“Okay, let’s call it a day… this Vodka shot, while too wimpy to knock me out cold, still hit the spot. Just enough to take some edge off<\/strong>.”<\/p>\n Heather was half-listening, half-immersed in the thought of having one more. After all, it’s not often we break out the Svedka <\/em>to celebrate. Most of the time it takes something monumental, something newsworthy like locking in a book contract (something that happened recently for Heather), for us to take the icy bottle out of the freezer.<\/p>\n Sometimes, however, we just don’t need a big excuse. Instead, the only thing nudging us along to desensitize our esophagus is something mundane like me finally cleaning out the leaf-soaked gutters or, as in the case of the early morning hours of August 13th, 2009, reveling in Konan’s exploits in his swimming class.<\/p>\n “I’m feeling kind of anxious about something<\/span><\/strong>,” Heather finally responded, “but, yeah, Big Bear, let’s wrap ‘er up. I just think my brain is in over-drive from writing all those articles for Demand Studios<\/em> today<\/span><\/strong>.”<\/p>\n The clock just passed midnight. As the mechanical tick-tock \/ tick-tock contraption over our kitchen entryway was partly responsible for my foggy state, I looked up at it one last time. Looked back at Heather, smiled, motioned her to come my way before turning out the light.<\/p>\n Whispering in her ear, while walking down the hallway with my arm around her neck, I asked if Konan’s overhead fan was on. Ever since he was just days old, he’s been fascinated by his fan. She checked while I stood in the hallway for what seemed like a lifetime. The chill, the dampness in the air. Now I<\/em> was feeling anxious.<\/p>\n “Gaaaawd, why the hell isn’t the hallway nightlight on tonight?<\/strong>” I murmered to myself. I looked down to where it was supposed to be, only to see nothing but a jagged shadow. And, as I knew it wasn’t Heather’s, I swiftly cocked my head in fright to see where it was leading.<\/p>\n “It’s okay, Barry, don’t be scared. I’m here to make things better.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n The voice: It torn through my core — every fiber of my soul — and, if I hadn’t seen something different, I would have immediately associated it with James Earl Jones. But, the husky, resonating vibration of the voice took a back seat to the domineering stature of this dark being I was looking UP at.<\/p>\n I’m 6’4″ and I can immediately gauge something 7′ or above. I scanned him from head to toe, and again he said my name. I was curt, angry, in reply. How had he gotten in our house? Who was he? What did he want with us? No response! Just an eerie smirk that was highlighted by an undisturbed radiance from his face — one that seemed at odds with the energy I was feeling by being near this shadowy person.<\/p>\n I thought of Heather, Konan and of protecting my family and feeling invaded. I yelled at him to leave. He pleaded with his eyes — two of the roundest, purest, most magnetic pair I’d ever seen.<\/p>\n His facial expression turned candid, yet so bizarrely humorous that it briefly removed my concern for my family and caused me to really look more closely at this trespasser.<\/p>\n I saw dark grey hair, with vestiges of silver aligned to wavy layers that perfectly formed around his angular head; a black sailor’s peacoat; the left side of a butterfly charcoal collar peeking out beneath; black slacks; and black shoes covering feet so big that it would make Shaquille O’Neal feel like Tiny Tim.<\/p>\n But, removed from all this darkness, covering his frame, was an exposed face full of life. Sure, he looked aged… yet there was a constant twinkle to it. Looking at it, I kept thinking: ‘Trust him. He’s not going to hurt anybody.’ I don’t think I’ve ever seen a face so weathered, wise, at peace, and full of deep, deep humor in his expression. A combination that again pulled me into him like a lifeboat pulling in a man overboard.<\/p>\n He stood his ground and again said<\/span>, “Don’t be scared<\/span>!<\/span>“<\/p><\/blockquote>\n He looked down at me, I looked up, and I met those eyes again. This time his pupils turned from radiant white to turquoise blue. They sparkled with a pleasing, almost comical energy.<\/p>\n The message couldn’t have been more clear: ‘You know who I am. You know why I’m here. Don’t pretend we haven’t met before. We have. You just don’t like what I have to say.’ A thrust of discomfort and embarrassment went through me. It was as if I’d failed to recognize somebody who had tried to be my friend in the past.<\/p>\n “You creep me out, dude… yet, it’s pretty apparent you’re not a normal mortal who just made his way in here through a window or an unlocked door, right<\/strong>?”<\/p>\n He took two steps back, leaned his right shoulder against the hallway wall, took a deep breath, as if to contemplate giving my question an answer that would please me, and just said:<\/p>\n “Think of me as your and Heather’s personal results-mirror — your very own Obi-Wan Kenobi whose here to keep you from getting in your own way.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n His answer didn’t exactly keep me calm. First, he brought up Heather’s name. I didn’t want her seeing this monstrous entity talking to me. Then, he misfired by throwing a Star Wars<\/em> reference my way. He totally put me back on guard. Even though his words had a powerful resonance to them, and there was a sense of command about him, I couldn’t help but raise my voice and blurt:<\/p>\n “Hey, look, keep Heather out of this, and you sure the hell don’t know me well enough if you think I’m a Star Wars fanatic… I ain’t. Have no interest!!! And, getting in our way. You kidding me? We teach by writing about the dark side of human behavior — ya know, the whacky, self-defeating, not-so-rose-colored parts of personal-growth that most want to resolve, yet are afraid to talk about<\/strong>.”<\/p>\n Yeah, at this point it felt like just another ordinary encounter with an LWL community member who wanted to ‘school me’ on the ways of the world and tweak our approach. But, instead of the customary email or blog comment, a slightly crazy fan who had the nerve to bust in on us in the early hours of August 13th, 2009.<\/p>\n He blinked at my anger, my annoyance, in his audacity to be our unsolicited wise council of our own development. Yoda, Obi-Wan, or some other more evolved Jedi-council member… I didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood to play some geeky Sci-Fi fantasy game with him. Didn’t he know I was headed for bed?<\/p>\n Speaking of which, just then, I heard footsteps, and they weren’t his. We both quickly looked at each other, then looked in unison at Konan’s bedroom door, and knew. He spoke first:<\/p>\n “Are you going to introduce me properly, Barry?”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n “Aaahhhh, what am I supposed to say… that you’re the creepier, taller version of a fictitious character who was a dedicated defender of ‘the Force’?<\/strong>”<\/p>\n He lavished a big smile and a gentle left-to-right head-shake. Magically, I knew what he was thinking: ‘I adore your sarcastic wit, but I don’t think that’ll be good enough to keep her from screaming and waking up your precious baby.’<\/p>\n “Riiiiiiight, good point,<\/strong>” I ethereally shot back my acknowledgment to this big goon who was sorta beginning to grow on me.<\/p>\n Before I tell you how Heather reacted to this tall, dark stranger standing beside me — the very one who would later admit to us that he “bent time and space” so he could first ameliorate his presence to me, to gain my trust and acceptance — I’ll confess that even when I first saw his shadow, regardless of how scared shitless I was, I did feel a sense of love around me. Yes, there was an alienness to him, yet he hardly seemed like anyone from another world. In hindsight, he was just a super-tall, ordinary-looking guy with big feet and a colorless face that housed brilliant eyes that looked like they’d experienced millions of lives.<\/p>\n In other words, even though he didn’t present himself with best first impression, physically, I did instantly FEEL his “spirit” came to help, with the best intentions (just like he said at the beginning). I felt a no-nonsense, tough, but super-loving entity who just popped into our life to ensure that our mission wouldn’t be held-back by the one silent imposter that haunts every living, breathing mortal on planet earth: UNCONSCIOUS self-defeating behavior!<\/p>\n I heard Konan’s door shut, looked up at my new acquaintance with an expression that said, ‘please, disappear,’ then suddenly I saw a small flash of smoke and he was gone. I whipped my head around toward Heather, who just said:<\/p>\n “Yup, his fan’s on, he’s snug as a bug, and sleeping in froggy position. All is well<\/span><\/strong>.”<\/p>\n All I felt like doing at that moment was smiling, but I couldn’t. With my head down, I just walked over, hugged her and said, “Love you<\/strong>.” But, I was apparently shaking some, and when she pushed me back to look at me, I heard something that made me not smile, but laugh:<\/p>\n “Bear, what’s up?… I swear, you look like you just saw a ghost<\/span><\/strong>.”<\/p>\n And, without skipping a beat or missing his cue, my new found guardian’s voice bellowed from our living room:<\/p>\n “Hi Hamster, I’ve missed you as well! I’d like your soulmate to introduce me.<\/span>“<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Heather jerked me back into her arms, clenched with all her might, and asked me who that was. I explained that we had an unexpected visitor — a friendly spirit that she too had met many times in her dreams and thoughts. He decided, for whatever reason, to show up in physical form today. “I’m cool with his visit,<\/strong>” I told her, “as he came to help us and lend some guidance so we don’t undermine our own power, purpose, and creativity<\/strong>.”<\/p>\n However, as we walked down the hallway, back towards the kitchen, adjacent to the living room where HE was sitting, I warned Heather about his imposing stature, and to not look in his eyes.<\/p>\n She peered around the corner and for reassurance asked:<\/p>\n “Barry says you’re friendly… aaaand… and that you’re here to help us?<\/span><\/strong>”<\/p>\n Our visitor put his forearms on his knees, bent forward from the back of the couch, slouched his head downward, and just said, “I Love You Both” with an exhausted energy.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n “What’s wrong?<\/strong>” I asked, feeling some sympathy for him.<\/p>\n “I’m called to do things for select people who we know have the capacity to hear and know things about themselves and how the universe responds to behavior. Yet, I’m still always met with trepidation and angst.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n “Well, maybe your people need to dress you better… as in, not all black and Hemingway-like!<\/span><\/strong>” Heather retorted.<\/p>\n Motioning for us to sit by him, we heard: “Come, come… I am here to awaken you from your greatest, most unconscious self-interference. I do this in kindness and a divine, unrestricted heart. Please give me some time.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n When clicking the “continue reading<\/strong><\/em>,” link below, you’ll be take to Chapter 1 of our upcoming book, to be published in early 2010. You’ll also, at the end of this chapter,\u00a0 get instructions on how to name our book and read it, chapter-by-chapter, as it’s being created.<\/p>\n – Cont’d<\/em><\/strong> –<\/p>\n For many years, Heather and I have sensed something “wrong” — something completely off-kilter — in the small, niched arena that most would label “Manifestation” or “Law of Attraction” or “Metaphysics”. It’s a very peculiar, sensitive, personally-absorbed aspect of growth and learning. When taken selectively and in small doses, it can bring forth some of the most paradigm-shifting “A-ha” moments. Yet, when gulped-down and swallowed whole, or constantly inhaled like it’s crack cocaine, it can remove the student so far from external reality, so far from self-accountability, so far from real-world results, that the cure (the marketed value of the practice) becomes worse than the disease.<\/p>\n What makes us the self-professed analysts of how the masses approach and experience this specialized aspect of personal development?<\/p>\n Why do we feel we\u2019ve got our fingers on the pulse of problems a large, large MAJORITY of people practicing it have?<\/p>\n At one point in our conversation with our house guest, we heard him state in displeasure that: “since the dawn of time, mankind has struggled with accepting an externally-imposed reality. It’s much more comfortable to think that you humans actually have complete control over the events you experience, the people you attract, or even how you play out your lifetime. Yet, the unvarnished, hard-to-swallow truth is that you’re just along for the ride. You only have the freedom to create religions, dogmatic organizations, and belief systems like the LOA so you have a ‘sense’ of being in charge.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n It didn’t shock us. We got what he meant. Maybe, unbeknownst to him, we’ve already seen how small belief systems like the LOA can produce some of the most naval-gazing, self-absorbed, boxed-in approaches to living… even more so than long-standing religious fundamentalism. Our ghostly mentor talked about a lot of on-the-fringe stuff. Stuff, truly, that the masses don’t want to hear. We felt his passion, his intensity, his pure conviction to soften the coming backlash that will soon be directed to so-called spiritual teachers, life coaches, and modern-day sages who are riding the current tidal wave of pretentious, self-serving and misguided garbage that bravely passes for ‘spirituality’ and ‘enlightenment’.<\/p>\n In the last 5 years of being in the business — committing our time to researching and writing about solid, grounded, no B.S, usable self-help approaches — we interviewed in public format many, many (over 200) “teachers”. We’ve had just as many (probably more) private raw, revealing, sometimes even energetic disputes and conversations. We’ve read about, listened to, and studied more “gurus of the moment” than you can shake a stick at.\u00a0 We have come to witness a few head-shaking practices. And, we’ve found some sensible, but mostly hidden, truths — and several profound INSIGHTS — some of which you may have sifted out from posts on this blog.<\/p>\n In no way are we suggesting that the things we (and our friend) will be sharing are all absolute, or that we have a monopoly on them. Nevertheless, if one is focused in the game long enough, one starts to NOTICE things.<\/p>\n “What’s your main agenda for us… what are we supposed to accomplish together?<\/span><\/strong>” Heather fired away at our visitor. She had already heard my version of his ‘reason’ for being in our house, but she wanted to him to elaborate. He felt that directness out of her, and he looked satisfied that we both were ready to fully engage in his wisdom.<\/p>\n He didn’t waste any time. His voice — oh, that baritone voice — revved up a few notches, and he told us the following:<\/p>\n “Mass consciousness — the world at large — is currently moving away from fancy… from anything to do with glitz, glamour, over-indulging in abstract, philosophical learning, spiritual fads, or conspicuous consumption for unnecessary ‘things’.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n “You mean more and more people are catching up to marketers and teachers who are selling and ‘teaching’ for the wrong or undefined reasons? People who don’t even live what they’re teaching, don’t believe in what they’re selling, or try to be ‘something’ they’re not to get the sale?<\/strong><\/span>” I felt a jolt of anger run through my body. I heard what he said, but somehow what I asked in response felt like it needed to be part of HIS answer.<\/p>\n “Barry, I know why you asked that. I’ll address specifics around that later. For now, I have a question for you: ‘Have you caught yourself re-experiencing the same UNWANTED situations over and over again?'”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Before I could answer, Heather was on top of his use of the phrase ‘re-experiencing’ and said, “I noticed you didn’t say ‘re-creating’. There must be some greater insight there?<\/span><\/strong>”<\/p>\n “There is, very much so. I’ll get into that. One baby step at a time, though. You both have seen recurring patterns in your past, right, that creep up again — the very ones that you THINK you resolved enough to make go away?”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n We nodded, looked at each other and smiled. We had just gotten through talking about the similar make-up, the dis-serving commonalities, of three of my past business partners. We thought it had something to do with my penchant for being ‘over-committed’ to others and my desire to ‘trust’ as long as they talked a good game. I’ve always given business partners the benefit of the doubt and time to ‘follow through’ on their part of the bargain. Yet, as I soon would find out, this trait of mine was only part of the problem.<\/p>\n Our visitor, who was now getting more comfortable with us, chimed in:<\/p>\n “It’s about perpetually asking questions, NOT about disposing of past experiences and memories to temporarily cause you to feel safe and secure again. Most well-meaning teachers have erroneously taught that if you want to change your outer world, that you should dive deeply into your inner-world. That’s a futile approach most of the time, as you humans can’t even get close to going inward with honesty and clear reflection UNTIL you first own-up to — remove the rose-colored glasses, as you both like to say — the BS that’s going on in your outer world.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Heather pondered this for a moment, and I could see the wheels turning. “So you’re saying that ‘your roots produce your fruits’ is a false statement?<\/span><\/strong>”<\/p>\n “Not exactly,” the visitor replied. “I’m saying that you have to admit what kind of fruit you’ve already produced, and even eat from your own tree, before you can go back, replant the tree, rework the roots, and make new fruit.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Heather smiled. “Makes sense,<\/span><\/strong>” she said, “which is why the people who ignore their current fruit situation just keep growing the same ones<\/span><\/strong>.” Then she leaned forward, and asked, “Who exactly are you?<\/span><\/strong>”<\/p>\n “I’m officially your personal ghost of Self-Denial and Delusion. And we’re going to take a look at some of the patterns you two have created in the past, and why you might not be growing the fruit you think you should.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Heather didn’t miss a beat. “Hang on a second. Aren’t we supposed to be visited by three more ghosts tonight, to talk about delusions past, delusions present and delusions that will happen in the future, if we don’t change the patterns?<\/span><\/strong>”<\/p>\n “Nah,” the ghost replied, “due to the state of the U.S. economy, which is sadly really on the verge of a depression — something the government is denying and media is hiding — we’ve cut back. I’m taking all the shifts now.” His eyes twinkled and Heather smirked.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Ah, the word ‘depression’, I silently mused around my head. How he said it like it was just a nonchalant, easily-acceptable fact. But, I couldn’t argue about that… at least at that point. After all, I see the big picture fundamentals happening all around us. Regardless of whatever ‘hope filled’ gloss the masses shoot out into the universe with their thoughts, the raw fact remains the same: we’re in a credit cycle gone bad… way bad. The consumer is over-leveraged to the hilt, with debt on his\/her books that will take years to repay. Unemployment is rising, and nearly 7 million jobs have vanished since the downturn began.<\/p>\n I thought how the first thing to changing something is to understand it<\/em>. Then, a more depressing, with no pun intended, thought came to mind: the masses don’t want to understand truth, regardless of how pervasively ‘in your face’ glaring it can be. As Plato said: “Complacent ignorance is the most lethal sickness of the soul.”<\/p>\n I continued with my internal rant: CNBC’s Cramer is pounding the table with buys, and the lemming retail and professional investors are piling in. Meanwhile the professional insider selling-to-buying ratio is 4.16 to 1 in July compared to 0.76 to 1 in March. Yup, things that the sheeple just don’t have the interest or energy to know about. And, that’s the way ‘they’ want it. Gawd, I hope our friend gets into who ‘they’ are.<\/p>\n “The bottom line,” he seemed in a rush to finalize his purpose with us, “is that millions of people out there are fooling themselves every day — including both of you. Yes, dear friends, it’s inherent in all of humanity. The variable, though, is this: some humans do it way more than than is healthy, and most don’t even know when they’re doing it.”<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n For six straight hours, our visitor continued to talk to us about how to experience a life that is removed from fantastical hype and Utopian ideals. He warned us about people who live from theory and base their decisions on mainstream academia, without participating in their own exploration. He asked us to always be on alert with our own honesty about our state of BE-ing. He asked hard questions we’ve never heard before. He demanded things from us that we’ve never thought about demanding for ourselves. He made sure we understood why hope, faith, and the belief in a compassionate God\/Universe can be the biggest lie there is. And, why it can be the best as well.<\/p>\n We will be bringing you the complete, unedited transcripts of his entire conversation with us. Yup, that’s right, we recorded the whole thing. You’ll get the first 90 minutes’ worth via this blog. The remaining conversations can be read, as they’re published, inside our members’ area.<\/p>\n \u2666\u00a0 \u2666\u00a0 \u2666<\/p>\n Want to read part of (and even an entire) book being created, as it’s being created?<\/strong><\/p>\n You’ve just read the INTRODUCTION and CHAPTER 1 of our soon-to-be published (2010) physical soft-cover book.<\/p>\n This book is currently un-titled and un-subtitled. We’d like your help, and we’ll even put your name and website in lights \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n From Introduction<\/em> to Chapter 3<\/em> will be readily available for public consumption (free-of-charge) on this blog.\u00a0 However, you can read ALL remaining chapters (we’re expecting there to at least be 20 total), as we create them inside our LWL Insider’s Club<\/strong><\/span> (one low annual fee).<\/p>\n This club, which you can join in a few weeks or less, is for you if a) <\/strong>you would like to read our for-sale books, manuals, reports, and manifestos as they’re being created, as well as have early bird access, at a discount, to the publised version(s), and b)<\/strong> you would like us to consider publishing your own work.<\/p>\n Are you a writer, content producer, or solo publisher? Or… do you want to be?<\/strong><\/p>\n Do you have a flair for researching and creating candid, uncensored, real-world news reports, blog posts, recordings or books — “how to” and educational information that provokes thought, is slightly contrarian in approach, and helps the readers confront life ‘differently’?<\/p>\n If you\u2019ve created a product, or started a product, or have a great idea for a product that’ll fit our LWL brand and that will allow you to teach what you\u2019re good at and help others live a Life Without Limits -\u2013 then we may want to partner with you as your publisher.<\/p>\n It might be a book you\u2019ve written, or a series of audios you\u2019ve recorded, or even a documentary or movie -\u2013 if it teaches people how to EXPLORE<\/strong>, DISCOVER<\/strong>, and GET RESULTS<\/strong> in the areas of health\/fitness,\u00a0 business\/finance, relationships\/family or personal development\/higher learning; if it capitalizes on what you know and do well, then you might be a fit for us<\/span>.<\/p>\n We might need you to expand your product, create something else, or take a slightly different angle. But if you love to create — and not do all the other time-consuming stuff that goes along with getting your creation out to an audience (like payment processing, fulfillment, affiliate tracking, etc.) — then we may be a perfect match.<\/p>\n ***<\/span><\/strong> The LWL Insider’s Club will be OPEN SOON — we’ll notify you via this blog and by email ***<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n In the meantime, back to this book<\/span>:<\/p>\n We will be incorporating multiple LWL community comments via each chapter of the book. If you have a story, experience, though-provoking commentary, some wise, rational thoughts about self-denial, self-defeating behavior, self-discovery and personal accomplishment, lay it on us by commenting on each “Chapter” post that appears on this blog.<\/p>\n Again, we will make public the first three chapters.<\/p>\n And, if you have an IDEA for a book title \/ sub-title, let us know that too.<\/p>\n Here are two that we played with, but didn’t choose:<\/p>\n *<\/span><\/strong> Reality Check: How to Walk Your Talk and Accomplish Amazing Things<\/p>\n *<\/span><\/strong> How To Get The *$%! Out of Your Own Way, and Live a No-Limit Life!<\/p>\n So, since we’re still searching for the perfect title for this in-creation book, we’re asking for your input. Give us your title ideas in the comments section, and if we pick yours, you’ll get FREE membership to the LWL Insider’s Club<\/span><\/strong>, and a FREE book!<\/p>\n Sound cool?<\/strong> If so, lay your thoughts on us below…<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" INTRODUCTION \u2014 “Okay, let’s call it a day… this Vodka shot, while too wimpy to knock me out cold, still hit the spot. Just enough to take some edge off.” Heather was half-listening, half-immersed in the thought of having one more. After all, it’s not often we break out the Svedka to celebrate. 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