SARA, BOOK 2 (15 page)

CHAPTER
29

Trusting the Law of Attraction

I
t had been a very long day at school, and Sara was so happy when the final bell rang. She waited for Seth for a few minutes
by the flagpole, hoping that he would show up, but the whole time she was waiting, she really didn’t think he’d be there.
So Sara went to the tree house alone—first feeling sad, knowing that Seth wouldn’t be there, then feeling angry that his father
had forbidden him to go, and then feeling guilty that she was trespassing. What a mean word:
trespassing.

Sara was happy to see that Solomon was sitting on the platform waiting for her.

Good afternoon, Sara. It’s nice to have an opportunity
to visit.

“Sure is, Solomon, but do you think I’ll get in trouble for trespassing?”

That’s a pretty strong word. How does it make you
feel?

“Pretty bad, Solomon. I don’t even know for sure what it means—but it sounds serious. I’m pretty sure it means I shouldn’t
be here. Do you think we’re going to get in trouble?”

Well, Sara, all I can tell you is that I spend a great
deal of time sitting in the tops of trees, and I have never
gotten into trouble for trespassing.

Sara laughed. “Yeah, but Solomon, you’re an
owl.
People expect to see
you
in trees.”

But this tree doesn’t belong to me any more than it
belongs to you, Sara. Technically speaking, the birds
or the cats or the squirrels, in fact, thousands of creatures
who inhabit this tree right now, could be called
trespassers.

Sara laughed. “Yeah, I guess that’s right.”

Mr. Wilsenholm doesn’t mind sharing his beautiful
trees with all of them, Sara. And I suspect that if he
understood how at home you are in his tree—and what
good care you are taking of yourself when you are in his
tree—he wouldn’t worry about your spending some time
here either.

Sara felt a soothing sensation wash over her. It was the first relief from this awful feeling that she had felt all day.

“Really, Solomon, do you think so?”

I really do, Sara. Mr. Wilsenholm is not a mean
man, selfishly wanting this tree all to himself. In fact,
I believe he would be pleased if he understood how
you feel about this beautiful old tree. I think he’s just
worrying about things that might happen. And because
he does not know how responsible you are and how well
you can handle yourself in his tree, he imagines the very
worst thing happening. And then his feelings come about
because of his imagined worry rather than from what is
really happening.

“Well, what should I do?”

Well, Sara, if I were you, I’d go home tonight and
think about how wonderful this old tree is. I’d think
about how good it feels to be in the tree. I’d make a long
list of the things you like most about it, remembering the
fun you and Seth have had in the tree. Keep reliving the
best parts, playing them over and over in your mind,
until you are full and overflowing with the wonderful
feeling of this tree—and then, trust the
Law of Attraction
to help out.

“Well, what will the
Law of Attraction
do?”

There are many things it could do. You never
really know for sure until it happens. But one thing
you do know: If you are feeling good, whatever happens
will feel good, too.

“Okay, Solomon. I’ll do that. It’s easy to make lists of things I love about this tree. I
love
this tree.”

Solomon smiled.
Indeed you do, Sara. Indeed
you do.

Sara lay in her bed that night thinking about her wonderful tree. She remembered how thrilled she had been when Seth first
showed her the tree house, and the thrill of leaping off the platform, holding tightly to the rope Seth had tied to the big
limb. She laughed as she remembered Seth tumbling into the bushes the first times she saw him jump from the rope, and she
thought of the glorious hours she and Seth and Solomon had spent talking there. And with those lovely thoughts rolling across
her mind, Sara fell asleep.

CHAPTER
30

S
ara opened her eyes, surprised that her bedroom was filled with sunlight. She was even more surprised to discover that it
was nearly nine o’clock. She jumped out of bed, wondering how in the world her mother had allowed her to sleep and miss school.
And then she remembered that today was Saturday.

“Well, hello, Sleepyhead,” her mother said as Sara went into the kitchen. “You looked like you were enjoying your sleep so
much I hated to wake you up. Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Yes,” Sara said, still a bit groggy.

“Daddy’s working again today. I thought I’d drive into the city and do some shopping. Jason’s spending the day with Billy.
You’re welcome to come with me if you’d like, or . . .”

Sara held her breath. Was her mother really going to allow her to spend the day at home, or wherever, alone?

“. . . or whatever you’d like,” her mother continued.

“I think I’ll just stay here,” Sara said, secretly jumping up and down inside.

“All right, sweetheart. I’ll be back late in the afternoon. Have a good day, and don’t worry about doing your Saturday chores.
I’ve tidied up some and things are in pretty good shape. I’ll see you later.”

Sara was grinning from ear to ear. While her mother was nearly always pleasant, and Sara would readily admit that she lived
a rather good life, still, this was good fortune up and beyond. Was Solomon’s
Law of Attraction
working its magic so soon?

Sara got dressed, pulled a sweatshirt over her clothes, and went outside. She thought about the tree house and felt a very
strong urge to go there and climb high into the tree house and
be.
But she felt an equally strong reluctance.

Then an idea filled her head. She had a clear image of crossing through the pasture behind the Wilsenholms’ yard, traversing
the river by way of the log crossing, and coming out near Main Street at her leaning perch at the river. The impulse was
so
strong that she bolted out the back door and raced across her backyard to the pasture.

As she climbed through the fence, she heard someone crying. She stood still to see if she could tell where it was coming from.
She saw a woman in a bathrobe standing out under a big tree looking up into the branches. Sara recognized that she was looking
into the back side of the Wilsenholm yard but wasn’t sure who the woman was. Mrs. Wilsenholm had been very sick for many years,
and Sara couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her.

“Are you all right?” Sara called out.

“No, dear, I’m
not
all right. My cat seems to have stranded herself up in that tree again, and she’s been there all night. My husband is out
of town, and I just don’t know
how
I’ll ever get her down. Oh dear, I just don’t know
what
to do.” The woman wrung her hands and then clutched her robe around her body. Sara knew she must be uncomfortably chilly,
and she was clearly upset.

Sara looked up into the giant tree. High in the tree was a very small cat.
Meow! Meow!
It certainly seemed frightened.

“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,” Sara called out.

“That’s no use,” Mrs. Wilsenholm said. “I’ve been calling her for hours.”

“Mrs. Wilsenholm, you should go inside and get warm,” Sara said calmly. “Don’t worry about your cat. I’ll get her down.”

“Oh no, honey, I couldn’t let you do that. You could fall and hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be all right. I’m very good in trees.”

Mrs. Wilsenholm reluctantly went inside and watched Sara from her large living-room window.

Sara spied a ladder leaning up against the side of the barn and dragged it to the base of the tree. She walked the ladder
up, rung by rung, until it was standing sturdily against the tree, and then she wiggled the ladder back and forth, digging
its feet firmly into the soil at the base of the tree. She stepped up on the first step and jumped up and down to be sure
that the ladder was stable. Then she cautiously began to climb it. The ladder wasn’t very tall, but it did reach to the first
large branch of the tree. Sara held on to the branch and lifted herself up from the ladder and up into the tree. Once on that
branch, she could easily reach the next, and then the next, until Sara
and
the kitten were high in the tree.

The kitten looked frightened and wouldn’t let go of the tree, so Sara sat on the branch trying to figure out what to do next.
“Well, kitty, are
you
trespassing?” Sara asked.

The cat meowed.

“Oh, you
are,
are you?” Sara laughed. She sat comfortably on the big branch with her feet dangling down and quietly stroked the kitten while
she softly explained how she really didn’t believe the kitten was trespassing. And how there was nothing to be afraid of,
and that it was almost as easy to climb
down
out of a tree as it was to climb
up
into one.

Sara finally tugged the kitten loose from the tree and sat stroking its back until it relaxed and stopped meowing. She gently
put it up under her sweatshirt, carefully tucking her sweatshirt into her pants, making a safe carrying pouch for her frightened
little friend. And then Sara carefully made her way back down the tree and to the ladder and to the ground.

Mrs. Wilsenholm was waiting with a big smile when Sara reached the ground.

“That was the most amazing rescue I’ve ever seen!” she said, taking her kitten from Sara and holding it softly up against
her neck. “What’s
your
name?”

“I’m Sara. We live at the end of the street, by the dairy.”

“Oh, I see.
Sara.
And you spend a lot of time in trees, do you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess.” Sara smiled. “I’ve been climbing trees since I could walk. My mom used to worry, but she doesn’t anymore.
She says if I was going to fall on my head, I probably would’ve done it long before now.”

“Well, from what I’ve just seen, I don’t believe your mother has a thing in the world to worry about. You’re an agile young
girl, Sara,
and
you’ve saved my cat. I just don’t know how to thank you.

“My husband has just been fit to be tied over some youngsters who’ve been climbing in those big trees back by the river. He’s
even threatening to cut them down. I keep telling him that he’s making much too much of it, but he’s a stubborn old man, and
once he makes up his mind, he usually won’t budge. But if
those
young ones are as good in trees as you are, he’d have nothing to worry about now, would he, Sara?”

“No, ma’am, he wouldn’t.” Sara hesitated, and then she blurted, “And I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you—it’s
my friend and I who’ve been climbing in your tree.”

Sara gulped. She had said it before she’d really thought it through. It had seemed right at the time, but now Mrs. Wilsenholm
was quiet.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, Sara. I’m going to tell Mr. Wilsenholm what I’ve seen here today. I can’t promise anything because
he’s a stubborn old fool, but occasionally he still listens to me. I’ll work on him for you. If he could see you up in that
tree, I don’t think he’d be so worried about you. Give me a little time. Stop by in a few days and I’ll let you know what
he says.”

“Thank you, oh thank you, thank you!” Sara gasped. She wasn’t sure what was more exciting: the possibility of them actually
being permitted to play in the tree or the miracle that the
Law of Attraction
had provided. In either case, Sara was elated.

CHAPTER
31

We Can Do It

S
ara was headed back toward home from her kitten-saving experience with Mrs. Wilsenholm before she remembered she had been
on her way to her leaning perch.
I wish there were some way
I could tell Seth the good news,
Sara thought.

Sara had never been in Seth’s house, and even though Seth hadn’t really said much about his life at home, Sara could tell
by what he didn’t say that things were not very pleasant there. And so, she knew she shouldn’t just show up on his doorstep.

“I wish I could run into him somehow,” Sara said out loud.

She stopped at the side of the river and gazed out at her crossing log. She stepped up onto the log and held her arms out
at her sides to find her balance, and then she literally ran across the log. She felt so wonderful. With the miracle that
had just happened, she felt as if she could fly across the river.

“Hey, young lady, don’t you know this river is dangerous and that you could drown?” Sara heard Seth’s teasing voice coming
from the bushes. He was sitting on a big rock only a few feet from the end of the crossing log. His shoes and socks were in
a heap beside him, and both feet were dangling in the cold water.

“Seth, I’m so glad to see you! You’ll never guess what happened!”

Seth could tell by her intensity that something significant had happened. “Tell me! What
is
it?”

“I was cutting across the Wilsenholms’ back-yard—” “Geez, Sara, you’re brave. I thought . . .”

“I know, I know. I wasn’t really thinking about what I was doing . . . but it turned out really well.

“Mrs. Wilsenholm was in her backyard crying. Her little kitten was stuck really high up in a tree. So I said I could get it
down, but she said I shouldn’t try because it was dangerous. But I told her I would be all right, and she didn’t stop me .
. . so I climbed up in the tree and got her kitten down . . . and then she said that her husband was angry because kids were
climbing in his trees, but if those kids were as good in the trees as I was, he probably wouldn’t worry about them so much
. . . so I told her I was one of the kids who had been climbing in their trees . . .”

Sara gasped for a breath of air. She had been talking so fast she was barely breathing.

“Sara! What were you
thinking?”

“No, Seth, it’s okay. She was so relieved that I saved her cat, and so impressed with how safe she could see I was in the
tree, she said she would talk to her husband and try to convince him that we’re really safe in his trees.”

“Do you think she can
do
it, Sara? Will he listen to her?”

“I don’t know. But something magical is happening, Seth. Solomon said to remember how wonderful it is to be in the tree, and
that the
Law
of Attraction
would help us. So last night I made a long list of everything I love about the tree house. And then this morning, it seemed
like everything worked out to help that: My mother went shopping and said I could stay home and do as I please. That’s a miracle
in itself. And then she said that I didn’t have to do my Saturday chores because she’d already finished what really needed
to be done. I can’t remember the last time
that
happened. I don’t think that has ever happened before.And then there was Mrs. Wilsenholm out in her yard, crying over her
stranded little cat. That was weird. Seth, it really feels like things are actually lining up to help us. Solomon has been
talking about stuff like this for as long as I’ve known him, but I’ve never seen it work out so perfectly or so fast. I guess
it’s because this is something that we really want.”

“Okay, Sara, so
now
what do we do?”

“Well, I don’t think we have to figure that out. Solomon says our work is only to find the feeling place of what we
do
want—and the
Law of Attraction
will do the work.”

“Hmm.” Seth was quiet.

Sara sat waiting for him to say something.

Seth seemed to have something he wanted to say, but he wasn’t saying it.

“What?”
Sara prodded. “What
is
it?” She could see Seth was bothered about something.

“I think we’re moving.”

“Moving! Moving
where?”

“My dad lost his job. Mr. Bergheim’s son dropped out of college, and his dad says
he’s
going to do the job my dad’s been doing. Sara, it’s just not fair!”

Not fair.
Those words triggered Sara’s new understanding about fairness, and Solomon’s words streamed back into her mind:
Most people are going
about it the hard way, Sara. Try to control how you are
feeling and see how much easier it all becomes. It turns
out that there is no such thing as injustice. Everyone
always gets exactly what they are feeling or offering. It
is always a match—and therefore it is always fair.

“Seth, Seth,” Sara gasped, excitedly. “We can fix this.”

“Sara, I don’t see how—”Sara interrupted him. “Really, Seth. We
can.
All we have to do is make a list of all the things we like about your living here, or about your father working at the hardware
store—and the
Law of Attraction
will take care of it.”

“Sara, how in the world are
we
going to convince Mr. Bergheim to let my dad keep his job?”

“That’s not our work, Seth. Solomon says . . .”

Leaves fluttered down from the tree overhead as Solomon executed a soft and perfect landing.

I thought I might find you two here,
Solomon said, dropping down to the lowest limb and straightening his feathers with his beak.
This is a lovely day,
isn’t it?

“Solomon, you won’t believe all the things that have happened since I talked with you yesterday!” Sara blurted.

Well, I think I might have an idea.
Solomon smiled.

Sara grinned, remembering that Solomon knew everything.

I see things are progressing nicely on the tree-house
issue,
Solomon spoke in a professor-like voice.
Now,
let’s go to work on this newest development.

“Solomon, my dad lost his job. He says he’s going to get a farm so he doesn’t have to depend on the whims of some boss who’d
rather have his irresponsible son working for him than an adult who’ll run his business right.”

I see,
Solomon said.
It’s natural for your father to
feel bitter, under these conditions,
Solomon continued.
But feeling that way cannot help things. It can only make
things worse. And it’s perfectly natural for
you
to feel bitter
about it, Seth, since it is affecting your life as well.
And it’s natural for
you
to feel bitter about it, too, Sara,
because now it is affecting
your
life.

“But what can
we
do, Solomon?” Sara blurted. “Isn’t there something that we can do?”

Oh yes, indeed, Sara. You have much more power to
positively affect things than you realize.

“But Solomon, we’re just kids, how can we—?”

Solomon interrupted Seth.
One who is connected
to the Stream is more powerful than a million who are
not.

Seth and Sara sat staring at each other. “You mean, we can make someone do something that they don’t want to do?”

Not exactly. And it isn’t your work to figure out
what will be done or how it needs to be done. Your work
is to imagine a happy outcome for everyone—and the
Law of Attraction will bring it about.

“What do you mean,
for everyone?
You mean, for mean old Bergheim and his son?”

Seth, your bitterness may be natural under the
circumstances, but it does not serve you well. Remember,
when you feel angry or bitter, you are not connected
to the Stream of Well-being. And when you are not
connected to the Stream, your power of influence becomes
insignificant.

Seth was quiet. He knew that Solomon had spoken about this many times.

Don’t try to figure out how it will happen. Just
pretend that this trauma has passed and all is well. Pretend
that you and Sara are continuing to meet in the tree
house and that your life is getting better and better. Find
some thoughts that are pleasant and easy to find, and
hold them in your mind. And when the other thoughts
come, and they will for a while, just relax and release
them—and focus again on the thoughts that feel better.
And watch what happens.

“Solomon, are you going to help us?” Sara asked.

Help will come from endless places and will turn
up in endless ways. You will be amazed at how much
assistance you will receive to help you with your desire.
But first you must be a match to your desire.

Sara and Seth looked at each other. They knew about vibrational matches; they remembered the art-room prism and the rotten-egg
gas and the fire whistle blowing . . . they both were feeling much better.

“We can do it!” they both said at the same time. Then they both laughed.

You can, indeed,
Solomon said.

“Solomon?” Sara asked. “You know how you’ve been telling us that the Universe answers our vibration? And that the
Law of Attraction
does the work? Well, does it work faster if it’s about something that we really care about? I mean, like, with the tree house,
it seems like magical things began happening really fast.”

It always happens fast, Sara, whether it is seemingly
big or small. It is as easy to create a castle as a button.

Have fun with it. Do your best to imagine a happy
outcome. Don’t try to figure out how it will happen. Skip
over
how
it will happen,
who
will help,
when
it will
happen, or
where.
Focus on what you really want and
why
you want it. And most of all, reach for a feeling of
relief. All is well here.

Sara and Seth watched Solomon lift off and fly up into the sky. They sat quietly . . . each thinking about their future.

“I don’t know where to start.” Seth sighed. “Every time I try to think of something, I think of something bad.”

“I know,” Sara said. “Me, too. Maybe if we think of a bad thing that happened then we can think of the opposite.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we could think of what it felt like when your dad came home and said he’d lost his job—and then we could pretend the
opposite.”

“I see what you mean. . . . Okay, I’m sitting upstairs in my room and I hear the front door bang shut, and I can hear my dad’s
voice in the kitchen . . .”

“How does he sound? Is he happy?”

“Yeah.” Seth grinned. “He
is.
He’s
real
happy and now I can hear my mother’s voice, and she sounds happy, too. I run down the stairs, and I see them hugging, and
my mother is wiping her face with her handkerchief.”

“What do you think happened?” Sara asked, playing along with Seth’s vision.

“Solomon says we don’t have to figure out all the details, just the happy ending.”

“Well,
that
feels good.”

“Yeah.”

“I sure hope this works,” Sara said.

“Me, too. Anyway, I do feel better.”

“Me, too.”

“I better get going.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

“Seth!” Sara called back over her shoulder. “If your dad and mom aren’t happy tonight, now you can remember our version instead
of theirs. You know what I mean?”

“I do. I think I’ll go to bed early. It’ll be easier to imagine them happy if I’m not looking at their sad faces.”

“Yeah.” Sara laughed. “Good idea.”

“Seth!” Sara called out again. “I really
do
believe it’s going to be all right. I have a really good feeling about all of this.”

“Yeah! See ya.”