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Daydreams begin sometime in the child’s first decade, usually around the age of eight or nine. At this age the boy inevitably projects himself in terms of raw power. Frequently he is faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and can leap buildings at a single bound. He becomes the Ghenghis Khan of the fourth grade, the Attila the Hun of the local shopping center, the General George Patton of Cub Scout Local 216. His parents are being tortured to death in a horribly creative way: for example, over some tremendous fire at the end of sharpened spears they are being fried as marshmallows. Sometimes the child arrives in time to save his parents; sometimes, in fact most times, he arrives just too late and, after demolishing the villains, concentrates his imagination on himself marching in the middle of a giant state funeral procession bathed in tears. The procession is attacked by the enemy and he leaps with his sword . . .

By the age of thirteen the scene has usually shifted to Yankee Stadium, where the boy, playing for the hopeless Yankees, with the bases loaded, two outs and his team trailing by three runs in the last half of the ninth inning in the seventh game of the World Series, manages to stroke a 495-foot drive off the highest part of the fence in right center field and, with a fantastic flash around the bases and an impossible headfirst slide, just touches home plate with the extended uncut fingernail of his left pinky. In December, late in the fourth quarter and his team trailing by five points he runs back an intercepted pass 109 yards, carrying fourteen men over the goal line on his back, eleven opposition players, one incompetent referee and two fans who are already trying to congratulate him. In the spring, with two seconds left to win the game he sinks a one handed jump shot from the foul line, his own foul line.

In the world of sports, girls are absent, but by the age of sixteen or seventeen the stroke of a baseball has been replaced by other strokes, and the only ones intercepting passes are female. The boy has become a man, and the man is commander-in-chief of a harem. Here things go on beyond the wildest imagination of anyone – except that of the boy doing the dreaming. A woman, panting helplessly, flings her nude body onto the hero, who, puffing nonchalantly on a Corsican cigarette and tastefully sipping a glass of rare New York State wine, and steering his Aston-Martin at 165 miles-per hour down a rarely used road in the Alps, manages to give the girl the most exciting love experience of her life. If a male at the age of seventeen is sometimes once again Attila the Hun it is in order to round up the conquered Roman women and, twirling his sword and his mustache, choose fifteen or sixteen to spend the night with him. If he once again scores the winning touchdown, it is in order to walk dramatically into the senior prom, limping badly and trailing blood along the floor behind him like a leaky oil truck, and watch the women melt into gooey syrup at the sight of him.

But by the age of twenty-one our male is either engaged, married or sated; the world he wants to rule is a new world he has become Horatio Alger. With grim determination and uncanny acuity he invests fifty-six dollars in the stock market and after buying and selling with cool nonchalance over a period of six months, finally sells out, pocketing a cool $4,862,927.33. When the board of General Motors is panicked by the threat of disarmament he calmly presents his invention of an inexpensive jet sportscar built in the shape of a Polaris missile and getting fifty miles per gallon of jet fuel. In three weeks he is on the covers of Time, Fortune and Success! But in the next few years he is earning a modest salary as second clerk at Pierce, Perkins and Poof and is upset at the injustice and hypocrisy that exist in the world: a world in which some men are athletic stars, James Bonds and millionaires and he is not; he is morally appalled. In his dreams he recreates the world, righting all wrongs, eliminating suffering, redistributing wealth, redistributing women, ending all wars. He becomes a reincarnation of Mahatma Buddha. Jesus Christ and Hugh Hefner. Evil governments topple, corrupt churches collapse, laws are revised, and Truth, written in Xeroxed tablets of stone by our hero, is presented to the world. Every one is happy.

Except our hero, whose income continues to be modest. At the age of twenty-five he has reached the first apex of the Rhinehart Power Pattern for Men: the dream of reforming the world. By the age of twenty-eight or nine regression has begun. His wife is reminding him that the world is still unreformed and that other men are earning … et cetera. He returns to his dreams of success. Only now they are more modest, more limited. Now he rules only Pierce, Perkins and Poof and not General Motors. Now his coup on the stock market is only a thousand dollars, not four million. Middle age, like rigor mortis, has set in.

The regression continues: in three or four years he reassumes his position as managing director of a harem, but it isn’t what it used to be. It is populated with secretaries, receptionists and, on particularly good days, a famous movie star. Jane Fonda, while protest picketing at Pierce, Perkins and Poof, takes one glance at him and drags him off to a commune where – but it doesn’t seem quite real, so he returns to the conquering of the little telephone operator Maggie Blemish.

At the age of thirty-seven he suddenly resigns from Pierce, Perkins and Poof to join the New York Football Giants. The prospect of running 109 yards or dragging fourteen men on his back no longer seems as jolly as it did at the age of thirteen, so he joins the Giants as head coach. Although his team has finished dead last for six consecutive seasons and still has the same incompetent men, our male introduces a new spread formation with three running quarterbacks separated by thirty yards and a center who can hike the ball to any one of them, and the Giants, running new quadruple reverses off fake-draw quick kicks, all season, win fourteen straight. He takes over as head coach of the New York Hockey Rangers at midseason and, thanks to a revolutionary introduction of six men into the forward line – but the pattern is familiar.

At the age of forty-one it is complete; the male, resigning his six head-coach-ships, once again dreams of conquering the world. The accumulated bitterness of the years asserts itself, he becomes as fast as a speeding bullet, as powerful as a locomotive and can leap buildings with three powerful strides. He becomes a General Curtis LeMay and bombs China back into the Stone Age. He becomes a Spiro Agnew and puts the blacks and hippies and liberals firmly in then places. His wife and children are being tortured to death in some horribly creative way: over a fire at the end of sharpened sticks they are being roasted as marshmallows. Sometimes he arrives in time to save his children, sometimes even his wife. But most times he arrives just too late. The giant state funeral procession in which, in tears, he is marching is attacked by the enemy, and leaping back into action with his tactical nuclear weapons . . .

The quotes are arranged in calendar order so you can easily read and think about each “Success Quote of The Day”.

The quote of today:
“What separates those who achieve from those who do not is in direct proportion to one’s ability to ask for help.” – Donald Keough

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Reality Transurfing is a relict knowledge about the ruling of reality, described in 2003 by Vadim Zeland (Russia) in his book with the same titel.

This book talks about some very strange and unusual things. This is all so shocking, that you won’t want to believe it. But you will not be asked to believe it. Methods will be presented that allow you to verify everything yourself. And only then will your ordinary way of looking at things fall apart.

We all, in one way or another, find ourselves in the power of circumstances. Desires go unfulfilled, dreams never come true. And our worst expectations justify themselves, as if to spite us. Can’t we turn this around? It appears that we can. And you’ll learn how. Transurfing is the technology for controlling reality.

In spite of the completely fantastic nature of the ideas presented in this book, they have already found practical affirmation. Those who have tried Transurfing, have experienced amazement, verging on ecstasy. The surrounding world of transurfers changes in an inexplicable way, literally before their very eyes. Those who ventured to employ these methods in everyday life were astonished (perhaps, even frightened) by how real and effective they are.

Rite 1

Stand erect with arms outstretched, horizontal to the floor. If you are in the Northern Hemisphere, hold your left palm facing up, right palm facing down and spin around clockwise.  If you are in the Southern Hemisphere, hold your left palm facing down, right palm facing up and spin counter clockwise.

Gradually increase number of spins from 1 spin to 21 spins, in increments of one or three.

Breathing: Inhale and exhale deeply as you do the spins.

Rite 2

First, lie flat on the floor, face up.
Fully extend your arms along your sides, and place the palms of your hands against the floor or under your sacrum for support.

Then, raise your head off the floor, tucking the chin against the chest.

As you do this, lift your legs, knees straight, into a vertical position. If possible, let the legs extend to 90 degrees, using your abdominal muscles; do not let the knees bend.

Then slowly lower both the head and the legs, knees straight, to the floor. Allow all the muscles to relax, continue breathing in the same rhythm.

Gradually increase from 1-21 in increments of three.

Breathing: Breathe in deeply as you lift your head and legs and breathe out, as you lower your head and legs.

Rite 3

Kneel on the floor, with the body erect.

The hands should be placed against the back thigh muscles. Incline the head and

neck forward, tucking the chin against the chest. Then, lift the head and neck backward and arch the spine. Your toes should be curled under during this exercise.

As you arch, you will brace your arms and hands against the thighs for support. After the arching, return

to the original position, and start the rite all over again. Repeat in increments of three, up to 21.

Breathing: Breathe in deeply as you arch the spine, breathe out as you return to an erect position.

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Rite 4

Sit down on the floor with your legs straight out in front of you and your feet about 12 inches apart.

With the trunk of the body erect, place the palms of your hands, facing your feet, on the floor alongside the buttocks.

Then, tuck the chin forward against the chest. Now, drop the head backward as far as

it will go.

At the same time, bend your knees, feet flat on the ground and lift the hips up. There should be a straight line from the collar bone to the knees, your back is straight, and the knees bend while the arms remain straight.

The trunk of the body will be in a straight line with the thighs, horizontal to the floor.  Relax your muscles as you return to the original sitting position.

Breathing: Breathe in as you raise up, breathe out fully as you come down.

Rite 5

To begin the fifth rite, begin on your hands and knees. The hands should be shoulder width apart with the fingers facing forward. The knees are directly under the hips, shoulder width apart.

Curl your toes forward, to get ready to come up, take your knees off the ground and raise your hips up, to be in a triangle position or downward dog position, the second position  from the pictures.

Then, bring legs down to the ground and lift your head up. The spine is arched. Make sure not to strain your back and only go as far as your body is comfortable.

Throughout this rite, the elbows are kept straight.

Breathing: Breathe in deeply as you raise the body, breathe out fully as you lower it.

Source

Be brave – “Studies show people regret not having done things much more than they regret things they did. Why? We can rationalise an excess of courage more easily than an excess of cowardice, because we can console ourselves by thinking of the things we learned from the experience. We hedge our bets when we should blunder forward. In fact, large-scale assaults on our happiness – a lost job or failed marriage – trigger our psychological defences (and hence promote our happiness) more than smaller annoyances. The paradoxical consequence is that it is sometimes easier to achieve a positive view of a very bad experience than a bad one. And yet we rarely choose action over inaction. Knowing we overestimate the impact of almost every life event makes me a bit braver and more relaxed because I know what I’m worrying about probably won’t matter as much as I think it will.”

Meditate

Be kind to yourself

Use your pessimism

Find a calling

Act happy

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