I promise and swear on all sacred, on my word, that this is the truth. I changed her name to a fake name.
7 years ago, my oldest son, 33 year old Matt, moved in with me. He was divorcing his 39 year old wife, Mary, and they separated. They had been married 6 years. He was upset because she used meth daily to keep her young figure, she said, and she refused to stop it. She had it under control, in a way, but still refused to stop. He also wanted a child, and she could not get pregnant. She told him when they got married that she could not get pregnant and they had frequent sex for 6 years and she never got pregnant. He begged her to adopt or just take in a foster child, and she refused. He also begged her to attend church with him, a UNIVERSALIST CHURCH that he attended and loved and she hated. She "didn't need no religion" she told him. So he left her, filed for divorce, and she moved away to Florida, to her parent's home, where they had met. That was in March, 2002.
That summer, in July, he began reading my books. (I have a library of books on Esoteric beliefs, esoteric religion, Gnostic Religion and parapsychology.)
He read two of my books, POSITIVE THINKING and POSITIVE IMAGING by Norman Vincent Peale. He found them very fascinating and very interesting. After he read them both, he asked me if I really believed in it. Of course, I told him YES. He then told me that he missed her very much, that he still loved her and wished they could have agreed to adopt a child and work it out. But it was hopeless, he said.
I argued NO, NOTHING IS HOPELESS IF YOU CAN THINK POSTITVE AND BELIEVE IT. The trick is you have to believe it, have faith and think positive.
So we discussed it at length and I asked him how bad did he want it. He said more than anything. He said he did not know if he believed in the books, but he believed in his dad and he believed that "FAITH AND HOPE IN GOD" could produce a miracle.
So I told him, (to demonstrate my faith and belief) that I would teach him how to make it happen, if he would agree to do whatever I told him to do. He agreed. He promised. I got a small pad of Yellow Postums, (also called Stickums) and I wrote on one of them
MARY WILL QUIT THE DOPE
and on a 2nd one
MARY WILL HAVE A CHILD
and on a 3rd
MARY WILL ATTEND CHURCH.
And I stuck them on the bathroom mirror that we shared. He said DAD, WE DON'T WANT ANYONE TO SEE THAT, DO WE?
So I agreed he was right and I removed them, and I changed it to initials, or abbreviations that read
MWQD
MWHC
MWAC and that only us two would understand what they meant if a visitor saw them.
We agreed to every time we brushed our teeth or stood in front of the mirror to read them over and over out loud. I explained to him the power of the spoken word, and saying it was better than reading or thinking it.
He promised to do it often everyday and I did too.
I also got two spiral notebooks, the large ones, one for each of us.
Every evening, as we watched TV together, we would sit with our notebooks and write repeatedly, over and over again, at least 100 times daily, MWQD, MWHC, MWAC over and over again, filling up 4 pages daily was out goal.
He wrote it much more than I did, more often too, and we both did it for July, August, and September everyday, every evening. Never did we waiver. In the bathroom, we both repeated it out loud several times. He started a 2nd pad and got half way through it. I did fill up my notebook too.
In October, after not hearing from her for 4 months, after the divorce was final, after they had both dated others, she phoned him on a Thursday evening. She said a major storm was coming to Orlando and that the entire city was being evacuated. She said she had no money and no job and no where to go. She told him to ask his dad if she could come spend the weekend at my house, to stay on the sofa, just for the weekend. (I had no spare bed room, other than Matt's room)
He told her that he just got a new fishing boat and a new tent, and was taking it camping over the weekend at a large major lake. And he invited her to go with him camping, and she agreed to meet him at the lake.
Well, they went to the lake, they had sex in the tent only once, he said, they argued and fought most of the time, and after two days, he came home and she went back to Florida. 6 weeks later, in mid November, at the age of 40, she phoned him and said GUESS WHAT? I AM PREGNANT!
She agreed to quit the dope, and she did, she agreed to attend church and they did. She agreed to keep the child and not terminate the pregnancy. They remarried and have a 6 year old son now, named Aaron.
I could give you two more examples of this, but I am tired of typing.
I won't debate or argue it, that is just not me.