I Was Never Broken

Introduction

Raine Teller lives a joyous life, moment-by-moment. She will be the first to tell you it hasn’t always been that way.

Raine’s life transformed through the process of being coached by Robyn Jamison. Because of Raine’s profound shift from feeling disempowered to living life powerfully, the two of us want to share our journey with you.

Think of this book as one that both tells a tale and provides a potential path for your own journey of transformation.

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Chapter 11

Robyn I love the story that Raine tells in her email below. It’s about her experience of attracting a wonderful house. If you put yourself in her shoes as you read this and keep in mind the plethora of ideas and principles we have been sharing with you, this account of Raine’s acquiring the home of her dreams will instruct by example as well as entertain you.

Raine

After I chose to manifest a wonderful homestead for my daughter me as my Attraction Endeavor, I decided to aim for a house on a sizable parcel of land. As I shared back in Session 5 about creating my future home, I made sure to include everything I could ever want. Armed with a precise picture of what I wanted to manifest, I was now inspired to move into action.

I consulted my computer wizard daughter, Davide. After all, hadn’t she found her little jewel of an apartment in New York City using the computer? And hadn’t she bought it in one day from start to finish and closed on it within a month? And hadn’t it accrued in value during the years she had lived it in? I was counting on the same miraculous results for myself.

Davide immediately found a potential house for us by doing a computer search. We went and looked at it. It was nice but it wasn’t the house Spirit had in mind for us. It didn’t quite fit my attraction plan; it lacked important aspects of what I wanted. I wanted room. I wanted land. I wanted trees. I wanted a family house. I wanted it to be party house. I wanted all of that. Coaching had taught me not to settle for less than what I envisioned. So, I considered this house to be a Sign of Land, a good thing indeed.

A few days later, Davide called from her apartment in New York to tell me that our real estate agent was coming to get me and take me to see another house. It was out in the country. I enlisted a friend to go with me. When we got to the road that led to the house, I stopped next to a horse paddock where three horses played in the grass alongside a stream. There stood two magnificent live oaks that had seen the better part of three centuries of Texas life before I ever laid eyes on them. I called Davide from my car. “Buy it,” I exclaimed excitedly. She asked if I had looked at it. “Oh, no, I haven’t seen the house yet, but you should see the water crossing, with two magnificent sentinel live oaks!”

"Go see the house, Mom, and then call me back,” she answered. We drove up a hill, and as I looked over a canyon rim to the far side of the land and saw the beauty of the land and the loveliness of the houses on the other side, I called her again. “Buy it!”. She asked what my first impression of the house was. “Oh, I haven’t seen it yet,” I admitted. She again encouraged me to go look at the house.

When we got to the house at last, which sat on a little over an acre of land, we were delighted to see it was covered with incredibly lofty live oak trees plus a gorgeous fig tree in bloom. Fig trees are close to my heart; the edible delights that come from them had been part of my early years visiting with relatives who lived in Virginia. Here were figs that we could preserve right there on the side of this low, Texas Hill Country ranch house. There was a 2-car garage and a detached little barn over to one side hiding under even more live oaks.

“Buy it,” I exclaimed once again to my daughter. She asked, “Does it look like the pictures on the computer site?” I said, “Yes! “ Her next question was, “What about the rooms; are they as large as they are described and pictured?” I replied, “Oh, I haven’t been inside yet.” She ordered with exasperation, “Mom, go look inside and call me back.”

We went inside. There was a room in the middle with a giant skylight. My friend sat down with me on the fireplace ledge that faced the living room on one side and went through to the other side, where a large family room stood off the kitchen. One could see straight through to the dining room. As we sat there, marveling at the size and soar of the ceilings, he said, “I think your refugee days are over. I think this room is your new synagogue.” I agreed, moved to tears. This large inside room would perfectly house the synagogue with the Torah cabinet on the eastern wall, where all Torah cabinets are built. All of my books and my dining-room table would also fit perfectly into that room, making it into a study as well. The family room was certainly large enough to serve as the living room.

I called Davide back. “Buy it,” I said. “Mom, is it what you want, what you need?” “Davide, it is all I have ever dreamed of and more.” She asked more questions that I couldn’t answer because I hadn’t gotten any farther than the front rooms. She asked me to check out the bedrooms, the garage, the laundry room, the bathrooms. I was delighted, upon further inspection, to find a master bedroom suite with bathroom and 2 closets that, combined, were bigger than both my entire apartment back in New Jersey and the one here in Austin. The suite was bigger than Davide’s whole apartment in New York City. I called her back and told her all about it. We would later name the house “The Ranch,” as that is how it appeared to us. It was bigger than anything we had lived in before. It far exceeded what I had envisioned.

Davide then asked if I liked the pool. “What pool?” I answered. I hadn’t even noticed that there was a swimming pool in the backyard. I looked through the glass doors of the master bedroom onto the back deck. There were more live oaks, red oaks, a pear tree, 2 palm trees and a swimming pool with a hot tub. “Buy it, “ I exclaimed again. “I have seen it all, and I am home.”

It was then that I realized that this house had every single feature on my Attraction Plan.

That was the first of February. We closed on the house on the last day of February. The house had been on the market for quite some time. The owner had already bought another house, so she was paying two mortgages. The seller spontaneously lowered the price, perhaps concerned we might change our minds. She further sweetened the deal by offering us a $5000 allowance to redo paint colors and floors. Then she called and offered us the massive marble and glass dining table with high backed upholstered chairs because it was too big for her new home. Of course we gratefully accepted her offer. This was another indication that we were in the right place since I had already decided to use my dining room table and chairs in the synagogue.

After we closed on the house and moved in on the last day of February, news broke that President Obama would allow new home buyers (including folks like me who hadn’t owned anything in a long time) to get an $8000 rebate on any new house purchased that year! Buying at the very lowest point of the housing slump, with the lowered price, the $5000 allowance and the $8000 rebate, we thought we had just made the buy of the century.

This experience flew in the face of a belief that I had held for many years in the past, which was that I would never be successful in real estate. My plan of attraction, with no emotional attachment to the outcome, was a huge success!