Was relaying the story the other day of how I first became interested in the realm of beliefs and the profound effect they have on each individuals reality, but the story itself is all about pure synchronicity and the way this enables you to have a pure unshakeable belief, so this is what happened: -
January 1997, I’ve been reading a book called The Magic of Thinking Big, by David Schwartz and crazy positive things have been happening in my life, my attitude has changed, I’m believing in the power of positive thinking and life is going great, but I suddenly start getting depressed about £3,000 that I owe on my credit card. One Saturday morning at work as a Telemarketing Manager, I explain my distress to a new employee I’d just hired a couple of weeks before, who coincidentally worked with my Sister in Lanzarotte selling time share the previous year. So she requests we go for a drink after work to talk about it, during which she tells me to book a ticket to go out and meet my Sister and do what she’s doing; “she’s earning a bucket of cash out there, probably even as much as £3,000 a week” she says “take a month off, go and make your money, come back and you’re out of debt”. Brilliant! I now know exactly what I’m going to do and am confident that my money troubles are over, so I buy the next round of drinks to celebrate. “I’m going to win the lottery today!” she proclaims as I sit back down having got back from the bar “what makes you say that?” I ask curiously knowing she isn’t joking. “A psychic told me I was going to win a year ago, but when it didn’t happen she told me she’d got the year wrong and the day I was due to actually win was in exactly a years time, which is today”, “really?” I ask “it’s weird that they can be so specific but yet get it so wrong” I continue “but I guess if you’re gonna win, you’re gonna win and that’s the main thing” and we pretty much left it at that drinking our drinks and leaving. I called my girlfriend, who was in Oslo for a couple of weeks to tell her of my plan to go to Lanzarotte and asked her if she wanted to join me, which she did and so I trondled my way back home on the underground. On my way home I stopped off at the news agents to buy a lottery ticket, well you never know, and as I’m waiting in the queue I hear someone at the front say “oh and I’ll have a scratchcard too…” and then all of a sudden a voice in my head said “that’s it!”, it was actually my voice, but I was all of a sudden overcome with an absolute complete conviction that buying a scratchcard was “the answer”! The unshakeable belief was profound, I’d never been so convinced of something in my life to the point that I became aggitated when somebody started pushing into the queue because I thought that they might inadvertantly purchase the ticket, my ticket which was “the answer” to everything. I reasoned with myself that if this was supposed to happen it would happen regardless of whether someone else had pushed in front of me. So I get to the front of the queue, hand in my slip for the lottery ticket and ask for a £50,000 scratchcard, not 2 or 3, just one scratchcard and then I leave the shop. On my way home I plan exactly what I’m going to do with all the money, who I’m going to give what, what I’m going to buy, where I’ll visit, and I’m doing this for about 15 minutes before I come to the realisation that this is probably completely crazy and the fact that I was absolutely convinced I’d won was entirely unfounded until I actually could see with my very eyes that I have the winning ticket. So I decide there and then, in the queue at the chip shop on West Ferry Road, to start scratching off the metalic covering…first number £50,000, second number £50,000, don’t really remember what denominations the next three are but they don’t make the trio that is required and so it’s all resting on this final scratch…I can see a five, it’s followed by a zero and then, oh my god I can see a comma…it’s followed by three more zero’s, it’s FIFTY F***ING THOUSAND POUNDS! I blink and widen my eyes to get a proper look just in case my eyes really are deceiving me, nup, I was right the first time I HAVE WON FIFTY THOUSAND POUNDS!!! The first thing I do is call my girlfriend who thinks I’m joking, and who wouldn’t, it’s not the kind of thing that happens every day, but let’s face it, it’s a pretty crappy joke if you are, what’s the punchline ‘not really! But I fooled you anyway’,well no actually you didn’t and now I think you’re even sadder because the conversation has just hit an all time low, well done eedjut! So I go home and ask my flatmates to check the ticket just in case I’m just complete deluded. Their incessant jumping up and down confirm it for me, their spontaneous bolt out of the house to buy tickets themselves, just in case Tottenham might have been sporadically peppered with winning tickets confused me somewhat, but it was the confirmation I was looking for none-the-less.
So how strange is that? The fact I was reading The Magic of Thinking Big, the fact I’d just hired a girl that co-incidentally worked with my Sister, that she told me to go for a drink, that she instilled me with the confidence I needed to know I was going to be debt free, that she told me she was going to win the lottery, that I was absolutely, without a doubt convinced I was going to buy the winning ticket!! Synchronicity? Or did my unshakeable belief actually make it happen? But what instilled that absolute confidence in me???
