jack
24th October 2011, 02:21
I remember when I was a young kid and had to ride on my bicycle to school. There was this house to my left as i went up a pretty steep hill that i always had to cross. Every single day this fukwit of a dog would come racing out to me biting at my legs and the tyres, it used to scare the living cr@p outta me. This kept happening every single day, and no matter how fast I would go the little poop would always catch me and start nipping at my legs. Thats when I found out about manifestation and stuff. I was reading that events such as this that kept happening were because there was a part deep inside of me that was afraid. Aside from that even when I was around good tempered dogs they would take a dislike to me. So I went to my room and started imagining I was on my bicycle going up that hill and the dog comes running out at me. Straight away I notice sensations in my body, a heavy feeling in my chest, a weak feeling in my legs. So i focused on them and allowed them to move, which it seemed eager to do once my focus was on the sensation. It flowed out my legs. I started to think about the dog again, projecting myself into that situation. It no longer caused a reaction inside of me, there was no fear, it just was what it was.
The next day I start making my way to school. I had completely forgot my little exercise the night before and hopped onto my bike and proceeded along my merry way. I was cycling up to the house and it wasnt even registering in my brain, I was completely focused on something else (probably the homework that my cat ate). Just as i passed the house the dog ran out at me, in a split second, as quick as you'd click your fingers a lorry ran straight into him.
The dog didnt die, but did indeed gain a new found respect for the road and anything that might be on it and an awkward cast around his leg for the next number of months. But he never to this day, nor any other dog for that matter has ever barked at me or tried to bite me. I have made very good friends with every dog ive come into contact with since then, and they generally seem to have a pretty good time for me. Its funny how life works.
The next day I start making my way to school. I had completely forgot my little exercise the night before and hopped onto my bike and proceeded along my merry way. I was cycling up to the house and it wasnt even registering in my brain, I was completely focused on something else (probably the homework that my cat ate). Just as i passed the house the dog ran out at me, in a split second, as quick as you'd click your fingers a lorry ran straight into him.
The dog didnt die, but did indeed gain a new found respect for the road and anything that might be on it and an awkward cast around his leg for the next number of months. But he never to this day, nor any other dog for that matter has ever barked at me or tried to bite me. I have made very good friends with every dog ive come into contact with since then, and they generally seem to have a pretty good time for me. Its funny how life works.