Synchronicity

Hello,I suppose you want to know how I acquired my great wealth.

Come in, sit down and make yourself comfortable.

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Oh,you just come for the story.

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Money, the root of all evil.

No, for the love of money is the root of all evil.

Well,I never had much,but like most people I always wanted more. No matter how hard I worked and how much money I saved,I always ended up spending the money on some unforseen emergency.

I got so fed up with scrimping and saving and ending up with nothing, that I decided to investigate ways and means by which I could be financially Independent.

My first stop was the library. I browsed through the how to make a million writing your first novel. It seems too hit and miss for me.

I checked out the how to set up your own business and retire on easy street section.

I read many books on how to earn money,but nothing struck a cord with me.

Vexed with the state of affairs and my dwindling cash reserve, I decided to go an alternative route.

I purchased a book on spells, magic, incantations and what not. I read the book with interest and decided on the perfect spell for me.

The spell that I did, I will not quote here for obvious reasons. All what I will say is that it was a spell for money, fortune and to understand synchronicity in nature.

My body tingled as I did the spell on the first night of the full moon.

My first breakthrough came one week after the spell. That morning, I came downstairs and switched on the television. The weatherman was on and I distinctly heard him say;

"The racing weather is rock solid today at Kempton."

As was my wont in the evenings, I was reading the days' racing results on teletext, when lo and behold the 2.50 at Kempton was won by a horse called Rock Solid.

Determined not to miss such golden opportunities in the future, I decided there and then to take more notice of my surroundings and things in general.

Thereafter, everything I did turned to gold.

The next day I went to a public telephone box to phone a friend. I lifted the receiver and a one pound coin fell on the ground between my feet.

I waited till the wednesday and I did six numbers on the lotto, with baited breath I watched the numbers tumble from the machine.

Three of those numbers were mine.

I collected my ten pounds from the shop and walked down the high street feeling lucky. A strange thing happened then. I walked past a shop with a collection box for the needy.

On a whim I put half of my winnings in the box.

Two days later, I was reading the newspaper and on the racing pages a horse called Lucky star caught my eye. I put my five pounds on him to win.

I got a return of fifty pounds from the bookmakers for my five pounds outlay.

I gave half of my winnings to the poor and needy.

My financial standings zoomed to new heights the day a group of numbers literally smacked me in the face.

It was a cold and windy day and I was wondering where my next big win would come from. I was walking the back streets of town and a swirling mass of newspapers flew in my face.

I stopped and removed the offending articles and went to chuck them away. I noticed that they were six different newspapers and upon closer inspection saw that they had six different dates. I made a note of the dates and played the numbers on the lotto.

That night, with mounting excitement, one by one the numbers I had played were ejected from the machine.

I jumped up and gave the mother of all screams at my good fortune. I had won the rollover jackpot of ten million pounds.

I gave half to the poor and needy.

Of course, good news travels fast and the media soon heard of my unorthodox talent for winning money. I declined any interviews and said the usual no comment.

To this day I am still playing the numbers. I look for coincidences in nature and then play.

Up to now, I have always won.

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