E-Squared: Nine Do-It-Yourself Energy Experiments That Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality (11 page)

Edwene didn’t have any money for the trip, so writing it down was, as she put it, a “bit of a joke.” But she figured,
What the heck!
She even went down to a travel agent, looked at brochures, and made a tentative reservation three months in advance of the date she decided she wanted to travel.

“I figured the worst that could happen is I’d be embarrassed in front of the travel agent when I wasn’t able to pay,” Edwene explained.

“That’s only because you don’t feel rich,” her teacher said. “You’re not vibrating as a rich person.”

“Well, I could have told you that,” Edwene replied. “Have you had a look at my checking account lately? I’m having trouble paying my electric bill.”

“That’s why you need to go out and do something to make yourself feel rich,” her teacher insisted.

Edwene decided her biggest challenge was the grocery store.

“I was one of those people who bought the bare minimum—beans, cornbread, flour, the basics,” she says. “I didn’t dare splurge on any of that foo-foo stuff. Nothing like bubble bath. I had a budget.”

So the next time she was at the grocery store, she decided to saunter over to the gourmet counter, just for a gander.

She noticed a bottle of olives stuffed with almonds. She took one look at that and just knew that was what rich people ate. So she bought it, took her groceries home, and called her friend Lana.

“Lana, I’m coming over. We’re going to sit by your pool, and we’re going to get out your new crystal wineglasses and drink that bottle of wine you just bought. We’re going to eat the olives I just splurged on, and we’re going to pretend we’re on an exotic vacation in Mexico City.”

“Say what?” Lana said.

She eventually agreed to play along. And sure enough, they sat by Lana’s pool, drinking wine, eating olives, laughing, and pretending to be vacationing in Mexico City.

“Well, darling, which pyramid should we visit tomorrow?” Edwene would ask. “Or maybe you’d rather go to the beach.”

And then Lana would answer, “Let’s do both, and after that we can walk through the marketplace and listen to mariachis.”

They had so much fun that Lana decided she wanted to go to Mexico City, too. The next day, she went down to the same travel agency and made her reservations.

Within a week, Lana’s mom called her and said, “Hey, guess what? I’d like to pay for that ticket to Mexico City.”

“And
I
was the one doing the affirmations,” Edwene now jokes.

A few weeks later, the travel agent called Edwene and informed her that unless she came down to pay for her tickets that day, she was going to have to let them go.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Edwene said to the travel agent, even though she felt like Old Mother Hubbard with the completely bare cupboards. She got in her car and decided it was time she had a severe talking-to with God.

“God,” she said, “now, I’ve done everything I know how to do here. I’ve made my list. I’ve done my affirmations. I’ve been acting rich. The way I figure it, the rest is up to you. And, Big Guy, since this travel agent is calling, I’m going to go ahead and go on down, and that money better be there.”

On the way to the travel agency, she got a hunch to stop by her mom’s house.

“Now I know myself well enough to know that I was probably thinking that if I told my mom about Lana’s mom buying her ticket, maybe she’d agree to buy my ticket,” Edwene admits.

She went into her mom’s house, acted just as sweet as can be, and told her mom about this vacation she and Lana had cooked up. She finished her story, looked up at her mom, and said, “And you know what? Lana’s mom even agreed to pay for Lana’s ticket. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“That
is
wonderful,” Edwene’s mom said. “What are you going to do?”

Discouraged, Edwene concluded her visit and started to walk out the door when her mom asked if she’d be kind enough to run out and get her mail.

Her mom’s house had a long driveway, so Edwene walked out to the mailbox, kicking at stones and cursing under her breath. On the way back, Edwene decided to take a little look-see through the mail. She noticed a letter addressed to her.

“Now understand, I hadn’t lived at my mom’s house for 15 years and hadn’t received mail there for 15 years,” she says.

Edwene, not having a clue who this person on the return address was, ripped open the envelope. Lo and behold, there was a letter from an old roommate who had gotten married since she and Edwene had lived together 15 years earlier. At the time, they were both young, poor, and forced to decorate with what Edwene calls “early Salvation Army.”

Not three months after they moved in together, Edwene landed a job teaching overseas and left the roommate, the apartment, and the used furniture behind.

Here’s what the letter said:

Dear Edwene: I was looking through the Houston phone book the other day and saw your parents’ address. I wanted to tell you that I’ve gotten married and moved into a nice new house with my husband. We furnished our house with new furniture, so I sold all that furniture we bought 15 years ago. Turns out—would you believe it?—that some of it was pretty valuable. I didn’t feel right keeping all the money since we had worked so hard to furnish that place. Please find a check for your half of the money.

“And do you know?” says Edwene. “It was exact amount I needed to pay for my ticket, to the penny, plus $100 for spending money.”

Edwene also added a funny sequel to her story. Sure enough, Lana and Edwene had a marvelous time in Mexico City. They shopped, sat by the pool, visited pyramids, and strolled through the markets.

“And everywhere we went, Lana got flowers,” Edwene says. “We’d be walking through the marketplace, and the mariachis would stop playing and bring Lana a gardenia. One day, we were on the bus and this guy jumps on, hands Lana a rose, and jumps off. One night at supper, this big white box arrives at our table. Lana opens it up and it’s a dozen orchids.

“By this time, I’m starting to feel left out. I say to God, ‘Look, buddy, I need a sign that I’m loved, too,’” Edwene says.

Not 15 minutes later, the waiter at the restaurant brought over the hors d’oeuvres.

“And that God has such a sense of humor,” Edwene laughs. “Do you know what that waiter brought? Olives stuffed with almonds.”

The Method

“The Western scientific community, and actually all of us, are in a difficult spot, because in order to maintain our current mode of being, we must ignore a tremendous amount of information.”

—C
LEVE
B
ACKSTER, PLANT RESEARCHER AND FORMER
CIA
AGENT

Even though this principle is one of the cornerstone spiritual principles (remember,
spiritual
just means the opposite of
material
), it actually first came to light not in a church, but in a physics lab. Yes, it was scientists who first discovered that, despite all appearances to the contrary, human beings are not matter, but continually moving waves of energy.

In this experiment you’re going to prove that your thoughts and feelings also create energy waves. Here’s what you do: Get two wire coat hangers, easy to obtain in most any closet. Untwist the neck of each hanger until you’ve got just two straight wires. These are your “Einstein wands.” Or rather they
will
be when you shape them into an L, about 12 inches long for the main part and 5 inches for the handle. Cut a plastic straw in half (you can score one free of charge at any McDonald’s), slide the handle that you just bent inside the straws (it’ll make your wands swing easily), and bend the bottom of the hanger to hold the straw in place.

Now, pretend you’re a double-fisted, gun-slinging Matt Dillon from
Gunsmoke
with the wands held chest high and about ten inches from your body. They’ll flap all over the place at first (like I said, you’re an ongoing river of energy), so give them a few moments to settle down. Once they’ve stopped flapping, you’re ready to begin the experiment.

With your eyes straight ahead, vividly recall some very unpleasant event from your past. Depending on the intensity of your emotion, the wands will either stay straight ahead (weak intensity) or will point inward, tip to tip. The wands are following the electromagnetic bands around your body, which have contracted as a result of the negative frequency generated by your unpleasant thought and emotions.

Now make your frequencies turn positive by thinking about something loving or joyous. The wands will now expand outward as your energy field expands to your positive energy flow.

Okay, now keep your eyes straight ahead, but focus your attention on an object to your far right or far left and watch your wands follow your thoughts. The more you play with this, the more adept you’ll become at feeling the vibrational shift as you change from one frequency to another.

Lab Report Sheet

The Principle:
The Alby Einstein Principle

The Theory:
You are a field of energy in an even bigger field of energy.

The Question:
Could it be true that I’m made up of energy?

The Hypothesis:
If I am energy, I can direct my energy.

Time Required:
Two hours of experimentation.

Today’s Date:
__________
Time:
__________

The Approach:
Wahoo, baby! With nothing but my powerful thoughts and energy, I can make these wands rock and roll. Just think what other magic I can undoubtedly do. As a famous president once said, “Bring it on.”

Research Notes:
________________________________

______________________________________________

“To be a true explorer in science—to follow the unprejudiced lead of pure scientific inquiry—is to be unafraid to propose the unthinkable, and to prove friends, colleagues, and scientific paradigms wrong.”

—L
YNNE
M
c
T
AGGART, AUTHOR OF
T
HE
F
IELD

EXPERIMENT #4

THE ABRACADABRA
PRINCIPLE:
Whatever You Focus
on Expands

“I can manipulate the external influences in my life as surely as I can make a baby cry by grinning.”

—A
UGUSTEN
B
URROUGHS
, A
MERICAN AUTHOR

The Premise

When I first heard my thoughts could bring material goods into my life, I did what any intelligent, thinking person would do. I scoffed. But I also decided to give it a try. What could it hurt to conduct a secret experiment?

Andrea, my teacher, said to write down three things I wanted. That’s all. I didn’t have to zap them out of thin air. I didn’t have to work out a budget. I just had to make a list. What the heck.
I want a bicycle, a computer, and a piano.

Within two weeks, I was the proud owner of a beautiful red mountain bike and an IBM PC Junior. The piano took a little bit longer. But some years ago, my friend Wendy, who was moving to Maryland, called and told me that if I’d come get it, I could have her beautiful cherrywood Kimball. My daughter, forced to take piano lessons, has been cursing me ever since.