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.
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. o poder do subconsciente pdf
"This is for you," the old woman said. "Your kiln is hot, but your mind is cold." Clara realized she had been giving terrible orders