Radical Attraction - A Law of Attraction Story

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.

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In this episode Steve continues to work at getting his life back on track and starts to explore Gus's mysterious system. It looks  like it's onwards and upwards!

Chapter 6

Steve headed back to the car the ducks were still in full voice. Starting the car, he pointed  it in the direction of the local electrical store so he could buy all the things on his list.

The salesman thought it has lucky day as Steve went round the store selecting all the things on his list. Curious as to why Steve was buying so much stuff, he was shocked when learned it was Steve’s destroyed car on the news the previous night.

“I think you need every bit of help you can get!” He announced as he totalled up Steve’s invoice. “I’ll give you some extra discount. The boss won’t like, but you need al the help you can get!”

“Great!” Thought Steve as he headed around to the loading dock to pick up his stuff. He could hardly believe the deal he had just been given!

Heading back home. After making a call to his Mum to make sure everything was OK with her and the kids. He confirmed he would pick up Joel for his basketball game at

2-00pm and he settled into unloading the electrical goods followed by hand me downs from his Mum. With in a couple hours the house was started to look like a home again. Surveying the fruits of his labour, Steve felt a pang of satisfaction.

Locking the house he connected the trailer back up to the car so he could take it back to Mike. Arriving at Mike’s, the house looked eerie and he swore that he saw the curtains move as though some was watching him. Thinking he was becoming paranoid, he disregarded it and disconnected the trailer and put it back on the lawn where it back where he had a found it.

“Now to the supermarket and get some food.”

As he drove he began to think about the “mysterious” Gus had talked about.

“What do I intend?”

For a while he thought about this.

What did he intend?

“I intend to be a great Dad.”

“Yep.” He thought. ”That’s important to me.”

“I intend to be happy and positive.”

He started to get into a groove.

“Yep. That’s important too.”

Steve noticed how good these intentions made him feel and how they to seemed to give a positive direction and a feeling of forward momentum.

“I intend to be wealthy…No…I intend to have lots of money…No ……I intend to be  prosperous and abundant...Yes, yes...I intend to be prosperous and abundant!”

Moving on.

“I intend to do well in my job….No….I intend to excel in my work!….Yes that’s it.”

Then.

“I intend to be paid well for my work…No, no.. .I intend to be highly paid for my work….. Yes that’s it! I intend to be highly paid for my work!”

“I intend to find new friends…No, no…I intend to have great friendships….Yep. Want to have lot’s of great friends.”

“I intend to be a good person…No….I intend to have a great life. Yes! I intend to have a great life!”

 These thoughts both buoyed and empowered Steve and made him feel really good, even after the terrible events of the last couple of days.

Before he knew it, he had reached the supermarket. He pulled into the car park, quickly finding a spot near the door. Entering, he grabbed a trolley and went about loading it with groceries for him and the kids for the next week. He enjoyed the freedom of being able to select the foods that Jenny wouldn’t let him buy, because she didn’t like them. Man’s food! A celery free zone! Yeah! Soon he had enough and headed towards the cash register. Paying with cash, he exited to the car park and loaded the groceries into the car and headed home.

As he packed the groceries away in the kitchen cupboards, he continued to think,

“I intend to be trim, fit and healthy. Definitely! Maybe I should have bought the celery.”

“I intend to be strong at this time. Yep.”

“I intend be the best person I can be! Oh yes!”

Steve was enjoying himself intending great things into his life. It was becoming a game and it was fun.

“Maybe I should write them down. No I’m going to put them in my phone!” He thought.

Knowing he wasn’t the best at putting pen paper. So he fired up the kettle he had just purchased and made himself a sandwich whilst he waited for the kettle to boil. Once it was bubbling, he made some coffee and settled in keying his intentions into his phone so he could review them anytime.

Feeling quite chuffed with himself, he packed everything up, locked the house and headed off to pick up the kids to take them to Joel’s basketball game.

Life was starting to feel a little more normal as he and Stephanie enjoyed watching Joel’s team eek out a 34 to 26 victory in what was a hard fought game. Then it was off to Dolce’ Dominica’s, the best gelati shop in town, for a victory cone. The kids both opted for the double chocolate option whilst Steve had his favourite French vanilla and blood orange

As they sat out the front of the ice cream shop, Joel and Stephanie asked him about Jenny. They wanted to know where she was, why she had left and were they ever going to see her again?  They were really worried about what was going to happen?

These were hard questions and Steve had to be honest and say he didn’t know all the answers. He did tell them that he loved them and he would do his very best to sort things out. They seem to accept this well enough.

Once the ice cream was expertly consumed, they headed back to his Mum’s house. He had decided the kids should stay with her one more night. Then they could come home and settle in.

Joy, his mum, was pleased to see them and very happy that Joel had had a win. It was fine with her for the kids to stay one more night and suggested they have a BBQ for dinner. The weather was good and so it was a good opportunity to enjoy it.

Soon, Steve had fired up the BBQ and began cooking the sausages, kebabs, chops and his favourite ribs. Joy made salads and baked potatoes and it wasn’t long before they were sitting at Joy’s outside dining setting, thoroughly enjoying the spread of food. Steve ate a little more than he should because it was so delicious. He was starting to feel a little more relaxed about his predicament and was beginning to feel optimistic that he could make a go of looking after the kids by himself. Whilst he and Joy washed the dishes together, they talked about the logistics of getting the kids to and from school and to the after school activities they had. Joy had told him she was happy to help out wherever she was needed and had told Steve that it was important to her that kids did not suffer.

When all the cleaning up was done they sat to watch  “Toy Story 3” on DVD that Joy had rented. They all laughed together and enjoyed themselves as life’s troubles drifted away and some normality started to appear. Then kids went to bed. Steve kissed them goodnight, kissed his Mum good night and went home and flopped into bed, tired from a busy but successful day.

He awoke. Startled by the sound of a tin can hitting the pavement. He rubbed his eyes and saw that the clock radio was saying it was 2-43. Then he heard the side gate rattle and he bolted from his bed. He ran down the hall and grabbed for the light switch next to the door. As it clicked it down, he could see the glow of all the lights outside going on through the window.  He fumbled with the deadlock of the front. Finally he got the chain to slide off. He turned the handle of the lock and charged outside.

His eyes were met by the glare of flames flickering up the side of the house. Then he heard the scuttle of feet running up the road, followed by the slamming of a car door and the screech of tires, as a car roared of into the darkness. Steve shook his head, trying to clear the sleepiness from his head. He could see flames licking up the side of the house were now reaching the guttering. The acrid smell of burning paint and wood tore at his lungs causing him to cough and splutter. He put his hand over his mouth and nose and ran to the tap. Grabbing the coiled garden hose that was lying on the ground, he screwed the tap to maximum and started spraying the base of the flames, which were growing in intensity.

All of sudden another spout of water joined Steve’s next door neighbour also trained his garden hose on the flickering flames. Yells filled the air as people from the surrounding houses spilled out onto the street to see what all the commotion was about. Then a wail of sirens could be heard after someone had alerted the fire brigade. Soon the flickering of the blue and red lights from the fire trucks reflected off the surrounding houses creating an eerie sight.

Steve and Tom had done a great job restricting the penetration of the flames on the house. Very quickly the fireman unfurled their hoses and trained two intense streams of water onto the house. Steve and Tom stood back as the experts quickly extinguished the remaining flames.

Once the smoke had cleared, a large black scar could be seen up the side of the house. As Steve thanked the fireman for their quick action, they told him it was quite apparent that an accelerant such as petrol had been used to start the fire. The police soon also arrived on the scene. Once they realised that Steve was also the subject of the car bombing the day before, their concern increased, suggesting that Steve might want to move elsewhere for his own safety. After making a statement and answering the polices questions, Steve decided he would stay for there rest of the night, as there would be police stationed there until the arson squad arrived in the morning.

It was 5Am before all the excitement died down and Steve trudged inside to catch a couple hours of sleep, unable to believe that another attack had been on his life. Whoever it was very persistent but not very effective!

At around 8Am he woke feeling groggy and very uptight. He headed for the shower where he spent a good 20 minutes waking up and enjoying the massaging of the hot jets of water. After drying himself, he dressed in the first jeans and t-shirt that he encountered in the wardrobe and went outside to check out the damage to the house. As he made his way outside the two policemen who were on duty, nodded their acknowledgement to him.

The air was still thick with the acrid smell of smoke. The right hand side of the house was charred but the damaged seem superficial and Steve counted himself to be very lucky to still have a house. A feeling of paranoia was building within in Steve as he wondered where this was all going to end. The police had offered little advice other than to be careful, which Steve thought wasn’t very original.

After spending about 20 minutes looking at the damage, he decided he’d head over to his Mum’s to let her know what happened, before she saw it on the news. Steve told the policeman where he was going, reversed the car out of the garage and made his way to Joy’s.

Gus’s advice rung in his head. “Think you want.”

But his nerves were jangled at this stage, it was difficult to envisage his desires because of stress and fear that emanated from someone making a fourth attempt on his life.

He tried a different tack. “What do intend?”

He started….

“I intend to be…..I intend to be ….calm?…Yep. I intend to be calm!”

“I intend to be positive. Certainly. I intend to be calm and positive. That’s it!”

It was funny how just making this intention made Steve feel alot better.

“I intend to build a great new life.”

“I intend to be happy!”

Now he felt really good!

Joy was surprised to see him so early on a Sunday. But her face filled with the lines of worry and shock as Steve recounted the events of last night. She begged him not to go back. Whilst she made him some breakfast and a strong coffee, they discussed what to tell the kids. They decided it would be best they stay with Joy for time being and Joy finally relented on Steve staying the house. He told his Mum he believed that who ever it was that was wreaking havoc with his life, wouldn’t dare to have another attempt to burn down the house. Especially now that the police said they would be patrolling the street very regularly.

Not long after, Stephanie and Joel woke up and came into the kitchen looking for breakfast. Steve told them as gently as he could what had happened at the house and that were now going to stay and Joy’s for a while until things settled down.

The kids were stunned by the story and were disappointed they couldn‘t go home, even though they did enjoy being at Joy’s. To overcome the gloom that had settled upon, Steve suggested they go out for the day. They all agreed that a ride on “Puffing Billy”, the steam train that runs up in the hills outside the city, would be the best things to do.

When Joy and the kids were ready they all jumped into the car and set course for the little trains station an hours drive away. The sun shone and everything was set for a fun day.

The little station from where the steam train departed was nestled in a valley among some gum trees, presenting a very pretty setting. The platform was teeming with people waiting to catch the little train, which took a winding and hilly route through beautiful scenery.

This train ride had always been one of the kid’s favourite treats and todays ride proved to be no different.  They hung their legs out of the open carriages and waved at all the people they passed at the level crossings and houses that dotted along the route. When they arrived back at the station after three hours of fun, Stephanie and Joel hassled their father for an ice cream cone. Joy volunteered to pay and so for the second time in two days they munched on delicious cones before returning home from a day where they had forgotten about the dramas that had visited their lives.