Do you like mustard in your pancakes? Are you afraid that the mustard over there in the cupboard is going to come near your pancake mix and invade it? Not likely, right? You’re probably thinking, “what a ridiculous idea, the mustard isn’t going to get into my pancakes unless I go over there and put it in myself”. You know, that if you don’t want mustard in your pancakes, you just don’t put the mustard in the mix, right? Logic would tell you that if there’s an ingredient you don’t want in your mix, why put it in? So how often in a day do you think about what you don’t want to experience? How often do you think about those things you don’t like? How often do you have conversations with your friends, real or imagined (oh, come on, you know you have imaginary friends), about those things you don’t want, dislike, disapprove of, or downright hate? How often do you complain about something? Ok, fess up. Well, guess what? Every time you do that, it’s like putting mustard in your pancakes. So I hope you like mustard pancakes. I know, it seems harmless to talk about or to think about those things that you don’t want, and it seems harmless to complain, and it seems harmless to criticize someone, but every time you do, you’re including it in the mix of your point of attraction and depending on how much or how often, or how intensely you feel about these things, determines the amount of mustard you’re putting in the mix. So next time you’re inclined to talk about what you don’t want, or to keep thinking about what displeases you, or choose to complain about something, you might want to ask yourself if you like mustard pancakes….cuz that’s what you’re gonna get.
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