Weed Out the Scumbags

L Aylward Diana

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This book is a testament to the knowing that soulmates do usually find each other, in one way or another, as the universe deems. The author's story is meant to enlighten and give credence to those who are desperate to encounter their one and only soulmate. Your soulmate is very likely to appear, but the catch is to sometimes make it happen on your own-as this author has done. Had she not 'bit the bullet' by taking certain actions to bring her soulmate to her-unbeknownst to him-this book might not have been written. Her tactics were clear and steadfast, and her story is evidence to her truth that almost anyone can find their soulmate, anywhere in the world. She did. Why not you?

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
• Date de parution: 28 mai 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528954198
• Langue: English

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W eed O ut the S cumbags: T he A rt of F inding Y our S oulmate
Diana L. Aylward
Austin Macauley Publishers
2021-05-28
Weed Out the Scumbags: The Art of Finding Your Soulmate About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Preface Introduction Chapter One: Looking for The One Chapter Two: Getting Down to Basics Chapter Three: Get Real Chapter Four: Message in a Bottle Chapter Five: Fine-Tuning Your Grand Design Chapter Six: The Law of Attraction: Empower Yourself Chapter Seven: The Ultimate Power: Become a Love Magnet Chapter Eight: Spiff Up Your Mojo Chapter Nine: The Flow Chapter Ten: Letting Go While Holding On Chapter Eleven: The Nature of Soulmates Chapter Twelve: Connecting with Your Soulmate Chapter Thirteen: Check Your Ps and Qs Chapter Fourteen: Get It Right the First Time Chapter Fifteen: Writing Can Be Your Key to Love Chapter Sixteen: Relax Chapter Seventeen: Playing It Cool Chapter Eighteen: He Appears! Chapter Nineteen: Magic Chapter Twenty: How Did He Find Me? Chapter Twenty-One: Voices in the Night Chapter Twenty-Two: Finally Chapter Twenty-Three: Love --> Chapter Twenty-Four: Soulmates
About the Author
Diana L. Aylward has been a practicing spiritualist, astrologer, numerologist and metaphysician for over forty-five years. She has a master’s degree from UCLA and is a retired college professor, after having taught Spanish and English for 25 years. She has travelled the world many times over, was a lecture guide at the United Nations and has written five books to date. Mrs Aylward’s passion is life itself: to understand and appreciate the intricacies and preciousness of all that is. This book is an example of the tools to which we have access for all that we want in life.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my husband, my soulmate, the one who manifested his essence into my world—a world in which I knew that he was the one for whom I had been waiting, from thousands of miles away and for thousands of lives before.
Copyright Information ©
Diana L. Aylward (2021)
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All of the events in this memoir are true to the best of author’s memory. The views expressed in this memoir are solely those of the author.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
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Preface
The title of this book relates back to the early year of 2000, while I was sitting alone at a sushi bar, when a highly recognised American commentator—a nationally syndicated radio talk show host, columnist, author and public speaker—took a seat, one empty chair away from me, and began to ask me questions about my life. I told him that I had recently met my soulmate online, and how it had all unfolded so magically. I explained to this eminent individual that I had set up a plan to connect with my soulmate—whoever he was, out in Cyberspace—and the first thing I did was to weed out the scumbags, so as to engage only those potential men who would be of high-quality contenders on the Internet. This delightful conversationalist was immediately enthralled with my story and strongly suggested that I write a book about this story, and to definitely use that title: Weed Out the Scumbags. And so it is.
As far as gender is concerned within this book, I refer primarily to the feminine side, only so as not to use both genders repeatedly— him / he / his versus her / she / hers —continuously throughout the book.
Note: Both men and women have much of the same status and relation to the purpose of this book.
Introduction
I was not in the market for a soulmate—and least of all, on the Internet. In fact, I knew very little about the Internet, let alone cyber dating. Back in 1999, all I knew about this new wave of integrating with the world was that it was taboo. Even at the ripe age of forty-five, my mother warned me of the hazards of dating someone that I might meet on-line. I somehow knew, on my own, that Internet dating would never be for me. How could I venture into such a scary, unknown realm? It seemed so below me, so pedestrian—so utterly common and low class. I was used to meeting and dating men the old-fashioned way; of course, meeting someone at a party or a museum is a much more genteel way of finding one’s soulmate. Really?
I had already been married once. I cared for him, but he was far from being my soulmate. The difference between marrying someone and marrying your soulmate is the difference between hitting a golf ball into a hole from two inches away versus hiking to the top of Mount Everest. One could never compare the two—not by a long shot.
It would appear, to most that soulmates do not come around all that often. Yet, how do we know that? It seems to me, now, some twenty-three years after my divorce, that soulmates can be encountered in any number of ways. Life’s seemingly magical twists and turns, and the mystical sleight of hand of the Force Itself , do make it happen.
Here is the truth: The Internet is a phenomenal way to find one’s soulmate—or any kind of mate, for that matter. In what other way can we meet someone for the first time, wearing grubby clothes—or none at all, with curlers in our hair, teeth not cleaned and hair not combed….and make a positive impact?
We seem to come together with boyfriends, girlfriends, partners, love mates and spouses backwards . We go through the motions of looking pretty, smelling nice, dressing attractively—making the package seem appealing to the potential love object by looking and acting sexy, coquettish, cool, macho, tough, distant, or any other number of ways that camouflage who we really are.
Enter the Internet: In mid-1999, I learned how powerfully and brilliantly the Internet served as a magnetic base for attracting soulmates and just about any other kind of mate, partner, or friend.
Soulmates have encountered each other on Planet Earth for millennia, clearly without the need of the Internet or any other type of a mechanical intermediary. Whether they were deliberately seeking their soulmates, or not, is something that we shall never know—anymore than whether we know the same today. One thing that we do know about the current modern-day seekers of true, soulful love is that they are more concertedly intent than ever on finding a love mate now— even more so, a soulmate…and on the Internet, surely. They will continue to seek one another until the end of time, with or without Cyberspace.
You might never choose to look for even a pen pal or someone to date on the Internet, let alone a lover, a spouse or your soulmate . That was what I would have said until the late summer of 1999 came along.
Chapter One

Looking for The One
In 1999, I was in a funk. I had been divorced for almost six years, and then had two intermittent relationships—neither of which was satisfying and certainly not soulmate material. But I was not looking for a soulmate, necessarily; at least, I was not thinking about it at that time.
What is it that we want in a partner, if it is not a merging of souls—that je ne sais quoi of life that makes our heart sing, our brain percolate, and our spirit enthralled with the pleasure of just being, all the while sharing life with a mate who connects with the depths of our very essence?
One day, I was online and saw an ad—a matchmaking ad. It intrigued me to such a degree that I was enticed to enter into that unknown, unthinkable, inner sanctum of lost souls, aimlessly searching for others just like themselves. It lured me to enter into its domain, but then, I just could not do it. It went totally against everything that I thought my better judgment was telling me. All I wanted to do was to take a look at the site, check out the guys, and hightail it out of there. Much to my chagrin, it was mandatory that I enter into that inner sanctum if I wanted to post my profile—tell the entire world about myself. Ugh.
I deliberated, wondering where this would take me—and how far. So I bit the bullet: I entered the site and checked out some of the profiles that had already been submitted by on-lookers like myself. I was slowly getting into this. I wasn’t just looking anymore; I was in there to win . My entire mien had changed. I did not want to be like everyone else who was just looking for someone . I was now resolutely set on finding my soulmate.
Why else would anyone waste his or her time just browsing for someone— anyone? An epiphany had come upon me. I felt that I had been led to this strange world inside of a glass screen, a place where I was convinced that that was where I would find…not a mate, but my veritable soulmate.
In just that very short span of time, I no longer felt lost or that I had put myself in an awkward situation. I now knew what I was going to do—where I was headed. This was no longer an unfamiliar or uncomfortable territory to me. I knew exactly what I had to do: I was going to weed out the scumbags and make my way to my prince.
First, I wanted to check out some of the men’s profiles on the website. The more boring the various profiles were, the more motivated I was to connect with the only man who was for me, wherever he was, on this magical, mystical planet of ours. The more pathetic their personal overviews and likes and