Science – Another System of Belief

It came to me, the other night whilst carving stone, that science is no more or less than another system of belief we as humans use to attribute meaning to the otherwise crazy, misunderstand-able world we share.

Just as Catholicism, Islam,  Judaism and Buddhism (or any other ‘ism’ or ‘am’ you may be able to think of) is a system of belief.

When you think about it, the only reason Matthew, Mark, Luke and John wrote The Holy Bible is because they were developing the system of belief that Jesus inspired through prayerful meditation, consciousness and centredness.

When the Prophet Mohamed became the vessel through which the Koran was delivered, when he managed to aggregate all the wisdom that those prophets who came before him gathered from those who came before them, it was because he was laying down the system of belief that they had established through prayerful meditation and centredness and consciousness. 

When the Buddha shared all the wisdom that he had acquired from being born into bliss consciousness, he was elucidating a system of belief he had worked out through meditation, centredness and consciousness. 

When Steven Hawkins explains the mysteries of the universe, despite the fact that it is, indeed, “fact,” he’s is also delivering the latest system of belief that evolution has equiped us with.

So why the disagreement? 

Believe whatever it is you need to believe to get by.

Do no harm.

And move on…

The Serenity Prayer

As someone who has had direct experience with several alcoholics throughout his life I am no stranger to the Serenity Prayer, as it is something they utilise widely in Alcoholics Anonymous. You’ve no doubt heard it, it goes:

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It’s a beautiful little prayer, whether you are religious or not, and one which my brother Dan gave to me printed on a piece of laminated paper some time ago. I shrugged it off as something I had seen and heard before, but it must have seeped into my consciousness, for somehow I have been living it lately.

In addition to a whole range of challenges I have faced of late, I injured myself and have been unable to train lately. This has seen me forgo my chance to run in The North Face 100, The Buffalo Stampede, True Grit Shirt Course Titles and possibly even the True Grit 24 Hour Endure, all of which I have bought tickets for.

While chatting to my friend Rachel this afternoon, I told her about all of the goals I set myself, and shared with you all, earlier this year. It was a pretty full plate, and achieving said goals would have made me feel pretty damn good about myself.

I could rage against the injustice of wasting $1,000 in entry fees, against all the fun I am missing out on and the friends I am missing. I could worry about how my mental health may be affected by not getting as much regular exercise as I am used to. I could worry about the commitments I made back on January 1st this year, and broadcast publicly, but I am not.

In a way, being injured has been a blessing, as I haven’t been focused on my goals so much as I have been on what is most important in my life, my family and friends, my health and my work. 

If you’re one of those people who believe that everything happens for a reason, then getting injured has been the reason I needed to focus on what’s important.

Without realising it, I have been living the Serenity Prayer, and please God it will pay off.

Thanks Dan, if not for your humble gift I may not be where I am right now.  You’re a damned good brother and I love you mate.

Get Busy living or Get Busy Dying

Morgan Freeman quotes this line in the classic movie, “The Shawshank Redemption,” and it has always resonated with me, though never more than in the past few years.

You see, I had a bad accident a few years ago, resulting in a frontal lobe brain injury. I lost a little bit of my sanity for a couple of years, and went through 18 months of mania followed by 9 months of severe clinical depression. I also lost three jobs, my wife, my vitality and my will to live. Things got so bad that I was seriously contemplating suicide, but the thought of leaving my two sons without a father and a big question mark over how and why he died was too much, so I checked myself into hospital, started taking medication and have been better ever since.

My experience with depression extends beyond my own life. I have lost one of my best high school friends to suicide, our next door neighbour took his own life when his farming debt became too much to handle, and a family friends son shot himself for reasons no one can understand. My father is bipolar, and while the shrinks tried to label me the same, I choose to believe I am a bloke who has more energy and enthusiasm than most people most of the time, and needs to be careful not to burn out and become depressed.

So my current approach to maintaining good mental health is geared towards having an active, healthy lifestyle. I am heavily involved with my children, my ex-wife and my local community. I exercise daily, meditate and do yoga at least every other day, and steer clear of booze and drugs most if not all of the time.

I’m running in ten obstacle races in 2015, two ultra marathons, and I am cycling over 500 kilometres from Vietnam to Cambodia to raise money for the Black Dog Institute. I’m getting busy living, for if I don’t I’ll pretty quickly start to get busy dying.

If you or anyone you know suffers from mental health issues, rather than trying to counsel them on how to change their thinking or mental processing of the issues they face in life, help them to get busy living. Exercise, involvement in their local community, charity work, focusing on the beauty and truth in the world around them rather than the ugliness and lies they create in their own mind is the key to vitality.

For the opposite to depression is not happiness, it is vitality. In order to combat depression, you need to seek out vitality. You need to get busy living.

If you care to support me in raising $50,000 for The Black Dog Institute in my Cycle to Happiness in March 2015, please click on the link below and make whatever donation you feel comfortable with.

http://cycle.gofundraise.com.au/page/BrennanA

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Trauma Based Growth – How Wading Through a Pile of Shit Can Make You Better Man

Trauma comes in many different guises. There is the physical trauma of al car accident; broken bones, whiplash, cuts and bruises.

There is the emotional trauma of losing a loved one, or of a relationship breakdown; anguish, pain, regret, despair, loneliness and self chastisement for not saying “I love you,” enough.

There is the existential trauma that may arrive when all you believe in is shown to be a lie.

And then there is the trauma of living with a mental illness every day for the rest of your life, dealing with the stigma attached to it, and assuring your friends and family that you are not, in fact, manic, you’re just energetic and enthusiastic in general, with a bipolar tag from a shrink giving them cause for concern when there is none.

Since falling from a ten metre height in February, 2012, I’ve experienced most if not all, of these traumas. If I were to list them in chronological order it would read as such:

1) Fell off a 10 metre balcony in February 2012. Broke 11 ribs, 4 vertebrae, punctured my lung and kidney, sustained a frontal lobe brain injury.
2) Checked out of hospital 3 days later, unaware of the fact I had a brain injury and that I had undergone significant personality changes due to damaged neural pathways.
3) Knocked off my motorbike and spent the night in hospital under general anaesthetic to clean a serious cut on my knee and close the wound with 40 stitches in May 2012
4) Contract for new permanent role terminated at the end of my 3 month probation due to inappropriate communication and interaction with colleagues and management. June 2012.
5) Arrested for drunk and disorderly behaviour in London during The Olympics. July 2012
6) Sacked from a new role with my previous employer twice in a month. They took me back the first time as I had just discovered I had a brain injury. The Director agreed to meet with my brain injury rehab specialist, who explained what the injury meant and convinced them I would recover quicker if I were employed. They agreed to take me back after the first sacking. And then sacked me again in November 2012.
7) Became a Stonemason for 6 months on advice from specialist that physical labour was ok. Resigned as my anxiety was becoming uncontrollable. January – June 2014
8) Went back to my previous career in recruitment for 6 months, until I became suicidal, resigned and checked myself into a hospital for two weeks. July 2013 – February 2014
9) Told by my wife that she isn’t in love with me and shall never be again, and she insisted on a seperation.
10) Despite repeated marriage counselling sessions, my wife does NOT want to get back together, but rather, work out how best to raise our children seperately for the rest of our lives.

Now it could be said that all of the above is enough to break a man, however, I genuinely believe that I am a much better man as a result of all this trauma.

I am far more compassionate to people with disabilities, I am cognisant of the relative ease with which one can sustain a life altering brain injury, I am more patient, kind and accepting of other people’s idiosyncrasies, and I know now that the true value of a man’s life is not measured by how much money he earns, rather, it is imeasured by how many friends count on him, and how often they call for his sage advice.  Finally, it can be measured byn the bonds you build with all those in your community, friend or foe.

So then, do I just need to go through some trauma to learn how to be a better man? I hear you ask. Fair question, and the answer is no. It is possible to learn all these lessons over several years by meditating, reading, paying attention to the challenges your friends face and how they overcome them, and by being 100% committed to change.

But of all the people I know who seem most wise despite their age, have suffered significant trauma. Think of Nick Vujicic, born without arms and legs, yet so.positive he has manifested a destiny most would have thought impossible. H is a globally sought after motivational speaker, successful beyond his wildest dreams, and married to an amazing, attractive, intelligent woman.

Think of Dr Gill Hicks. She lost both of her legs and very nearly her life in the London bombings. And yet now, she has founded M.A.D. For Peace, an amazing organisation which advocates for peace globally through cells based on the Al Quieda model. Check it our here:

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And think of Nelson Mandela, arrested and jailed for 27 years for his beliefs, and yet he was able to become South Africa’s first African president, and change the trajectory of its political system significantly.

What differentiates these people from others who have suffered similar trauma and achieves nothing of real note, is that they have several attributes which are essential to grow personally through trauma:

1) They believe everything happens for a reason.
2) They are committed to achieving the best possible outcomes in their life, despite having been through such trauma. It’s in the past, don’t dwell on it, learn from it.
3) They live in hope that, because of the trauma they have experienced, they can use what they have learned to make the world a better place.
4) They don’t make excuses or blame others for what has happened to them. They are accepting of the random nature of life, and accept what has happened as nothing more than part of their journey in life.
5) They are survivors. They choose to live no grow, rather than die with bitterness in their hearts.

So IF you were unlucky enough to be in a serious accident, and IF you were to live to tell the story, and IF you are in possession of all the attributes listed above, then yes, you WOULD grow through trauma. You would become a better man. You would go on to bigger and better things. You would be capable of still living the life of your dreams.

For, as stated in Marianne Williamson’s poem, “Our Greatest Fear” which has also been quoted in most motivational clips on YouTube and in several movies:

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other

people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

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Being Time in Kenya with Heidegger

Anything that can capture the ephemeral nature of time and space like this piece is brilliant. Thank you.

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The concept of time is fascinating. From physics to philosophy, the notion of time is difficult to define.

From our normal existence in the world, we often define time as ‘fleeting’ in the sense there is never enough. Frustration builds as the majority of time is spent catching up on work…work that is always running further and further away.

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The more worry about time, the less there is.

This has been the script for me this year.  Just as I am ready to celebrate and enjoy autumn, this great season is fading fast.

Back in September, I noticed the leaves turning color. But instead of picking up my coat and heading out, I dropped my head for a quick analysis of work and business only to look up a couple of months later to find winter staring me in the face.

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Pushing open the window, a gust of cold wind…

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The Unbearable Lightness of Being

In addition to being the title of a famous book by the Czech Author Mila Kundera, ‘the unbearable lightness of being’ is a phrase which resonates deeply with me. There is a depth to that combination of words, an almost weightiness to the concept of being unbearably light, in itself a juxtaposition that invites more than just a passing thought.

The premise of the novel is that Kundera is challenging Friedrich Nietzsche’s concept of eternal recurrence. The idea that the universe and it’s events have already occurred, and will occur ad infinitum. It is due to this eternal recurrence of events that our decisions have a weightiness to them, for what we choose to do now will affect our outcomes not just in this life, but in every recurring life we inhabit for eternity.

Kundera posits that we only live once, and that what happens based upon our decisions is unique and fleeting, hence the lightness of our being. Whatever may happen to us only happens once, so there’s no need to be at pains over that which occurs, it is but fleeting and shall never recur.

All that aside, the reason I am so enamoured of the phrase is that it has a certain attractive quality to it, a beauty that not every sentence has, and a resonance that is rare, in my mind at least. I believe that Kundera’s assertion is more accurate than Nietzsche’s, that our existence is a one time affair, and that whatever happens this time around shall never occur again. Depending on your religious beliefs, you will die one day and either ascend to heaven, descend to hell, transcend into an endless, meaningless void or he reincarnated as a creature with a higher or lower level of consciousness and social status based upon how you lived this life. I like the Buddhist approach best, the last one, despite being raised as Roman Catholic, believing in God and all the values of the church.

So why is it that our being is so unbearably light? What is it that gives our existence such an ephemeral, almost intangible quality, despite how caught up in the drama of our day to day lives we.sometimes become? It is because I have come to.discover that the ONLY moment we need worry about is THIS moment, right now, the present.

That doesn’t mean we can’t learn from the past or plan for the future, but regretting what has come to pass or worrying about that which may occur is a sure way to wind up with mental health problems, whereas living in the NOW is a sure fire way to ensure your serenity, if not happiness and contentment with what life has to offer. For even if I am in excruciating pain, I know that it is only for this very moment that I need bear the pain. The next moment, I can deal with when it arrives, and be grateful the last has passed.

If I were to dwell in the past, I would wind.up depressed, I know this for a fact, because it has already happened to me. If I were to only worry about what kind of future I have ahead of me, I’d be so busy stressing about buying a house, finding a girlfriend, raising my children and making money that I would never give myself the space to enjoy what is going on around me. I wouldn’t ever stop to ‘smell the roses’ or enjoy a great piece of music, a delicious meal or a friend’s good company.

So keep this in mind as you go about your day today.

Yesterday is history,

Tomorrow is a mystery,

But today is a gift.

That is why it is called The Present.

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To Live In Fear or Hope?

As you may already know, I suffered a frontal lobe brain injury, which has caused structural changes to the neural pathways in my brain, and resulted in lasting changes to my personality. Namely my ‘executive function.’ This is the ability your brain has to schedule tasks, organise your life and respond appropriately to any given situation. 99% of the time, my impaired executive function causes no issues. I use a calendar, reminders in my phone and a healthy dose of self restraint to ensure I  don’t offend, upset or ignore the needs of others. I have received a lot of encouragement and support from a large group of f  riends, both new and old, since sharing the story of my accident, seperation and ongoing challenges life has thrown at me since I fell off a balcony a few years ago.

For this I am eternally grateful. I could choose to become reclusive, stay silent and deal with my issues alone, in fear of the judgement that may be directed towards me for the chouces I have made. Or, I could do as I have done. I can live in hope that the understanding and compassion that we all harbour for our fellow man will triumph over the loss of social esteem that sharing my story may incur. And triumph it has.

1% of the time, I respond to situations inappropriately and then have to live with the consequences. I am guilty of going to a local cafe, drunk, at 7am one Saturday morning a few months ago and doing something that, to me seems innocent enough, but not to the cafe owner…

When I returned on the following Monday the owner of the cafe, a young bloke more concerned (it would seem) with the image his cafe projects of being hip, sophisticated, and cool than of maintaining an amicable relationship with a regular customer, gave me what money was left of my weekly $50 tab that I pay at the start of each week, and asked that I never return again.

“Why is that mate?” I asked with confusion written all over my face.

“What you said on Saturday morning is just not on. I can’t have that kind of talk in my cafe.” He replied.

“What did I say?”

“Well one of the customers commented on the fact that you were at a cafe drinking coffee at 7am when you should really be home in bed sleeping it off.”

My reply, apparently, was, “If I was at home I’d just be smoking it up and whacking it.”

I assume I got a laugh…either that or a look of disgust. Whatever the case may be, the owner didn’t appreciate it one little bit.

So I haven’t returned since then. Until this morning. I stood at the takeaway windows, and received a happy, “G’day mate, how’s it going?” From one of the baristas.

Then the owner came to the window and said, “Can I help you?” with a look that clearly indicated he would rather not.

“I’m just after a takeaway mate. Is that alright?”

“Um. Yeah. I guess so.” He replied with about as much enthusiasm as someone offered an undesired yet necessary enema.

“Look mate, if you never want me to come back again, just say so, and I’ll never come back again. I just think it is unusual that for 99% of the time I drank coffee here, I was well behaved, friendly, appropriate in my interactions with your staff and customers, and based on a single comment, you’ve asked me never to return.”

“Please don’t come back again.” Was all he had to say.

Does he fear I’ll drive off all his business? Is the colour of my money different to anyone else’s? Is he threatened by my outgoing personality. Does he suspect I’ll lose it and hit him in the face?

Whatever the case may be, he chooses to live in fear of what me and my less than fully functioning brain are capable of.

Do I now live in fear that I’ll never drink coffee at this cafe again?

Or do I live in hope that the narrow minded approach this proprietor has shown me is an anomaly, and find somewhere with better coffee, service and more open minded staff? I chose the latter. And it is going well so far. Plus I drink far less coffee than I have in the past and save myself at least $40 a week.

So what would you do if you were the proprietor? Choose fear? Or choose hope?

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Accidental Wisdom

You may already be aware that in February of 2012 I had a bad accident, falling ten metres from a balcony and breaking 17 bones, puncturing my lung and kidney, and sustaining a frontal lobe brain injury.

Bones mend, pain subsides and injuries heal, but I wasn’t told I had a brain injury, merely a bruised brain. So I went back to work 5 weeks after the accident. I was sacked after three months at the end of my probation. I went back to my previous employer, and was sacked two months later. At this stage I had discovered that I had a brain injury, and my employer agreed to meet with the specialist I was seeing. After that meeting, they also agreed to take me back on. I was sacked for the third time a month later.

I became a stonemason, and expended huge amounts of energy training every morning and working hard lifting and shaping stone for 8 hours a day. I quit that job when I realised that my boss, an alcoholic and a marijuana addict, was not a great person to be around while I was abstaining, on specialist advice, from all drugs – both legal and illegal.

I returned to a role in recruitment with an organisation that specialised in the For Purpose sector, however, by this time my post brain injury mania had switched to full blown clinical depression. Getting out of bed was a challenge. Getting out of bed and pushing my sons to two separate day care centres in a double pram, then catching a bus to work, then a bus home and picking up the boys to push them home again was a bigger challenge, but I got it done. Despite the anxiety, desperate unhappiness and general malcontent I felt with my life and the situation I was in.

In January of 2014 I confessed to the Directors at the for purpose recruitment firm that I was severely depressed. I was surprised by the compassion, support and genuine care they showed me. They told me to take as much time as I needed to get better.

A few weeks later I had a breakdown, and checked myself into Northside Clinic, a mental health and drug & alcohol rehabilitation hospital in Sydney. They prescribed Lithium, in addition to the Zoloft anti-depressant medication I was taking already, and I got out two weeks later.

Since February 2014 I have been well. I am exercising regularly, eating well, taking my medication and meditating every day.

Then in August my wife told me she no longer loves me and wanted a separation.  I agreed, shocked that the woman who had been by my side through the worst two years of my life could feel this way, when things were finally getting better. We had just moved into a new house we bought in Newcastle, I had put in a beautiful vegetable patch, the kids were happy with all the space we now had and life was good.

I’ve been living alone in a bachelor pad in the city, about 15 minutes drive from my wife and children, for three months now. We have been to two marriage counselling sessions and have one more booked today. I assumed we were going to a marriage counsellor to try to get our marriage back together. Imagine my surprise when my wife said her intention was to work out how we could best raise our two boys to be happy and well adjusted while living in separate houses for the rest of our lives.

She must have reiterated at least a dozen times that she doesn’t love me anymore, and never will again. It was like a knife to the heart after two years of savage beatings from life following the accident.

My friends and family were understandably worried. After all, I have been through so much, and when I am now finally getting back on my feet, my wife, the woman I love more than anyone else in the world, has pulled the rug out from under me.

My compelling argument is that we had been in love for seven wonderful years before the accident. We already had one child, and we had a second after the balcony incident. They are gorgeous little boys, who bring us both so much joy, and we are a strong family unit. Obviously not as strong as I thought, nor was my argument compelling enough.

She attests that it is unfair for her to give me any hope that we will get back together, when I could be out finding someone else who is interested in the same things that I am, and who will support me better than she can on my life’s journey in the future.

So what have I learned from all this? What measure of wisdom have I attained from the worst few years of my life? There are several things I now know to be true:

  1. Even if you have been in love and living with someone for seven years, you still don’t really know their true colours. Not until you have to go through a significant trauma together.
  2. Of all the people you call your friends, if you are lucky, 10% of them will be there for you when you are really in need. That’s not in any way derogatory to the other 90%, I mean we all have our challenges in life and are busy trying to get by the best we can. There isn’t always time to check in and offer to help a friend in need.
  3. No matter how many times you have been knocked down, there is strength in you enough to get up again, and again, and again, and again…”our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure.”
  4. Even once your heart is broken, it is still possible to find love again. I’m not at that stage yet, but with every passing day I feel like I will, one day, be able to find someone new to love and spend my life with.
  5. Never give up on yourself, or anyone else. Life is too short to live in fear, with bitterness and resentment in your heart. Never fear that your health won’t improve, for it may well do. Even if you are dying, live in the hope of a better life after death, reincarnation, or peaceful oblivion once the end comes. Don’t fear that your friends have abandoned you when you need them most. Don’t hold onto the bitterness and resentment that you may feel when you are lonely and in need of support that just isn’t there. Time heals all wounds, and maybe one day those friends you missed will be even more important than they once were to you. Life is full of surprises.
  6. Family is the most important thing in life. When all around you are losing their heads, turning their backs, judging and pointing the finger at you, you can (usually) rely on your immediate family for support. My wife and I have two beautiful boys, and we will always be their parents. My mum and dad, brothers and sister have been invaluable in helping through the most difficult period of my life. Cherish them. Thank them. Value them. Support them when they need you. They are your rock, your strength, your port in a storm. You can be theirs too.
  7. Money means nothing unless you have people you care about around you. You can’t spend it when you’re dead, and being a millionaire counts for nothing if you have no love in your life.
  8. If you have a family history of mental illness, you need to work extra hard to keep the Black Dog at bay. Exercise daily, meditate, take your prescription medications, avoid alcohol and drugs, live clean and stay vital.
  9. Never give up on becoming a better person. No matter what you have done, been or said in the past, redemption is possible. You can become a better person than you were yesterday, last year or last decade. You need to work at it, but it is always possible.
  10. Without a higher purpose, life’s accomplishments can seem shallow. Find something you are passionate about. Get involved with a community of positive people who wish to make positive changes to the world. Start raising money for charity. Establish a charity. Do a fun run. GET INVOLVED.
  11. Always be true to your values. If you know that family is the most important thing in your life, and you need to forgo an overseas trip (which will make you a million dollars) to spend quality time with them, forgo the trip. If your physical and mental health is important, have the discipline to abstain from alcohol or unhealthy foods for a month or two. If you value your friends, make time for them.

I guess these are all things that people might think, “Well I know that, and I didn’t have to fall off a balcony to work it out,” which is fair enough. However, I feel that I have learned more in the past 3 years than I would have if I hadn’t experienced the initial trauma of the accident and the ongoing trauma of losing jobs, mania, depression, separation and life as a single Dad.

While I’m not about to say I am happy all this happened, I am certain that the positive outcomes – that have resulted from the traumatic life conditions of the past few years – far outweigh the negative ones.

On the blessings front, I have two beautiful sons, an ex-wife whom I still love and have a fantastic, amicable relationship with, my health, a successful business, a great circle of supportive friends and a roof over my head. Plus a 1972 original Fender Stratocaster.

So if you’re struggling with a seemingly insurmountable problem, you have relationship or health issues, you are broke, or you just don’t care any more, think of all the positive reasons you have to go on living. And not just living but never settling for anything less than the life of your dreams.

I’m on my way to achieving a better life than I ever dreamed possible.

If not for the accidental wisdom I have acquired through all this trauma, I may never have seen the light.

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Isagenix Day 2 – Belief!

So it would seem that the end result of hanging out with around 500 energetic, motivated, happy, successful people with common goals is not just feeling awesome. For when you’re committed 100% to learning about, sharing, and developing yourself in unison with many and varied partners, you discover something.

You discover that whatever your limiting self beliefs may have been prior to these 3 days, be they around earning potential, lifestyle choices, travel, experiences or anything else, you can actually achieve anything at all that you put your mind to.

Theodor Hertzl wrote, “If you will it, it is no dream.” In his book ‘Old New Land.’ This was a seminal text which has since been credited with providing the impetus to begin the Zionist movement, and for the Jewish people to reclaim Israel, Jerusalem and Bethlehem.

Whatever and as horrible as some of the atrocities that have been committed on either side of that ongoing conflict, you must marvel at the power of that assertion, that sentiment, that truism.

If you will it, it is no dream.

I will it that I shall become a Crystal Executive in 6 months, and live life without boundaries. I will that I shall enter and train the house down in an attempt to win the IsaBody Challenge.

I will this not because I am a different person to he who walked through those doors on Friday, but because I have belief. Belief in a fantastic product, a broad range of systems and tools, a fantastic community of top notch people, opportunities for personal development at every turn and the fact that I shall, henceforth, live life on my own terms.

In 7.5 hours my first IsaConference will be completed, and this same bloke as 3 days ago will walk away with an unshakeable belief in the certain knowledge that life’s challenges shall, henceforth, be met from a position of both positivity and prosperity. I will it to be so.

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Isagenix Day 1, “What’s the drum?”

I’m pretty stoked to say that David T.S. Wood is all I expected he would be, and more. He’s not cheesy, nor does he use gratuitous euphemisms, metaphors or analogies. Leave that to the Jordan Belfort’s of the world (a.k.a. The Word of The Wall Street).

He talks straight, and he makes his.points with simplicity, finesse and a heap of impact. He uses tie downs often. A tie down is when you ask a question to confirm your audience is listening, like, “So we have created 122 millionaires in 12 years through our networking marketing model and compensation plan design. That’s a good thing right?”

Possibly the best thing I’ve learned is that I don’t need to be an expert on how the product works or what is in it. Not xt time someone asks, “What’s in it?” I’ll say, “Dunno. Read this.” and text, email or hand them the necessary literature.

I’ll make time to view all of the videos that Isagenix have developed. I’ll watch them repeatedly to ensure I can call on specific details that are relevant to potential new members of the Isafamily. I’ll send them links, show them results pictures, and tailor the solution offered to the perceived problems they themselves wish to tackle, be it weight loss, athletic performance improvement or healthy ageing.

I’ll live and breathe Isagenix values, without having to learn by rote all the details behind the products. That way, I won’t scare anyone off with technicalities. Rather I’ll entice them with the potential of massive future income increases, as the product speaks for itself.

I’ll attend more events, safe in the knowledge that every dollar I spend on an Isaevent will multiply ten fold the effect I can have on changing people’s lives positively. The added bonus of helping them attain true financial freedom and gain much more time for living (who does a trip around the world while still cashing in 1/2 a million in that very same year Steve?) is awesome, and the better part is that l while improving my team’s income, I will also increase my personal income.

Seems this trip to the big smoke has been well worth it so far and I’ve only just completed a third of the course. What shall today, let alone tomorrow bring?

Game continues…

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