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Would you like to know how to get ahead faster and be happy while doing so? Of course who doesn’t?
Here’s a technique you can use immediately to begin to create the life you want and be happy now!
Let’s begin with
Everything’s Repetition and so, Happiness is Repetition, and Success is Repetition.
Think about it…
Repetition has produced everything and everything is repetition.
The Universe is repetition.
The World is repetition.
It’s repetition of the hammer that builds the building.
It’s repetition of the jack Hammer and wrecking ball that tear down the building.
Repetition, it rings the school bell
And it’s the repetition of fuel explosions that powers our cars, and
Digs the ditch and
Plows the farm field, and
plants the corn, and
harvests the corn, and
Repetition of chewing eats the corn.
Repetition, it’s Walking and Talking
and Swimming and …
Sand is created by it
weight gained by it
and Exercising and building muscle and losing weight too.
By repetition of Nuclear Reaction the Sun sends waves of heat and light and life.
And some of those sun rays fall on an elephant–A giant adult circus elephant.
The Circus Elephant Story
Have you ever seen a huge circus elephant? The adult can easily lift 2000 lbs with its trunk! And yet, the circus trainers keep them in one place with a small wooden stake – a stake that they could easily pull out.
So how does that happen? Well, when the elephant is a baby it is tethered, by its ankle, to an immovable object, with a heavy steel chain. Thus held for most of its young life, by the time it is an adult, it is conditioned to believe that it cannot escape when tied at the ankle. Thus, by repetition, the elephant is conditioned and held in place.
*Now, I want you to hold on to that thought–because that is the first puzzle piece.
Repetition of Thought Conditions and Controls our Behavior
Thought repetition—equals moods and actions. Let’s explore further.
Do you know how to make yourself feel bad?
I’ll bet you do, in fact, if you’re like most people, I’ll bet you’re an expert at it.
Have you ever become upset by something someone does or says and then allowed it to distract you from your plans, upset your mood, or ruin your day?
“But, ‘he stepped on my toe!’
‘She gave me the sign!’
‘Cut me off in traffic!’
‘He kicked my cat!’
‘She kicked my cat!”
Then you repetitively run this thought movie over and over in your head until it literally ruins your day. Have you ever done this? And sometimes you continue,
Over and over you dwell on it and a seething anger builds up inside of you. You go home that night and play it over and over again, on and on and on!
Why you’d think it was the best picture in town!
Then you’re lying in bed at night and you even invent a sequel, it’s the revenge sequel:
“I’m going to get even, he kicked my cat, I’m going to kick his cat”
But now you can use it to your benefit by realizing: you are in charge!
You’re the projectionist; and so, you get to select the movie, right?
So why not the next time it happens (someone offends you) and from here on out, you purposely play a mental movie you’ll enjoy?
It’s simple, what you do is this: When you catch yourself repetitively playing a negative mental movie, switch it to a positive mental movie.
First you have to create one, so you can have it ready to go for just such an occasion. So now you build a positive movie for your mental movie file. (To insure it’s effective you want to develop it and play it, and make sure it works for you.
Here’s a little trick you can use to not only save your day, but propel you in the direction of your ideal lifestyle.
Create your very own happy movie.
Here’s how, see in your mind’s eye a mental movie of you doing what you really enjoy doing, and being with who you love being with. See yourself in your idyllic lifestyle doing what you love and being with who you love. Keep playing this movie and then, by experimenting with your thoughts, condensing it to a one (1) minute movie script.
This one (1) minute movie, when played in your mental vision, must make you happy. This is your Happy Movie.
Now, make a second one (1) minute movie outlining your most ardent desire. This will be your Achievement Movie.
Make it the theme of your most ardent long-range goal. Something you want to accomplish or have in the next three to five years.
Make it the last scene of the last act—the scene that most exemplifies what you want. It’s you on the trip, with your family, in your home, winning a contest,
Make it an exciting, sensory filled mind’s eye visual that shows you getting what you want, and living the life of your dreams.
You increase its power by shrinking it down to one (1 ) minute in total thought time.
This is your Achievement movie.
**These positive movies are the second puzzle piece.
Now to put it all together.
Combine Repetition with Positive Movies to Be Happy and Live Successfully (Put the puzzle pieces together.)
Make it your habit, like brushing your teeth, to run/play your achievement movie two to three times per day. (It only takes 1-2 minutes each time you do so. So time is not a problem in doing this habit.)
And use your happy movie to replace your, “he kicked my cat”, negative movie. Whenever you catch yourself running a negative movie, switch it to your happy movie.
And experiment running your new mental movies back to back. This will get you in a good mood and refocus your mind on doing things to progress towards your dreams or keep you on track. To repeat,
Be sure to run your movies whenever you are down, sad, mad, running negative movies, etc. And make it a habit to watch your Achievement Movie three times every day.
By doing so, you will control your conditioning, your moods and thoughts. And by controlling your mental conditioning, moods and thoughts
you will control your actions and thereby your destiny,
All—by simply taking control of the repetition in your life!
Do it now: Start today and begin to use repetition effectively to live out your mental movie in reality. This is you living your LifeVision. Play the movie, control your mood, determine the actions that will make it happen, take such actions repetitively, repeat, repeat, repeat. That’s effective use of repetition and the best way to use the time of your life.
In short, you use repetition to accomplish the stuff in your movie, your one-unwavering aim, your LifeVision.
Look, what I’m trying to say is simply this: “don’t be like the circus elephants.”
You can control your conditioning and your moods and actions and destiny—by taking control of the repetition in your life!
If you are serious about living your dreams I urge you to Start Now! Do it now! NOW!
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The name Evel Knievel will probably ring a bell in the minds of many of you reading this.
For those who don’t know, Evel Knievel was the greatest motorcycle daredevil that ever lived. In his career he made over 300 jumps. He once jumped over 19 automobiles. He jumped over 14 buses. And he was the first to attempt a jump over the water fountain at Caesars’ Palace, Las Vegas, NV.
When attempting the Caesar’s Palace jump, he made the distance over the fountain but missed his landing ramp. And because of that the Caesars Palace jump went down in recorded history as the most watched sporting event in television history, but for the wrong reason. What made it famous was this: It was the most horrific crash ever recorded on film. When he hit the ground, Evel tumbled and slid on concrete and asphalt for over 100 feet. In this wreck he broke thirty-nine bones and suffered a skull fracture. “Thirty nine (39) broken bones in that wreck and fractured his skull”–hard to imagine how he survived it. But survive it he did.
Evel Knievel spent 29 days in a coma after the Caeser’s Palace jump. His Doctors told him he may never walk again; and, that he would never ride a motorcycle again. So certainly daredevil jumping the bike was out. But Evel Knievel didn’t believe the Doctors. He believed in himself. And because of his own powerful beliefs, he walked out of the hospital in three months. And, five months after the accident he was doing another jump, this time he was attempting to jump over fifteen cars—unfortunately, he crashed again—this time he broke a foot and a leg. Incredible as it may seem, the best was yet to come.
These accidents only furthered Evel’s fame; in fact the terrible accident at Caesars’ had catapulted him to National Fame and hero worship status; and now history was about to be written because Evel believed in himself.
I have something in common with Evil Knievel. You see, when he attempted to jump the fountain at Caesars’ Palace, it was November 1967. And just a few short years later, I too made a jump on a cold November day, only the year was 1973.
The story begins in Pittsburgh on a cold, gray fall day. The leaves had all fallen and it was damp all around, having rained recently. The air was crisp and you could see your breath as you exhaled. The ground was sloppy mud and wet leaves with puddles here and there. I was thirteen at the time and as was usual in those days I hung out at a local ball park with my friends. On this chilly November Saturday we had gathered with our bikes at the field.
We noticed when we arrived that some construction activity had taken place since we where there last. They were adding a new drainage system to the football field, and the contractor had dug pits here and there. Also there was some lumber lying around here and there. Being that there was wood for jump ramps, we gathered together some materials for making them and built a couple of small ones. On these ramps we practiced making small jumps with our bikes.
Then someone asked me if I thought I could jump over one of the pits. Now these pits, well don’t hold me to it, it was a long time ago, I think they were about six feet in length by three feet across and maybe two feet deep. Since it had been rained recently, there was standing water in the pit as well. The water wasn’t deep, maybe four to six inches, enough to get you good wet if you fell in though. And since I was asked, I accepted the challenge. “Sure”, I said.
So we built a make shift ramp on the edge of one of the pits.
Now, I’d seen Evel Kneivel do this many times (on TV) so I knew what I had to do.
First, a couple of warm–up laps. Then a couple of “approaches”, where you drive right up to the very top of the ramp, stop there and survey the obstacle and landing site. Then one final warm-up lap, and this time as you come around towards the ramp you get up to full speed, and go off the ramp.
So as I’m coming around the final lap, here’s the scene: I was probably thinking something along the lines “I can do it.” And I hit that ramp at full speed. About three quarters of the way to the top something in my head changes, a doubt pops up, and I slam the brake and skid off the end of the ramp. Even at that I almost made it across the pit, but not quite. My bike crashed hard into the bank of dirt directly opposite the ramp. And at the same instant, one of the peddles slammed into my shin. The cross bar was into my groin. My face smashes into the dirt bank. My arms mangled in the handle bars between the dirt and the bike. My feet and legs partially submersed in cold water. My friends laughing hard.
Now as quickly as I could, I crawl out of the pit. And as I begin to hobble aimlessly, trying to remove the pain by walking it off, one of my friends walks up along side of me and says, “Why, why did you hit the brake. You know you had it made easily–if you wouldn’t have hit the brake.” I said, “I don’t know, I don’t know.” But, they knew and I knew, I had panicked. For some reason, a doubt popped into my head and with that doubt I tried to abort the mission; but it was too late, I was going too fast to stop in time, for I was out of ramp. If only I wouldn’t have had that doubt I would’ve made that jump easily.
Why did that doubt show up right there and then? What went wrong in my head? Back then I never gave it much thought; I didn’t go home and analyze my psyche and beliefs. But I sure was embarrassed and mad at myself for failing; and yet I learned something important. For now I knew after that I didn’t want to be a daredevil. It hurt too darn much.
After my small and basically harmless mishap, I respected Evel Knievel even more so. How did he do it? How could he return to jumping after major crashes that nearly killed him? And how could he be come so successful at doing something so dangerous?
So what was the difference between me that day, and Evel Knievel when he did his jumps?
In a word, BELIEF.
Evel Knievel had enormous belief. And on that cold November day in 1973, I had a teeny, tiny belief.
Evel Knievel had enormous belief in himself. And that is the Secret to his success–and yours!
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It was cold outside but that was typical for February in Pittsburgh. And nothing else was remarkable about this Saturday either, nor foreseen; in fact it was downright boring here.
And as usual, it was afternoon by the time this particular group of teenage boys got together. Today, mostly out of boredom, they decided they would go down to the river and look around. Before they got there though, they went exploring along the railroad tracks that ran alongside the Allegheny River. Walking along the tracks, they soon happened upon a parked freight train. So naturally they began investigating the behemoth–checking out the train and seeing if they could enter into one of the box cars. This was their immediate fascination and spontaneous goal. And yes, I was one of those boys.
I was 13 yrs old at the time. And, we were looking to open all the box cars we could; so, we ran about trying all the doors on all the cars, climbing on them and just being curious in general.
When we happened upon one we could open, we found it was pretty close to black coal dark inside. Even though it was difficult to see, by opening the door some light was casting in and we thought we could make out a lump of something back in the far corner—the furthest from the door. “There’s something back there for sure”, someone said. Then another, “Let’s go check it out”. We figured our eyes would adjust a little better once we got inside. So we all hopped up in to get a closer look.
It was dark in the car but deep inside the car it was even darker. Squinting to better focus we were pretty sure there was something in there, back in the back. “Wonder what it is?” One of the boys remarked. And so, after a few minutes of discussion, we decided to walk back to the lump and find out what it was. My best friend went first and I was directly behind him, right over his shoulder. As we approached the lump it started to take on the possibility of a human form; but whatever it was it was mostly covered over. So, we approached it cautiously. Finally, we were right on top of it. Next, at the urging of our companions, we reached down to pull the cover off of it; and, huh? It was a filthy bearded man and he wasn’t moving. I was momentarily frozen at what we discovered and then I thought, “he’s dead!” And in an instant, with that thought in my head, I spun around and booked out of their so fast, I figured all my friends saw of me was a blur. I flew out the box car door like a cannon-shot and hit the ground running. Then my friends were not far behind.
I must have run a good fifty yards or so before I slowed to a fast walk; and now my friends were starting to catch up to me. While they were in pursuit they where hollering questions at me and yelling for me to hold up. “Hold up”, “Wait up”, “What was it?” they hollered. They wanted to know why we were running. So, when they finally caught me, they basically grabbed me to stop my forward movement; then asked, “What was it?”
I stammered, “It’s a dead guy”. Friends, “What?” Me: “Ya, a dead guy.”
Everyone had an astonished look on their face. But, then came — “Are you sure?” “We where standing around in there talking, we walked over there and uncovered him, why else wouldn’t he have moved by now”, I said. Then came curiosity, “Let’s go back and check it out.” “Ya, I want to see the dead guy.” “I never saw a dead guy” and stuff like that. Then my buddy who was the first upon the guy said, “maybe he’s not dead, let’s go back and take a look.” And with that, we agreed we’d go back and check out this dead fellow.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t want anything to do with it—I was scared of him and would rather just go tell someone about him then go back and look again. But my friends where much more curious and braver than I was; so, they pushed and pulled and coerced and coaxed and I went along — begrudgingly.
When we climbed back into the boxcar, I lingered back, staying by the door for a quick exit. I didn’t want anything to do with the dead guy.
My friends, started off by hollering, “hey buddy”, and “hey mister” and making assorted hooting and hollering sounds as they approached the lump; trying to wake the dead I supposed, but more likely assuaging their owns fears. Then it moved. “Hey, mister” one of my companions yelled at it. And, it stirred and awoke and began to say something. Heck, he wasn’t dead after all, but only sleeping. But he was almost dead; I figured he was; but he was just almost dead.
Turns out he was a hobo, a starving, half-frozen, thirsty hobo.
After he woke up and after we expressed our concerns for him, there was a quick introduction. Next, he started asking for water and cigarettes. Or maybe it was the other way around.
But, when we told him we would go for help, he asked us not to, he didn’t want us to tell anyone about him. I think he said something like he didn’t want to get in trouble for trespassing on railroad property and anyway he was OK; he just needed a smoke and some water. So, we assured him we’d help him out and that we wouldn’t tell anyone. He told us his toes were frost bit but played it down, like it was no big deal and that otherwise he was OK. So after a short visit, in which he never moved from his resting spot, we left to retrieve him the things he wanted.
A short while later we were home raiding our mother’s refrigerators, and picking up some smokes, I forget how. Around supper time we came back to the train and gave the stranger, water, food and cigarettes. We asked him a lot of questions and he told us Hobo Stories; and he became our friend; he was our secret bum friend. So we had a secret new friend and the mystery, secrecy and sanctity of trust was exciting to us. We assured him we’d visit again the next day–Sunday.
The next day we made a couple of visits to see our new friend. On these trips, we would bring along other friends who were curious and wanted to share in our find. And, each time we brought him supplies, smoked cigarettes with him and listened to his hobo stories; we even gave him a blanket, so he could get through the night a little better.
Now, it was Saturday afternoon when we first discovered our new friend and the daytime temperature was cold but not bad. But the nighttime temperature was bitter cold. And we began to worry for our new friend because of it. And even though he claimed he wasn’t, to us kids, he seemed in pretty bad shape physically. We discussed our concerns among ourselves and we were seriously worried that our new friend might die if we didn’t tell someone to rescue him.
So finally, on Sunday evening, we realized we better break our promise to the old coot and tell one of our parents–because this guy was in serious danger. One of the other boys elected to tell his father and together they led the police to the hobo.
Later in the week we received a progress report. The police, accompanied by our friend and his father, took the hobo to the local VA hospital and there, because they were frost-bitten, they removed a few of his toes; but otherwise, he survived and he was going to be OK.
If we wouldn’t have gone back and woke this guy up, he would’ve kept on sleeping and froze dead for sure. Thank God my friends and I were curious.
But the point I truly wanted to make to you with this story is in regards to how my false belief (that it was a dead guy) drove my thoughts and actions and caused me to take off running. Beliefs are like that, we act on them whether they are real or not.
So what does this mean for you? Well, perhaps like most of us, you too have a false belief that is holding you back. What would it mean to you if you discovered it and eliminated it?
Do you have erroneous beliefs holding you back?
Motivational Speaker Zig Ziglar used F.E.A.R. as an acronym to describe this particular phenomenon of fear. He called it False Evidence Appearing Real. One way to find out if this F.E.A.R. is operating in your life is to examine your fears rationally. If you desire to do something and fear is holding you back, then isn’t that a signal for you to examine your fear? Yes, if that’s the situation, then it’s a good time to take a hard look for indications of this F.E.A.R. phenomena working on you. Moreover, you might consider doing this type of self-examination a few times a year–looking specifically for evidence of this fear phenomenon in your life. By doing so, you might uncover false evidence that’s holding you back from living a richer, more enjoyable life.
Here’s the best part. If you do this exercise and find erroneous beliefs, that’s a good thing. With this information in hand, you can make sound, reality based, adjustments; which in turn will lead to good things happening in your life; and all because you examined your fear and removed a false barrier that’s been holding you back somehow. Once you remove these false barriers, you begin to do some things you were previously afraid of doing; because now you know the truth. So don’t be afraid — examine your fears and take-off!