Everything Is Unfolding in a Loving and Harmonious Way: A Testimonial and Experience in the Workings of Spiritual Law

By Paul G. Kondes

You will find herein a detailed description of the personal experiences of the author and his wife as they used spiritual law, ideas held in mind, produce after their kind, attracting blessings into their lives for more than fifty years and counting.

Jesus, the Master Teacher, expressed this spiritual law: As you believe, so shall it be done unto you!

You will get a complete picture of their manifesting adventures and the principles they followed in creating a life where everything unfolds in a loving and harmonious way! Most importantly, this is a story of their self-discovery and a guide to yours. It is not religious but very spiritual.

Is hard work the primary requirement for personal success and having the good things of life, or the progressive realization of a worthy ideal? Does what you think have more to do with success than what you do? Do religious beliefs stand in our way as we walk the path of life? Are there toxic people in your life who keep telling you that you cant have your dreams? Are you fully aware of your hidden talents?

These and other subjects will be discussed as you and the author go on a journey of discovery, empowerment, and enlightenment.

Based on over fifty-five years of study and experience, the author makes observations into the effectiveness of the various religious and political structures that impact our lives and what one can do to maintain control of life in the face of the limitations placed on us by the powers that be.

By books end, you will be given an understanding how to create a life where everything is unfolding in a loving and harmonious way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Oct 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452560656

Paul G. Kondes

Paul unwittingly used spiritual law, “ideas held in mind, produce after their kind,” when he was twelve years old. When he was eighteen, his first mentor taught him the principles of spiritual law. This knowledge has allowed him to create the life described herein, a life made to order!

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A Testimonial and Experience in the Workings of Spiritual Law

PAUL G. KONDES

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Contents

Forward!

Chapter 1.   A Young Boy’s First Adventure

Chapter 2.   Blessings in Disguise

Chapter 3.   Where Miracles Come From

Chapter 4.   Who Am I?

Chapter 5.   Why Do Bad Things Happen to Good People?

Chapter 6.   Don’t Whimper! Do something about it!

Chapter 7.   How Important? Your Meat Suit!

Chapter 8.   What are you thinking?

Chapter 9.   Faith! Imagination! Gratitude!

Chapter 10.   Cowards and Conformists!

Chapter 11.   The Mechanics of It All

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With much gratitude for what I have learned from many teachers.

My thanks to Mike, Jodie, Carla, Al & Carrie, and especially my wonderful wife Mary Lynn,

and everyone else that have given me support in the writing of this book.

Forward!

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Recently, while at a car dealership, strolling around the showroom floor waiting for my car to be serviced, I came upon a display of greeting cards. One in particular caught my attention. On the front was the picture of a rather electrified guy. The caption read, Some people learn through reading. Some people learn through observation. The rest of us just pee on an electric fence. On the inside, it just said, Experience life, and have a Happy Birthday. I smiled, enjoyed the humor in the moment, and then proceeded to continue roaming around the showroom floor, my attention wandering from one shiny new car to another. Then my mind wandered back to just such an encounter that I experienced when I was a small boy, just like the one in the greeting card.

I was a city kid, but loved those summer visits to my uncle’s farm near Winterset, Iowa, that often lasted a week or two, and the country cousins loved to goad the unaware city boy into doing things that were often not too bright. Oh yes, on one of my first visits to the farm, they dared me to pee on an electric fence, assuring me that it just tingled a little bit, and as is so often the case with children wanting to be accepted by the group, I responded to their dare and found myself landing on my backside, in a good deal of pain, and feeling like an idiot while the cousins had a good laugh.

As I pondered that experience of so many years ago, it occurred to me just how often we make choices in life that lead to painful outcomes, how often we, figuratively speaking, pee on the electric fence. How often we fail to learn the lessons that the painful outcomes of our poor choices in life try to teach us and repeat our folly over and over again. Why?

Some people actually believe that there is no way to avoid the hurtful and negative experiences of life. It’s not my fault, I’m a victim of circumstance! Some actually believe that some capricious god inflicts all manner of difficulties on them to test them in some way. The belief also says that if one passes all the tests one can come out on top and a pleasant afterlife can be expected. If one doesn’t pass all the tests with flying colors, well, religion can certainly tell you where you will end up. Of course it seems best in the moment if we can attach the responsibility for our actions to some set of circumstances outside ourselves. The devil made me do it! After all, who wants to look stupid, especially to themselves, by taking responsibility for their poor choices and peeing on that electric fence over and over again? On the other hand, when we refuse taking responsibility for those poor choices, those stupid mistakes that bring us all that pain, physically, mentally and emotionally, then how can we ever fix it? Of course, there are a few folks who would rather play the victim role in life and blame circumstances, other people and of course God for all their troubles. Actually, in my teaching encounters with folks, I’ve met quite a few individuals who find suffering from the perception that, it’s not my fault, and taking the line of least resistance for getting through life a workable way. Again, why, when the other path is so much more fun?

So, where do we go from here, and what is this book about? First, I’m not going to tell you how to make millions of dollars. I’m not qualified to do that. I’ve never made millions of dollars, probably because I have never really wanted millions of dollars, and if I haven’t done it, why would I try to tell you how to do it? Besides, I don’t view success as making a lot of money. If it were, then why are there so many unhappy rich people, never satisfied with what they have, and looking for happiness in the oddest places? To me, success is something entirely different from accumulating a lot of stuff. Success is the progressive realization of a worthy ideal. Success is becoming the best at whatever you decide you want to do with your life. Success is knowing that because you are living here on planet earth, the world is a better place because you have done something to make it a better place.

The first book on that subject I read was when I was about nineteen years of age, Think and Grow Rich, by Napoleon Hill. In the course of my life, I’ve read a few hundred books similar to Mr. Hill’s book, all regarding spirituality and the spiritual laws that permeate and are active in our lives at all times, even when we are unaware of them. Suppose I could name a bunch of them, but this is most likely not the first book on the subject of spiritual law that you have read, so you have already decided who your favorite teacher is. By the way, my favorites are Neale Donald Walsch and Deepak Chopra. Then there is Jesus Christ, considered by many as the greatest way shower of all times. However, it seems to me that the religion that was fashioned around His teachings was about his teaching and not necessarily the practice of those teachings. If it was, then how can we justify killing our fellow humans because they think differently than we do? He didn’t do that! Why is violence still the remedy for so many disagreements? I’ve read the Bible for years, and a lot of other books about the life of Jesus, and don’t recall one instance where he taught us to settle our differences with violence. Religion, in my view, hasn’t done well in solving basic human problems and bringing peace on earth, perhaps we will discuss that a little later also.

In Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich, he makes the statement, Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can and will achieve. All the other self- help books say the same thing in one way or the other, even the Christian Bible and all the sacred books of every other religion. By the way, reading the Bible was actually my first encounter with this truth, but like so many, good Christians I didn’t recognize it at the time. You can’t blame God for your troubles any more when you begin to grasp the meaning of the great truths that are revealed in such books. Perhaps that’s why one can find so many of them in the used books stores. It’s more convenient to blame God.

What I am going to tell you about in this book are my and my wife’s experiences and successes in applying the principals contained in the Bible, Mr. Hill’s book, and all the others I have been privileged to read and study throughout our lives, and still study to this day. We are going to give you our step by step experience in the marvelous unfoldment of our lives, and why we can say with absolute conviction that, Everything is unfolding in a loving and harmonious way! This book is my attempt in helping you to become more aware of how to stop peeing on that electric fence. Before you continue however, there are three questions I want you to ask yourself, How willing am I to learn a different way? How teachable am I? How willing am I to change? If you can’t answer these questions in the positive, you might as well take this book to the used books store also. However, if you can answer these questions in the positive, I can promise you this. Your life will change in ways too wonderful to imagine, or perhaps as wonderful as you can imagine, and you will never pee on that electric fence again.

Chapter 1

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A Young Boy’s First Adventure

He didn’t know he was doing it; he just went ahead and did it. In 1951 to most kids fourteen years of age, life seemed to just happen. I was no exception. No mentors had come into my life yet, blessings such as that were to come later. No one had told me that, Ideas held in mind, produce after their kind. There was no awareness of the law of attraction, or the power in using one’s imagination. No one had made me aware that thoughts are things, and that they shape every aspect of our lives and that the future that we were to experience was dependent on what we thought about in the ever present now. I didn’t know that we become what we think about all day long, or that our beliefs and convictions were the driving force in what a person was to become. Like most everyone else my age, I just took for granted that we were all at the mercy of, or perhaps the victim of circumstances, or a capricious god, or other unseen forces too big to deal with, and powerless to do anything about any of them.

Somewhere in the year after my twelfth birthday I had decided that I wanted a bicycle, and talked about it all the time. How else was one to make their parents aware of what one wanted? After all, all the other kids my age had one, or though I perceived. One of the special things about going to my uncle’s farm was that they had three bicycles and I spent most of my time during those visits riding one of them. How often, while traveling down some bumpy gravel road or some obscure lane along side a field of corn or oats, sometimes with my cousins, sometimes not, would I close my eyes and imagine that I was on my own bicycle speeding down the street where we lived in Des Moines, or down one of the hilly lanes in Mac Cray park, across the street. Perhaps, one day, after I had my own bike, I might be able to travel all the way across town, way out to 63rd street, and see grandma and grandpa.

Anyway, for most of that year, my young mind was occupied with that still nonexistent bicycle. Still, it did exist in my mind, and I hoped, believed, somehow knew that it would be mine, somehow, someway. Was my child’s mind, unwittingly using spiritual law? Ideas held in mind, produce after their kind? Was I living in the reality of my dream fulfilled? In retrospect, it appears that I was. Whatever the truth of that speculation may be, on the morning of my thirteenth birthday, there was a shiny new bicycle in our living room, waiting for me to come downstairs and find it. Thank you mom and dad, and God. Thank you to whatever forces brought that dream into my reality. That was only to be the beginning!

Going hunting with grandpa for rabbits, squirrels or pheasants was one of the greatest delights of my early teens. Only trouble was, the only gun I could use was dad’s double barrel twelve-gage shotgun. It weighed a ton, and its kick would nearly land me on my backsides every time I fired it, and it was seldom that I could hit anything but the ground with it. On those occasions when dad could get off work and go with us, I ended up being the bird dog and carrying the game that dad and grandpa brought down. I wanted a gun of my own!

Again, at this point in my life I had absolutely no awareness of the power in thoughts and ideas or techniques of the creation process. All I knew at that time was that I wanted to have my own gun and somehow I would have it. Dad told me to save my money until I had enough. That seemed a long and arduous process having no steady source of income. What could a fourteen-year-old kid do to make that kind of money? After all, the gun I wanted cost almost forty dollars, a small fortune to a young boy in 1952, but it is amazing how the mind, when applied consistently to one idea, will find ways to bring our desires to fruition.

I found an add at the back of one of my Captain Marvel comics for, White Cloverine Brand Salve. Mom loaned me the seven dollars that I needed to get some, so I was in the salve business that summer, going door to door all around the neighborhood. Just told the neighbors the truth that I was trying to save enough money to buy my own gun so that I could go hunting with my dad and grandpa. Everybody loves a good story, and I really learned to romance that gun to all the folks. By the time all the little cans of salve were sold and mom got her seven dollars back, I had about twelve dollars left, which I kept in a little brown bean pot in a dresser drawer.

Looking back on that experience, it still amazes me just how creative the mind, even a child’s mind, can be. Whenever mom and dad had friends over, the idea occurred to me to bring out that little bean pot, dump out my savings on the living room floor and count it in front of the folks. Of course, the question always was asked by someone, What are you saving your money for? So I would tell my story, which I had well in hand by then, having told it dozens of times while selling the salve. It was quite a discovery to find out that when people see that you are in earnest and definite about what you want they truly want to be helpful, and nearly every time I told my gun story someone would toss out a quarter or half dollar. Dad worked for the Rock Island Railroad, and one of his friends that he had done a lot of favors for, actually handed me a five-dollar bill one day. Wow! I was on a roll!

At Mac Cray Park, just across the street from our house on Southwest 9th, there was a large pond that froze every winter and became an ice skating rink. At the end of the winter, the snow that the maintenance people had deposited in great piles along the pond’s edge would begin to melt in the warm spring sun. On one of those warm spring days walking around the lake something shiny in the melting snow came to my notice. On closer inspection I discovered that the shiny thing was a quarter that someone had apparently lost during the winter while skating. Perhaps there was more where that came from! Walking along the shore more and more of those shiny coins came to my attention. By the time I had made my way around the lake that day, I came home with nearly three dollars. By the time all the snow had melted, some weeks later, having made daily pilgrimages down to the lake, there was an additional eight dollars in my little bean pot.

All this time, I had been practicing a technique that I learned many years later was an integral part of the creation process. Living in the reality of your dream fulfilled. Being somewhat of a loner as a child, many hours were spent roaming around the wooded areas of Mac Cray Park. Walking along and pretending that the long sticks that I would