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The New York Story

Excerpts from "Only Your Thoughts Can Upset You"
By Terry Winchester

 Depression sets me free

I woke up one morning feeling totally disillusioned with life. Everything seemed so meaningless. Outside I could hear the cars starting up, indicating that at least some people had found enough motivation to drag themselves out of bed to face another meaningless day. What was the point, when at the end of the struggle to survive, you drop dead anyway? I looked at the sleeping bodies littering the floor all around me. They were from all around the world. Some of them came from affluent backgrounds and circumstances. Why had they ended up here in this dingy basement bed-sitter in Earls Court, London? Surely the twenty years of struggle their parents had gone through to make a happy life for them had meant something?

The most depressing thing of all was my own predicament. There I was, this qualified and out of work, Hypnotherapist who was a Master of the Universe, reduced to a drunken bum. How quickly we forget! I had to get out of this rut. I had been unable to influence my friends to the better and now I had allowed them to influence me to my own detriment. This life of drugs and drink was not worth living.

I just lay there totally disillusioned, contemplating suicide. It seemed a rather messy option that would upset a lot of people, especially my mother, so I decided against it, but the thought of spending the next forty years eking out a miserable living, and then dropping dead, did not appeal to me either. I would rather drop dead now—thanks very much. So I decided to do it a different way. I would go to New York City on a one-way ticket with no money. I figured that if I crumpled up in the gutter and died, that would be fine. It would be an honourable way to go. While I lay there staring at the ceiling, a glimmer of hope entered my mind. Maybe I would find someone in America that would confirm that these miraculous things that had happened to me were based on natural law and not just the odd stroke of luck that had come and gone for me.

As I lay in bed my mind soared to new heights as I was reminded of some of the other things that the carpenter’s son had mentioned. He went so far as to say that even if you did drop dead for any reason, you would have the power to bring yourself back to life again if you wanted to. He actually did just that himself and today, millions of people follow him. Gee! This is going to be interesting. This is much better than suicide and I could become famous in the process! The old feeling was back and I was once again reminded that the whole world was my oyster.

I think the reason I chose New York was because I believed that if society was right and I was going to die in the street having no money, no friends, no means of survival, then

the Big Apple was the best place to be. I believed that people would step right over me like I had seen in the movies, because they didn’t want to get involved with a destitute. It was very important for me to see if all that biblical ‘stuff’ about God providing and not having to take thought for what you eat or wear, was true or not. If it were a lie then I would just crumple up in that gutter and die. If it were true, well just think of the consequences for mankind!

The Universe certainly didn’t waste any time because the next evening, while I was having my usual pint of lager in the Zambezi club, a beautiful, angelic looking Being, with long blonde hair plonked herself on the bar stool next to me and staring me straight in the eyes said, “Hi.”. I nearly fell of my chair! I had always been too shy to meet girls and ended up sitting in the corner admiring them from a distance. We started talking and I mentioned that I was thinking of going to New York City. “I knew we met for a reason,” she mused, “I am a travel agent and can fix you up with a light.” The fact that I had limited funds didn’t seem to worry her and the next day a half-price, one-way ticket materialised. She must have been working for the ‘special branch.’ The Universe had performed yet another miracle at my request. The Nazarene had not been lying!

The light from London to New York was one of the most enjoyable experiences I have ever had in my life. Thinking back, it must have been because I had absolutely no idea about what was going to happen to me. I had no plans, no thoughts, not a care in the world. It was truly a liberating feeling. It was as if some benevolent force had taken over my life and everything was perfect. I actually felt sorry for all the tourists on board who were busying themselves with all their travel arrangements. I just stared out of the plane window mesmerised by the beauty and freedom of each moment. Every thought that chose to cross my mind simply floated by like the soft white clouds below me. The peace was indescribable.

On arrival at JF Kennedy Airport I was herded towards the immigration counter. A thought arose in the empty space in my head that this was going to be interesting because these were the guys that checked to see if you qualify to enter their country. I had left London on a prayer and a whim, literally. I had materialised a half-priced, one-way ticket to escape a depressing predicament. I was about to test the scripture that states that we must ‘take no thought for tomorrow, for what we eat or wear.’ I had made no plans and had no money. If this did not work and they threw me out of the USA, someone upstairs was going to have some explaining to do! Either millions of people have been deceived, or it is true that :

All our needs are met
-Bible

I handed over my passport and the bored looking official went straight to the back page where ones travel allowance is usually recorded. He was about to ask me why the page was blank when the phone behind him rang. He turned around to answer it. At that point I started to have doubts about this whole thing. So, thinking that the Universe might need a little help in pulling this one off, I visualised him turning around, stamping my passport and saying, “Have a nice trip.” That is exactly what happened. I could not believe it. To this day I don’t know if it was the picture that I had implanted in the nape of his neck that did this, or whether that phone call was some sort of special instruction from above to waive the rules in this case.

I moved on. The hippie behind me, who looked similar to me with his torn jeans and long beard, handed in his passport and the official immediately looked at the back to check his finances. He was told that he fell short by a hundred dollars and therefore could not enter the country. The unfortunate youngster was put on the next light back to London. That would teach him to break the rules!

As I walked out of the terminal building I saw a bus marked New York City. Although I had no money for a ticket, something told me to board. A few minutes after the bus set off, the conductor came around shouting, “Tickets please!” Everyone reached for their tickets and had them clipped by the chubby little man with a funny accent. If I had a ticket I would have gladly given it to him. He walked straight past me. I don’t know whether it was because I was not a ‘ticket holder’ and therefore had no business with a ‘ticket collector’, or because he also worked for the Universe in his spare time.

Whatever the reason, I could not believe my eyes when I stepped off the bus and saw the Empire State building standing to my right…exactly as I had visualised it while lying in my dingy bed-sitter in London. This visualisation trick had no limit. The ‘image that I held before me had come about.’ You obviously do not need to be religious for this to work—it is just the way things are. I knew now that I could walk on water, multiply fish and stuff like that, if need be.

Happiness at last—I find peace in New York

As I stood there, my life was complete. I felt the peace that passes all understanding. This was what I had come in search of. There was a feeling of total freedom because I had no preferences or opinions about anything. I was high because I had no thoughts. Not only did the whole of New York City belong to me but the whole benevolent Universe awaited my next command! I suddenly saw that this Universe was not some outside force to which one must appeal for help—’It’ was ‘I’ and ‘I’ was ‘It.’ The Universe and I were one. That is why I just had to imagine something and it came about. I was creating my own reality in my own Universe. It was all a big game and I was the author.

I didn’t have to experience New York City through the window of a tourist bus—I was New York City and everyone in it, from the tramps rummaging in the dustbins, to the millionaire businessman in his pin-striped suit and sunglasses, to the peeling paint on the lamp post. I realised that, if you have no thoughts, there is nothing that you do not know. You are one with everything. We have all heard these things said before, but to actually experience them is ‘out of this world.’

As I glanced at the tramp I could smell the dustbin and knew his every thought as we considered taking a bite of the stale hamburger crust. As I tuned into the businessman who was hurrying by, I began to feel anxious about the gold price and whether we should sell or not. The peeling paint on the lamp post didn’t seem to care one bit about all the drama occurring around it. It even seemed oblivious to the fact that its years of clinging to the pole were nearly over.

Suddenly I became aware of my own body again and felt all smooth inside. This is the very thing that society warns you not to do: “Do not end up destitute in the street,” they say, “Especially in a strange town, you will surely die.” Well, the reality turned out to be the exact opposite of all these prophecies of doom. I proved for myself that if you ‘take no thought for tomorrow, for what you eat or what you wear,’ you will connect with a place within yourself that is complete and whole right now. We do not have to live off the sweat of our brow because we have already arrived.

The journey has no distance
-ACIM

 After a while, I don’t know how long as there seemed to be no time or space in this dimension, I noticed someone standing next to me. A bus pulled up and this guy said “Here’s your bus”. When I replied that it was not my bus as I was not going anywhere, he became concerned. He asked me why I had nowhere to go and if he could help me. I pondered his question for a while, and then just shrugged my shoulders.

“No thanks” I smiled. “There is nowhere to go and nothing to do. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.” The words just came out of my mouth.

 Suddenly, the bus pulled off. He looked at me and said, “Hey! Now I’ve got nowhere to go. You made me miss my bus!” He just stood there looking a bit perplexed and then said, “You know what, it feels great! I feel free. I’ve got nowhere to go and nothing to do, at least until the next bus comes along. This is the peace I’ve looked for all my life, I’m happy.” I grinned in agreement.

“Do you know that we are supposed to be worried about this?” he said as he burst out laughing. “People are going to think that we have lost it when in fact we have found it.” Our laughter was interrupted by the arrival of the next bus. As I had nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, he insisted that I come home with him to meet his wife.

They fed me and we talked way into the night. They kept on asking me all these philosophical questions about the meaning of life and how the Universe worked etc. Whatever question they asked had this simple answer that just popped into my mind. I was amazed at the words that were coming out of my own mouth. It was all so simple—and yet so profound. The next day they brought all their friends around and we continued discussing freedom, life, death and all that stuff and everyone, including myself, was astounded at the answers. We all just got high together as we remembered what we had forgotten. It was as if we had been sitting in a dark room all this time and now someone had switched on the light and we could all see again.

Life doesn't begin when you hit London. It begins when you hit Home - which happens when you let go and let God. The MindFrame Technique shows you how.

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