The Mastery Club: See the Invisible, Hear the Silent, Do the Impossible

By Liliane Grace

Nina surveyed me calmly. "The thing I really wanted to say is this: I'm planning to start a Mastery Club. and I'm looking for people who might be interested in joining. I got the feeling that you might be."

You don't expect a new kid to talk like that - to breeze in out of the unknown and want to enrol you in some weird project. There were a whole list of questions on my mind, but I guess the most insistent was, "What's a Mastery Club?"

Natalie has long been fascinated by witches, wizards and the world of fantasy, but she wants to be able to do real magic. So when green-haired unpredictable Nina bursts into her life with a plan to form a 'Mastery Club', Natalie's mind and world are opened to some startling possibilities and a colourful, creative family.

Natalie's friends, Billy, Clare and Sandy, join the Mastery Club too, and together they learn about the nature of reality and their divine potential. They are introduced to powerful tools like creative visualisation, affirmations and treasure maps, as one by one they find a goal or challenge to undertake - everything from passing maths tests to creating a family holiday in the Greek Islands.

Mentors turn up and there are crises to face and obstacles to deal with as this group of friends embarks on their quest to be all they can be and make their dreams come true.

Foreword by Dr John Demartini.

Testimonials

“I finished the book and it was really one of the best books that I’ve read in my life. Daddy and Mummy want to read it next. I am now visualizing winning a scholarship to a high school I want to go to.” – Stephanie Limm, age 10

“I learnt a lot. It’s the sort of book I could go back and read again. I can relate to all the lessons because they’re in story form.” – Joshua Hale, age 15.

“The Mastery Club has encouraged me to set bigger and more important goals.” – Caleb Reekie, age 13.

“This book was the best book I have ever read. It has changed the way I think. I am looking forward to starting my own Mastery Club.” – Amy Blackley, age 9.

“I feel that I got more out of this book than anything else. I think this is a book I’ll read over and over.” – Monique Lempire, age 20.

“The Mastery Club is a fun introduction to the techniques employed by the greatest minds in History.” – Drew Heriot, Director of The Secret.

“As an adult I have spent thousands of dollars attending numerous seminars and reading hundreds of books in my pursuit of the teachings that Liliane has now encapsulated within The Mastery Club.” –Terry Molloy, Property Developer.

“Am loving your book... I am a teacher and want to put this book in as many schools as possible...” – Rowena Helps, teacher.

“Liliane has successfully put all the major Truth teachings into a readable and interesting story – a must for every teen or pre-teen to learn how to get what they want out of life!” – Rev. Rhonda Murray, Minister.

“This book is brilliant. Once I started to read it I couldn’t put it down. My 15 and 12 year old daughters are now reading it together. I told them ‘the information in this book would change their lives forever if they elect to follow it’.” – Brent Clark, father.

"An empowering book for kids of all ages!" - Brandon Bays Internationally best-selling author of The Journey® and The Journey for Kids.

“The Mastery Club is a delightful book that engages you quickly in an exploration of the truths of life. I recommend it highly and reference it regularly in seminars and with clients.” – Kenneth L. Pierce, Psychologist, Co-Author of The Dance of Bullying, A Breakthrough Tool for Teachers and Parents.

"A very important, very wise and very suitable book for readers of all ages! I have loved reading it and recognize that its principles are a key cornerstone in the foundation of all my experiments on the topic of Psychoenergetic Science." - William A. Tiller, Ph.D., Professor Emeritus, Stanford University, U

• Language: English
• Publisher: Liliane Grace
• Release date: Feb 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458197313

Liliane Grace

Liliane Grace (1964-) was born in Melbourne, Australia, to Jewish immigrant parents. She began writing stories when she was seven years old, placing in her first writing competition at 14 and self-publishing her first book, THE MASTERY CLUB® in 2006.THE MASTERY CLUB sold out its first two print runs in twelve months and soon became an Australian bestseller. It was awarded a bronze medal for Juvenile Fiction in the 2007 Independent Book Publisher's Award (U.S.) and was picked up by Oriental Press for publication in China in 2010. Liliane developed a 10-session program based on the lessons in the book that has been taught in Australia, Scotland, England, America, South Africa and Bali. She published a sequel, THE HIDDEN ORDER, in 2012.In 2017 she published her first novel for adults in a genre she calls 'Conscious Chick-lit': WANTED: GREENER GRASS - A novel about love, envy, and a crazy kind of courage.In 2018 she published another novel for youth: QUEST FOR RICHES - 4 Teenagers discover the keys to wealth and prosperity. this one teaching financial literacy through story. Her two children's picture books are about Dr John Demartini (THE BOY WHO BARKED) and Don Tolman (THE BOY WHO FOUND HIS PULSE).Liliane began teaching Creative Writing in community houses and adult education centres in 1988 and continues to teach adults in community and corporate contexts. She also offers an editing, writing coaching and ghost writing service.She has three home-educated children, now all young adults, and is an advocate of wholistic living, home birth, time in nature and The Venus Project, a visionary and sustainable future for Spaceship Earth. She is a passionate hobby dancer (ballroom and latin) and enjoys walking her dogs in the semi-rural town where she lives.

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THE

MASTERY

CLUB

by Liliane Grace

Published by Grace Productions

Smashwords Edition

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The Mastery Club is also available in printed paperback or digital audio book formats from http://www.themasteryclub.com

Copyright Liliane Grace 2006, 2008

The sequel to this book, The Hidden Order, Can You See it? is now also available in all formats.

What people are saying about The Mastery Club

Once I had begun this book I felt compelled to read it. I couldn’t put it down! – Jess Wynne, age 14

I finished the book and it was really one of the best books that I’ve read in my life. Daddy and Mummy want to read it next. I am now visualising winning a scholarship to a high school I want to go to. – Stephanie Rose Limm, age 10

"I learnt a lot. It’s the sort of book I could go back and read again. I can relate to all the lessons because they’re in story form." – Josh Hale, age 15

"The Mastery Club has encouraged me to set bigger and more important goals." – Caleb Reekie, age 13

This book was the best book I have ever read. It has changed the way I think. I am looking forward to starting my own Mastery Club. – Amy Blackley, age 9.

"As an adult I have spent thousands of dollars attending numerous seminars and reading hundreds of books in my pursuit of the teachings that Liliane has now encapsulated within The Mastery Club. I have emailed everyone I know inviting them to also enjoy this magnificent book." – Dr Terry Molloy, Property Developer

"Am loving your book… I am a teacher and want to put this book in as many schools as possible…" – Rowena Helps, teacher

What a clear, alive and heart-warming introduction for children to the ‘real magic’ concepts of creating your own reality through thoughts and creative visualisation! Those ideas (and many others) are beautifully woven into an engaging and lively story about five young people and their Mastery Club – and what happens in their lives when they begin to apply the laws of creation. An intriguing, empowering and uplifting experience for any reader. – Kathrine Hutchison, Wholistic Psychologist

This book is BRILLIANT. Once I started to read it I couldn’t put it down. My fifteen and twelve year old daughters are now reading it together. They said that if I could not put the book down then it must be worth reading… I told them ‘the information in this book would change their lives forever if they elect to follow it’. 
– Brent Clark, father

I love your book!!!! I read it in two days. You have made the laws of the universe so easy to understand. So many things fell into place while I was reading your story… I have an eighteen month old son named Angus and I have started reading your book to him. 
– Lisa Cameron, mother

I feel that I got more out of this book than anything else. I think this is a book I’ll read over and over. – Monique Lempire, age 20

"The Mastery Club is a delightful book that engages you quickly in an exploration of the truths of life. The story will entice young and older readers alike to, not just believe in their own genius, but to explore the wonders of their life. I recommend it highly and reference it regularly in seminars and with clients." 
– Kenneth L. Pierce, Psychologist, Speaker & Co-Author of The Dance of Bullying. A Breakthrough Tool for Teachers and Parents

This is a treasure of a book! A very important, very wise and very suitable book for readers of all ages! I have loved reading it and recognize that its principles are a key cornerstone in the foundation of all my experiments on the topic of Psychoenergetic Science. – William A. Tiller, Ph.D., Professor Emeritus, Stanford University, USA

DEDICATION

Dedicated to my mother, Karmela Zandrou, who exposed me to powerful ideas as a child. Also to my children, Jeremy, Emma, and Lesley, and to you, the reader; may you each be inspired to apply the Mastery Club lessons and create a magnificent life.

FOREWORD

The Mastery Club is an ingenious contemporary story filled with intriguing and educational characters. It involves one special student of life called Nina who is on a grand philosophical and yet worldly journey. She, along with her special company of mastermind friends, embarks on a voyage through the apparently intelligent, synchronous and infinite universe.

The plot of the grand story playfully winds and weaves your mind through the deeper questions and lessons of life in a light-hearted and inspirational manner, while making you think deeply about the illusive obvious in your own life.

Nina will help you expand your mind, release your body and enliven your soul. Expect to become more intuitive and grateful for the magnificent universe that surrounds and permeates you, and don’t be surprised if you begin to magically see the invisible, hear the silent and do the impossible.

In a nutshell, The Mastery Club will help you break through any self-imposed boundaries like a butterfly breaking through its chrysalis, unleash your creative genius, and love yourself, while also helping you master your thinking, feeling and destiny. It will let you play the symphonic music of your soul, and enable you to see the big, divine picture.

Dr. John F. Demartini – Human Behavioural Specialist, Educator
and Author of many books including The Breakthrough Experience – A Revolutionary New Approach to 
Personal Transformation.

CONTENTS

1. An Unexpected Invitation

2. Apprentice Magician

3. Nina Wows Us On The Field

4. The Mastery Club Proposal

5. Suspicious Friends

6. My First Mastery Club Project

7. A Challenging Motto

8. Maths Tests In Your Mind

9. The Power

10. Every Wind…

11. Trusting The Power

12. Waves Of Fear

13. A Kid Who Thinks, An Old Lady With Something To Say

14. Lost And Found

15. The Mastery Club Grows

16. My Dad’s Mistake

17. Our Thoughts Have Real Results

18. Mastery Club Lesson No.1 – It’s All Divine Substance, And We’re The Sculptors

19. A Radio Interview, A Dream, A Song… It’s Everywhere

20. Mastery Club Lesson No.2 – What Seed Are You Going To Plant?

21. Even Gran Does Yoga

22. Mastery Club Lesson No.3 – The Tool Of Visualisation

23. You Just Open The Door

24. Spirits And Bodies

25. Acting As If

26. Mastery Club Lesson No.4 – The Tool Of Treasure Mapping

27. The Slide Night

28. Mastery Club Lesson No.5 – First Force, Second Force, Third Force…

29. Bullies At School, And I Get Serious

30. Mastery Club Lesson No.6 – The Law Of Polarity

31. Mastery Club Lesson No.7 – The Law Of Resonance And Vibration

32. Good Stuff, Bad Stuff

33. Mastery Club Lesson No.8 – You Have To Become A New Person

34. Mastery Club Lesson No.9 – They’re Not Just Ideas

35. Mastery Club Lesson No.10 – Don’t… Give… Up…

36. The Taste Of Greece

37. What Are You Going To Do With Your Piece Of Clay?

Summary of The Mastery Club Lessons

— Chapter 1 —

An Unexpected Invitation

The thought in everyone’s mind when Miss DeTonio introduced Nina to the class was, ‘she looks like an alien’. Her short spiky hair was a bright shade of green, and she stood there at the front of the classroom raking us with penetrating grey eyes. (Machine gun eyes, said Billy later. X-ray vision, murmured Clare. But, Would you just check out that hair? Sandy mocked.)

Okay. Maybe green hair isn’t such an unusual thing in itself, but usually new kids feel shy, self-conscious even; they’re usually not up to drilling everyone with their eyes. Not that it was an unpleasant feeling – no internal prickles, electric shocks, laser beams; no-one morphed in her gaze; we just felt really looked at.

I sat up in my chair a bit and looked back, and just as I did, she looked right at me and gave a little half-smile. That sent a shiver up my spine all right. It wasn’t an eerie smile, it was quite a human, warm smile, quite nice really, but there was something in her expression that said, I know you. And I didn’t know her. Honestly. I’d never seen her before in my life.

* * *

Kids kind of hung around her at lunch time. Everyone was checking her out, just casually, but it was pretty obvious. For some reason she zeroed in on me. Saw me sitting under my favourite tree by the fence and headed my way, sort of letting people go as she came, so that by the time she reached my tree she was alone.

I’m a vego – the only one in my family of meat-eaters – so it was pretty cool to see her pull out a lentil burger with salad in a seed roll. We didn’t say much to begin with; just ate. You get a good view of the school yard and oval from under this tree, which suits me because I get to keep track of what’s going on without having to be part of it. Being closed inside a classroom for hours with lots of people is a bit of a strain – I need to have some time out every now and then to stay sane.

When the lentil burger was just about gone, she turned to me and said, Name?

Nat, I told her. Well, Natalie, but everyone calls me Nat.

Then, watching me closely, So what do you think of the school, Nat? – which surely should have been my question to her.

It’s all right, I said, if you have to go.

You don’t, you know, she said. Some parents don’t send their kids to school. It’s called ‘home education’.

My parents would never do that.

Why not?

They know me too well. I grinned; Know I’d laze around reading all day.

Sounds like a great way to get an education, Nina said. What do you read?

Fantasy. No education there.

Nina gave me a particularly penetrating stare. You read lots of good stuff, she told me. (She told me?) Mind if I come clean with you?

Did I? This girl was full of surprises. No, what?

This is my first time at school; we’ve been home educating. But since I’ve just moved into the area for a while we thought I’d meet people more quickly if I came to school. So here I am.

Oh. What do you think of it? I asked. Now the boot was on the right foot.

It’s a prison, she stated calmly, surveying the yard and the ‘inmates’. But I’m only here for as long as I want to be. That was our agreement. The thing I really wanted to say is this: I’m planning to start a club. A Mastery Club. And I’m looking for people who might be interested in joining. I got the feeling that you might be.

You don’t expect a new kid to talk like that – to breeze in out of the unknown and want to enrol you in some weird project. There were a whole lot of questions on my mind, but I guess the most insistent one was, What’s a Mastery Club?

I thought you’d ask that. She stopped talking to pull an alfalfa sprout from between her teeth. Your friends are coming – mind if I explain later?

I looked around and sure enough, Billy, Sandy and Clare were stumping their way up the hill to my tree. Impressed that I’d cornered the alien newcomer, no doubt. But why had she zeroed in on me, and why did it have to be a secret?

* * * * *

— Chapter 2 —

Apprentice Magician

I didn’t get an answer to my question for the rest of the day. Billy, Sandy and Clare hung around till the end of lunch-time and then we were back in class, and just as we were packing our bags to go home, the Principal turned up at the door wanting ‘a word’ with Nina. So she disappeared, and then my bus arrived, which meant that I had to leave without getting answers to my questions: What on earth was a Mastery Club, and why was she inviting me to join one?

My lanky, black-haired friend, Billy, catches the same bus as me every second Friday because he goes to his Dad’s place for the weekend, and our usual second-Friday-bus-conversation was to gripe about how much homework we’d been given, but this time we got busy talking about the new kid.

Bizarre time to start a new school, he said, trying to fit his long legs and his school bag in the tiny space between our seat and the one in front. Last day of the week half-way through the year?

She’s just come to get to know a few people, would you believe? I told him. She reckons she won’t be staying for long.

She wishes, he said, so I had to reveal more.

This is actually the first school she’s ever been to. Apparently she and her parents decided that she should go to school for a little while to meet some people.

Billy turned incredulous eyes towards me. "Her first school? A little while?"

Apparently, I said modestly, trying not to crow about the fact that I had exclusive information.

Cool, he breathed. I wonder what would happen if I said I wanted to quit school for a while?

"You know what would happen, I said. You’d be told to quit dreaming."

The bus pulled up at a stop and we watched five secondary school boys lurch along the narrow aisle and down the steps, shouting to each other as they went. An old lady standing at the kerb stepped back nervously as they sauntered past, before seizing hold of the rail and pulling herself aboard the bus.

That’s so cool, Billy murmured. A frown gathered on his forehead. Parents who don’t constantly boss you around… so they actually exist.

How’s it going, Bill? I asked sympathetically, at home with the new dad?

At least I don’t have to call him ‘Dad’. Billy was staring outside. His name’s Terry. Billy’s shoulders rose and fell in a sigh. It’s weird, Nat, having a strange man in the house. I mean, he’s been visiting for months now but, I dunno, it’s different having him actually living with us. Mum’s changed, she’s all giggly and… oh, I dunno. It’s just weird, getting up in the night to take a leak and running into him in the hallway; his stuff in the bathroom; his food in the fridge…

Must be weird, I said.

And now I’m off to Dad’s place where we’ll eat tuna sandwiches for dinner again, and watch TV all night without saying anything.

Gee, Billy. I didn’t know what else to say. My stop was approaching. I didn’t want to leave him feeling so glum, but I didn’t have a clue how to make him feel better. We sat in silence for the last few minutes and then I gave him a little nudge, my version of a hug, and stood up. My stop. Good luck, Bill.

Yeah, bye, he said, with a shot at a smile. But his eyes were bleak, and something of his heaviness walked home with me. It’s not nice, having unhappy friends.

Mum’s Honda Civic was in the carport. See – how lucky am I? My mother works from home, so I’m not a latchkey kid like Sandy; my parents are together, so I’m not stuck with a step-father like Billy; to say nothing of the grief of having your father leave your family and start another family somewhere else, like Clare.

(Latchkey kid is an expression I learned from my Gran – it means you have a key to the house and kind of take care of yourself because your parents aren't home.)

I dumped my school bag under the bench in the hallway (where it’s supposed to go; our home runs on systems and woe betide any who upset them), and made a beeline for the kitchen. The fridge, to be precise.

Platter of fruit on table. Enjoy, directed a note that was pinned to the fridge under a ‘Home Sweet Home’ magnet I had made in Grade Two.

Is there any apple pie left, Mum? I yelled.

Saving it for dessert, she called back from the office. Fruit platter, hon.

I quite like fruit, but not when I’m feeling down. Something of Billy’s heaviness was still hanging around. (‘Heavy mood seeks heavy food’, as Mum says.) Still, if you eat while you’re reading Harry Potter, you don’t even taste what you’re eating (which is why my parents keep telling me not to eat and read at the same time, although I catch them at it regularly).

Anyway, I curled up on my bed with book and fruit, and read through all the background noises (my little brother and sister arguing and clumping around, dog barking, phone going off, Mum’s heels on the floorboards, front door banging when Dad arrived home), but I couldn’t put Billy out of my mind.

So I reached under my bed and pulled out – this will probably seem pretty silly, but I’ll say it anyway: a wand. It’s not a real one, okay, I admit that. I don’t need anyone thinking I’m looney. It’s just a stick from the garden, but this has been my main interest and favourite game since I was really small: witches and wizards, spells and incantations. I know my spells are made up, I’m not that dumb. But I really do believe someone must exist who can really do magic. And until I meet that someone (my life dream!), I’m going to keep playing my made-up magic games. They make me feel good. Powerful, for one thing, which is a nice feeling when you mostly feel like a small cog in someone else’s wheel. And helpful, because all of my magic is for good.

I spent a few minutes drawing the curtains and organising my candles and incense. I’ve got a great old brass candelabrum which holds three ancient yellow candles that I found in an op shop, candles and all. It was sitting on my dressing table amongst solid dobs of wax.

I lit the candles (I’m allowed to keep matches in my room, so long as I hide them from my little brother and sister) and the glow reflected in the mirror, lighting my face up from below. Kind of eerie. I’ve got a pretty ordinary face, fair hair and blue eyes. People usually tell me I look quite serious. I stuck my tongue out at my eerie reflection and giggled, which got rid of the eeriness straight away.

There was a CD already in my player, one that I found in Mum’s stuff ages ago – it’s all bells and drums