Countering Fear with Belief

Fear. Fear has stopped many people from accomplishing a dream, those little doubts that dance in and out of our thoughts making us dizzy. https://3a179971hcw6q9fdwimgm8en40.hop.clickbank.net/ Yet what if you did it piece by piece day by day, a bit at a time. What would your fear say then? Fitting every jigsaw piece in little by little, taking the cake a slice at a time. My father said something to me that inspired me he said, it takes many drops of water to make an Ocean. Yet this message states that the ocean itself is possible. Do not conquer and yet condemn,believe in possible things, if men have walked the moon, why not you, why is your vision, your dream so impossible for a universe and a god of such omnipotence. We believe in so many things, let’s take time to embrace fully believing in ourselves. https://3a179971hcw6q9fdwimgm8en40.hop.clickbank.net/

The Fog of Others

It’s easy to let others tell you who you can become. For years I was bullied out of my own skin by a coward who loathed himself. We trust the wrong people to love us, we trust the wrong people to build us up when we’re vulnerable, because we’re too fragile to build ourselves up. As I was laughed at , and ridiculed, put down, humiliated,by a guy who spent years afraid of his own shadow, I realised the most sacred lesson I should have learned. I kept reaching out for love for friendship, but self is love, and family is network. It is important to know who you are and where you come from,otherwise people who are weaker, who have failed themselves will use you as a crutch as a platform to build up an identity of strength. The guy who bullied me for years spent years dragging his face across the pavement, he could barely hold his own shoulders up. Now I think of the humiliation he caused me, the false friends he gathered whilst doing it, and I can only laugh, because I see so much clearer now. Once upon a time through his fog of insults I couldn’t see at all.

Qudos to kings: capturing king-sized imaginations

It begins with the seed of discourse, a fledgling conversation explodes into the silence. You are at the mercy of self and mind. Determined to obliterate the silence, eager to escape the tedium which transcends normal life. You want change, you want drama, excitement, passion, growth and a life of fulfilment. There is no substitute  for development. There is no substitute for tapping into infinite change and infinite possibility. Welcome to the evolving self. Welcome to a mind which will meditate upon change, meandering, and navigating through the chaos of fallen trials and almost triumphs. You think to yourself, from the world allows one day I will make an impact. One day I will take bold creative steps and unwind myself from the umbilical cord of ‘normal’ nursing the wounds that come with attempts to elevate ones self, beyond the constraints of a simplistic mind. You are stepping outside of the box, taking off shoes and socks, walking bare foot, into a realm of infinite questions where answers are blanketed, closeted and cloaked. You will morph into a self that the world will find undiscovered, unrecognisable. Self as explorer, self as adventurer, yet self as hero. There is something beautiful about the expansive mind. It’s complex methodologies, and stratagem, then at other times the way it eases you into a fate with a simple recipe, and ingredients that primarily redefine your entire sense of being. Your imagination is your best friend on this journey, feed it and fuel its processes.

Countdown millionaire idea number 4

It was a dream that woke you, a vision that shadowed you, and now it consumes you. Your hunger to be so much greater than what you were yesterday, this vision has made you embark on a journey. This journey is about to change your life. When I started writing my book Lunchbox Millionaire I had no idea I would create such a powerful network, and become such a pronounced digital influencer. My aim was to learn certain skills, and to become a more consistent blogger and entrepreneur. I had a myriad of ideas some were catastrophic,others I felt evangelised me. I learned many things along the way, one of them was the importance of consistency. I have a habit of liking new things, the fresh zeal of abandoning an old idea for something fresh, pronounced, with the prospect of helping me arrive at my destination so much quicker. I’ve always had the tenacity but lacked the sustained momentum, yet in business I learned these key traits and in life. It is more than the initial excitement. The burst and the new zeal. For example they always say a puppy is not just for Christmas, it is a living , breathing thing, it requires feeding. A dream is the same. It is its own animal, it requires fuel, tenacity, and more than glorious leaps, consistent steps, and action. Yesterday’s talk must become tomorrow’s action, your processes are a symptom of your belief. To raise the capital, to be financially independent, when you reach the experience of mental drought, you must be willing to push beyond it and find a well of resources, and nuggets of information that remain untapped. A whole reservoir now for idea number three

A community trade enterprise. Thats right people there is money in the word community, whether its an online portal or a network of people sharing ideas you can use buddy press to create your own social network on wordpress, and commit to selling trade to your network of friends , family, and prospects. The key is as follows, inform friends, family, neighbors that you are building a community trade portal, which will give them a platform to showcase and sell their services to make more money. There is a small membership fee, and they give you a percent of the revenue they make. Why will this work because ebay, and sites like amazon, even etsy are very commercial, and very competitive. It is a great side income, and when your ready it would be great to expand it. Inform your local community centre, youth centre, and business centres of what your doing, there is government funding available, it will make you an intricate fabric within the community, and make you a key point of contact for many businesses.

Oxygen Dreams

Hear the vision humm in your mind, painting crimson moons of colour for there is trouble when we wake the cyclops that sleeps. The mind is hungry for a challenge, words leave an imprint like tattoo, the weak ones are smoke dancing in and out like belly dancers, strong words become form they are commitment taking shape building stature, then evolving further.You orbit your world, leaving brush strokes of dreams, breathing oxygen like a dragons breath into a quiet corner. When you whisper, the dreams they gather, locked in a warm embrace, limbs connected, creating steps developing a path of escapism. You are the womb, the dream is the oxygen

Missing ink

A stolen thought weeps in the cellar of a broken mans dreams, its need to belong to a changeling, escape the fiasco of a lost existence. dare i say this thought went astray, it needed a cushion it wanted to be a marvel like a dream. Jealous thought where are you now, on an island stranded missing existence, how will you find your way back somehow to reap the reward of supporting others with persistence.  It claws from its silent death, reflecting its wounds to an angry community, there i stood in the belly of change, selfish i was, i wanted immunity. For fear took me, and cast i aside, weeping like a baby dragged from its womb, i have risen from the tomb of a dull and colourless place.

The Owl

The owl revels in the splendour of the night, eagle eyes, cyclops, you are observer in this skin. Watching, channeling, precision to change. Each action a dimple on the goals you set before you. We awe in wonder at a world of magic and magnificent, adventure tiptoeing to come steal you away. You are glorious where you perch, casting your vision on dancing limbs and jerking bones, paperclip men and women blowing restless in the wind.

Infinity calling

Awake in an oblivion, a master to myself, a creative compass i need little else, but to see with the eyes, that can pierce through glass, move with abundance of moses staff, a mind that transcends moon sun and sky, a mind as a weapon a tool to fly, for when the world saunters to embrace what cannot be kept, i am way beyond your common sense, whats catered in boxes , or nursed with a smile, it may take me a while, it may take me a while, but i am infinity.

Knowledge and all its compartment

Splinters, crackled glass, making shapes, im running fast, from shadows of fear that trickle like ink on a pallette, a canvas that is eager for the brush strokes of my creative mind. Creative mind come to me, come to me, so i can see, all the things hidden , beyond contempt, those eager boxes that dont make sense, unlock all the padlocks, with iron clad keys, slide open compartments, have knowledge on knees, for a bite of the apple,so tender and sweet, something delicious, to be trapped in my teeth.

Metamorphosis

Creative

Changing fiction,

stripping bare,

old thoughts that wear down,

tired hare.

Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop

For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine.

As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.

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