Author: Martin Bartloff
First let me say this. I’m not here to sell you anything, or make you buy my novel.
I prepared this blog solely to share my very own experience with you about the law of Attraction. It has helped me throughout my life and until this day.
What you’re about to read is based on true events, no sugar or pepper added. I will start with a short introduction then move on to what you came here for.
The Secret.
Keep in mind this is only part I of a short series. There is too much to pack into one blog and I don’t want you to droop out on me. I don’t need to overwhelm you with too much information all at once. Throughout this series I will present watertight prove that the law of attraction is very present in my life.
My name is
Martin Bartloff. I was born and raised in Germany. I moved to the United States in August of 1991 at the age of twenty-five. I’m a YA fiction writer and a business owner of a European automotive facility. We service, repair and sell Mercedes Benz and other European brands. My automotive business has grown to be self sufficient and I only go in to turn a couple of screws here and there and to make sure everything is running smoothly.
I didn’t always know about the law of attraction, matter of fact, I didn’t even read “The Secret” until two years ago when a dear friend and customer demanded I read the book.
I was stunned as I flipped the first pages. The book explained what I previously thought was a special connection with the almighty creator, who granted all my wishes and desires, dreams and goals since early childhood.
Thoughts become things, which is what the law of attraction is all about. I’m not here to explain the technicalities of that. You should read “The Secret” or other literature explaining the phenomenon.
I assume most of you have heard, or perhaps been introduced through other media, or the word of mouth of the law of attraction. If this is totally new to you, read on, you cannot afford to miss this.
Basically, and just to get started here, if you engage in drama, drama is what returns to you. If you walk to your mail box expecting nothing but bills. Bills is what you will receive and if you constantly convince yourself that your problems are out of your own control, then your problems will remain with you. You need to stop now and make some changes, unless you’re perfectly content with where you are in life. Are you?
I think we all have room for improvement in our lives, some more than others.
When I graduated from high school I was always told that I could not attend trade school (big deal in Germany) based on my math grades. I wanted to learn a trade where I worked, but they wouldn’t sponsor me, telling me I would bitterly fail at math. I believed it. At seventeen, my life was going nowhere. I learned a partial trade as a room decorator.
My hobbies where cars, but the thought of applying for a sponsorship to attend trade school, never even remotely entered my mind until I had built a large group of friends who brought their cars to me to look at. Still I was not able to legally work on automobiles anywhere. Not having a trade school diploma in Germany, all you can do is work at a gas station, wash windows and check oil.
There was a small repair facility outside of my town, where I took my friends cars for the annual emissions tests. At the age of twenty-two my girlfriend at the time suggested I apply there to be sponsored. It was worth a try, so I asked and was accepted despite my bad math grades back in high school. I made a ton of money working day and night and going to trade school for 3 weeks every other month. I graduated with an -F- in math, but an -A- in technical drawing which was also a main subject of automotive school.
As a child I wanted nothing more than to be self employed and own an automotive shop. Three years later and just days before my graduation, it didn’t look so good; my homeroom teacher in trade school prepared me for the worst. He said my math grades were likely to cause me to fail, meaning I would have had to tag on another 6 months and try again.
In the mean while I had plans to spend the money I made traveling the United States and stay until my funds were depleted. I visited a psychic-just out of curiosity. She was from another town and knew nothing about me. Rumors had been that she was outstanding.
I never forget sitting on the sofa, expecting to see a crystal ball any second now. Instead she sat there sifting through random pictures she requires with any customer. I even tricked her and mixed in a picture of a person I didn’t even know.
“I see no relevance to this person.” Then she went on, telling me things she couldn’t have known. And then came the big one. “You’re going away very soon after you finish something that has been on your mind. Worry no more, it will end in your favor.”
Then she explained I was going away right after and not come back. Wow, I didn’t even know that at the time. She warned me about tropical weather where I was going, how it was dangerous and I should me on the look out.
On graduation day I overslept, came in two hours late. I thought that was it and saw myself going to school for another 6 months. That afternoon I finished first and received my diploma as an Automotive Technician (big deal in Europe.)
Two days later I was packing my stuff, got on the plane to the United States. I told my family that I will not come back until my funds were gone. Five years later I opened my own business in Virginia, Today I have five employees.
End of part 1
--Martin
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