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He “passed on” a while ago, years ago, I believe in 2013. I’m not sure, but I think thats when.
Curiously enough, at a time when yours truly moved back (again!) to China due to reasons mentioned in emails prior, and curiously enough … well?
Was it a case of passing the BATON along – again – unconsciously?
He often appeared in dreams in very vivid form, often giving me advice and such which I sometimes followed, when I could decipher it!
And this just increased after the age of 36 or 37 …
Anyway he was a man that ENJOYED his life.
Drank. Smoked. Probably other things I don’t know about either, hehe.
And I still remember him standing on our balcony when yours truly was “ye small”, smoke billowing out of his nostrils.
Curiously enough, despite the almost Purantical and very strident opposition my immediate family has to me drinking, smoking etc (I Do it anyway, hehe) -my grand mother – that PATNERAL grandmother was of a different bent of mind.
Her son came home from school (college) and smoked at home.
It was allowed.
Do it in the open, she probably told them (which is what I tell my daughter NOW).
The same thing my Dad’s friend told my Mom at age of 17, hehe.
I still remember it.
“…. what will you do when you can’t stop him anymore!”
And to me?
Half drunk, jolly ole fellow, and he raised a glass, got me a beer (or opened the fridge) and said the following
“Even if you get a girl pregnant, tell your family!”
Maybe if I was part of the George Bush style family I would, but mine?
Hell, I couldn’t even tell them about my marriage – they found about it in the news paper (when I could finally tell ‘em!).
Ah, my stories.
But anyway, back to my Uncle.
And the paternal grandmother I’ve written so much about.
Both people I didn’t really know for various reasons, but both pretty much the only people (along with the guy who called me a wolf, and very rightly so, hehe) that saw something in me.
Napoleon Hill writes about his family often thought of him as a rank outcast, loser, and much more unprintable here until the day he died pretty much.
Yet, the stepmother who he first met at a young age was the one that encouraged him to take up a typewriter rather than the gun.
She SAW something in him.
“If you beat this boy again, I will never speak to you!”
Was what she told his Dad, notorious for handing out hidings that in Hills words would have brought down the SPCA on him if he did that to a horse!
(all for not going to church. Hence, the “Outwitting the Devil” book years later).
But anyway, my Uncle.
Despite what others in the family thought, despite what my Mom said about him “needing to be more responsible because he had two kids” and less carefree or what not, despite what others may or may not have said or thought, I still remember him ENJOYING life.
With a glass in hand, hehe.
I STILL Remember him telling me I had a good voice.
(and he didnt see it as a rank nuisance as my Mom did, hehe. Bathroom singers and all that, and my songs were "movie" songs where guys were openly "hitting on sexy gals". How dare I, hehe)
Well, he told his wife. A kindly aunt whose never really done much wrong to me, and who I don’t know much either really, but she’s “all right” I’d say.
A man that never had much for most of his life, but could care less (but he finally hit it big in his final years).
Curiously enough, or maybe not, both my paternal grandma and him (I knew the former even less) passed away with 3 years of each other. Or 4. Both wayyy before I ever became as attuned to the Spirit as I am now.
But they are the ones, the ONLY ones that show up in dreams in a positive manner.
A helpful manner.
And back to the good ole Uncle?
Well, we’ll meet. And I’ll pour a whiskey for him someday.
But NOT NOW.
Too much to do, too many years to LIVE on this here “earthly plane”, hehe, before I build my wolf house or harem or what not “in the beyond”.
And I’ll write more on this later!
YEE – HA!
PS – Life life kingsize, bro. It truly is the only way. VIM, VIGOR, GUMPTION AND GUSTO!
PS #2 – HERE is where you can pick up the best damn fitness system ever – the 0 Excuses Fitness System. Quit dicking around, and do it NOW, bro. Really! The time IS NOW.
It’s well known (at least to my list – which really are those that MATTER to me) that I’m a highly spiritual person. And that despite my outwardly “uber macho” “logical” side that everyone sees, there lies an entirely different “beast” inside.
Nah, I ain’t referring to a Bozo Scofield like beast, hehe.
But I’m referring to a man’s many sides.
A human being’s many sides – and most of us never acknowledge either our many sides, or what we truly want, and the many wonders that never cease to amaze once we “give in” to our true desires.
As I continue to sink deeper into the Universe, create new businesses, write new books etc – the wonders never cease to amaze!
And amazingly enough those supposed to be the closest to me think the exact opposite.
What a dolt, they go.
Hehe. Thats the most polite of terms these nuts use ... but hey. As I thought about it this morning, the phrase “letting go” came to mind.
In the past I’d have trouble letting go.
IT just went.
End of caring.
And thats a great way to deal with negativity around you, but it needs practice, and I’ll talk more about it later, but for now, tingling?
Numbers adding up in all the right places (I ain’t talking sales!)?
And that FEELING?
Well – it’s SPIRIT talking to you my friend – IF you recognize it.
As it spoke to me, I’ll tell you about the tingle I’ve been feeling in my arms when doing the dead hang these days, and it’s AMAZING.
It’s a different sort of feeling from the STRONG feeling you get on normal thick bar dead hangs I’ve mentioned in the book on pull-ups.
This is more like a refreshing-cum-strong tingle.
IT literally refreshes your entire arms from up to down, and the ENERGY CRACKLES thereafter!
And there is a special combo of exercises that I have discovered you gotta do for this to happen – and I’m not going to reveal what exactly right now. Stay tuned – but hint – the exercises themselves ain’t nothing new – it’s how you do ‘em.
As they say, its not so much what you do, but HOW youdo it.
And in terms of exercise, lets say the best damned fitness system ever, its HOW you do it.
If I can’t hear you breathe across the room while doing any of this, or even my other workouts in the other books, you ain’t doing ‘em right bro.
It’s just that simple.
Thy breath is thy POWER, thy CONNECTION to the Universe, the source of INFINITE power and possiblities and everything.
And I’ll leave you be on that note!
PS – I’m off for some more arm tingling pull-up workouts right now. Join me by cracking off some ADVANCED pull-ups as I describe in the ADVANCED course on pull-ups.
Often times when I wake up in the middle of the night, I “feel something”.
Like a PRESENCE.
Sometimes it's benign. Sometimes the feeling is “that it's there”. Something it's “he's sitting on my bedside” (this past April).
And sometimes, it's downright scary – like the “hag” who showed up next to me - - and that I “saw” right after I woke up ... an experience that still, weeks later gives me the goose bumps.
I can still remember the face so clearly, the crazy spiked hair and so forth ...
And yet, sometimes, the worst dreams are actually the best to have for reasons that are way too profound to get into in terms of this email.
But back to “visits”.
I've made no secret of the fact that my family and me are usually at loggerheads with each other over just about everything.
There isn't and never has, as far as yours truly can recall any love lost between the two sides.
My childhood days are mostly those of “you damned problem child!” and so forth, and I've written about that before, and of course, when I was old enough to “retaliate”, I did.
A “cold war” of sorts that lasts until this day. Sometimes thats how it is. Sometimes thats for the better, believe it or not!
And the signs all point towards me “having to write this” as I am, so I am! Right now ...
Anyway, there were a few people who actually understood yours truly when he was “wee little”.
In ways that were never direct, but the signs were always there.
For instance, my Uncle who once made the comment about my “voice being good enough to be a singer”
I still remember him, standing in front of the dressing table saying that (while of course most of the rest of my family ridiculed it as “being rubbish”).
Or my paternal grandmother, for instance, who did all she could to help me in ways she could ...
Goddamn it. I hear a “whistle” outside. Made by a person that does all she can to “disrupt” my flow of thought whether she knows it or not! She does, actually, but thats a different story.
And so, right now, as I gather my thoughts again ...
... My maternal grandfather, who liked pretty much everyone.
And the fourth being, but we'll get into that later.
All of the above three people had positive things to say about me for the most part.
And while obviously a balanced “appraisal” contains both negative and positive, the overwhelming vibe I got off these people was POSITIVE. As it should be.
Especially for young kids.
And curiously enough or maybe not, these were the very people that I, due to whatever reason (actually I know, but I won't get into it here) spent the LEAST amount of time with.
Funny how that works eh.
But the VIBE cannot be denied my friend. No matter what we're talking about.
Neither can gut. Or instinct.
And as these three people passed on, they're “always there with me”.
Whether it's my deceased uncle who often appears in my dreams in ways that would terrify the average person, or my paternal grandmother warning me of dangers to come (which oddly enough or not are sometimes related to one's own FAMILY – and believe me, those “dangers” DID come! Like clockwork, except I was prepared for them), I often receive “visits from them”.
Dr. Lamar is the fourth individual, a kindly “old” man I met wayyyyy back in the day at the age of 19.
Despite all our fights, arguments and everything else he did all he could to help me (and I really needed it back then!) and I will always remember him for that.
He went down to the plague from China, unfortunately ...
It's unfortunate, but true.
Us “survivors”, and the people that truly “care”, and at the end of the day, we're the one left standing, but is it truly US?
I believe it is, but we're there for a reason.
To carry on the good fight, my friend.
Those that “couldn't” or those that the eternal spirt DEEMED necessary to pass on, and probabaly re-appear in one way, shape or form will probably do so then ... but they left us with the BLESSING (no, I am NOT a religious person in any regard!) to do what we do best.
And in my case, that is to say it like it is.
To create businesses based upon GUT, often on the fly, upon a moment's notice.
Some of my other businesses right now – well, let me just say that even if I TOLD YOU what they were, you would never believe it!
Such are the ways of the Universe, my friend.
Tune in, and yer shall see.
Ok, enough of the spiritual “stuff” I hear you say. Fitness?
Well, here it is – and believe me, when you start knocking out them Hindu pushups in high numbers ...you'll KNOW why I call it the best damned fitness system ever!
PS – I'll have more on this later, as well as details (excluding personal details) on a call I recently went through with one of the members on my exclusive 0 Excuses Ship group – stay tuned! (and no, it isn't for the average Joe or Jane, and especially not the tyre kickers or those with a 'down' mentality. I don't train “dead people” as that line famously went in the movie, but if you've got a WILL to improve – and a pulse – and a willingness to get down to brass tacks and just DO IT – then you're my man (or woman!)).
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