Miyu’s Law of Attraction

By Neil A. Hogan

The stage had been adorned in the latest holographic imagery, and the avatar of the speaker was suitably handsome, but for all the glitz and glamour it seemed like there were so many empty promises.

The Law of Attraction seminar had ended and, once again, Miyu was feeling a bit annoyed. It was the third she’d attended in the past few weeks, and all she had heard were platitudes and feel-good phrases that were great, but didn’t give her the solution that she was looking for.

She was in debt.

Heavily in debt. With interest. Even if she could get a job paying $2000 per week less tax, it would all go to the debt. Not to mention the living expenses. She intended to pay what she owed, but had tried every possible avenue she could think of, without success.

Jobs, affiliate marketing online, fund raising, investing in startups, and more.

Everything she had tried seemed to get her into even more debt. And now, after four years of trying to pay it off society’s way, she’d finally given up and was now exploring the fringes for a solution.

The Law of Attraction states that you can have anything you want in your life as long as you believe and know it would happen. She’d learnt that from books she’d read by Esther Hicks and Abraham. She learnt that from the movie The Secret. She’d learnt that from research done by Dolores Canon. And, she’d learnt that listening to other channeled beings like Bashar and Elan.

She had learnt that society made everyone believe you had to work for what you wanted. That it was just a belief and that she could break it, and get what she wanted now.

So, of course, she wanted at least $120,000 tomorrow, and had gone to many seminars looking for how it could be done.

A number of the seminars she’d been to, before she had discovered the LOA, had many of the audience asking the same question for much the same reasons.

Some of the ones she had met had laughed at her debt problem. It was nothing personal, it was just that they were a lot worse off than she, and remained optimistic. They wanted her to know that she shouldn’t worry so much. That she should lighten up a bit.

What had happened in society that had caused all these people to be in so much debt, and borderline homeless? There was definitely something wrong with the system.

But then she found people who had recovered from crippling debt. Had found a way out of it. Not from hard work, but simply by believing in something.

She thought it was impossible, but she had to investigate it. It was how she had heard about LOA. People were out there in crippling debt but due to their belief in LOA, the debt was getting smaller and they were getting their life back.

She looked back at the avatar moving her arms about at how her life had got better because of her belief. But the image of her was unclear as Miyu was fighting back tears.

None of these sessions told her a damn thing. How did they do it? What was the process?

Frustrated, knowing she’d wasted money she couldn’t afford, she threw the program guide in the bin, and made to leave the conference center.

A soft voice caused her to turn. “Wait,” he said. “Please.”

She looked back to see a gangly man with long hair, rough features, in a T-shirt and shorts, get out of one of the back seats and amble over to her.

She recognized him instantly as one of the Australians that had asked a question of the speaker earlier that day.

Australians. They always loved speaking with Japanese girls. She feigned interest, wanting to keep harmony, but she wasn’t feeling at all harmonious.

“Hai, I mean, Yes,” she said. “What is it?”

He grinned lopsidedly and slightly shyly, and Miyu realized, he wasn’t that unattractive. Still, the Australian men she had met tended not to be meat men, and she would have preferred some directness, confidence, and especially some muscle on his upper shoulders.

“Well, I saw you seemed to be getting more annoyed as the seminar went on, while those around you were smiling and clapping. I wanted to ask you why?”

Miyu opened her mouth and was about to tell him, when he pointed at the bar near the conference exit, his confidence suddenly shining through. “Over a drink?”

Actually, she thought, she could definitely use one. And if he slapped the wall next to her head and told her how interested he was in her, maybe she’d want something else.

—

The chocolate stout and the coffee porter were delicious, and she was enjoying the company of Nick. He wasn’t particularly attractive, and obviously had less money than she did, but he made her laugh, and that was very important today.

She had told him her story, he had told her his, and they had joked about the similarity of all the LOA preachers at the conference.

“So,” he said quietly, after she had put her hand affectionately on his shoulder. “I have the secret to the LOA in my room. Want to come and see?”

“Oh, come on,” said Miyu, having lived in the U.S. for over ten years, “That’s the worst hook up line I’ve ever heard!”

Nick grinned, slightly embarrassed. “How about, ‘Hey I’ve got some better drinks in my apartment…'”

Miyu shook her head, but continued smiling. She’ll give him another chance.

“I want you. Let’s go back to my place.”

“Now you’re talking,” she said.

They kissed passionately in the lift, and made love on the lounge room floor of his hotel room, then again in the bed.

While he wasn’t the best lover she had had, he was a wonderful diversion from the other stresses in her life, and she stroked his naked side as he slept, wondering if she could get him to do it again.

Then she slept in his arms, forgetting about the next day of the conference.

—

He had ordered room service, and the western breakfast was the sort of room service meal you would expect. Dry and cold, the tomato tasteless, not to mention the hard pancakes on the side.  But it was still filling, and that would give them enough energy to experience the last day of the conference.

She did miss her morning miso and natto, though.

“I didn’t tell you the secret,” he said.

“I thought you were making that up!” She held a piece of egg in her fork and pointed it at him. “Do you really have a secret to getting the LOA to work?”

“I wanted to prove it to you first.”

“How?”

“We made love,” he said, smiling. “When I first saw you appear I decided then and there I wanted to make love to you. Sorry, its a guy thing. We always think sex first.”

Miyu was frowning but waited for the answer.

“So, I took an action,” he said, then ate another piece of pancake, allowing her to wonder a bit longer. He chewed his food with a slight smile on his face.

“I don’t get it,” she said.

“LOA only works if you take an action towards what you want. If you want a car, there’s no point in sitting at home on your lounge thinking about getting a car. You should have the inital thought first, of course, imagine it in detail, make it seem real in your imagination, then release ‘the want’ to the universe. But that is only stage one. You could want all you want and, perhaps one day, the car will turn up. But you need to take action for the car to turn up sooner.”

“So, using our love making as an example,” Miyu said, “It wouldn’t have happened unless you took an action. You spoke to me. And then you were confident that the LOA would work, because you took action!”

“Exactly!” he said. “I manipulated the universe to be able to spend some wonderful time with you.”

“Well, when you put it that way!” she said, then laughed again.

Then she began to think. What action could she take about her debt? She’d been taking actions all the time, but they were to get jobs, earn money, find ways to earn cash to pay it off.

She realized she hadn’t actually tackled the debt directly. She hadn’t taken an action that might help her to get rid of the debt. No financial consultants, no talking with the banks, no discussing the issue with brokers. These were the actions she needed to take, not trying to earn more money to pay greater debts.

She decided she was not going to think about it until after the conference. Now that Nick was there, she wanted to stay longer, and hopefully, they’ll do it again that night.

And then she realized what she was doing. She was hoping, not taking action. She was just waiting for things to happen to her rather than making them happen.

This time, she would make it happen.

—

They spent the rest of the day together at the LOA conference, but most of the speakers gave stories about their experience, emphasizing the ‘believe in it and make it happen’ side. This time though the part that she had been missing was now quite obvious.

They’d all taken an action of some sort to make it happen.

And the action had corresponded with their joy.

And their joy hadn’t had any specific expectations on the outcome.

Until Nick had told her about the action stage, she had believed that believing was all there was, and hadn’t really noticed any of the other things in the story.

Now she knew. And she didn’t need the drink in the bar that night. She whispered in Nick’s ear at lunch time. “Let’s go back to your room for awhile.”

Nick grinned. “Of course,”

They made love again twice more at lunch time and then again that night. Even though they were both in their thirties they behaved like passionate teenagers, not being able to get enough of each other.

And Miyu was looking forward to telling her friends about the ‘Australian kiss’. Nick had the best tongue she’d ever had.

Sadly, Nick left the following morning for Australia, and Miyu returned to her homestay in Florida. Neither had the intention of contacting the other again, but they exchanged social media contacts and promised each other to keep in touch.

Long distance relationships rarely worked.

When Miyu got home, she put her newly learned LOA rule into practice. She imagined her debt being completely paid, even though her stomach said it was impossible. She focused on her intention to pay and that in this entire world there must be someone who can help her make things easier for her. She then released this to the universe and immediately contacted her first debt collection agency.

After being passed through a number of people, she finally spoke to someone in an area called the financial hardship department.

She’d never heard of it.

“It is important that you pay off this debt, ma’am. It will be forever a black mark against your name.”

Uncontrollably, Miyu started to shake, the fear and terror of her situation welling up inside her, threatening to stop her from speaking. For a moment, she had lost her resolve. But she reminded herself of her time with Nick, and her plan to take action.

She sniffed, wiped her tears, and took a deep breath.

“That no longer worries me, as I’m about to be made homeless,” she said, choking up and finding it a bit difficult to breathe. She stopped and took another deep breath and decided to be completely honest. “So, I’m at the point where suicide is preferable. What can you offer me?”

There was silence on the line as the man seemed to shift down a gear.

“Well, Miss Miyu. I’m really sorry to hear of your situation. Obviously many are going through a similar situation and if we made exceptions for everyone, then we would also go bankrupt.”

Miyu waited to hear what he would say.

“However, it looks like you’ve done your best to always send us some kind of payment in the past few years. I can see you have been suffering financial hardship for quite a while now.
What I can do is change the terms of the debt. The debt will still be here but will no longer incur interest. How much do you think you can commit to paying per week?”

Miyu took a deep breath. No interest! New terms? How was it possible? She thought fast. She wanted to pay it but she didn’t want to struggle. The best amount for both her and the agency would be…

“I can pay $50 a week ongoing. I’m really sorry, but that’s all I have spare.”

There was silence as the man tapped for awhile.

“Well, miss Miyu. That is all sorted. Your debt has been transferred to our financial hardship department, and you’ll be expected to pay $50 a week for the next 12 months. We’ll review your situation then. Will that be all?”

Miyu couldn’t believe it. “Honto? I’m mean, really? That is…,” she said. “Thank you thank you thank you.” She began to sob.

“It’s fine Miss Miyu. I will email your new terms and conditions. Don’t miss a payment though. If you miss just one, the terms will need to be renegotiated.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.”

After the call, Miyu sat down at her little table in her tiny room, and shook slightly, taking deep shuddering breaths. She had been able to reduce her debt with just a simple call. She had taken action and it had worked. The Law of Attraction worked.

But there was more to do.

With renewed vigour, she looked at her tray of bills and debts and began to call all the receivers and debt collectors one by one.

Energy bill, okay to delay payment for 90 days.
Gas bill, okay to pay in installments.
Personal loan, also renegotiated a smaller amount.
Credit card, renegotiated a lower interest rate.
Job, requested a raise. Meeting planned for tomorrow. She would show her sales figures and how her KPI had increased.

She began to feel she was floating, that it wasn’t real.

How was this possible?

But she knew. The universe would take care of her. As long as she took an action.

Miyu sat back in her chair, and laughed in joy.

It was time to see what else the LOA could do for her.