Oct. 15 Time for Reading & Law of Attraction

Since afternoons and evenings are free, I have had plenty of time and some concern about the risk of boredom or ennui. So far, as I write this after one week, that has not been the case. The home-stay family has been very friendly, Yolanda and her sons Andres and Aron and daughter Andrea. Andres speaks great English, although after Sunday we have avoided using it, and works for a shipping company. Aron is not around as much but Andres said he is a nurse and I understand he is continuing some sort of medical studies. Andrea helps around the house, and has been especially helpful since her mother broke a bone in two places in her lower leg Tuesday night, which required a few days stay in the hospital while they pinned the bone back together. She’s a sweet lady and a good embodiment of the love that holds Tico families together and makes Costa Rica a great country.

In browsing through a couple of shelves of books near their television I picked out a paperback titled “Revolution Against War,” by D. Park Teter, since I knew I would have plenty of time and had only brought with me “A History of God” and a collection of American Indian literature, “Song of the Turtle,” given to me by my Nosara friend Helder.

A reference to hidden creative power on the back cover was enough to get me started and it turns out the book’s theme fits right in with the law of attraction, although published in 1990 and based on the author’s own discovery and research process following a highly unusual event of ‘coincidence’ in his life

Well, I just restarted my computer after a blue screen crash, and lost the last couple of paragraphs I wrote about Teter’s book and theory. According to his view, there are no accidents or coincidences, but rather so-called reality is a projection of a ‘dream’ dreamed by the collective public that also has specific personal meaning for each individual. I’m not sure what meaning I should place in my computer crash and the loss of my initial description of his thesis, but perhaps, according to his idea, the universe is telling me not to place too much meaning in it. Of course, that interpretation would validate his point. Perhaps it was just a simple computer crash because Microsoft’s Vista operating system is a piece of shit.

I have also been listening to a series of CD lectures called “Infinite Possibilities, The Art of Living Your Dreams,” by a former accountant named Mike Dooley, who also lectures and has a website, www.tut.com based on ‘Totally Unique Thoughts.” His fundamental premise is that ‘thoughts become things,’ which he expounds upon for 12 hours. Like Teter and Abraham-Hicks, this is another takeoff on the law of attraction, and Dooley cites the channeled information from a spirit called Seth, as recorded in a book by the same name, as the source for much of his information.

The reader of this journal may or may not be disposed toward such thinking, and many would even find this sort of thinking delusional. But I feel like there have been too many fortunate breaks and coincidences in my life to ignore material such as this, because these theories describe my life and how it has unfolded, to a large extent. I would also point to books by Wayne Dyer or Deepak Chopra as sources of related information and views, and these are bestsellers so there are many people of similar minds.

Last Monday, after my first conversational Spanish class turned into a discussion about the law of attraction, with the three of us all testifying, in Spanish, about our own experiences that seem to validate this law, I went to check my email on one of the school’s computers available for students. There was an email Jane had forwarded with a ‘thought of the day’ from the tut.com website. I was from ‘The Universe’ and read:

“Ever wonder what would make life's fleeting pain and sorrow totally and unquestionably "worth it," jane? How about living forever, wildly in love and loved wildly? Yeah, baby

“Thoughts become things... choose the good ones!”

I responded that I have been listening to the CDs from this same guy, Mike Dooley, which I found among her miscellaneous CD collection on a shelf in our bodega, or storage room, in Nosara. She replied later that she wasn’t aware of the CDs, but had been turned on to the guy by a couple of pals at the yoga retreat she was attending at the time in Italy. That’s a little coincidence, but it’s the type that has been occurring multiple times per week, especially as it relates to Costa Rica. If I’m delusional, I’m happy in my delusions in Nosara, while it seems most everyone I know back in the US is experiencing various forms of misery.