Bruno

Prologue

    I once had a girlfriend who persuaded me — with adulation, sex, gifts and financial assistance — to elope with her to Las Vegas.  She was convinced, I later found out, that I was Shakespeare (in a former life).  The night she admitted her motive, after some fairly raucous fun, she allowed as how she had tried and tried and tried to marry me in several different lifetimes, and, having succeeded, she now was fulfilled.

    Wishes do come true, at least if they are backed up with the unambiguous, precise and unflaggingly resolute intention that they be so.  The reason you can’t ’win the lottery’ has nothing do with the mathematically astronomical ‘odds’ of winning.  You don’t win the lottery because you hope, or wish, or think it would be nice to win; or desperately need to win (you tell yourself) … you do, literally, ever single thing you don’t need to do to win the lottery, and you do not do the one thing you do need to do to win the lottery:  Intend to win.  Know you HAVE won.  Buying two Quick Picks guarantees that you will not win (except purely by chance, like everyone else), because purchasing the second ‘draw’ means that you have doubts about the first draw.  And so, you’ve lost before the numbers are drawn.

    My once-upon-a-time girlfriend’s intention to marry me, in this lifetime, was sharp and strong.  She was resolute in her goal to persuade me to marry her.  What she was not so precise in was the intention to stay married to me, or to have a happy and fulfilling marriage. Consequently, having sated her lust to wed (and repeatedly and vigorously bed me) we parted ways not long after — she hired a lawyer, without discussing the matter with me, and surprised me with divorce papers while I was at work, claiming that I had had intimacies with other women (I had not — why would I?) so that I would not get any of her money — or at least the money the cult she joined wanted her to give to it.  She eventually found another husband, and she died an early death some ten years after we parted.  I wonder if he got all of her money, or if she managed to ‘donate’ it to that cult, who feeling threatened by me, succeeded in persuading her to change me out for someone who was more obedient to its goals?

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    I understand, something at least, about the power of intention.  Pure unwavering, clear and precise intention.  Intention need not be “strong” or “forceful” to be effective, and indeed, the best and most effective intention is fairly quiet, calm and unenturbulated.  It is also persistent.  Sometimes even the best of intentions do not produce the intended result like a rabbit being pulled out of hat ‘right before your eyes’.  Sometimes the material world has to be brought into alignment with your intention.  

    Let me offer and example.  Some years before my-once-upon-a-time-soon-to-divorce-me-girlfriend came along and snared me, I had become disillusioned with my lot in life.  It was not that it was a bad lot in life; and in face, a lot of people would have envied me.  I had two beautiful children who I adored, a wife who, while she did not really value me, and who avoided having sex with me in favor of the lover she had taken and for whom she eventually jilted me, at least allowed me the consideration of watching me jerk off there in our marital bed.  I sometimes think that, 

To be continued.