Monday, August 3, 2009

Living in a Fish Bowl Pond

Did you know that if you move a goldfish from a small fishbowl in
your home and take it to a lake - he will continue to swim in the
same small circle? Why? Because he has accepted the belief that
if he swims farther, he's going to bump his nose. He's always done
it this way. Any other way is "impossible."

When you question your beliefs - you question your limitations. If
your beliefs serve you - they can withstand the scrutiny. If they
don't survive the questioning - it is time to drop them and
replace them with beliefs that serve you.

Examples: You may have the belief that you need money to make
money. It's hard to succeed in a recession. That you will never
get out of debt. That there are too many obstacles in your way to
succeed at...(you fill in the blank)

Like the goldfish that has been freed to swim in the lake, you
still think you are limited. Your limitation is set by your

The question people ask me the most is "How can I tell for sure
what I believe is true or not?" This is actually quite easy. The
question to ask is simply...

"Does this belief serve me?"

It doesn't matter whether your beliefs are "true" or "false". What
matters is, are they moving you TOWARD or AWAY from what you want?
If they don't serve you, now is the time to replace them with
beliefs that do.

Today will bring you a new awareness, a lesson or a manifestation
that you are making progress - IF YOU LOOK FOR IT! No matter how
large or small, please record it. It will only take a few moments
and will AUTOMATICALLY put you in the Flow.

Truly Caring for Your Success!

Dr. Robert Anthony

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Best Advice of All Time: Enjoy the Ride!

So what’s potentially the greatest advice of all time?


Be open. Be adventurous. Be curious. Be eager to learn. Be genuine, not least to yourself. Don’t judge. Acknowledge the wonder of life and the amazing experience it brings.

After all, it seems so real, doesn’t it?

In the words of the late comedian Bill Hicks:

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “Hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride…”

And we kill those people.

“We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.”

Just a ride…

But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok.

But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.”

So what’s your choice?

Remain childlike. And enjoy the ride!

Monday, June 22, 2009

You Are My Sunshine. The Miracle of a Brother's Song. (True Story)

Woman's Day Magazine called this The Miracle of a Brother's Song. This is a sweet, inspiring miracle and true story.(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.

They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in mommy's tummy..

He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.

The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown , Tennessee

In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and
Karen found herself in hours of labor.

Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.

With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary 's Hospital, Knoxville ,
Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there was very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying.

Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.

Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.

If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket.

The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, 'Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed.' The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. 'He is not leaving until he sings to his sister,' she stated.

Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live.. After a moment, he began to sing.
In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: 'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.' Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

'Keep on singing, Michael,' encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. 'You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away.' As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr, 'Keep on singing, sweetheart..'

'The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms.' Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.

'Keep on singing, Michael.' Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. 'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away.'

The next day.....the very next day the little girl was well enough to go home.

Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song.

The medical staff just called it a miracle.

Karen called it a miracle of God's love.



Life is good.

Have a Wonderful Day!

'The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.'

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Dairy and Meats Industry Spend Millions on Ads Making Us Think We Need More Protein...

By Christopher Westra:

Main Idea: Our bodies thrive with ten percent protein or less. Fruit and green leaves provide all the amino acids we need to build our bodies.

John Robbins is the author of May All Be Fed. In his book, John shows study after study showing the health dangers of a high protein diet. High protein intakes are linked to osteoporosis.

Dr. T. Colin Campbell wrote The China Study. The China study was one of the largest research projects in the world. The study showed that high protein intake leads to increased cancer rates.

Dr. Campbell says that we need only 5 to 6 percent of our daily calories coming from protein to build and repair our bodies.

Douglas Graham is the author of the 80/10/10 Diet and is also a lifelong athlete and coach. He says that even for athletes and bodybuilders, ten percent protein is still plenty.

Tim Van Orden is a runner who lives on a fruit based diet and is doing extremely well. See his website at for videos and race results. He just turned 40 at the time I’m writing this book and he’s winning races!

Tim is an inspiration to me as I’m a mountain runner myself. I hope to race with him soon. I’m a couple years older than Tim.

Fruit and green leaves will provide you with all the protein you need. See some figures below. These figures are from, which gets most of their date from the USDA Nutrient Database:

Apricots - 10% Protein, 6% Fat, 84% Carbohydrate

Bananas - 4% Protein, 3% Fat, 93% Carbohydrate

Cucumbers – 15% Protein, 5% Fat, 80% Carbohydrate

Oranges - 7% Protein, 2% Fat, 91% Carbohydrate

Peaches - 8% Protein, 5% Fat, 87% Carbohydrate

Lettuce – 24% Protein, 13% Fat, 63% Carbohydrate

Papaya - 6% Protein, 3% Fat, 91% Carbohydrate

Strawberries - 8% Protein, 8% Fat, 84% Carbohydrate

More protein is not better. Human mother’s milk is just 5 to 7 percent protein and that is for a rapidly growing infant!

Don’t take my word for it. Do your own research into the protein issue. You will find that a diet of varied fruits, a few vegetables, and leaves will meet all requirements.

Why then do so many people think we need to eat more protein? The answer is simple. The meat and dairy industries spend millions on advertising to make us think we need more protein.

Action Items:

Eat just fruits and greens for 30 days while exercising regularly. You will get enough protein to build muscle.

When you hear an “expert” claiming we need high protein, track down the source. Most often, the source will be linked to the meat and dairy industries.

Monday, June 15, 2009

FDA Regulating Tobacco Industry Now= Us Getting Screwed Over

has anyone heard about what the FDA wants to do to the tobacco industry now that they HAVE THE RIGHT to regulate it? NO more flavored cigarettes, Flavored cigars (this means blunts & blunt wraps,) no more colored packaging, no more late night stops at the gas station (cause they won't be able to carry them BY LAW!), you will have to scan you ID card into a system every time you buy a tobacco product Your information will be sent to the FDA who will share this information with your health & life insurance companies which will directly affect your premium. Cigarette store will have blacked out windows like porn stores, no more LIGHT/ FULL Flavor/ MEDUIM/ ULTRA LIGHT ciggs. No more smokers rights period!

I feel smoking is a right. If the person is of the smoking age, it is their right to smoke. Its bad enough they limit where people can smoke, but now to take away the basic right of which kind of cigarettes we can buy? AND they share that info with the insurance companies!! That is BS! Sounds like the ... Read Moregovernment is in bed with the insurance companies. While many of us knew that all along, it now seems they are openly airing that information. There has to be some kind of petition or something going on that we can show our displeasure with what is going on. This is wrong.

If anyone knows of any petition going around, or anything like the sort, where we can have our voices heard please please let me know.
Email me at:

Friday, June 12, 2009

Schadenfreude- Pocket Tazer Story...

I normally only post things of great importance. I think I am going to start adding some funny things too. Life is too short not to take a minute and laugh. This post is reminds me of the song Schadenfreude (If you dont know that reference- go to youtube and listen to the song from the musical Avenue Q). Anyways, I was sent this email this week:

A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their
anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5"
long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and
(loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself,
'no possible way!' What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it dumbass,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and ?

I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, and then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs? The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a tazer, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor... A three second burst would be considered conservative. IT HURT LIKE HELL!!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!

P.S... My wife, who can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Excerpt from Earl Nightingales "The Strangest Secret" from 1957- 1st Gold Record...

In 1957, Earl Nightingale, speaker, author and co founder of the Nightingale-Conant Corporation, recorded his classic motivational record "The Strangest Secret." "The Strangest Secret" sold over one million copies and made history in the recording industry by being honored as the first Gold Record for the spoken word. Nightingale, known as the "dean of personal development," concluded that life's "strangest secret" is that we become what we think about all day long.

Your belief system, like your computer, doesn't judge or even question what you input; it merely accepts your thoughts as the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Think thoughts of defeat or failure and you're bound to feel discouraged. Continuous thoughts of worry, anxiety and fear are unhealthy and often manifest in the body as stress, panic attacks and depression.

At the core of Earl's message, he reveals the incredible power of positive self-talk, belief and expectation. What you vividly imagine and hold in your subconscious mind begins to out picture as your reality. Your belief system not only defines your reality, but it also shapes your character and determines your potential.

Earl Nightingale's radio recording that he called The Strangest Secret electrified his listeners all over the country. The stations that carried his syndicated show were deluged with requests for copies of it.

As a result, the audio version of Nightingale's message was recorded, and sold over 1 million copies. In fact, Earl Nightingale's recording of The Strangest Secret was the first non-music record to exceed the one million mark!

An excerpt from
The Strangest Secret
by Earl Nightingale

George Bernard Shaw said, "People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, they make them."

Well, it's pretty apparent, isn't it? And every person who discovered this believed (for a while) that he was the first one to work it out. We become what we think about.

Conversely, the person who has no goal, who doesn't know where he's going, and whose thoughts must therefore be thoughts of confusion, anxiety and worry - his life becomes one of frustration, fear, anxiety and worry. And if he thinks about nothing... he becomes nothing.

How does it work? Why do we become what we think about? Well, I'll tell you how it works, as far as we know. To do this, I want to tell you about a situation that parallels the human mind.

Suppose a farmer has some land, and it's good, fertile land. The land gives the farmer a choice; he may plant in that land whatever he chooses. The land doesn't care. It's up to the farmer to make the decision.

We're comparing the human mind with the land because the mind, like the land, doesn't care what you plant in it. It will return what you plant, but it doesn't care what you plant.

Now, let's say that the farmer has two seeds in his hand- one is a seed of corn, the other is nightshade, a deadly poison. He digs two little holes in the earth and he plants both seeds-one corn, the other nightshade. He covers up the holes, waters and takes care of the land...and what will happen? Invariably, the land will return what was planted.

As it's written in the Bible, "As ye sow, so shall ye reap."

Remember the land doesn't care. It will return poison in just as wonderful abundance as it will corn. So up come the two plants - one corn, one poison.

The human mind is far more fertile, far more incredible and mysterious than the land, but it works the same way. It doesn't care what we plant...success...or failure. A concrete, worthwhile goal...or confusion, misunderstanding, fear, anxiety and so on. But what we plant it must return to us.

You see, the human mind is the last great unexplored continent on earth. It contains riches beyond our wildest dreams. It will return anything we want to plant.