The World is Full of Wonderful Things
It's quite easy to get caught up in being reasonable, being intellectual, even being fearful these days. We'd like you to think about opening up to the wonderful things that happen in the world; that have happened in your life. Begin to believe again that this extraordinary world has all the answers and they are yours.
We had a "guest speaker" recently, Dr. Walter Russell. Yes, it was an honorary degree since he had formal education to the primary level only. However, because he believed in himself he was quite an accomplished man. He worked with and spoke to Presidents, leaders of industry such as Ford, Edison, Carnegie, he designed and built great hotels such as the Hotel des Artistes in New York, he was a great artist, a great lecturer and respected teacher. His center was the great universal power we all share. He made no bones about life amounting to mere superficiality if we look only at the results, for back of it all is the greatest power in the universe. We call it, and he did too, God power.
Let's relate a story about Walter from his early years back in the early 1900's:
Excerpt from "The Man Who Tapped The Secrets of the Universe" by Glenn Clark
When he was fifteen years old and working his way through art school by means of a job that brought him $12.00 a week, the girl he was going with announced that the opera company was coming to the city to present a series of grand operas. "I want you to take me to the opera," she said.
"That is exactly what I am planning to do," he replied. He meant that he was planning to take her to one performance, but she thought that he was going to take her to all the performances. The cost for the entire series was $79.60, a sum that he had not anticipated seeing for several years!
"The entire series!", he exclaimed. "That's impossible!".
"Did I hear you say impossible?", she replied. "You are the last person in the world that I would ever expect to hear say that word."
He took her remark to heart. When the time came for the opera series to begin he found himself standing at the end of a long line of people waiting to purchase tickets with $6.00 in his pocket but with ABSOLUTE FAITH IN HIS HEART THAT BEFORE HE REACHED THE WINDOW HE WOULD HAVE THE $79.60 NECESSARY TO PURCHASE THE ENTIRE SERIES. (note from P&H: please note that absolute faith is one very necessary ingredient, not hoping or wishful thinking.)
He stood in line all night in order to get a good place. (note from P&H: This is what we teach about "treat and get off your seat"; you do have to let the power work through you, Not sit back and wait for the tickets to appear on your nightstand.) In the morning a man said to him, "Sonny, would you like to make $5.00?"
"Yes, sir, how?, he asked.
"By selling me your place in line so I can get to my office by nine," the man replied.
Quick as a flash he replied, "I'll do better for you than that. Give me the money and I will deliver the tickets to you."
Without even asking his name, the man gave him the money and his address, and he put it down in a notebook. Holding the money between his fingers and with the notebook and pencil in hand, looking like a bookmaker at the races, he became a magnet drawing scores of people to him. By the time he reached the box office he had the amount necessary for the entire series for his sweetheart and himself, and $110.00 in excess, enough to carry him though months of school. The strange thing is that no one even asked his name or address. When one trusts this inner universal power it automatically draws forth the trust of the people one deals with. ~~end of selection.
Some of you may think, "that's a nice story, but someone probably made it up." Well, we have one for you from our own lives.
About 5 years ago we found ourselves moving to British Columbia, Canada. We weren't sure if we'd stay 2 years or 2 months, so we put an ad in the newspaper to housesit. Our trip began from Washington, DC in August and we were taking our time driving across country. We got a call from a woman after the first ad ran saying she might be interested, and to give her a call when we arrived about 3 weeks later. We arrived with ABSOLUTE TRUST that the perfect situation would manifest. Our next contact with her was initially disappointing. She said they had decided to advertise the house for sale and didn't feel right about perhaps having to ask us to move out again on short notice if the house was sold. We told her we would accept those conditions. We had not even met her yet!
An appointment was made to meet her at the house, "to see if you would be comfortable there", as she said. It was a beautiful $500,000 home perched on a cliff right on the lake, fully furnished with sound systems, TV, radios, even cameras. They apologized they didn't have a computer for us! The boat house was equipped with a motor boat and a sail boat, wet suits and even a canoe. After the 20 minute meeting in which she was showing us the house, we told her we could indeed be comfortable there and a meeting was scheduled with her husband.
Her husband was a successful lawyer with offices to match. We told him we weren't sure of our schedule, how long we would be staying in British Columbia, but would like to have a quiet place to write our book. He beamed and said that's a wonderful thing to do. He next asked if we really thought we'd be comfortable at the house. Certainly, we replied. He asked what arrangement had been made with his wife regarding the utilities. We told him that since he would have to keep some heat in the house whether it was occupied or not, we had agreed to split the bills. He frowned and said, "That's just not right", then explained that in the winter months because of the floor to ceiling windows that afforded us a grand vista of the mountains, lake and northern lights the heating bills ran between $700 and $800 a month. We admit, at that moment our hearts felt a bit heavy, but we didn't say anything. His next sentence was, "we have an arrangement with the electric company to average the bills over the year and it works out to about $200 a month. That's what I think you should pay." Guess what? We agreed.
The meeting ended with us signing an agreement saying that we would vacate within 30 days if the house was sold and pay $200 for heat and whatever our actual phone bill was. Oh, we were also asked not to rent the guest house, but to certainly make use of it for visitors. On their end they stated and lived up to the agreement that neither the realtor nor they would come to the house without 24 hours notice. The handyman, however, was exempt from this clause, if we called him first for repairs.
That was it. We signed an agreement and moved in. They didn't even ask for our identification!
We spent 9 months there with great vistas from the wrap-around decks. One night we had the northern lights, a comet that was making its way across the heavens and even the full moon. The sky was so large from our vantage point that there was room enough for it all, and we enjoyed them doubly because they were reflected in the lake. At Christmas time we even found boxes and boxes of decorations in the garage and we dressed up the house for the season.
On leaving, the lawyer's secretary came 1/2 hour before we left for "inspection", that we requested. She told us she didn't know what to do really because she had never been in the house and wouldn't know if anything was wrong anyway. So instead we chatted awhile, asked if she wanted our forwarding address. "No", she said.
Except for the very pleasurable time of meeting the owners of the house for a total of less than an hour, we spoke to them only for about 5 minutes in all the time we were there. They came into our lives when we needed them and left just as quickly. Oh, they did give us a note. It said "Thank you for being in our home."