writer of books the doomsday scenario of never being published has, in the past, weighed heavily on my mind. But no longer will I wallow in self doubt. I am about to lay out some pretty big hairy assed claims… And back them up.
Here’s a tiny bit of background:
Having undertaken quite a lot of ‘self’ stuff in the past year or so (way, way overdue self stuff), I have had some extraordinary results in my life as a consequence. Most of what I have been doing is about mastering my thoughts, and harnessing the power of positive thinking. It’s all based around thinking and believing that you are capable of fulfilling your dreams… and then fulfilling them. (I can hear you sniggering at the back... laughing at other people’s therapy is so provincial… so nineties).
It has worked in so many ways… it’s actually quite freaky. At first it was just little differences everywhere. Busses and minicabs appeared when I needed them. Creditors became friendly and more patient when I asked for more time. Girls want to sleep with me for the first time in ages – sober girls. Old flames want to re connect (As if!).
And then other, not so little things – I can sense love is just around the corner – I just know it. My writing comes easily. I am 100% happier. I am making money out of property. Proper big style life improvements which make me insufferably positive and happy to be around. Certain people, in their pathetic vacuum of delusional security or inherited riches, murmur quietly at their desks that I am on a road to nowhere. But you should see the smile on my face in my 11am bikram class, surrounded by sweating, distorted, leotard clad fashionistas. Ear to ear baby!
I digress.
What I am saying is that by mastering my thoughts, I am truly mastering my life.
The theory (which i now live my life by) implies that that the law of attraction (a basic law of physics like the law of gravity or other), will deliver whatever I want, purely through the power of positive thought. I have decided to make my book happen, purely through thinking about and feeling its manifestation.
In short, I am going to manifest something right before your eyes.
Can we just make things happen? That would be an emphatic yes. I have started to do it every day. In fact I suddenly realise that I’ve been doing it for years (I once manifested an entire bar and nightclub, all of my own - someone quite literally gave them to me on a plate). But I’ve never decided to prove it publicly… before now. I am about to manifest something right before your eyes, online, before May 5 2007.
It has to be before May 5 – that is the deadline. That is when I turn 30 and I am no longer a 20something. The whole point of the book is that it is published on or around my thirtieth birthday, when I have just survived my twenties and all my experiences are fresh and relevant. And while I still have a full head of hair. Every male member of my family as far back as one can trace (which is not very far) began balding at 30. But more on baldness – and all the other highlights of being a 20something – later.
Purely through the power of thought, belief and visualisation (admittedly assisted by the internet) I am going to manifest a publisher to take my book to market, and turn it into a best seller.
The law of attraction dictates that this absolutely will happen, as you are my witness.
All you sceptics: prepare to feel belittled.
Everyone else: prepare to be amazed.
Writing time: 9 hours
Manifestation rating (the level to which I am thinking and visualising my book being a best seller): 100%
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