The Creation Frequency: Tune In to the Power of the Universe to Manifest the Life of Your Dreams - Softcover

Murphy, Mike

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1608685543 ISBN 13: 9781608685547

Publisher: New World Library, 2018

Synopsis

A powerful seven-week program for creating the life of your dreams

Are you living the life you’ve always dreamed of, or have you settled for being less than truly happy? Do you secretly yearn for love, for freedom, for abundance, for peace, or for purpose? This short book contains the secret to finally creating the life you want. Are you ready to take back your power and become the author of your own destiny?

At the darkest moment of his life, Mike Murphy was shown a simple yet powerful method for manifesting his heart’s desires. He used it to change his own life: A broke, desperate, divorced, alcoholic young man became a wealthy businessman, loving husband and father, and passionate philanthropist. Now he shares the precise process that enabled him to make this extraordinary transformation. In these pages, he will teach you how to tune in to the vibration at the heart of the Universe — the Creation Frequency — and use it to create lasting fulfillment, prosperity, and happiness.

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About the Author

Mike Murphy is a successful entrepreneur, speaker, coach, and philanthropist. He is the founder of the Love from Margot Foundation, which supports women with cancer, and Mountains of Hope, a transformational retreat center in Colombia. His first book, Love Unfiltered, was a Wall Street Journal bestseller. He divides his time between Northern California and Colombia.

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PROLOGUE
The Mystery Man

In just seven weeks, I will teach you how to turn your life around and get everything you ever wanted.

If a complete stranger made that promise to you, would you believe him? I did, several decades ago, and it was the most important decision I’ve ever made. I followed the instructions that stranger gave me—the same method you’ll learn in this book—and every one of my dreams came true. Now, I’m promising you the same. If you choose to believe me, you won’t regret it.

No matter where you are in life right now, I’m here to show you how you can have everything you ever wanted—and more. If you feel like everything’s going in the wrong direction, take a deep breath and stop. I’ve been there. It feels like being sucked down a drain with nothing to grab hold of. But this is the moment you can turn it all around.

It doesn’t matter how tough things seem, how badly you’ve messed up, how many bridges you’ve burned or hearts you’ve broken, including your own. It’s not too late to repair the damage, and succeed beyond your wildest dreams. No matter where you are coming from, what mistakes you have made, how you have failed or stumbled on your path, you will not find judgment from me in these pages. I have known the path of fear and guilt and regret. And I have been blessed with the opportunity to turn it all around—to turn fear into love, guilt into gratitude, regret into hope. That’s the opportunity I want to offer you too.

Maybe you’re thinking, “My life’s not all that bad.” But is it everything it could be? If you’re flatlining, not really going anywhere, I can show you how to break out of the numbness and let the energy of love propel you forward into possibilities you’ve never allowed yourself to consider. If your life has been pretty good up until now—if you’ve been blessed with a supportive family, a good education, and some degree of success—then I will simply show you how to accelerate your journey. And if you’ve been successful beyond your wildest dreams, but find yourself still feeling like something is missing, I can help you to discover the secret that will make all of it meaningful.

I’ve come to understand that there is an unimaginable power within each and every one of us. For some, it may seem like only a tiny, flickering flame, almost snuffed out by the negativity in the world around us and the limiting beliefs in our own minds. But my goal in this book is to fan this flame, to make it bright and strong and powerful so that it radiates through you in everything you do. I’d like to share my story with you, because if I can get there from where I was, you can get there from here, whatever “here” looks like for you.

* * *

In one of our family albums, there is a photo of me, one year old, with a bottle of beer wedged between my chubby knees and a cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I’m sure it was just a joke on my parents’ part, but unfortunately it was prescient. I started drinking in eighth grade, spent my teenage years in and out of jail, and was kicked out of three schools. Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, I survived eight car accidents, all of them alcohol-related.

I was not the first in my family to have a drinking problem. My dad’s parents were both alcoholics, and he was made a ward of the state of California at the age of thirteen. Sure enough, he grew up to become an alcoholic himself, and my mother, although sweet and loving, was unable to do anything but support his habit.

At the age of fourteen, I ran away from home, traveling from Cincinnati, Ohio, to Lexington, Kentucky, with just a few dollars in my pocket, staying in Lexington a few weeks before a kind priest helped me to find my way home. That was the first of a number of attempts to leave it all behind.

In my early twenties, I married Lisa, my teenage sweetheart. It was a drunken, spur-of-the moment decision on my part that threw together two lost and lonely young people who didn’t really know themselves or each other that well. I was a terrible husband— unfaithful, eventually unemployed, and fast adopting my father’s worst habits as I drank and took drugs to dull my guilt over the disaster I was making of my marriage. In the midst of this chaos, Lisa became pregnant.

When my daughter Michelle was just two months old, I looked at myself in the mirror and was overwhelmed by shame and humiliation at what a loser I’d become, and the fact that everyone knew it. So I ran away from it all, just as I had as a teenager and many times since. Only this time, Lisa had had enough. When I called her after a week of partying, she refused to take me back.

Driving aimlessly through town, I ended up at the church where we had gotten married. I wasn’t a believer, but I was so desperate that I stumbled up the steps, only to find the door locked. So I sat out on those steps and I demanded that if God was real, he should manifest right there—then, and only then, I would believe, and I would change my ways. Nothing happened. But by the grace of God, the next day I found myself in an AA meeting, and for the first time in months, I felt a stirring of hope.

By the spring of 1983, I was divorced and felt like I was dying inside, although I would never admit that to anyone. I had made a resolution to turn my

life around, whatever it took, but I honestly didn’t know if I could survive the pain in the meantime. I put on a tough face, got a job waiting tables, and dutifully fulfilled my child-support obligations. I joined a program and stopped drinking. I started reading every self-help book I could get my hands on. But the noose around my heart grew tighter and tighter the harder I tried to break through. I was living in a constant state of fear and depression. In hindsight, I think I was experiencing the accumulated pain of all my childhood wounds, but most immediately, the source of my anguish was my separation from my wife and infant daughter.

It was all my fault. That was the worst part. I had created this mess, and now I had to survive long enough to fix it. At one of my lowest moments, a good friend offered to introduce me to a man who he thought could help. He scribbled an address on a piece of paper.

So it was that I found myself driving my 1971 Ford Pinto through a nondescript suburban neighborhood. Although it was a cold and rainy northern California day, I had to keep the car window open, because the driver’s door had been damaged, and would not stay closed unless I drove with one arm out of the window, holding it shut. I pulled up outside the modest home of this mystery man with one wet arm and wildly disheveled hair.

My friend had told me that this man could help me, but it would cost me $50 an hour, an awful lot of money to me at the time. I barely scraped by on the $2000 a month I made waiting tables in two different restaurants, and I was $40,000 in debt. But I was desperate, so I took a deep breath, scraped my wet hair off my face, and rang the doorbell.

A middle-aged guy answered the door, shook my hand, and introduced himself. I’m sure he told me his name, but strangely, for decades later I could not recall it, and so I always thought of him as the Mystery Man. What I do recall was the feeling I got when I first laid eyes on him. My heart sank. I’d been hoping for a white- bearded wise man, or an exotic-looking mystic like those I’d read about in my self- help books. This guy certainly didn’t look like a miracle-worker—he looked more like a schoolteacher or an accountant. He invited me in to his kitchen, and offered me a cup of coffee. Taking a seat opposite me, he sat quietly for a moment, and then, in a soft but surprisingly commanding voice, he made a proposal:

“Here’s how it’s going to work. We’ll meet one hour a week for seven weeks. Between our meetings, I’ll expect you to do just a little work to prepare for the next. In the seventh week, you will receive a gift that will forever change your life.”

Shrinking back in my seat, all I could think about was seven times fifty—$350 that I didn’t have. I also noted the simplicity of the small house, with its well-worn furniture and unremarkable location, which did not give me much confidence in this man’s ability to materialize anything. It all just seemed a bit far-fetched.

I must have looked unconvinced, because he suddenly pushed back his chair, stood up, and leaned across the table, so close that his face was almost touching mine. “You do this and you will get everything you want!”

His intensity took me aback, but something in his demeanor was compelling. Maybe this unassuming mystery man really did know the secret to getting my life back on track. One thing I knew for sure was that it couldn’t get much worse. And I had nowhere else to turn.

As I sat there trying to decide if this was crazy or if it just might work, I remembered how one of the inspirational authors I’d been reading said that when you spend money on your mind it is not an expense but an investment. No one had ever invested in my mind, so I figured I’d take a chance and see if it paid off. Besides, I told myself, if I didn’t like the first week I wouldn’t return, so I would only be down $50. Deep down, however, I knew that this wasn’t really about my mind. It was about the unrelenting pain in my heart. I scribbled out a check.

About this edition

• Publisher: New World Library
• Publication date: 2018
• ISBN 10: 1608685543
• ISBN 13: 9781608685547
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 176