Chapter 8
Radical Attraction is a novel of a Steve's adventures which involve in the visitation of difficulty and disaster. Through these disasters, Steve meets the mysterious Gus. A gentelman of suspect fashion sense he takes Steve under his wing and introduces him to the Law of Attraction.
It seems Gus has a "secret" system which utilises the Law of Attraction and he begins to teach Steve how to create the things he desires in his life.
In this chapter Steve gets into "Intending" and "Expectation" to create his desired life, but an exepcted discovery rocks his world.
Enjoy!
Steve felt energised and excited after his meeting with Gus. With a spring in his step he went back to his car. Whilst he walked, he pulled out his phone and looked through the intentions he had entered in his phone on Saturday. Reading the list empowered him and made him feel good. Reaching the car, he got in and made his way through the traffic towards work. As he drove his mind raced through Gus’s second stage.
“Expectation! Yes! What am I expecting?”
Steve’s thoughts then moved back to the intention list in his phone.
“I intend to be a great Dad. What am I expecting? I am expecting…….I am expecting a struggle with money and giving the kids enough time. I am expecting difficult times with Stephanie and Joel missing the presence of their mother.”
“Hmmm.” Steve could see that his expectations were not alignment with his desire to be a great Dad.
“Think what I want.” He said to himself as looked to modify his expectations so that they better reflected his desires.
He shuffled ides around in his head. Finally he came up with. “I expect to have great times with my kids, enjoying my time with them and having fun. I expect an easy flow of money. Yep. That’s better!”
Good feelings filled his body as he focussed on visions of him enjoying hanging with his kids and him having enough money to do lots of great things.
At a set of traffic lights he looked at the next intention on the list.
“I intend to be happy and positive.”
What was he expecting?
“I am expecting…….worry and stress. I am expecting struggle.”
Once again he looked to change his expectations so they better reflected his desires.
He said to himself. “Think what I want.”
“I expect good times as I rebuild my life.” He continued. “I expect to be calm and positive. Yep! That’s it!”
He enjoyed the calmness and confidence that came with these thoughts.
Next. “I intend to be prosperous and abundant. What am I expecting?”
“Mmmm.” Steve’s mind filled with all the anguish and difficult times that he had had because of money and not being able to buy the things Jenny wanted.
“No! Think what I want! Think what I want!. He persisted. “I expect success in my work. I expect to always enough money to pay all the bills and do all the things wanted. I expect to refurbish and renovate the house. I expect to take the kids on an overseas holiday. I expect to look after my Mum.”
Once he started it was hard to stop, as lots of great expectations filled his mind, stimulating positive and uplifting feelings.
He continued to work through his intentions list and before he knew it he was rolling into the car park at work.
Everybody was surprised but pleased to see him at work and they were full of questions about the trail of destruction that had made a swathe through his life. He received a hearty handshake from his boss, George, who was very interested in his wellbeing, to the point of ushering into his office for half hour chat over a cup of coffee. They discussed his safety, the kids, Jenny and what the company could do for Steve in his time of need. Steve appreciated all the attention, but he told George that he just wanted to get on with job and do his very best. Walking from George’s he made his way back to desk, which had a stack of messages awaiting his attention.
He went to begin to work his way through the messages but stopped to think.
“Think what I want. Ok. What do I intend?”
Once again he referred to his phone list.
“Well…. I intend to excel in my work.”
He felt the positive momentum of this thought and how good it would feel to excel.
“Expectation? I expect to make great sales. “
He could see himself writing up contracts for a bunch of new customers. He felt
energised and enthusiastic. He picked up the phone and started making calls.
He worked his way through a mixture of calls that included people who were concerned for his safety, service issues, technical questions and two prospective new customers confirming they’d like to sign up and one of his best customers calling with a great sales lead. Magic!
The morning flew by and in the afternoon he went out to do some sales calls and sign up the two new customers. A very pleasurable afternoon it was. On the way home he dropped off at Joy’s to see the Joel and Stephanie. They had had a good day at school and were very pleased to see him. Joy offered steak and salad for dinner, which he gently decline, as wanted to get home and see if there was any work needed on the fire damage to make safe.
Kissing the kids goodbye Steve made for home. Stopping the car in front of the gates that led to the garage, he jumped out, collected a stack of mail from the letterbox opened the gates and resuming the driver’s seat, he drove the car into the garage. Once inside the house he sorted through the mail, which consisted of a mix junk mail, bills and a statement from the bank.
He opened the bank statement and stared at the litany of withdrawals and charges, which were the evidence of Jenny plundering their finances. He shook his head and swore under his breath at the brazenness of Jenny’s thievery.
There was one letter left, addressed to Jenny, which bore a logo that he didn’t recognise. It said CRU Insurance. He scratched his head. He was sure he didn’t have a policy with them. After the mess that the bank statement detailed, he didn’t feel a shred of guilt as he tore open the envelope and removed the contents. He unfolded the parchment paper it contained and just about fell over when he read it. It stated:
This confirms the insuring of the life of:
Steve Watkins
Insured Amount $5,000,000
Steve was so devastated he couldn’t contemplate dinner. The planned work on the house was scrapped and he spent a fitful night attempting to workout what to do.
In the morning he headed for the refuge of Phi’s “Spotted Dog Café”, where he imbibed three of the strongest coffees that Phi could extract from his espresso machine. Steve still didn’t feel much for food, but as the caffeine surged through his body he began to gather some composure and decide what he should do.
Phi was concerned with how Steve looked and was even more worried he refused one of Phi’s famous breakfasts. Steve wasn’t ready to talk to anybody about his fateful discovery the previous evening, but realised he probably needed to go and see the detective who was handling the arson case for his house.
He let work know, that yet again, he would be late for work. At the police station, they called the detective down from his office. Soon they were in a meeting room where Steve explained what he found, handing over to Senior Detective Jones.
As he read the document his eyebrows raised.
“Well this is something!” He exclaimed. “It looks like your wife had $5,000,000 good reasons to want you dead Steve.”
“I know. That’s what I thought.” Replied Steve. “I just can’t believe it. I can’t believe she’d do such a thing.” And he shook his head.
“I know it’s hard to believe. She didn’t tell you about this policy did she Steve?”
“No.”
“And it is an unusually large amount to insure your life for?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“So we can only assume it was part of a plot.”
“I just can’t believe it.” Steve muttered again, shaking his head.
“So what do we do now?”
“Well I think we’re going to have to issue a warrant for her arrest. Have you got a photo of her?”
Steve hunted through his wallet and pulled out the snap of Jenny that he always carried and hand handed it over to Senior Detective Jones. He gave it a quick glance and placed in a folder that he had brought with.
“Have you got any idea where she might be.”
Steve shook his head. “None. I cam home on Friday and she had taken everything that wasn’t nailed down. She’d been through our bank accounts and credit cards and basically left me and the kids with nothing!”
“Wow!” Exclaimed the detective. “And not satisfied with that, she’s tried to have you killed! Amazing! People always seem to be able to find a way to shock you.”
“Yeah.” Agreed Steve.
“Ok Mr. Watkins. Leave it with us and we’ll do our best. Have you got one of my cards?”
Steve confirmed that he had. They exchanged goodbyes and then Steve trudged out to the car still wrestling with the fact that his wife was a potential murderer and he was the target!
The day dragged on from here. He went to the office, but the magical occurrences of the previous day had evaporated and he became bogged down in what seemed a never ending of customer issues and problems. At the end of the day he escaped the office feeling beaten and bloody. He went to Joys for dinner with the kids but did not breathe a word of their murderous mother.
