Are you looking for Law of Attraction techniques and Law of Attraction Tips? I have written post in the past that cover both of these topics. In this article I am going to share a story with you about my favorite technique that I use to make sure that everything I am grateful for is fresh on my mind: The Story of My Love Stone.
If you would like to learn more, check out my article on proving the Law of Attraction works and learn a few other tips and techniques that I use to help strengthen my abilities with using the law.
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The Story of My Love Stone
This my friends, is my love stone. It is a rock that I found one day while I was walking and thinking about the troubles that were falling on me while trying to focus on all the great things in my life.
I was walking down the road, lost in thought, when I kicked this rock. I stumbled and almost fell the moment this rock made certain to get my attention. Instantly I thought, “What the heck was that?” When I looked down, I noticed a large stone that seemed really out of place with all the other rocks along the road.
I stopped and picked up the rock. I noticed it was rather smooth yet slightly textured with small raised areas. It didn’t look like a naturally made rock. Instead, it seemed very man made and it was just about as heavy as a baseball.
As soon as I picked up the rock I swear I could hear it telling me a story. It told me it was out of place, scared, and bruised. Crazy part was, I was feeling the same way. I had lost my job, couldn’t afford to eat healthy, and felt discarded. Funny, to think I had something in common with this not-so-common rock.
The Rock’s Story
The rock told me (wow, it is hard to admit I was talking to a rock) that at one time it had lived in an aquarium. It spent everyday sitting on the bottom watching the seven pretty fish that lived in there with it. There was a scuba guy that seemed to have a routine life because he just stood in some bubbles raising a chest lid over and over again.
The rock told me about the world outside of the aquarium. It could see an entirely different world without water just past the glass. It wondered what life was like not surrounded by water. It wasn’t even sure it would like it out there, but still the thought was enticing.
Then one day the guy that always came and fed the fish started removing his fishy friends one by one. Outside of the water world he could see his friends in little bags. They didn’t look happy, but they did look safe.
Then to his surprise, the water was removed from the fish tank. At first, he was scared because he didn’t know if he could live in a world without water. He said that it scared him at first, but then he realized that his wonder about the outside world was starting to be answered.
Life Outside Wasn’t That Bad
The water was gone and he was just fine. Matter of fact, he enjoyed not being wet all the time. Then without warning, the guy picked up the aquarium and carried it through the house. The rock said it was hard to believe how much world there was even outside of the room.
The aquarium was carried outside of the house. The rock was still sitting inside. It was the first time he had ever seen a tree or even the sky. It filled him with some many questions and he didn’t even know what to call most of the new things he was witnessing.
The owner placed the aquarium on the back of a truck. (the rock called it a small walled room on wheels, but I thought it must have been a truck he was talking about) The next thing he knew they were traveling down the road. A very bumpy road.
One of the bumps was so hard that it busted the glass of the aquarium that was protecting him. During the next big bump, he bounced out of the broken glass and landed on the side of the road. He said he didn’t know how long he had been there, but it got dark once and then it became light again.
That’s when he heard me talking to myself while walking down the road. That’s right, I talk to myself when I am thinking. It helps me sort out the types of problems I am contemplating and helps to reinforce my thoughts of gratitude to hear them out loud.
He heard me coming and decided to do something to get my attention. “That’s when I used all my might to roll under your foot. Hit hurt when you kicked me, but it worked nonetheless.” I chuckled when the rock said these words.
I Loved the Rock’s Story and Feeling Emphatic, I Decided to Take the Rock Home With Me.
I took the Rock home and decided I was going to paint it with some paint pens that a friend that I loved had given to me as a gift. I decided I would use all the colors of the rainbow and outline it with white boarders. I decided to not use any black paint because I didn’t want any darkness to radiate from the stone.
As I painted the rock, I thought about everything and everyone that I love. I infused the things that I love and am grateful for into the rock with every stroke of the pens and every color of paint that I used.
I placed the rock on my nightstand next to my bed so that I could see it every morning when I got up and every night before I went to bed.
I put it in plain sight so that I would be reminded of all the great things in my life. It increased my feeling of love, something I was missing a lot of at the time, and gratitude every time a saw the happy stone.
I am sure the rock is happy to be my love stone even though I haven’t heard it speak since that first day. The rock has found a purpose in life and in return it has given me more joy than anyone can probably imagine.
Over the Following Years
Over the years, I have been able to put more great things in to the stone. Since then, I found a better job, found love and married the woman that gave it to me, became a grandfather, have made many new friends, and been surrounded by many other great things.
Everything I love fits inside the stone and nothing is lost and forgotten after I put it in there.
Adopt Your Own Love Object
I recommend you find something to put all of your love into and place it somewhere in plain sight. When your friends see your love object, don’t be shy and let them know exactly what it is. Maybe you can help them find a something to remind them what there is in life to be grateful for.
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