Years later, when a young apprentice asked Clara for her secret, she handed him a worn, folded printout.
Clara realized she had been giving terrible orders. Every time she said, "I am unlucky," her subconscious believed it and went to work finding bad luck. Every time she whispered, "The pots will break," her subconscious said, "As you wish," and weakened the clay. o poder do subconsciente pdf
Clara took a deep breath. She touched the broken clay and said aloud, "This is just yesterday’s thought. Tomorrow will be different." She cleaned the kiln, adjusted the temperature, and that night, she did her visualization again—this time with more feeling. On the seventh day, Clara opened the kiln. The heat rushed out. And inside, glowing like amber and honey, were ten perfect pots. Not one crack. Not one warp. The glaze had melted into rivers of gold. Years later, when a young apprentice asked Clara
She imagined picking up a warm, perfect vase from the kiln. She imagined the smooth, unbroken glaze. She imagined a customer holding the vase and gasping, "This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Every time she whispered, "The pots will break,"