Let me explain and also show you how knowing this could change the way you think and feel.

When born in April 15th 1452 his father took him away to live with him while his mother married another man eventually giving birth to another 17 siblings.

Because the child was a ‘bastard’ born outside of marriage this instantly gave him the handicap of being disqualified from education by the Church.

This meant if he was to learn… he would have to teach himself. So he went about teaching himself to write. Yet his technique was unusual to say the least. As he had never had formal education of any sort his writing to a form of writing from right to left in a nation where like the English all wrote from left to right.

Successful at writing his life then took on a voyage of discovery and achievement. This child was Leonardo Davinci.

Painter, artist, inventor, thinker and more. The man was clearly a genius. I was just wonder why?

When you look at what took place with him the moment was when society rejected him because he was a bastard. This cut him off from mainstream from birth.

Once cut off if he wanted to learn more about anything he would have to do it alone.

Isn’t that interesting.

The man was a recognized genius at EVERYTHING he did. At one point Davinci was even enlisted to make war machines and better more effective weapons. Hard to believe it was the same man that painted the last supper!

I believe there is a lesson here, a very powerful lesson for the way we our lives and grow as a human being.

Davinci had the handicap or blessing of missing out on mainstream education.

This kicked his brain and mind into gear. He was known for going into nature and spending hours and days studying the workings of just about everything. This ignited his inner genius to come slowly to the surface and create the genius he finally became.

It appears he never forced it, he followed his natural built in nature to discover everything. Just look how he turned out.

Interesting right, he was a dreamer. He dreamed of things, making things, finding out things, developing and chasing his dreams.

Yes probably most of your life you have been told to stop dreaming, stop being a fantasist, stop being unrealistic.

In those moments you are told that you maybe shrunk back… back to what most call reality yet that reality is based on what the mainstream teach us.

Get a good education. Get a good job. Get promotion. Get a good car. Get a good house (detached is best). Get a good husband and wife. Get a good pension. Have a good life and maybe have an extra holiday on the beach of you behave well or save enough. Oh yes don’t forget… always  try and get a car better than your neighbors!

Sound familiar?
Have you been there?
Does it feel like your going there?

You know it’s never tool ate to make massive changes in your life. It’s never too late to discover, uncover and recover your hidden genius. You do, you still have it despite what you might have been told.

Don’t dream
Don’t plan.
You can’t do it.
That’s ridiculous.
It’ll fail.

You’ve heard that right?

When people say that to you it’s simply THEM reflecting themselves, their fears, their traits, their patterns onto you.

This is where you need to dig deep and get inside yourself.
This is the moment when you must let go, spend time alone within yourself.
DE-surround yourself with those of a much more conditioned and rigid way of thinking.

Awaken all possibilities that you can be more, you can be bigger and realize your own potential.

It’s easier than you might be thinking. You might have to strip away old ways, old thinking and then refill those gaps with new thoughts. That’s fine. That’s good.

But …

You should be aware you BE-COME what you feed yourself mentally and physically of course.

Put TV, and Media rubbish into your mind… that’s is what you vessel becomes just another me-too, same as human being that has never reached their own potential and never will.

Lets go back to Davinci for a second.

He would vanish into nature. See the color of everything. Hear the noise of everything. See the shape of everything… he absorbed himself in reality.

Reality TV is NOT reality. Its dream scape in transmission designed to hold mankind in a dreamlike state.

Food and hypnosis for the masses.

So how about you? How about today? What can you do to recover, reveal and release your inner genius?

Please share.

Alan Forrest Smith

I got a text message from a pal of mine. I had already asked him to meet for lunch and chat. His reply was ‘too busy’

I rang him and said doing what? He replied doing stuff.

Interesting I know for a fact his life appears to be fast. Going here, going there, doing this, doing that yet I wonder I just wonder.

I went for a walk thinking about him. I was thinking about him because he is part of the new super-generation of connected disconnects.

Think about this.

When I was 12 I had a young guy from the USA in my class for around 3-4 months. It was the first time any of us had seen an American outside the movies. I can remember us all being fascinated with this character wanting to hear him talk.

Now kids know people from all over the planet and it’s seen as normal. As I type my son Oli is on his PS3 speaking with kids all over the planet as they try and defeat the bad guys in games.

Smart phones have literally exploded. Now it appears the biggest trend for web browsing is phones NOT PC.

Facebook have just completed some research that indicates the slow death of email. When a large group of people were asked how they connect online MOST said Facebook. A large chunk of those didn’t own an email address. I know for a fact the only way to grab two of my sons is via Facebook.

Picture this: My son in his room. He plays his PS3. To his left is a laptop. To his right is a large PC. On his leg is an iPod. On his bed is an iPad. As he plays games he IMs his pals. He texts me for a drink. He emails me and his mates for other stuff.

You can walk out, take a photo and within 30 seconds have it on Facebook or other social media for the World to see.

You can connect to anther person on the other side of the planet in less than one second.

Bottom line is it seems we are very connected.

Yet the reality is we are more disconnected than ever before. What do I mean?

Lets think about life itself here. I mean is life in one dimension, two dimensions or three dimensions?

The answer might seem obvious yet the truth might not seem as obvious.

When we see a photograph of someone we create an impression or image in our mind. Thais is one dimensional of course. When we see that person on video or film or sound that creates a second dimensional thought. Yet both those thoughts leave us detached from the third dimension.

Why is that. I suppose the first questions is what is the third dimension? Let me try and illustrate.

You know when you go into a room  and finally meet the person you have seen on video, heard on audio or seen photographs of right?

When you meet them in 3D they are not the person you imagined or they are more than the person you imagined do you agree?

So up until that point what you thought they were, when you finally meet them, they were not.

So although you felt you were connected to the person, suddenly your brain is thrown into a spin because when you see them in the flesh it appears there is no connection. Why is that?

Honestly I am not 100% sure but here is what I do know and what I have seen. There are things we cannot explain. The on-going conditioning of humanity tells us if we cannot explain or prove with what tools we have right now, we must dismiss it. We are told to say, I don’t believe, I don’t accept or even worse we voice no opinion. Yet it is the greatest mysteries that have created the greatest thinkers. These thinkers go out all the way to discover and solve.

In other words, they connect and use their brains, their minds, their heart, their spirit, they are … CONNECETED in the fullest sense.

I wonder you know I just wonder are we losing connection in the real sense of things?

Whats the MESSAGE  in all of this?

It has to be simple… we reconnect and disconnect for a while at the same time.

Don’t be afraid of spending some time without your cellphone. Don’t be scared of not checking your email.Don’t worry that he, she or someone can’t get a hold of you. Take time to BE with yourself.

Have you seen how everyone goes for a run or a walk with headphones in?

Imagine what you miss. The wonderful sound of a bird. The powerful sound of the huge A380 flying over. The sounds of children playing. The whish of the wind blowing through the trees.

They might sound like nothing but here is one thing we cannot deny… the Law of nature, the law of creation, the laws of the universe and they continually tell us we MUST connect.

So here’s a question for you …

Have you connected to anything or anyone today?

I hope you get something from this.

Meet Cameron.

He is a dreamer. He is a doer. He is a highlander. Cameron is building a house made from trees, real trees, huge trees, not a weak mans log. This is the real thing.

Let me explain.

On a recent trip into the Highlands of Scotland my friend drove me past and immense wooden structure standing alone in the forest. I asked my friend to quickly pull over and stop. I got out and couldn’t believe what I was looking at. It was a house built from trees, not small logs but massive full grown trees!

I was intrigued to say the least. This was my dream home and clearly someone else’s , I went to find out more.

So I decided to walk down the lane into the forest to check out what was going on.

As I walked down there was a work shed on the left, surrounded by chopped wood and tools. On the right was an even bigger shed where someone was clearly living. Directly ahead of me was what I can only describe a a herculean project that the photos I have supplied really don’t do justice to.

The closer I got the bigger the building appears. As I stood next to it, my head didn’t reach the window sill on the outside.

I spotted in the roofing what looked like a small guy wearing an rabbit skinned hat wearing jeans, a work belt and from the side of his mouth hung a self rolled cigarette you know the type that never gets smoked it just hangs there until the ash gets so heavy it drops off.

I shouted up ‘hello’ and asked if I could speak with him?

He climbed down the trees, approached me with a large smile on his face shook my hand, told me his name and welcomed me to his place. Strangely he was quite tall stood next to me, he just looked small standing in his giant tree house!

So I asked him…

What are you doing here, why build some thing so huge?

His story went like this.

I am a highlander. All my life I have been surrounded by trees. I work with trees, carefully prune them, make them healthy and remove them to make the forest healthy. There is no greater thing for a man than to be close to nature.

So I asked Cameron, why are you building this then?

He told me about his dreams to live in the trees, with the trees, breathing touching and being part of the trees daily.

He told me his option was to live in a house built from the hands of another with the ideas of another made from materials that he couldn’t relate to or didn’t want to be near to or build his dream home.

He went on to tell me that when working in the forest one day he had an idea while felling trees.

You see he would fell the trees and then the trees would be removed and sold, chopped up and become a faceless piece of furniture in a faceless world.

Cameron thought why not keep the trees in the forest, buy a plot of land, take the trees to the land and build a home that would last longer than any ‘throw it up quick, cheap, love free house’.

Now think about this.

I am talking about FULL GROWN trees here. Not young trees. These things are massive. 100 to 150 foot long and I would say a couple of feet wide. Can you imagine picking that up or even trying to move it alone?

As Cameron went on telling me his story he seemed to have overcome almost every kind of challenge faced before him and why?

Because Cameron believe in dreams.

It made me think, I mean really think. How many dreams in life do we have and give up on at the first hurdle?

Why?

Because there are too many things in the way.
Because everyone says it’s impossible.
Because the first people we talk to say no we are crazy.
Because no one else does it that way.
And so on.

Why do people react like that?

They are dream destroyers. They don’t do it on purpose but they only see life the way it has been set out for them. They are told what is best for them. They do what they are told always because they believe if they do their own thing that is rocking the boat and rocking the boat isn’t a good thing.

They will say to you… "just do what everyone does, it’s easier"

Yet they are living a life that is unfulfilled, lacking in and sense of self creation. Being one of the masses is the easy way and they make sure you know that.

Yet we were made to dream but as children we were told off about ‘day dreaming’ told to be real and grow up, get a grip, stop dreaming.

As adults were are told dreams are pure fantasy, they are for ‘weird, strange’ people. Dreams are for those that never achieve anything, you have to be real!

You’ve heard that right? You’ve had that said to you?

Yet look at Cameron. He had a dream. His dreams was to live in the trees. He faced massive obstacles to make it happen. Cameron is building his tree house alone, lifting and shifting trees on his own. Sounds impossible right? He bought a pice of highland forest and is now creating his reality. He is living proof that any dreams can become real if we BELEIVE in them. Yes not just try them, not just think about them but actually believe that they can happen.

I spoke to Cameron, he was single focused, not only was he living his dream, he believed his dream could happen, it was happening for him. Not doing it was never an option for him. He has been building this home for years. It is jaw-dropping to see in real-life.

How about you?

Do you have a dream?
Would you love your dream to become real?
Do you think it ever could be real?

One big question… you might have a big dream but do you BELIEVE?

Dreams can become real. I myself am living proof of that. I have had many dreams that have become a reality. They are real, they are the start of you manifesting your deepest desire.

If you truly, absolutely believe, your dreams can become a reality.

Her skinned was smoothed with exotic oils and the finest luxury care that could be afforded.

Andromache was tall, refined, stunning and every bit the Greek looking goddess she was meant to be.

Her life was a life of a Greek queen. She was worshiped as she should and would also worship the man that would give his very last breath for her. Her man was the kind of man we mostly no longer make. He was a real man, a warrior man, strong, proud, defiant and loving. Nothing could touch him, nothing could affect him, nothing could break his love for his wife. His name was Hector.

Yet here I was sitting in a Museum in Manchester across the small, aged leather sofa looking and studying a painting by Frederic Lord Leighton, 1888, at the Manchester City Art Galleries.

It’s a ancient Greek looking scene.

There are 15 women in the line all waiting to get water from the well. All the women look happy going along their regular business. There are 6 in front of Andromache and 8 behind her. There is a gap, Andromache stands out, it’s clear she has fallen and feels alien where she is. They all notice her, how can they fail to.

She was the wife of Hector. Hector now lay dead killed by Achilles and left rotting with the dead of battle, for the birds to devour.

She looked sad in the scene yet as I spent 20 minutes studying the painting I couldn’t help myself getting into her brain, her mind, her life at that point.

You see one of the first things they did in these days to captives (if they let them live) would be to re-condition them into the new society they had been taken back to. They would have to go back to school, learn the culture, learn the language, learn the currency, learn the history. If they didn’t they would die, it was that simple. Conditioning was the key to their survival.

As I looked at the paining and looked at Andromache I wondered for a minute.

She was the wife or a warrior, a real, a true man. The kind of man that lived his word and rarely failed to deliver. It was in them, they understood how to be men in those times. She knew that. His last breath was for her. He would lie dying on the battle field repeating and repeating her name, time and time again until he passed into his underworld.

She will have lived with her man until his death. Nothing would sway her, her loyalty as a real woman, loyal, loving the kind of lover of the truest kind would never sway away from her warrior man. Yet there she was on the painting being institution by a society that just wanted her to play the rules or lose her life!

Did she play the rules, did she not play them I have no idea? I do know this, her loyalty to her man will not have been bought for any price.

These thoughts brought me right back to the moment I was sitting, looking and observing.

It made me think about society, forced me to review the busy streets outside on my walk over to the Gallery, the busy, rushing about people that have unwittingly been forced into playing the rules, doing what they have been told, playing the game of life as designed by the machines that desire nothing more than to control people.

And do most of them look happy? Not the guy that pushed me into the road while using his mobile phone. Not the guy that beeped his car and rushed to his next appointment in his car. Not the tired looking faces of those that have been forced into 21st century slavery with the promise of dreamlike prizes if they behave, do as they are told and conform.

I just wonder how many real men like Hector were on that street. The type of man that knows, he doesn’t have to be spoon fed or controlled or strung along by a selfless face of nothingness called society.

I wondered how many Andromache women were out there. The kind of woman that can deliver loyalty, love and fierce lioness unselfish tenancies for what they know as the truth. The kind of real women that will die and happily deliver their final breath in the arms of their real man.

Not many, hardly any, very rare and I have yet to meet a woman like that or a real man for that fact!

Because the reality is as free as we might think we are most of us are caught in  a preset cycle that was at one time set by another person with a great idea of what will be best for mankind.

For example we are told that our happiness is always tied into a future event. The future event could be…

When I get that house
When I get that car
When I get that holiday
When I get that partner When I get more cash in the bank

Think about it. No I said think about it. That means you are only going to be happy when?

The answer is in the future… or so they say, those that have made most of mankind into grey droid-like drones with dark rings under their eyes dreaming and hoping the future will make them happy.

Hector and Andromache and people like thm are happy and fulfilled because they know, they truly understood how to be in the moment.

So what about you?

Are you like Hector, strong, defined, knowing and faithful to the very end?

Are you like Andromache, loyal, loving, guarding and knowing until your final day?

My observations will say these type of people, real people are probably one of the rarest breeds on Earth today, almost extinct.

Yet it doesn’t have to be that way for you.

You can be more than what you have been told. You can smash through the boundaries, the restrictions and conditioning handed down by decades of robot like yes men and women that play the game of chasing happiness.

Interesting going back the painting.

Andromache went from queen to slave.

I believe you can go from slave to being the queen, the king the master of your self.

Just a though, a passing thought as I suit in Manchester Gallery of art thinking about the real power of real men and real women.

Before I get there it’ll be a time for reflection and goodbye to the ‘noughties’ and welcome to the ‘teenies’ That was a decade has taught me more about life than anything, any manual, any guide ever could.

2000: I began the year 2000 discovering something called the internet. I can see myself now as I ordered my very first home computer as the possibility of leaving hairdressing forever seemed like a reality I could actually reach by using the internet.

2001:By 2001 I was an expert at Search Engine positioning with page one positions on ALL search engines.

2002:By 2002 people were asking me to write pages for them by sheer accident and … paying me to do so!

2003:By the time the year 2003 had arrived I was working online almost full-time and for one reason or another had to walk away from my last salon business.

2004: By 2004 I was speaking all over the planet as an expert in marketing and internet business, speaking in countries like Australia, Asia and much more.

2005: By 2005 I resigned my position as an ordained minister of over 20 years of a certain religion.

2006:By 2006 I had started to look at my life and reclaim it back from decades of conditioning.

2007:By 2007 my marriage and relationship of 27 years had dramatically collapsed leaving a trail of destruction and 4 confused and sad kids in its wake.

2008:By 2008 I had spent two weeks in the middle of the Amazon Jungle seeing first hand the destruction human beings are causing themselves.

I will tell you more detail about all of these again sometime very soon.

So all in all, it’s been a roller coaster of an experience that I wouldn’t swap for anything. It’s been real, it’s been life in it’s fullest, rawest state.

2010:And 2010 will be no exception to this non conformist rule as you will see with my new concepts, new ideas and new areas of service appear in my life to serve you direct.

Watch out for some incredible NEW things taking place from myself all to be announced very soon.

And two brand new partnerships to be announced soon including a brand new assistant here at Alan Forrest Smith.

Your life can be exactly as you want it. Not as others want it to be through ‘selfish significance’ (more on that soon) If you want to attract chaos or prosperity, it’s your choice.

If you want to create a good job or a fantastic lifestyle, it’s your choice.

If you don’t want next year to be anything like last year again … it really is your choice.

Just one minute, one second, one micro moment in your life, your mind, your heart is what it is going to take to make a lifelong difference in your life.

2010 … Here is to you and your life, may the knowing-ness of you take charge, break away and give you what you deserve.

I’m off to New York now.

All the very best for your life.

Matt was having trouble making decisions of any kind. His business wasn’t going great, in fact he was struggling big time with countless debts rising and tearing his confidence to shreds.

Matt did this for 5 long years.

At the end of the 5 years Matt was a mess. His business was almost dead. His life was almost in shatters. His thinking was so active it no longer allowed him to sleep at night.

He didn’t realize but he was now facing a new problem, it was his own ‘Battle for You’

Matt had fallen victim and was at war. At war with himself. External thinkers, forces, advocates and gurus were battling for his mind. TV, media, radio and the deceptive web of deceit that can be the internet. And Matt had walked right into the web, being unable to free himself from the powerful glue like concepts that were trying to take over his life.

It’s possible you are being asked by someone, somewhere to shed your old way of thinking, your old beliefs and old habits in return for a newer, better, bigger, fuller way of thinking that seems to have more purpose. Matt thought so.

Yet why are some so convinced to the point of battle that they have the best way and know the best way for you?

In a world dominated by the internet it seems we now all have the chance of becoming new gods for a connected generation. The possibilities of seeing and hearing ourselves radiating light into the planet has never been easier. And of course, there is nothing wrong in that.

Yet the peddlers of the new ways, new thinking, new beliefs, new religion are chasing you, and why? … what do they get from this battle of you?

And why am I talking about this?

I am not saying this Battle for you is always bad, it isn’t. Some times and lots of times it can be good for you to have your eyes and ears opened to new, fresh ways of thinking.

But here is the key so you can always win the battle for you.

The key is this.

Yes… like all of those guys that join, follow and sign up into massive emotion driven events and then become evangelist for this new 21 century throw-away faith for life.

Some will leave family, leave wives, leave husbands, leave kids and more behind them because the battle for you has been won and beat them into mental submission.

Think about it.

Are you repeating what you have been told or read or been taught in a class, in a book, at an event, on a DVD or more?

Your initial reaction could be, ‘not me, I think for myself’ but think about it. Where do the things you say come from each day? A book or the voice of another?

Or are you living your truly authentic self? That means YOU, do you know and understand who you truly are?

This means you should still read and still discover but you should take ONLY the things the parts the tiny elements that are in harmony with your you.

Because if you take on the whole concept of someone else, it’ll end in disaster for you. No one can be someone else indefinately … it isn’t possible. So when that shell comes off, you are left with NOTHING!

The battle for you by these people will have been won. You will have gone, lost into the abyss of the thinking (and gain) of others.

So lets talk about YOU.

Who are you?

Are you unhappy right now?

If you are, how do you sort it.

You find out the real reason you are unhappy and then understand why you are in that place that is the key. If you don’t do that, becoming happy isn’t possible.

It turns out Matt’s dad always thought Matt was a waste of time. Matt’s dad had a hard life and worked until he was 67. Matt had grown up believing he couldn’t achieve anything or at least that’s what his dad had told him everyday.

Matt thought he was unhappy because he wanted something new, change. It wasn’t, he was unhappy because of what happened to him when he was a child.

ONLY THEN… when Matt understood that it was understnading his past was his key to the future could Matt finally create his own life, a life that would mean he would and could win all the ‘battles for you’ for most of his life.

Matt is now happy. His wife loves him. Not only does Matt win his battles, he has won his own war because he now understands himself.

She called him ‘stupid’ and then continued to rant on and on about how much everything was costing her over Christmas. She looked like a misery-guts as she poured out her spirit of bitterness towards her husband.

"Next lets go get mum’s bread-bin, although she already has two so not sure why she wants another" She whined!

"I have no idea what to buy dad so I am getting him more underpants and more socks and more gloves and more movies, he’ll be fine with that"

As her husband sat there with his back hunched, a puffy jacket on, old jeans, black nothing shoes, his hair (as groomed by his wife) a grey, tired, resentful, hen-pecked, over-whelmed and over-dominated look on his face he simply nodded with his mouth open, agreeing to anything his wife threw at him for the sake of a peaceful life.

She then said… "and what do you want?"

He replied… "I would like …" and before he could reply she screamed…"and you’re not having play station so don’t even ask"

That stopped him dead in his tracks so before the word PS3 left his mouth he changed it to…"a new spade so I can dig that nice garden into what you have always wanted"

She finished her 2nd large chocolate muffin and hot chocolate. She stood up quickly with her frown, ready for more Xmas warfare and now added chocolate mustache that only enhanced her already manly looks.

He stood in silence, pick up the haul of 10 bags plus. Without saying a word he followed her like an Ecuadorian pack mule ready to climb another 2000 into the unknown.

Around 30 minutes later I left Starbucks laughing secretly at the almost sitcomic scene being repeated  time and time again, hour after hour, minute after minute, second after second as time races towards December 25th.

Ahhh … the spirit of Christmas… lol.

So it isn’t for me to preach or teach even, I am just offering my own iconoclastic observations.

I then left Starbucks, stood at the end of the main street and watched as the masses ran around buying and devouring almost everything in sight in preparation for the big day.

OK so we are creatures of routine, we love our rituals and we cling to embedded habits and that is a good thing.

I wonder however how much time, effort or resources we can give to others that have not got the time, money, health or even love to share with anyone right now?

Their lives are not wrapped up in the consumer rush of endless storing, buying and wanting, their lives are wrapped up in survival on a daily basis.

They need food. They need love. They need kindness. They need smiles. They need warmth. They need something as simple as a hug from someone that may not know them but can give as much care to them as possible.

Can we take a moment out of a minute… that’s all it takes, seconds … to do that?

Will you?

When you go buy a sandwich today, buy two and give one away.
When you go buy a hot drink on this cold day, buy two and give one away.
When you go buy some new gloves to replace the old ones, take the older ones with you and give them away.
When you see someone sad and lonely, desperate and down offer them a word of kindness, give them an ear to hear, a simple touch on the hand or arm, give away some humanity to another.
When you see charities that NEED help, give what you can to help.
Do you have a friend that will be alone this holiday season, will you ask them to join your family?

It really makes a difference.

And this endless buying of more. Does it really create happy people? Do we really need it? Do we really want it or do we just go ‘along with it’ for the sake of peace like the guy in Starbucks?

Lets not forget, we are human beings. That makes us special. We thrive and grow on love, on relationships with other humans. People need people. People need love. There are people out there that need something from YOU.

I do know this.

It takes one second to give away some happiness… one single second… and you can make someone else feel even just a little bit better.

So … here I am, finishing buying all of my groceries and as usual I forgot to get an item.

I asked the more-than-bored looking spot ridden teenage cashier to hold on as I have to go over to the other side of the superstore to grab the missing ingredient from my shopping trolley.

As I went in search for my missing product I had to walk up the endless aisle that was packed with chocolate of almost every kind.

Around half way along chocolate alley I could see in the distance a man stood in a dream-like stare. He was staring at the rows and rows of chocolate. He’d been chocolatized.

This guy was in his fifties, in a trance like state as his eyes went up and down, left then right, back and forth over row upon row of chocolate choice.

He was clearly overwhelmed by the choice to such an extent he had been well and truly chocolitized into a hypnotic trance.

I walked on by passed him, in front of his eyes, he never noticed me for a second. Not a blink or act of tiny movement.

Around 5 minutes later after finding my missing item, I walked past this same fifty something, he was still transfixed in choice by the endless rows and choice chocolate.

CHOCOLATIZED!

It got me wondering about not only the power of chocolate but what was or had taken place in this guys brain?

Because by knowing this we can get to know ourselves better. You see how many times in life have you become transfixed or almost held to the spot because of choice?

I am the first to admit … more than once.

Lets think about the chocolatized guy for a second here.

1. He was frozen to the spot.
2. He couldn’t make a rational choice.
3. He was hypnotized into submission.
4. He was losing time and life to chocolate choices.
5. His decision would never be his own decision, with some many advertisements, and messages giving multiple reasons as to why their chocolate would ultimately be the very best choice.

In fact it appeared if I had said to him, take this bar, he would have been happy to do so just to release him from his chocolate fate!

Does what happened to the fifty something chocolatized guy remind you of anything in your life?

Like the volume of choices you are faced with each and everyday? Every choice forces us into a process. The process forces into fear. The fear of making a wrong choice. The fear then stops us making a choice. Vicious circle!

And if we make a wrong choice what happens? Truthfully … not a lot really I mean when is the last time you heard of someone overdosing on chocolate?

But the point is not only the amount of time we lose but the ability to make fast, quick decisions on our own has been almost removed as a choice in our lives.

Choice has been replaced with multiple-multiples. This in return can almost ‘chocolatize’ us into a state of non-action. When in this state of non-action we become a being that exists daily rather than living, enjoying and experiencing daily.

Are there choices that are put in front of us to simply remove our actions as free living human beings? Choices put on life brakes. Remove as many choices as you can and you remove the brakes. This means you increase the momentum in your life.

How many choices do you have to take each day? Write them down and after you have written them down ask yourself how relevant were they really in your life?

Were they choice for choice sake or were they genuinely a choice that was required from you?

Remember the guy in the store. I wonder how many times in a day, a week, a month or even a year he becomes chocolatized with stuff?

As I write this article I imagine the millions of John types that are facing the very same daily dilemma on forced choices in their lives?

Can I ask you; You want to live a fuller, richer, faster life packed with experiences than most humans want?

Do this today.

Remove as many choices as you possibly can and watch your life become free from the hypnosis of chocolatization!

Have you been chocolatized and are free to admit it? Are you chocolatized and cannot decided whether you can respond to this or not?

I’d love to know.

DO NOT SKIP this article, it could change the way you think forever!

Are you living your life in a state of fear?

How good are you at making a decision?

Do your decisions divide you?

Sometimes you just know it isn’t the real thing, do you agree? You can either smell a rat, or there is something, somewhere not quite right.

And as histroy rolls on it is proved there are a lot of very clever fakes that despite the evidence are still venerated as the real thing. From DVDs to brand labels to car parts, to 21st century gurus!

For example, Shroud of Turin

The earliest reportings of ‘special’ linen cloth was in the 14th century in France. The shroud was believed to have been the cloth that was wrapped around Jesus when he was placed in his cold, stone tomb; and when the cloth was removed, it bore the image of Christ on it.

At the time (14th Century), a bishop proclaimed it to be a scam, and an artist confessed to painting the image on it, and Pope Clement VII officially declared the shroud a mere representation of Christ or FAKE.

All these proclamations were soon forgotten despite an admission from the artist. In 1988 three independent laboratories in Oxford, Zurich, and Arizona conducted radiocarbon dating tests and all agreed that the linen cloth originated around 1260-1390 A.D. – nearly 1400 years after Christ.

It’s interesting how believers in the Shroud say the tests were skewed by fungi and microbes which had accumulated over the centuries.

Interesting don’t you think?

Now of course this rambling communication isn’t about Christ but about how fakes present themselves as the real thing and of course why do they do that?

You see this World is awash with genuine fakes. Have you met many? Do you understand why they do it?

Fake cars, fake passports, fake masters, fake partners, fake Mona Lisa, fake brand labels, fake everything.

History is littered with them.

But now and then someone will come along someone that sees right through it. They see and feel that this is NOT the real thing.

While others remain hypnotized under the spell of the fake this one has clarity and wisdom.

Why is that?

Most of us live our life in a state of fear, the media and rulers and even modern day gurus make sure of that. This fear gives rise to us always looking to an external force to lead us. So fear weakens us, holds us in a lower state of true vibration and invisibly forces us to look and adhere to a leader. What the leader tells us because of fear … we accept as the real thing, the truth. DESPITE the fact that something very deep within us tells us otherwise.

Your body reacts to fakes, it reacts to lies. So although your mind will say one thing and mostly take the lead, your body will tell you otherwise yet most of us ignore that.

You know that feeling, that gut feeling, that deep set feeling when we do something but we are just not that sure? That is your body telling you… THIS IS A FAKE!

So why do fakes do so well? It’s very easy. Fakes play on the fears, your fears.

They are masters of deception, masters of persuasion, self engrossed in the glory of ego and self, never of another.

So if a committed believer in the Shroud of Turin sees and hears the facts about the shrouds lack of authenticity he or she will resist it until their death because it is too fearful to think otherwise. They refuse to challenge their own mind despite the evidence because of their own fears.

In modern times, I have seen on more than one occasion at live events speakers playing on the fears of the crowds. They get to know the crowds weaknesses, they get to know what the crowds really wants, they get to know how large portions of the crowd thinks.

That’s the easy bit. And because money and not serving the higher good is the aim of the fraudster, they use, they abuse and peel open the fears of the crowd using powerful mind tools and subliminal placing of thoughts so as to hook the listener in and get them in their grip.

Why does the listener fall for it? Because the fears in them put them in a position of looking for a leader despite the fact the body is saying FAKE!

One magical thing I have learned in life. I have learned this the hard way.

We (YOU) are the creators of our life. Our life is a measurable thing. It’s a moment in time but can simply be measured. The results of what we do reflect in our daily lives. If we play with a sharp knife despite what our parents say and we cut ourselves, the result is clear. If we do what another tells us under peer pressure and then later get exposed, we can face the possibility of prison.

Yet the questions is why do fakes present themselves the way they do?

Doesn’t the fake artist do it to prove he is an incredible artist as good or better than Van Gough? Doesn’t the speaker on stage present their fakes to give themselves the adoration, significance, elevated status and wealth despite the damage left on thousands who are blinded into maxxing out their credit cards on a promise? Why did the artist of the shroud do what he did? Was it to prove he was a master at something or did he want others to recognize his greatness and soak up the acclaim that would come with?

The fakes are about them, themselves, their riches, their bank balance, their disgustingly huge ego. The fake will do anything to fill their own need.

Have you been a victim of a fake?

Don’t worry, all is fine. You are a greater person than you are led by them to believe. You can overcome this depth less, shallow, deceptive behaviors that might have affected you. Fakes ALWAYS reap the destruction they sow at some point.

Here’s a simple test you can do for yourself when faced with a fake.

1. Does it FEEL kind of hard to believe of not quite right? IT’S FAKE!

2. Do you still have a stack of questions despite what your head and heart are telling you? IT’S A FAKE!

3. Are you buying or believing purely on the persuasion of a powerfully trained mind of the fakester? IT’S A FAKE!

These are great times we are living in. Yes there are frauds and plenty of them. Big promises of salvation and riches. These experts will vanish just like their promises of riches. They will vanish in the old empire of this world whilst truth seekers watch a new birth a new emergence of something much greater.

This isn not a life based on taking, taking and taking. This is not a life based on what can I get from someone else to make my life better. This is a life based on GIVING FREELY and recieving freely. In abaundance, in massive abundance. This is lasting riches that can never vanish or be taken away from you.

This is your time to wake up, to come to life, to be aware, to develop your own consciousness and awaken to greater, bigger, longer lasting riches of the heart.

Can I ask; Have you ever been ripped off, chewed up and spat out by a deception, a fake, an ego of some kind?

Would you post it here with proof of both the deciever and the deception? Or are you so ashamed or still feel under the spell of the guru?

This is your chance to break out, break free of the mind shackles of the fake.

It reminded me of the story of ‘Old Hank’.

Old Hank was 84 when he died. He had a long life, more years than most. He look fit, he looked healthy and he could work like a Horse. That was old Hank.

Old Hank was a loner. He was alone. He never married although had his share of women. He never had kids but loved the idea of being a dad. He rarely had friends because Hank was always doing what he does. Hank wanted kids and wanted a wife… but not until he found IT!

In fact you could find Hank in the same place, the same spot for years. Digging, searching, waiting.

Hank was a Gold miner. He dug for Gold until the day he died. Many people loved old Hank. They would take him food, gifts, clothes and friendship. But speaking with Hank was near impossible unless you’d climb down into the hole with him where he would hold his old pick in his leather like hands, day in, day out digging and searching for the Gold.

On the most incredible day, stunning skies, beautiful nights Hank never noticed, His focus was single minded. His eyes looked forward with the intensity of an Eagle. Just in case, just for the moment that the glint of gold would shine through the dust. His vision was tunnel, straight ahead, almost blind to anything. Hank so nothing around him, only his own puruits of what was to come. It never came.

One day old Hank got too old and he passed away. At 84 his last breath left him. He had gone, expired and ceased to exist any longer.

His funeral talk was strange. The local sheriff took control and all he could find to say about Hank was this…

"Old Hank… He searched and search, he dug and dug, he looked and looked and then he died"

Old Hank had spent 70 years in a hole digging for Gold, Why?

Hank believed his happiness would come on the day he struck Gold. He believed his future would come from finding Gold. It would make him rich, give him everything, solve everything.

He lived in a stunning country and never noticed it. He was surrounded by spectacular wildlife and never saw any of it. He had the love of good women want ing to share with him. He never saw them.

The gold, his future, his happiness, it didn’t arrive. When someone told him there was gold here or gold there, Hank would move on. When someone said there was gold in the river, Hank would move on. Hank was like a man possessed in his pursuit for answers to "where is the Gold?"

Old Hank WASTED his life. Gave it away to the god of nothing. He forfeited his own life experiences in the pursuit of something that would ultimately take his life.

Day after day, year after year, month after month for 70 endless years Hank only saw what Hank could never find.

Yes he may have been dedicated but he became sad, lonely and isolated. Alone with no one to talk to apart from the stars.

I wonder how many old Hanks walk the Earth right now?

People, humans in pursuit of something else. Digging, looking, searching, waiting for the answers, the gold, the solutions to life.

They will watch TV waiting for an answer. Listen to others waiting for an answer. Go anywhere and everywhere, looking, searching waiting for an answers. And  others, they do nothing, they are so conditioned they spend their lives on a pre-programmed automation.

Yet the reality is the gold is in YOU. The truth is in YOU. The solutions are in YOU. You are your happiness. There can only be NOW.

Yet most humans are conditioned to believe that happiness and satisfaction is always tied into what is coming rather than what is NOW.

You know; work hard and get a new car, get a bigger house, get more of this, find more of that. Another relationship. Another marriage. Another wasted life. Gone. Really?

And it’s worth noting that the pursuit of what is coming is impossible to find. Why? Because a future event is not yet here. We cannot promise that it will arrive. So we are always wrapped up in something that is truly unattainable. Sad don’t you think that most of mankind accept that kind of thinking?

I am sure old Hank would at times sit on his own by his fire in his cabin and wonder how on Earth his life passed him by so fast. It’s right isn’t, when we become almost engrossed in anything time passes by. And before we know it… our life … our time…. It’s come to a short close.

You have what you need. It is inside of you. You have what you want. It’s inside of you. You have what it takes to make you happy. You were created with it.

Can you see the sky today and enjoy it, share it with another?
Can you see the large Oak and wonder in amazement how on earth does it get water to the top from the bottom?
Can you see the birds outside and appreciate how busy they are cleaning and feeding the Earth?
Can we look our loved ones in the eyes and be with them NOW, accept them and enjoy and share life with them.

Or are we so busy in searching, digging, looking, waiting for answers we suddenly look back and it’s all gone?

You have one life.

You can be like Old Hank, bury yourself in a hole of your own creation and allow life to vanish like the morning mist.

Or…

You can be yourself.

Don’t worry if you see yourself in the above… any second of any day is a chance for you to chage direction. Can today be that day?

It’s Friday, it’s a wonderful day.