As difficult as dirty dishes can be, they’re even worse when you let them sit for a while. And the longer they sit, the harder they are to clean.

This is life. Something that is potentially easy to clean up right after it happens – an unkind word to your father, a lie to your best friend, an insensitivity to your girlfriend – can become a difficult mess if you don’t deal with it now.

Do the dishes today.

I have been thinking about Kaizen a lot. Kaizen can be the saving grace for a lot of people, because Kaizen is a way of life, a non-threatening way, but it is an awake way, and most of us are not awake, get jolted out of our sleepwalking by big things only. I am awake, and Kaizen is for me.

So I decided to use Kaizen to ease back into exercising. Since I stopped exercising, my face aged 10-20 years. That is a lot. I used to have no wrinkles, now I have folds, and wrinkles inside the folds… not pretty.

I have no special occasion to be pretty at, I just think that looking into the mirror should be a joyous occasion, not an occasion to berate myself.

So I am now doing 15 seconds of the exercise I used to do. I am happy. It is starting to show on my face. Hm.

Another Kaizen thing: in airplane bathrooms there is a sign that says something like this: would you be so kind as to use your paper towel to clean the sink before you throw it away?

Very Kaizen. Imagine going to the bathroom and someone’s soapy dirty washwater is still in the sink. (The airplane sink stopper needs to be manually lifted, otherwise it stops the water from emptying…) I would never wash my hand again on an airplane. But with that little Kaizen note, most 99% of the passengers follow the instructions, and everyone washes their hand. (I think that sign also reminds people to wash their hands, which many people don’t see a reason for… ).

And the third Kaizen example I read about in a Kaizen book, and it is about Toyota. The factory. They learned Kaizen from Americans… who would have thought… from Americans.

At Toyota, manufacturing cars happens on the assembly line. Nothing new there. In a normal assembly line everyone is concerned only about their part of the assembly, and the occasional errors are noticed and corrected, or not noticed and not corrected at the quality control station.

Toyota’s then CEO installed a rope switch above every workstation along the assembly line, where workers were asked to pull the rope every time they noticed an error in the work on the half-assembled car in front of them. The pull stopped the assembly line, they corrected the error, and pulled again to re-start…

It was a heretic idea, going counter with mass production. American auto manufacturers, that relied on quality control, had thousands of cars recalled, paid billions in restitution for tiny errors that weren’t corrected right after they happened.

Toyota went on to become the most reliable car. 250K cars are still sold and they run the highways: it is commonplace, while even an ‘error-free’ American car would be proud to run till 200K.

Which leads me to the ‘boundaries’ part.

It is still my cat that is on my mind. Or my previous failed relationship. Or my previous failed New Year resolution. Where, in all circumstances, I ignored, put up with, tolerated, shut a blind eye to a small aberration, a small violation of my boundaries, a little mistake, a little skipping… and they all became the core of a snow ball and destroyed an otherwise hopeful relationship, or my health, or my results.

Do the dishes soon after they get dirty. And stay awake. I have learned my lesson.

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My first experience with anything working, anything successfully modifying my world was around 1977. I was 30 years old. I worked in a huge factory that manufactured steel products for construction.

I was an architect, but made a mistake, an error in judgment, and fell to the bottom of the professional pile, got terribly depressed, and had to start all over again.

The professional office occupied the whole sixth floor, no partitions, just a sea of drafting boards with lots and lots of drawings on them.

For an empath there is no worse environment. You lose touch with who you are, what you feel, and drawn in a sea of other people’s feelings, other people’s identities. I felt a descent to madness.

My “desk” was at the furthest corner of the big room, and I had to navigate my way passing twenty-thirty drafting boards to get to the door to go to the bathroom, to a meeting, to lunch. I started seeing things, doors to open, threatening shadows, it was hell.

One afternoon I decided to get help.

A big factory like this had a medical office, so I went down there, no appointment: emergency.

The doctor, an older rugged individual, took me to an empty examination room, told me to take the couch till he would come back.

I was sobbing uncontrollably. When he came back he prescribed something for me, shots, and told me to come back every day at 10.

I bought the shots, and did as he said.

The second morning I noticed that my insides were starting to perk up at 9:30.A few minutes before 10 I was in the parking lot to go over to the medical building. It was a sunny morning. What’s in this shot that makes my body perk up like that? I wondered, and stopped to read the tiny tiny print on the box. blah blah blah codeine… Whatever codeine is, I don’t want it! I said. Gently placed the box on the pavement, and jumped on it with both feet, crushing the small ampoules in it.

A week or so later I showed up in the medical office again. The doctor was free. He tried to find out what made me so depressed, but all I could say was “I can’t, I can’t…”

He said: “I can help you, but not here. I can come to your house…”

I know that line, I was an attractive woman… but no one had said to me “I can help you” before, so I said “Yes.”

He came. He ordered me to lie on the bed, wiggled a big pocket watch in front of me, and suggested that I was getting sleepy. I closed my eyes. It was easy and it was pleasant. The light in my bedroom was getting less: it was evening coming.

He sat by the bed and repeated in a flat voice on sentence: “You have all the knowledge you need to get your job done.”

He didn’t ask me what to say, this is what he decided to say. He didn’t vary it.

I knew it wasn’t working, I could smell his bad breath, I heard all his hesitations, I never drifted off.

It was evening when he said I can open my eyes.

He left. I don’t remember if I paid him or not. I remember being ashamed, I remember wanting to run faster than my shadow.

I took off to the streets and ran as fast as I could for hours it seemed. I felt ashamed and I felt sorry for him to waste so much time on something that can’t work. “I could not been hypnotized, I was aware of everything..” I thought and I ran even faster.

Next day I had a presentation coming up. As was my habit, I trained this girl what to say at the meeting: I knew I could not talk, I knew I was too afraid.

So, as usual, she started to do MY WORK, but something interesting happened. Without a thought in my mind, I found my hands on the table, and my body slowly rising until I was standing.

“I’ll take it from here, thank you” I heard my voice saying. And that was it. I never doubted myself again.

I have had several hypnosis sessions in America since then. None of them did anything.

Why? Because hypnosis has to be precise. The statement this doctor invented for me was actually true, on every level, even on the level of the subconscious. I designed buildings and I had the knowledge to present them.

His statement put the emphasis on the knowledge instead of the fear I gathered from the environment. That fear was never mine, that anguish, anxiety was never mine.

Before that hypnosis that is all I paid attention to: the anguish, the fear. After the hypnosis I paid attention to my certainty that I know what I am talking about.

Often that’s all it takes to shift your being. But it takes an intuitive person like that doctor… thank God for that.

Our subconscious is a veritable mish-mash of contradicting, confused, angry thoughts and decisions. Most of them has nothing to do with what’s at hand. Not a thing…

A student of mine was an overweight youth. He was from the wrong side of the tracks, his father left while he was still in the womb.

He was looking at the popular boys and found only one thing in common: they all wore expensive Levi’s jeans.

His mother could not afford to buy those for him and his brother.

He took a summer job and from his earnings he bought himself a pair of those jeans. He wore them, come September, to school. The other boys took no notice of the new jeans. They ignored him, even teased him like before.

He decided that no matter what he does, it won’t matter… And that was that.

He is almost 70 now, but his attitude with any change, any betterment of his circumstances triggers the same feeling: “No matter what I do, it won’t matter…”

It doesn’t matter what he wants. Money, fame, success, love… they are all doomed to fail even before he starts, because it all got bundled together with the jeans and the failed attempt at becoming an “in guy” at age 10.

Unless he embraces that little kid with his broken dreams, based on misunderstanding life, he will never become whole and complete again… no matter how many hypnosis sessions, quantum thought shifting sessions, activators, he goes through.

And he has… I know him from Pam Ragland’s course where we both paid $5,500 for something that didn’t work.

In my $97 course, in just one session, he stands to get more that he got in that long and expensive course.

With my new-found capacity (I’ll share in the next post!) I’ll double the price come Christmas. So if you want it at the current price, you better hurry… And come January 29, I’ll double it again. And even then it will be worth much much more.

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The saga continues: Landmark Education and me… and proof that positive thinking is bah humbug

I left it off where by 4 pm the day of my return from my first Landmark Education course, four people at the City of Jerusalem office registered into a course, because they wanted what I got. I went from misery to pride, a vibration of 35 to 175 during that weekend, or more specifically in that 15 minute exercise where I had the insight that I blamed my father for not marrying me.

And no, the issue wasn’t whether I can marry another or not… though it has come up as a question later, much later. The issue was the anger that was tied up in that incident, in that blame, and also the self-disgust of having been used. Being used is still a sore spot for me, but I don’t try to punish everyone for my own misery any more. I did, for many many decades.

As in every Landmark Education course, there was a Tuesday night evening session. Trekking to Haifa was not on my schedule, but given the result I got, I decided to go. People shared what they got out of the course, and I didn’t understand half of it. I didn’t share. I didn’t know what I got out of it, other than people didn’t leave the bathroom like before. Although it was significant, I could not explain what happened.

I didn’t know about energy, I didn’t know about vibration, I didn’t know about anything that would explain why that happened.

Don’t forget, 175 is still a low vibration: still below where you can consider yourself a human being in training. Life is still all about you at 175.

I slept in Haifa at a classmate’s home. We talked till the wee hours of the morning.

After work that day a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to accompany her to America. I said yes. It surprised me, because I should not have said yes: I had no money at all. She said, OK, call so and so and ask him to pay for your air fare. So I called. I just said hi, explained who I was, and asked the guy to pay for my air fare. Why? he asked. Because Rachel said she needed me to go with her. OK, he said. I went back to Rachel and reported that it was done. She asked: and did you ask him to pay for our accommodation? I did not, I answered, slightly trembling at the outrageousness of it all. But I went back to the phone and called the guy again, and asked him to pay for our accommodation. He was silent for a little while, and then, annoyed, he said yes.

The trip was scheduled for three weeks later, and my job was to get ready, raise some money for eating and such, saw some clothes for myself, prepare a portfolio to show architects in America, get a passport and a visa… get permission to be off work for six weeks.

I didn’t sleep much in those three weeks, but it was all done.

The most crucial moment was asking for a visa.

My parents were communists, founding members of the Hungarian communist (was called socialist) party. My last boy friend was the head of the technical intelligence of the Hungarian Army. I did not expect to get a visa.

As I was sitting at the American Consulate in Jerusalem, I was sure I was going to get off the hook: I would never get a visa.

After waiting for 20 minutes, a well-dressed man came out from the back office, called my name. He reached out his hand, handed me my visa, wished me a fabulous trip. It was the Consul. WTF? right?

And here is my famous 20/20 hindsight: my internal state was so changed, my self-hatred diminished to such degree that what I was thinking with my conscious mind could not silence the song in my heart, the optimism about my future, my bright outlook.

Most people are bright in their speaking, laugh a lot, talk hopefully, but inside, in their subconscious they hate life, they are a loser, they don’t deserve, and that hidden aspect, the subconscious is what dominated, not what’s on the top, not what’s in the visible.

When I got to New York, I promptly looked for a job. I was offered a 35K job at my first interview, the week after my arrival. 27 years ago. That was a lot of money then.

I didn’t take it. I didn’t like the type of buildings this firm had designed. lol

Watch this short video where I explain why positive thinking, avoiding negativity, and other happy horse-s-h-i-t doesn’t work, and explain what does.

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My saga with Landmark Education – Part Three and how my vibration went from 35 to 175 in a 15-minute exercise

I left it off that I hardly understood any of the three-day course, and yet…

Since then I have distinguished (don’t forget, this was 27 years ago!) that mind-learning, understanding, actually stands in the way of transformation. Transformation happens as a result of an insight, but the mind is only capable of intellectual insights, and they are worthless, or better said: a dime a dozen. Almost worthless, lol.

So here we are, midday day 3 of the Communication Workshop. The sun is blasting, it is late August in Israel. We are asked to stand up and mingle. I look out the window. The room is on the top of a mountain that is surrounded on three sides with the beautiful blue water of the Mediterranean. Breathtaking.

We are asked to find a new partner to share with. My new partner is gorgeous. He is of Yemenite origin, a Yemenite Jew. Tall, wild looking, lean and sexy. We are asked to make a list of all the people we have a bad or so-so relationship with. My mom is on the top of my list, of course.

Then the leader, a fellow architect, asks us to cross out number one and number two from our list. I gasp. My father is number three… eggad… this is going to be bad.

The assignment is to say one sentence that would completely alter that relationship. One sentence? That is going to be tough.

My partner starts. Something about his sister and mother… I don’t quite follow: I am too busy being afraid. Then it’s my turn. It is hard to imagine this beautiful boy as my father, so I close my eyes.

I say with my best Hebrew: “You molested me. You put your thing between my legs. You beat me. You made me suck your you know what…” I open my eyes. The Yemenite, Mordechai is staring at me. “Is that it?” He asks. “No, there is something I feel wants to come up…” I say, and then I say it:

“You never married me!”

I gasp. I cry. I laugh. I am out of my mind! “Wow. That is what was there? All these years? It’s insane. It makes no sense… and yet…”

Luckily there was a break right after this exercise, because I had some more crying to do. My Yemenite hugged me. A few weeks later he visited me in Jerusalem.

Next morning I took the bus back to Jerusalem.

I went straight to work, and there to the bathroom.

We had a big bathroom there… Being lunch time, there were some 6-7 women there. As usual, when they saw me they stopped talking and started to leave the bathroom. I wasn’t a favorite at work.

Halfway through the door they tentatively turned back and stared at me as I was washing my hands.

“What happened to you? What did you do?” They asked.

“Nothing…” I stammered. “I just came back from a course… ”

“What course?”

That day there was not much work at the City Planning Department. People from all floors wanted to know what happened to me.

By 4 pm four people registered. They said: “If it could do this to you, imagine what it will do to me!”

Looking back, I didn’t see much difference. I didn’t know why they didn’t like me when they didn’t like me, and I didn’t know what changed about me that suddenly they were so impressed.

Knowing what I know now, I understand something very important: your vibration (mine went from 35 to 175 in one swell swoop) is more apparent to others than to you. At 35 you hate everyone. You hate your life. You are like a black hole of misery: people avoid you. It feels contagious, infectious…

At 175 your vibration is closer to “normal” and you may even be attractive, especially in the comparison.

For other people your effect on them and on their lives is what decides if they want you or not. At 35 they didn’t want me. At 175 they still didn’t want me, but they were impressed.

Stay tuned to more of the “saga.” What happened after this may be even more significant that what happened so far.

But before I stop this installment, I want to drive something home: In the hidden recesses of the subconscious there are this poisonous little centers that one they can see the light of day, you will experience a big jump in your vibration.

This is what we do in the Activate Divinity Course. Once a month. Magical. Amazing. Much like what happened to me in 1985.

Part four will come tomorrow. It will have a video me explaining why positive thinking is b.s. and can never work.

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Landmark Education video on how to have a breakthrough in raising a lot of money… and my story Part Two

I left it off in my previous (part one) article, that I signed up for the ‘thing’ that this guy said made him so happy and smiley.

I wanted it more than anything. I was miserable, lonely, depressed, and it didn’t look life was going to change on its own. My vibration, at the time, was 35. Barely enough energy to be breathing and moving. A walking dead.

I have pictures of me from that time, all smiles. Agrimony smiles, all pretense, to cover up the misery.

At the end of the evening I went home to my immigration hostel, that is where recent immigrants to Israel are housed. I shared a room with a stark mad Hungarian woman. She was angry and some kind of crazy: would walk all night with a knife in her hand. For protection or to kill me, I never found out. She returned to Hungary.

I was so happy that night, so hopeful, that I wanted to share my joy with everyone who was willing to listen.

The first person I ran into, Dave, immediately recognized what I signed up for. ‘Oh, you are sooo stupid!’ he said. ‘You paid 380 dollars for that? I’ll do it for you for 120 bucks. Lock you in a room, take your watch, and yell at you… You’ll get what you want!’ he said.

I believed him. Next day I called the number on the receipt and canceled my registration. I will get what I want and save 260 dollars.

But Dave wasn’t serious. I lost the receipt and never quite catch what the name of that course was, so I spent the next two and a half years in deep anguish and depression.

One day the wife of my car mechanic invited me to something, and I went. It was a beautiful summer evening. The moment I entered the room I knew it was the same people… all smiles. The person to speak was American, so I understood everything. Halfway through the presentation I went and registered into a course that started the next day, in Haifa, 2 hours bus ride from Jerusalem.

This time no one is going to stop me from going through with it.

The course, Communication Workshop, was given in Hebrew. The leader was a fellow architect, the same who gave the first presentation in my colleague’s living room two years before.

My Hebrew still wasn’t enough to understand what he said. The second day I caught a whole sentence… I was sooo happy.

On the last day I had a huge insight.

But that will have to be in another article… in Part Three

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I was first introduced to Landmark Education it was called something else, Werner Erhard and Associates. I was a new immigrant in Israel, worked for the City of Jerusalem as an architect, in the Town Planning Department. I was lonely and miserable.

I left Hungary hoping for a family. I left Hungary hoping for a better life. Instead I brought my misery with me and got loneliness on top of it.

One day a woman I barely knew by sight stuck her head in the door of my office and invited us, 4 girls, to a thing at her home. I said yes, I would have gone anywhere at that point.

My Hebrew was good enough to work, not too good to converse at that point.

When I arrived I was the first: I helped the woman whose name I knew by this time, Miki Ettlinger, to set up her living room. I found out that she was Hungarian and spent time in the Buchenwald concentration camp until she was liberated. She was liberated before the camp itself was liberated, and she felt guilty for that all her life. She was around 42 at the time of this conversation, I was 35.

There was only floor-sitting room in her living room to accommodate the 25 people that came to listen to, what turned out was an introduction to a program. I didn’t understand a word, so I wandered to the hallway and had my private conversation with one of the people there.

What struck me most is that they seemed, they felt happy. I didn’t know at the time that I was an empath, but I felt the happiness and I wanted some of that. I asked: “What would I need to do to be happy like you?” the guy smiled and said “Do this program…” “How do I go about that?” I asked. He gave me a card without saying a word. I filled it out, gave him a check, and that was that. I was on cloud nine. I got another chance at happiness.

Landmark Education is a company that bought the technology of Werner Erhard and Associates… that is the connection.

I’ll share in the next email what happened: it is really interesting. Here is the Landmark Education video, part one… part two will be in the next post.

The next Landmark Education article/post will come either today or tomorrow and it will have another video as well.

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I got an email today: A classmate of mine died yesterday.

He wasn’t the first one to die, he was the first one I cried over his death.

I pay attention when I cry. It is part of my guidance system. It takes me to places I need to go. Not forcefully go, not mind-directed go, instead go like a child goes, his hand in the hand of an adult, and they just go together, and the child doesn’t even consider worrying: the child is safe as long as the two hands touch.

It’s like a pilgrimage… not like I know what a pilgrimage is, this is the word that came, and I am going to trust it.

I had no idea why I would cry over the death of this guy. I don’t remember talking to him more than once, for maybe one sentence… that’s it. This is going to be interesting…

I am going about doing the things I do, webmastering, answering emails, making lunch, tea… nothing extra. I know that I am still being guided, I feel it.

Next piece of the “becoming conscious pilgrimage” is a movie I loved.

It’s about two neurotic people, a chocolate maker and a chocolate factory owner. I cried… there is the clue again. The man unexpectedly, both for himself and for the woman, kisses her long and hard, then runs away.

The thought bubbles up: I am not lovable. No one can love me.

I haven’t had that thought in a long time. Decades.

I have expected that it wasn’t there any more. But a thought like that is not like a cloud that disappears when the wind blows.

In fact, that sentence is more like the sky. No matter what season, no matter what the weather, no matter where, the sky is always there… unnoticed, unobserved: we only look at the clouds.

My sky says: I am not lovable.

And then it comes to me.

During my 7 years for my two degrees in architecture, I saw three guys I thought I could be with. I spoke with one of them, and he rejected me. I didn’t go past “hello” with the other two, this dead guy, the guy that died yesterday, was one of the two I really never spoke with.

Why would not I talk to someone I like? This is where the sky talks louder than the clouds. I am not lovable.

I have gone through the heartbreak of that with my mother… she never loved me. She beat me, mercilessly. With my guitar teacher: she had me beaten up. I called her mother, I loved her. More than my “real” mom. But they both told me with their actions that I was not loved. That I was going to be punished if I get too close, too hopeful, too attached.

There is a saying that says: it is better to love and lose, than to never love.

I disagree. My life is a story of avoiding loving, because the pain of not being loved is worse than anything.

Of the hundred feelings I have tested on myself, only the “I can feel love coming to me” tested negative. I can’t tell what being loved feels like… If anything, I feel pain. Massive pain.

In the Activate Divinity Workshop we find the incidents when we decided to abandon the part that is too painful to stay aware of, to own up to, to belong to.

I am not just a teacher, I am a participant in every course I take, the Activate Divinity Workshop is no exception. It is time for me to tackle this issue: I am 90% whole and complete… it is like saying: I am 90% pregnant.

You are not complete and whole, until you are 100% whole and complete.

It is my time to finish to restore the innocent, divine me.

How about you?

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Pure Magic

Magical Solutions to life… so you can experience love, care, and appreciation, finally… Part One

Why can’t you really experience love, caring, appreciation? What displaces all these wonderful feelings?

Part One of this article will bring focus to the real cause of why you can’t really experience love, joy, happiness, real connection, gratitude… all the wonderful feelings that would make your life worth living, and make every moment a celebration.

One of the magical results of my online workshop is that they return love, care, appreciation to your life.

How do I do it? It is surprisingly simple. And I just found a poetic way to express it.

I am quoting my most magical teacher’s Monday Morning Memo: always an inspiration, but today especially.

Time is a Solvent

An auction house is an island of cast-offs and misfits where the rejected and broken feel finally at home.

I am speaking of the merchandise, of course, not of the people.

Perhaps I am speaking of the people, as well.

From the age of 18, Pennie and I have searched for buried treasure in auction houses. When you collect the misfit and the broken, you quickly learn how to accentuate natural beauty and disguise the inevitable flaws. These are valuable skills for a marketing consultant.

There is magic in that moment between Before and After.

The most miraculous makeovers happen when the misfit is made of wood. Formby’s Conditioning Furniture Refinisher is an amazing solvent that dissolves old varnish, lacquer and shellac, gently melting the crackled, grimy layers of age into a homogenous, flowing liquid.

It’s not a stripper, exactly. Formby’s refinishing solvent merely allows you to redistribute the accumulated weirdness that was already there, giving the piece a rich, original, old finish.

Time is like Formby’s Refinisher; a solvent dissolving memories and events into one another, creating altogether new realities based only loosely upon the ones that were before.

The past was reality. But it does not remain reality.

What is today’s reality? Yours, I mean… (rest of the story cut…)

Roy H. Williams

“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
– a paraphrase of chapter 17 in G.K. Chesterton’s Tremendous Trifles (1909)

The human memory, yours, remembers only one side of the story. It is prevented from looking further, it is prevented from expanding its cone of vision. Why? to protect the ego, the righteous aspect of you, that wants to preserve the pain in the memory, in the memory of an incident.

You might have had loss… maybe your son died, maybe your husband left you, maybe someone laughed at you. The circumstance is happenstance.

The “important” part of each memory is how the incident made you feel.

Maybe it made you feel that other people don’t understand you (and they never will), and that your high values are not shared in the world. It will make you feel lonely and a misfit.

Maybe it made you feel inadequate and confused, and everything you have started since then kept on making you feel inadequate and confused.

Maybe it made you feel unwanted, unimportant, and a temporary solution to some problem that can be replaced to the real solution any time.

No matter what the incident, you always end up feeling the same way. Just like a cat always lands on its feet…

You have a dominant feeling and it is so dominant that it colors every experience you have had after that incident.

Now, why the ego would protect that particular interpretation of things is a question we can only guess to answer, but I’ll try it here. The ego’s job is to create a fixed identity for you so you know who you are.

The trouble is that the ego is using all these incidents to define your ego. Incidents where you were upset or hurt or felt bad about yourself, and these provide the deeper layers of this multi-layered ego.

The ego builds a pseudo-self. Each layer is inconsistent with the next, and at the end of the day you don’t know who you are.

In fact, you are none of those layers, none. You are, the real you, is closest to an innocent little baby: no identity there, yet. Nothing is fixed and everything is possible. The future is empty until it comes, until it becomes the present: no pre written, predictable outcomes, feelings, or events. None.

My job in my workshops is to melt and meld those layers of identity together, just like the chemical in the quoted article above.

I don’t have the power to disappear those layers. They are here to stay.

But I have the power to alter them, meld them, melt them, by offering a sacred opportunity to look at them again, with the eyes of an adult, and allow me to contribute my vantage points, clearly able to cause alchemy, able to make gold from tin…

Only once you have done that, we have done that, are you able to re-integrate your abandoned self to a story that kept it hostage.

It’s magical. It’s moving, It’s creates, each time, a whole new you that has all the parts that were there previously, but with a glorious, rich glow, that surely wasn’t there before.

What is the workshop called? Activate Divinity… It is a course that you pay for it once, whether you have one or 15 incidents in your past, that one payment admits you to the once every two weeks sessions, so you can apply the magic.

Once there are too many people in the workshop, I open up another one: this magic cannot happen while you listen to others: it only happens when you talk to me, directly. When we have a one-on-one conversation, while the others listen.

Would it happen if we had a “real” one-on-one session? The answer is a surprising “no.” Why? because the power of the group is missing there, the shared experiences, the group connecting to what we’ll call magic.

Part two of this article will explain how you have dealt with the pain of the memory until now, and will offer a magical solution to that.

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I am writing this review because people are searching for it on this site, so here you have it.

David Morelli, coach to the wannabe coaches, I guess. His personal vibration is 210. Spends 80% of his time in the mind. His dominant emotion is trepidation: a searing pain in the upper chest area and the throat: his voice also gives it away.

His students love him, enjoy his programs, according to the videos I have seen. The average vibration of his students is 180.

Let me measure your vibration?
Click on the link to request a vibrational reading…
The Map of Consciousness will show you what it means.

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Indian “guru” living in India. Lives in a palace in exquisite riches, if the Indian TV can be trusted about things like this.

Personal vibration: 170
Other vibrational details: lives in her mind, identifies herself with the mind 70% of the time… (ideal is 10% or less)
Dominant feeling (she is sleeping as I am doing this review): guilt and shame Indication that she considers herself a fake, an exploiter of human misery.

When in satsang (no speaking just her presence) her most dominant desires are to be pretty and nice.

Being in the presence of a person who is in the present, out of their mind, is elevating the non-elevated, but being in the presence of this person, will do nothing for you.

Let me measure your vibration?
Click on the link to request a vibrational reading…
The Map of Consciousness will show you what it means.

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