Okay, John, for just five minutes forget the bucks. Forget your soulmate, too. Forget the new car, the "home run," and being on Oprah. Forget your fears, your problems, and your pain. And during those five minutes, feel the feelings you most want to feel, for the rest of your life.
It might seem awkward, that's okay. It might seem silly, too. And I can just about guarantee, at first, it’ll feel utterly futile... until your entire life begins to change.
If I were a beggar, I'd beg you. If I prayed in question marks, this is what I'd ask for. And if I could implore you to do anything, let this be it.
Because nothing else, John, that you might ever do will have as profound an effect on your fortunes, friendships, and happiness; in navigating the illusions, manifesting what you want, and avoiding what you dread; as this little five-minute drill performed just once a day, on as many days as you remember to do it.
And just so you know, if you do this right now or even every day for the rest of your life, I'll add back those five minutes to each of the days you do it. I'll just sneak 'em in there, and they'll feel like ten.
Hosanna in the highest, The Universe |
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