A Friend In Need

“The Purpose Of Human Life Is To Serve, And To Show Compassion And The Will To Help Others”*

As I’m reading a self-help book, I’ll often put it down to meditate upon its meaning, and as I did so this morning, I was transported back in time.

Being a teenager can be a difficult time to say the least. For myself, I have many regrets that have haunted me from those early years, but that’s part of why I’ve read hundreds of self-help books – because for lasting change to occur, you must want to change, and it must start from within.

A long time ago I was walking down the street when I saw a friend of mine walking towards me. I hadn’t seen Dave for several weeks, and as we shook hands I noticed his big smile and the happy vibes that he was sending out.

I asked him why I hadn’t seen him around, and with great pride and joy he said, “I have a girlfriend now, and I’m really in love with her, and we’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

I always liked Dave a lot because he was a really nice person despite his story – his parents were divorced, his dad was long gone, he lived alone with his mom, and his older brother was in prison.

I won’t lie to you, Dave smoked dope and drank alcohol sometimes as many teens with shattered home lives tend to do. So I was incredibly happy that he had found himself a girlfriend, and was in love because he deserved it.

After walking and talking for a while, we went our separate ways. I knew that I probably wouldn’t see or hear from him for some time, but I understood why.

“The Language Of Friendship Is Not Words But Meaning”*

About a month later as I was walking down that same street, I saw Dave in the distance. As we walked towards each other I immediately noticed a difference – he was walking slowly, looking down at the ground, and as we met, there was not even a hint of a smile on his face.

I asked him what was going on, and he told me that his girlfriend had broken up with him. Although I had never met her, and she wasn’t my girlfriend, my heart sank for my friend.

I did my best to help him with some words of wisdom. I told him that we were young, and it was rare for people to spend their whole life with their first love. It was sad, but it was just a part of life.

I told him that this too shall come to pass, that his pain will ease up in time, and that he’d meet the right lady for him one day. But, none of that seemed to cheer him up at all.

We sat at the park together for a couple of hours as I listened to him talk about her. Like I said, I never met her, and I know that Dave adored her, but I hated her for what she had done to him because he had already been through enough pain in his short life.

“The Only Way To Have A Friend Is To Be One”*

Before we went our separate ways I told Dave to call me, that we should take in a movie, or go shoot some pool. Neither of which seemed to interest him.

A week or so later I tried calling him because I was really concerned about him, but no one answered the phone. A few days after that I met another friend at the mall and he said, “Did you hear about Dave?” Well, I hadn’t so he gave me the news.

Apparently, Dave went into the underpass that ran underneath the highway, drank a bottle of rubbing alcohol then proceeded to smack his head against the concrete wall until he was no longer a part of this world. Dead at eighteen!

“I Think I Love You Too Much”*

We all understand the pain of life. We’ve all loved and lost. We all have regrets, guilt, and bad memories. And I’m sure that you’ll agree that the teens can be really hard.

In fact, a big part of the reason that I started my blog was to turn my own pain around by trying to help others. Once I delved deep into many classic self-help books, I wondered why they didn’t teach them in school. If they did, it might have saved my tormented soul – and perhaps Dave’s life.

“The Mind Is Its Own Place, And In Itself Can Make A Heaven Of Hell, A Hell Of Heaven”*

Then again maybe if I hadn’t have gone through hell, I wouldn’t be in heaven now. When my own life had become so meaningless and futile, I tried praying to God even though I doubted that He even existed.

I didn’t know it then, but I set in motion the universal laws of mind. Because when you pray to a Higher Power you also tap into The Power Of Your Subconscious Mind {<Free Copy} by Joseph Murphy.

Then my whole life started to change. I found videos like The Day That Turns Your Life Around by Jim Rohn which inspired me to start reading self-help books – eventually hundreds of them.

When life is getting you down, ask someone for help. If you don’t feel like asking another person then try praying to God. I understand that there are believers and non-believers, and I never preach, but ask someone or something for help. Or do what I did – read a self-help book.

If Dave had asked me or any of his other friends, gone to a professional, or fell down on his knees and prayed for help, he would probably still be alive today. Maybe with kids of his own, or at this point grand kids. And his first love would be a distant memory in the mist of time.

“When The Night Is Darkest, The Stars Come Out”*

Remember that you are not alone. No matter what you’re going through, this too shall come to pass. If you’re struggling with life then ask for help, pray, or check out some some self-help books, audios, and videos. They really helped me, which is why I’m writing this now – because I want to help you.

And don’t forget about the elderly because the only time of life that can be harder than the teens is being really old… if you make it there.

All the best, – Herb.

Quotes – *Albert Schweitzer, *Henry David Thoreau, *H.D. Thoreau, *Jeff Healey version, *John Milton, *Ralph Waldo Emerson.


How To Use The Law Of Visualization

“The World Is But A Canvas To Our Imagination”*

There is a very real universal law of mind that makes the dream of the dreamer come true. This law of visualization calls into being in the outer world that which is made real in the inner world.

At the root of the law of cause and effect, imagination pictures the thing desired, but having vision reaches beyond mere dreaming into the conception of what can be.

There is virtually nothing that you truly desire that cannot be made manifest on the physical plane of reality through the 3 steps to the art of visualization:

  1. See it in your mind’s eye in vivid detail.
  2. Believe in the possibility of its obtainment.
  3. Feel it and be grateful for it as though it was already yours.

This is using the law of assumption, and also how to get what you pray for. The more frequently you do these steps, the quicker your visions will be made tangible.

“Fiction Reveals Truths That Reality Obscures”*

This law brings into being your deepest desires. This is the kind of mental training that gives Olympians the edge over their competitors, and wins them the gold. This is the right use of your mind.

See things as you would have them be instead of as they are. Close your eyes and make mental pictures of exactly what it is that you want. See it, feel it, and live it as you would in reality, and you breath life into it.

It is dreaming, but with a purpose. Write it down in detail because only 3% of the population ever write down their goals, and this same 3% own more wealth than the other 97% combined.

Writing your goals down activates the power of your subconscious mind which is in tune with the Universal Mind. Plus it sets in motion the powerful law of attraction.

What do you want? A new car, a house, a better job – whatever it is – define it as best you can. Then meditate upon it, and visualize it when you wake up, before you go to sleep, and as often as you can throughout the day.

Pray for it to a higher power, and to your subconscious mind with the faith that your wish has been fulfilled. Then prepare to receive it by working towards it as it flows towards you. This is how you complete the miracle process.

Imagine The Possibilities

All that you see around you was once first an image in the field of the imagination. Every invention, novel, movie, song, etc. – it all started as a seed in the mind of its creator. Therefore, you can invent the life that you long for by first creating the vision of it in your mind’s eye.

As Einstein proved energy and matter are interchangeable; thus your imagination emits incredible amounts of mental magnetic energy that attracts unto itself that upon which it dwells – until it is turned into matter.

“When An Oak Is Felled The Whole Forest Echoes With Its Fall, But A Hundred Acorns Are Sown In Silence By An Unnoticed Breeze”*

Just like a great sculpture is given beauty by chipping away at the stone, blow by blow with hammer and chisel. So it is with all great works of art, and of humanity in all its forms.

You are a divine work of art yourself, yet you must use and improve your innate gifts and talents by consciously directing your mind’s eye.

Here’s FREE links to my Top 10 Self-Help Books For Developing The Imagination:

  1. Creative Visualization {<Free Copy} by Shakti Gawain
  2. The Magic Of Believing {<Free Audiobook} by Claude Bristol
  3. The Power Of Intention  {<Free Video} by Wayne Dyer
  4. The Power Of Awareness  {<Free Copy} by Neville Goddard
  5. The Key To Living The Law Of Attraction {<Free Audiobook} by Jack Canfield
  6. The Power Of Your Subconscious Mind {<Free Copy} by Joseph Murphy
  7. The Secret Of The Ages   {<Free Copy} by Robert Collier
  8. Think And Grow Rich  {<Free Copy} by Napoleon Hill
  9. The Science Of Getting Rich  {<Free Copy} by Wallace D. Wattles
  10. The Strangest Secret  {<Free Audiobook} by Earl Nightingale

“Imagination Will Often Carry Us To Worlds That Never Were. But Without It We Go Nowhere”*

The only limits to your possibilities are the ones that you place upon yourself. Draw upon the universal abundance of supply at will through the power of controlled imagination.

The possibilities that are available in the Universal Mind are as countless as the stars in the night’s sky, so shoot for the moon because you deserve the best. Happiness, wealth, health, success, all are yours to claim.

Life will give you all that you desire, but you must first pay the price for its obtainment by training your mind. Awaken the sleeping giant within you, and claim your birthright as a truly incredible human being.  Your destiny awaits.

I turned my life completely around, and made many of my dreams come true by using what I learned from hundreds of self-help books. If I did it – you can do it too.

All the best – Herb

Quotes –  *Henry David Thoreau, *Jessamyn West, *Thomas Carlyle, *Carl Sagan





Bound To Change: Imagine The Possibilities

“Imagination does not become great until human beings, given the courage and the strength, use it to create” – Maria Montessori.

The following fictitious story that’s mixed with self-help is dedicated to Peyton, Rita, Joan, and to anyone who ever wanted to be a rockstar, a writer, or to follow their dreams wherever they may lead.

In The Beginning

“The word was first an image

What you believe, you can become

Harken to your inner vision

And your song will be sung” – Walter Paxton

After spending a couple of hours hiding behind a tree, Luca Amadeo had almost had enough. Maybe, he thought to himself, if he kicked the door in to room number six fast enough, he could jump on Szabo without taking a bullet.

The full moon hung heavy in the sky over the Pacific. Looking up, Luca felt like the man in the moon was mocking him for his stupidity. Again he cursed himself for not taking his gun with him when he went to the store for smokes. Now Marita was trapped inside room number six.

But Luca knew that Szabo wouldn’t dare harm her because he was loyal to her father – Don Luigi Campese. And the Don would want her safely returned home to him along with all of his money – and the head of Luca Amadeo.

Riddled with guilt, Luca realized that if it wasn’t for him, Marita would already be back home, safe in Montreal. Plus, when they had left Montreal she was close to finishing all of her studies, and she would have received her bachelor’s degree in English literature by now.

Then again, if he had never met her, had never gotten involved with her, then he would never have known such love. To him, her exquisite features were like a delicately chiselled masterpiece. And when he looked in her eyes, he melted inside because he knew that the light that shone within them whispered of hidden pleasures.

When he thought about her while practicing the guitar, a mystical quality seemed to emanate from the strings. Which was why his composition simply titled “Marita” had some of his best playing in it.

With the rest of the world, he never let his guard down, but with her he could be himself. He let her alone see inside of his soul, yet here he was cowering behind a tree unsure of what to do.

Shivering, Luca rubbed his arms. Lighting a cigarette, he huddled around the flame for what little warmth it could offer. In the fresh early morning air, as he inhaled, the smoke parched his lungs and throat.

Promising himself that if he made it through that night alive he would quit smoking, Luca suddenly realized that if he didn’t go to the store earlier for smokes that he would probably already be dead.

On his way back from the store, he had noticed a Mercedes-Benz convertible parked alongside the road just outside the motel’s perimeter. It wasn’t there when he had left, and as far as he was concerned there was no valid reason for it to be parked along a coastal highway in the middle of night.

Driving past the motel, he parked his car a block away on a side street then walked back to the Mercedes to investigate.

The license plate revealed that it was a rental car. Pulling his Swiss army knife out of his back pocket, Luca extended the longest blade, looked around, took a deep breath, and braced himself.

Quickly cutting a slit in the ragtop, he reached in and unlocked the door. With the car alarm screaming out into the night, he jumped into the car, found the fuse box, and started pulling out wires from underneath the dash until the alarm died mid scream.

Jumping back out of the car, he slammed the door shut then he ran, dove into the ditch, and waited. If the car’s owner, or the police showed up, he could hide behind the thick shrubbery beyond the ditch.

After waiting several minutes and after several deep breaths, Luca crept back out of the ditch. This time when he slipped back behind the wheel of the Mercedes, he noticed the new car smell.

Trying to relax a bit more, he picked up two cd cases from the console and positioned them in the streetlight so that he could make out their titles: The Best Of Paganini and Beethoven’s Violin Sonatas.

He opened the glove compartment and pulled out some papers. Among them was a rental car agreement from an agency in Vancouver that was dated three days before.

Unable to make out the signature on the agreement, he pulled out his lighter and sparked it up. As a wave of nausea hit him like a ton of bricks, Luca sank back into his seat and closed his eyes remembering the first time that he had ever laid his eyes upon Julius Szabo.

As he was entering Don Campese’s office, he passed Szabo, who was on his way out. A short man with a kirpan scar on the left side of his face that gave him the impression of having a permanent scowl, Szabo’s dark brown eyes were almost black, and the intensity of his gaze sent out vibes that had made Luca’s skin crawl. And with just cause.

Although he was half Italian as well as half Hungarian, his nickname was “the Hungarian Hitman.” Szabo had made his bones, so to speak, in the 1970’s and 80’s in Montreal.

The mafia had found that it was in their best interest to help perpetuate the biker wars, so they had Szabo plant several car bombs that were either blamed on the rival biker gangs, or on the French terrorists known as the FLQ.

The biker gangs would usually blame each other then retaliate with vengeance. Therefore, the mafia would inadvertently get some of their major competition to eliminate each other.

It also took some of the heat of off them because the police and the media blamed the bombings on either the bikers or the FLQ. Which made the mafia look better in comparison because at least they didn’t maim and kill innocent people – or so it was thought.

Gradually moving his way up through the ranks, Szabo became Don Campese’s number one enforcer. He was known as a tracker who enjoyed stalking his prey then striking a venomous blow when the time was right. And now Szabo had somehow picked up on Luca’s scent.

Opening his eyes, Luca slowly got out of the car and looked around. Then he went back into the ditch and squatted down to think.

Szabo could be hiding in the motel’s parking lot waiting to ambush him, or he could already be in room number six with Marita.

Then Luca remembered that he had left his cell phone in his car. After they had left Montreal, he and Marita had thrown away their old cell phones then they bought new ones just in case they ever needed to call each other.

He walked back to his car then got in and called Marita’s number. It rang four times then went to voicemail, but he didn’t leave a message. Then he called again, but again she didn’t answer.

After walking back to the motel, Luca snuck up to the entrance of the parking lot and peeked around the fence. There were two cars parked there, and at the far end of the periphery of the lot was a tree.

Figuring that if Szabo was hiding in the vicinity that the tree would be the most likely spot, Luca laid down on his stomach and crawled around to the inside of the fence. Then he started sliding his way along the grassy perimeter.

Despite the cool breeze blowing in from the ocean, Luca started to sweat. He could just wait by the Mercedes for Szabo to eventually appear, but he knew that the waiting would drive him nuts.

Besides, if he was going to die on this night then let it be done because after all, life without Marita would no longer be worth living.

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