The Pink Bicycle

And the joy it could bring

In the display window at the front of MacDougall’s Hardware Store on Main Street was a sparkling new pink girl’s bicycle. It had a white wicker basket in front of the handle bars with plastic purple flowers attached to the front. It had purple and pink and white streamers coming out of the hand grips. It was not a little girl’s bike but it was also not an adult bike. It was the perfect size for girls like Brenda and Janet.

Every time Brenda passed by MacDougall’s Hardware Store — which was at least once a day — she would stop and stare at the bike. In her head she would say, “I want that bike! I want that bike! I want that bike!” Before going to sleep each night Brenda would kneel beside her bed, put her hands together, and pray, “I want that bike! I want that bike! I want that bike!”

As with everyone else, Brenda’s brain was like a computer. It took in data then filed it away into an ever-growing database. “I want that bike,” is a very simple thought. It is very easily compressed into a file (the I want that bike file) and quickly stored in the database. Every time Brenda had that thought her brain would open the file, put that very same thought into it then file it away. The data was very simple and complete so her brain never sent the thought out into her electromagnetic biofield where it could connect with the infinite field of infinite possibilities. It went directly into a file in her mental database.

Janet’s father worked at a barber shop on Main Street just a block down from MacDougall’s Hardware Store. Since Janet visited her father every day after school she passed MacDougall’s Hardware Store almost every day. Whenever she did she would stop and stare at the pink bicycle for a moment. She would then close her eyes and imagine herself riding that bike. She imagined how riding that bicycle would make her feel. She imagined the streamers blowing in the wind. She imagined her hair blowing in the wind and she could practically feel the wind on her face. She felt the motion and speed and freedom and exuberance. She imagined the joy which riding that bike would fill her with. She concentrated on that feeling as intensely as she could. Before going to sleep at night she would close her eyes and feel the joy of riding that pink bicycle.

When Janet’s thoughts about that pink bicycle registered in her brain the thoughts came with a strong feeling. It is easy for brains to deal with data; to create, compress, and store a file. But brains cannot easily do that with feeling. It needs completed data in order to compress a file. So with such strong feeling attached to the thoughts, the file remains open and cannot be compressed. The brain then sends the incomplete data with feeling attached out into Janet’s electromagnetic biofield where it can connect with the infinite field of infinite possibilities in order to attract whatever it takes to complete the data and feeling so the brain can compress the file.

To Brenda’s horror she passed by MacDougall’s Hardware Store one day and the pink bicycle was gone! A tear squirted out of one of her eyes. “I wanted that bike! I wanted it more than anyone! It’s not fair! Why did I not get what I wanted?” she thought to herself. (Her brain, of course, compressed those thoughts into a file which would be brought up whenever she did not get what she wanted.)

Meanwhile, out on the dirt road past the baseball fields heading toward the lake, Janet was flying on her new pink bicycle. The wind was blowing through her hair as she felt the utter joy of the motion and freedom the bike brought her. She was having the time of her life as she pedaled along. Her feeling manifested.

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