About Me
My Journey To Spiritual Enlightenment

An About Me Admission

To be perfectly honest, while I knew it was a necessary element of a website such as this, writing an about me page was not something I was looking forward to. I am an introvert who loves people, but happy in the extreme to leave the limelight to others.

This is the road I traveled - - -

This story is about me, my journey to understanding Nature and the Human spirit, and the path leading to the birth of this website, but you may find parts of it hauntingly familiar.

Here We go

As a young child, when I began my search for spiritual enlightenment I did not realize that was what I was searching for. I simply had a deep abiding feeling that there was a lot more to the Human mind than was directly obvious.
Every living creature on this planet aspires to a long, healthy, happy, fulfilled life. How we Humans attain that depends entirely on our mindset. Left to run amok, our minds take us in the direction our thoughts are aimed. Most folk would cheerfully agree that, to some degree, finding the self discipline to intentionally influence this direction is Humanities greatest challenge.

Country Boy

Raised on a farm on the West Coast of the South Island of New Zealand, that was also home to fifteen hundred White Leghorn laying hens, somewhere around twenty cream producing Hereford cows, several race horses, dogs, sheep, and a couple of ducks, I had an early introduction to Nature.

Finding myself entering a world of absolute fascination where one learns that truth is indeed stranger than fiction. And that truth is all that matters.

Close Friends

Two of my closest friends were my own horse and dog.

Adventure was the name of the game.

Whilst we had ample Human contact, living in my imagination has always been with me, and I consider it an asset of considerable value and quite irreplaceable.

In those early years I imagined being my comic book hero, the Phantom.

A team of three saving the world from the bad guys. A dream that every good guy dreams.

Optimist

Around the age of seven I was introduced to responsibility. Becoming responsible for the coal fired range in the kitchen and the open fireplace in the sitting room, the modern day lounge room.

This involved finding and cutting kindling and firewood on a daily basis. Trees trembled when I approached with my axe and chainsaw, a machine my Father had no idea I had borrowed. But there was enough dead timber within reasonable reach to render as unnecessary destroying living trees, even though they would have been easier to split. I learned that pine cones burned fiercer and provided more heat for longer than any other fuel. They became a staple in my inventory and a source of pocket money when in surplus.

Next to the house, near the kitchen door, stood a concrete box capable of holding two ton of coal. A monthly delivery of coal would arrive and it was my job to break it up and shovel it into the box where it would stay dry, and be accessed via a small opening, rounding out my fuel management system.

My Dog and horse had to be fed, washed, and groomed, the (large) vegetable garden kept free of weeds, and I shared kitchen duties with my elder sister.

Change is life's companion

By the time I had reached the age of nine the White Leghorns and the Hereford cows were gone, replaced by two milking cows and two dozen hens, but I could not figure out why. Bad economics probably. A business out the door, just like that.

In addition to my rapidly developing skills as a fuel manager, weeder, friend carer, and kitchen hand, I found I was responsible for milking the cows, and looking after the hens. A twice daily event.

Before walking two miles to, ostensibly, school each day I started out by finding the cows in company with my dog. Only one was in milk at one time, the other usually being pregnant, herd the milker into the bail and hand milk her. Five minutes produced in excess of a gallon of warm frothy vivid white liquid.

After delivering the milk to the house the hens were fed with wheat, mash and table scraps, and allowed to free range forage.

I made friends with these animals and birds, we worked together in harmony. Morning and evening the milking cow and her companion would be be waiting near the house and allowed me to milk her on the spot.

The hens would fuss for my attention at breakfast, and greet me again as the sun bid goodbye, cackling and leaping into the air, barely supported by their clipped wings, which prevented them from flying. Willingly following me inside the hen-house to be locked up for the night. After collecting the eggs with a quiet thank you, I would leave them to roost.

Burgeoning Career

As I proved myself adept at executing these duties, more were added. As well as mucking out the hen house, I was privileged to muck out the race horse stables, putting the muck aside to mature for use in the garden.

Race horses were my Father's passion. We shared a love of animals, but my passion was mechanics, in particular at that time, go carts and motorcycles. Regardless, I was drafted as his assistant general, replacing bedding, washing, grooming, and feeding his horses. Other tasks included holding these magnificent creatures with a 50 million year history, while he forged and fitted metal shoes.

Around this period he considered me a perfect candidate for trimming hedges and mowing lawns.

In my spare time I fashioned a workshop in one of the abandoned fowl sheds, a haven where I could safely store my rapidly growing collection of treasured tools, and indulge and nurture an intense interest in things mechanical. And reflect on the profound potential of the Human Mind.

Natural Law And Learning

Natural Law caught and held my attention at an early age, winning me over as a ardent fan.

School in my day did not seem to share this fervor.

Not suited to the rigid formality of the classroom of the era, where punishment was considered encouragement, I felt totally lost. Regular punishment did indeed encourage me, not to capitulate and conform, or rebel, but to question and inquire, on my own terms, what reality actually is, as in, what the hell is going on here?

At that same early age I eschewed school and became my own teacher.

While school and bad tempered instructors held little magnetism, learning remained my highest priority.

Sometimes in the company of like minded friends who preferred wide open spaces to the confines of four walls, but more often by myself, instead of attending school, I conducted field trips near and far.

Nature became my classroom, she was a willing teacher and I a willing student. We got along splendidly. My desire to learn came alive under her impartial tutelage. A desire that has never slackened or abated.

Supernatural And Superstitious

Deep thinkers oriented towards the practical, the What Is of the Universe, have always attracted me. Although today I have a library full of these thinkers, they were not exactly readily accessible household names when I was a youngster.

In the beginning, with my limited understanding and knowledge it was easy to be drawn to the supernatural and superstitious. These doctrines, though common and eagerly embraced, offered little in the way of intellectual satisfaction and absolutely nothing in the way of self reliance and useful education.

Quite the opposite, they demanded relinquishment of my will and adoption of theirs.
Much investigation into various branches of these beliefs left me discontented but determined to find what is termed truth, or reality.

Like Edison with his light-bulb, I was finding copious ways of how things don't work. Without entering a classroom my education was well under way. Knowing what does not work is valuable knowledge to posses in the search for the real thing, of any description.

It seemed to me during that mentally foggy period lasting several years that the only alternative to the captivating promises of secret societies advertising in respected journals of the day, was religion. I have the greatest respect for bona fide religions, but they did not offer the freedom of mind and spirit I was seeking. There had to be something else.

The Real Thing

When I eventually found the real thing, it was in the most delightfully unexpected way, and at that moment of discovery I experienced a startling insight. By having an understanding of wrong I could effortlessly and immediately recognize right.
I had learned how to discern. Discernment, intrinsic to understanding, is perhaps one of the greatest and most useful skills a Human Being can develop. 

It all came together one day around my sixteenth year when I was given a radio. It didn't work. This was way back when transistor radios had barely made their squawky yet expensive debut, so any radio, working or not was a welcome, valuable gift.
A little trouble shooting, a new valve, and a connection to an external antenna and “my” radio burst into life. Without twisting the dial I found myself listening to the dulcet voice of Earl Nightingale (1921 – 1989). Earl was a widely syndicated radio motivational speaker, heard in many Countries.

He made so much sense to me I felt like Columbus must have felt when he finally discovered the New World intelligent minds of his time insisted existed. I was enraptured. Earl Nightingale introduced me to the fact that one's mind can be purposely expanded, that we become what we think about. Setting me solidly on the path of personal development.

Missing Link – And More

Here was the missing link I had been searching for, but as exciting and sustaining as this discovery was, something infinitely more exhilarating was waiting in the wings to be uncovered, something that a sound understanding of Natural Law makes the most valuable item of knowledge a Human Being can possess. Without being able, at the time, to describe what I had set about searching for, this most valuable item of knowledge was it. But I was not ready for, had not yet paid the price, for access to -

- The Ultimate Secret Of The Mind -

My education had only just begun.

On My Own

There was little support to be found outside the radio for the mind expanding nourishment offered by Earl Nightingale. I contained my bitter disappointment as others parried my newfound wisdom with their favored version of superstition. However, my ability to discern came to my aid and I could see both sides of the argument, it taught me a valuable insight into the workings of the Human mind. I was learning another major life lesson.

The only person who can change your mind, is you. But this one took quite some time to really sink in.
 

Conformity Strikes

Faced with friendly but determined opposition and no-one to share my enthusiasm for mind expansion, I allowed the subject to acquiesce. 

In my naivety, like the frog in the pot of water being gradually cooked, I was unwittingly conforming to homogeneous societies demands. The later realization of this, too, was to become another valuable life lesson.

This conformity extended to allowing my Father to choose an occupation for me. “Being an electrician is a fine way for a man to earn a living”. He told me. Believing, quite correctly, that Sparkies would always be in demand.

With my best interests at heart, but with no input from me, he went ahead and arranged an interview for that rare occurrence in our small town, a job opening. An interview that held no appeal to me.

At my Father's behest I sat a written examination, and not being smart enough to flunk it, passed with flying colors, finding myself in the employ of the NZ Government as a freshly minted Junior (Telephone) Linesman.

Not the electrician my Father envisaged, but, something that achieved the same end, a “secure” job. On the plus side, the range of disciplines I was about to experience was quite breathtaking.

Suppressing the faint inner voice that reminded me this was not what I wanted to do, helped along by recalling words of wisdom from Earl, I applied myself willingly and diligently, developing useful skills. But my heart and soul remained in my mechanical workshop in the abandoned fowl-shed.

 Running With The Crowd

A vivacious social life beckoned and I responded in kind. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, was my mantra. The euphoria of youth unleashed was exhilarating, tempered only by an enduring sense of disquiet.

That disquiet flowed from a vague awareness that I had put aside my search for spiritual enlightenment and mind expansion in favor of running with the crowd. It was not a conscious decision, and years later, reflection provided yet another insight into Human behavior, vindicating Earl Nightingale and others who understood that you become what you think. Consciously or otherwise.

Expanding one's mind sets you apart from the crowd and it takes courage to make a conscious decision to follow through and purposely stay on the path, with or without support, no matter what.

Is it worth it? Emphatically, Yes.

More lessons were to be learned before this sank in and I regained my footing on the path to spiritual enlightenment.

 Here We Come

With Mary Hopkins singing Those Were The Days My Friend in the background, ambitious plans were made to travel the world. Although the disquiet was ever present, personal development found itself on the back burner.

Landing in Australia, finding a great job in a traditionally minded Company that paid me to travel the country and overseas, meeting wonderful people, extending youthful exuberance, was balm for the disquiet.
Even though this seemed the perfect occupation, I was part of a carefree group of friends who sought adventure and plans were made for further travel together. This time London was in our sights.

 
However - -

Fate intervened and I conformed once again.

Falling in love with a beautiful woman who spoke passionately of establishing an independent, sustainable lifestyle on a rural block of land totally seduced me. The engineer in me immediately saw the possibilities in such a lifestyle and the solutions to obvious and not so obvious obstacles. The mechanic, the myriad ways of implementing those solutions.

Inspired by this vision which held the promise of not only helping ourselves, but also wider Humanity by developing eco friendly systems that could be replicated by others, the desire to travel rapidly faded.

We waved our friends goodbye at the airport, got married, and purchased a rural acreage on the outskirts of Sydney. Rolling up my sleeves in anticipation of the joys of problem solving, I had no inkling of the rude awakening awaiting me.

I was about to learn many more ways that did not work.

After a tumultuous seven year marriage where few of the principles espoused in the philosophy of Personal Development were followed, predictably ended in divorce, I licked my wounds and set about restructuring my life.

These principles exist on a razor edge of goodwill and understanding. All parties involved in any transaction must appreciate this fact for that transaction to truly succeed.

The details of this all too common tragedy are of but titillating interest. The cause, and the prevention, of such tragedies, can be found in the above two sentences.

No Regrets

Not believing in regrets, feeling sorry for myself was a time wasting option not about to be taken. That did not mean that I was emotionally intact, far from it. I was devastated. Everything I had worked for was gone, a few miserable dollars shared from the sale of assets no compensation for the needless trauma and destruction we had wrought. I took a cue from talented songwriters and artists who use personal upheaval to produce memorial and creative works of art.

I would use this experience to drive the desire to fathom why such disasters happen.

Not suffering Alone

Sadly, coincidently the remarkable old company that had been so good to me was in terminal decline. Reminiscent in many respects of the East India Company of a not too earlier period  and the largest of her type in the Southern Hemisphere at the time, she was being battered to death by the winds of change and proved to be incapable of responding - - -

Studying this decline, I was fascinated how closely it resembled mine. The parallel of failure between individuals and gigantic corporations is, to say the least, striking.
 
The field engineering division I had now called home for thirteen years was abruptly shut down. We were offered positions in other remaining departments, but being no substitute for the type of work we were engaged in, and recalling allowing my Father to arrange my first job, I politely declined and resigned. Preferring to seek my own fortune.

This was during a serious economic downturn, employment was scarce, interest rates at 17%.
Disparately feeling serene, my faint inner voice was growing stronger, reigniting my earlier ardor in pursuing knowledge of the Human mind.

I reinforced my vow to understand where and why I had gone wrong and what could be done to prevent it's repetition, vowing also to never again stray from the path of spiritual enlightenment. 

My marriage collapse made me acutely aware that I was far from alone in experiencing the destructive forces that had brought me undone. All around me was evidence others were being buffeted and mauled by these forces. From a deteriorating economy, to divorcing film stars, to disintegrating political parties. World wide.

Why so much turmoil?  So much anguish?
The more I studied Nature and the Human mind, the clearer the answer became.

Ready To Face The World Again

A two month respite, doing odd jobs for beer money, and much reflection to settle my mind served to rebuild my battered confidence.

Ready to face the world again on my own terms, a newspaper advertisement with the persuasive power to lure me to the other side of the city, found me witnessing a demonstration of an American domestic appliance that retailed for twice the price of it's nearest competitor.

The company was seeking commission only sales people. Getting paid only if you produce was a truly appealing challenge.
Impressed with the quality and sheer usefulness of the machine in front of me, I decided, on the spot, to join the ranks of one of the world's most important professions, Sales.

 Silently uttering those immortal words of the uninitiated salesperson, “This'll sell itself,” I set about my new career in direct sales with vim and vigor.
Three weeks later that statement was modified to “Maybe it won't sell itself." Engineering is second nature to me, but with sales I urgently needed some pointers. As in help.
Although the appliance company provided sales training, this was presented by colleagues in the same position as me. Most of what was said went right over my head.

Seek And You Shall Find

Looking further afield I discovered master salesman Tom Hopkins.

Listening to his tapes every traveling moment, reading his book every resting moment, reflecting often on what he espoused, produced my first sale and a new friend in exactly three weeks.

Tom Hopkins opened my mind to the vibrant world of selling, the lifeblood of every Nation's economy.
Tom also introduced me to the players in the vibrant world of Personal Development. It is no coincident top sales professionals practice mind expansion.

Armed with the confidence of knowing I was learning to do things right, significantly bolstered by the response of happy customers, I was caught up in the addictive excitement of mounting sales figures.

Influenced by Earl and Tom, beginning to really grasp what mind expansion truly meant, I enthusiastically sought out motivational authors, who, through lack of awareness were previously hidden from me.

With the mental lights gradually brightening I found a rich lode of insightful lore in the form of books. Initially at libraries, a good source for out of print material, but preferring to have my own copy as a ready reference, I made a point of purchasing these books wherever possible.

As my selling expertise gradually increased, opportunities to attend sales and motivational seminars presented themselves. Sometimes described as overpriced, usually by those who have never attended one, seminars too, proved to be an invaluable source of learning material.

The stage presence of some of these speaking greats eliciting an immediate sense of capability in the mind of the listener. Books and recordings being available for purchase at the event to maintain the momentum, if one knew how to do just that. 

Developing the ability to maintain the momentum is one purpose of this website.

Heroes And Mentors

My education was advancing at a rapid clip. I felt I was learning the important stuff, but outside the field of sales few shared my elan for mind expansion, as though it did not exist.

Feeling alone but not lonely, these were good people who were simply not on the path of spiritual enlightenment, I ratcheted up my learning curve several notches and embraced philosophy.

Conformity would never catch me unawares ever again.
 
Covering  the gamut of the Human condition, valiantly attempting to understand and explain the complex way we behave and the reasons why, philosophy is often considered esoteric.

In the sense that some philosophers have arrived at theories that are more complex than the situation they are supposedly explaining, this is a well deserved perception. Others make perfect sense.

The message intelligent minds have both sought and promoted down the ages was, and still is, practical and useful. Practical and useful is of the most benefit to we Humans and is the message that still holds my rapt attention today.

I gravitated to the most practical motivational authors, who, advocating the same message in different ways, deepened my understanding of what they were saying.

This deeper understanding in turn helped me recognize who, among the myriad philosophers, had (or indeed has) a true grasp of how our mind functions. A subject that now has the avid attention of Science.

Science and philosophy have much in common, the earliest philosophers indistinguishable from the earliest scientists, sharing a fervent desire to uncover truth wherever they delved.

While both disciplines have branched and specialized beyond recognition they should still be seen as one entity with a common goal. The search for truth.

Truth seeking philosophers and scientists, along with my favored motivational authors, became my heroes and mentors.

Never again would my mind suffer from malnutrition.

Selling – An Integral Part Of Life

Selling played a pivotal role in my education. Australia at that time was steadily becoming multicultural. Meeting and interacting with people from all over the world, in a sales environment in their respective homes, is an experience I cherish.

Learning first-hand that Nationality has nothing to do with being Human. That our differences rest solely in our cultures and beliefs, that these differences are a source of knowledge and creativity as deep and as endless as the universe itself, and the anguish and trauma we suffer is visited upon us because we fail to recognize that when we hurt others, via our perceptions and then actions, we are hurting ourselves.

Practicing personal development goes a long way in alleviating the pain inflicted by another's ignorance.

A practical lesson gleaned from selling that remains within reach and I reflect upon often is the fact that the worst recession in my experience did not stop people of all Nationalities from purchasing a quality, value for money product that they recognized they had a need for.

Non manipulative selling and personal development, like science and philosophy, also have much in common. Both fulfill a deep seated need that exists in every Human Being. We all have a desire to improve our life skills and brain power, and we are all salespeople. Even if the only thing we sell is ourselves, our livelihoods depend on selling to each other.

Get this right and life takes on an uplifting smoothness.

Time For A Break

After several years of direct selling it was time for a change, deciding to fulfill a strange desire I had harbored since childhood. Drive a taxicab. It turned out to be a tough way to take a break, but proved to be another rich lode to mine in my ongoing search for enlightenment.

You may not be surprised who you meet in a taxicab, but I was.

Many folk are willing to open up to a taxi driver in a way they would never do to any other total stranger. I keenly anticipated “interviewing” these fascinating souls every day.
Even with such vibrant mental stimulation there for the asking, though, the novelty of piloting a cab soon wore off.

Knocking back an offer to buy the cab operators license, which is now worth more than a flash house, I gave the game away and instead bought a rubbish removal truck.
This was right up my street. Hard physical work, plenty of it, we were in the middle of a building boom, and income to match the effort I was prepared to make. It was a very profitable line of business. And a worthwhile investment.

Psychology Plays It's Part

It seemed natural now to study Human behavior and this occupation provided ample opportunity. In workspaces as diverse as banks and commercial building sites I observed folk interacting with each other as I unobtrusively went about my activities.

Psychology was becoming an ever growing influence in my education as I studied the perceptions, observations and original thinking of great practical minds down the ages and related it to what I was observing in real life as it played out before my eyes. In all spheres, all over the Planet.

Simply Getting It Wrong - And Right

These real life events were more entertaining than television drama, decidedly more instructive, and in some cases, downright disturbing. History was reflecting itself in the actions of we Humans. These modern day repetitions of history had two things in common.

Firstly, so often folk, many of them leaders who we depend on to get it right, were simply getting it wrong.
Secondly, these leaders, and others, were determined to maintain their position when things went discordant and awry, and “save face”. Resorting to squabbling and bickering, posturing, spin doctoring, blame mongering, and violence, in lieu of seeking and implementing solutions to problems.

Who do they think they are fooling?? I would ask myself. And still do.

On a smaller scale others were thriving and prospering, going about their business with demonstrably capable equanimity and impunity.

How could one person or group lead a calm, serene life, while another was embroiled in utter turmoil and controversy?

There are definite answers to these questions, and the more I applied myself to the study of my fellow Humans the more the confusing complexity of life was clarifying, distilling itself into the simplicity of understanding.

Revelation

It was around this time that the Ultimate Secret and it's import flashed into my mind with an almost dazzling lucidity.

This was what I had spent so many years searching for.

And what I learned over those years in search of knowledge and understanding of the Human Mind, the Human Condition, Motivation, Philosophy, Psychology, and above all, Natural Law, imbued this secret with a practical value beyond measure.

Often the attainment of a goal is anticlimactic. Not in this case. The ultimate secret is a self sustaining support system. Calling it to conscious awareness in the present has the same positive and assuring effect on my psyche as the time it first flashed into my mind.

Moving On

As much as I appreciated everything about rubbish removal, the physical fitness, the people I met, the amazing things they paid to have hauled away, from brand new, unopened items to two loads of elephant dung, the freedom of movement, and the excellent income, my body was getting too “old” for such a physically demanding lifestyle. With this realization, another dormant desire was awakening and exerting its presence.

My mind was yearning to produce something creative.

With a tinge of sadness, we reluctantly sold the rubbish truck, and, expanding the scope of my workshop with additional tools I set about building a system to produce my version of an ornamental art related product. Along with some fabrication work and (sensible) share trading for income.

With the same sense of belonging I experienced in my first workshop in the old fowl-shed on my Father's farm, I knew I had found my niche.

Happily designing and building tools and machines, doing my own thing, my thoughts would periodically turn to the less fortunate. And the ever deteriorating state of our environment.
  

 Nagging Disquiet Returns

Almost imperceptibly, the nagging disquiet I suffered when I temporarily laid aside personal development all those years ago, returned. Disconcerted, I wondered why.

Had I not cracked the Ultimate Secret of the mind?

Was I not still engrossed in expanding my knowledge of Nature and our relationship to her? In the process expanding my own mind?

In the same way that night turns to day, it gradually dawned on me, because I was listening, that I could be building something of much greater practical value to Humanity than ornamental art.

My selfish, logical side questioned this suggestion, proposing that I consider doing something of greater value after my current project is complete, on the market and bringing in the dollars. That would put me in a better position to do the greater thing.
This sensible reasoning did not assuage the insistent feeling that I was on the wrong track.

Compromising, I brought  to mind an area of Human activity that bothered me more than somewhat. What could I do to improve the lot of both Humans and our beautiful life supporting Planet, in this sphere of Human caused degradation?
Immediately, the disquiet vanished, replaced by an enthusiasm to actually fulfill that desire to help.

 Infinite Intelligence Responds

Tapping into infinite intelligence in the same manner as when the answer is not readily at hand, I explored the options available that would achieve the outcome I envisaged.
A particularly nasty, Human caused, environmental disaster occurring shortly after my decision to do a greater thing increased the intensity of the urgency I was now feeling to discover something that would have a beneficial impact on both Humanity and our suffering environment.

This desire became my constant companion, and as I knew from previous experience communicating with infinite intelligence in this manner that an answer was only a matter of time. That time was near.

Killjoy

The prototype was already fleshing itself out in my imagination when Reality, uninvited, quietly joined the party.
Reality can kill a newborn idea with callous disregard for subject matter, pretending to be your logical friend.

“A hypothesis needs to be proved”, Reality interjected, “To do that, this thing has to be built. Who is going to build it? Where is it going to be built? You got a couple of mill to fund it? Who are you to entertain such a sublime idea?
What if it doesn't work? It could send you broke, It could take the rest of your life - - “

Looking her squarely in the eye, I interjected back, “Hold it Reality! You are prattling again. Presenting obstacles is your thing, overcoming them is mine. This project is going ahead, I will build it. If it is within the Laws of Nature, it will work. Once I've proven the principle then I will seek help to take it to the World. Until then I will bear the costs. If it is a flop, then I will know for sure it does not work".

Pausing for emphasis, and breath, not in the mood for prattle, I asked her directly, "Are you on my side?”

Sensing my determination to go ahead, and lack of fear of loss, to her credit Reality undertook to aid the execution of my cause.

Irrevocable Commitment

Dropping a project was alien to me, particularly something so complex, time and effort intensive, and expensive, as my ornamental art product system. More than thirty tools and machines were involved.
“It's only temporary” I consoled myself. “When you have saved the world you can get back to it.”

With Reality on side, there was one more thing to be taken care of before I could make an irrevocable commitment.

I approached my dedicated wife of almost thirty years, May Ning, whom I met in Hong Kong during my last job for the wonderful old company that lost it's way and never recovered.

Sitting her down I told her about the feelings I had been struggling with. How I wanted to do something constructive for Humanity and our environment. That I had come up with an idea for a machine that would be of tremendous benefit to every living creature on the Planet.

All I had to do was build it.

She listened attentively, clearly comprehending that we were putting a promising future on hold for an unproven idea.

I asked her to consider my seemingly outlandish, maverick proposal, adding that Reality was with me and I had Neville's enthusiastic approval.

Her response was immediate “I believe we are put on this planet to perform useful, progressive service, whatever form that service takes.” she said thoughtfully. 
In the firmest tone of voice she has ever used in my presence, she gave me her answer in two words. “Do it!”

With an emotional embrace we became self funded inventors.

Familiar Problem

Fast forward to the present. The machine is well under way, but as is par for the course when working on the unknown it has taken longer than anticipated, even though Reality has kept her promise and aided me.

This presented a familiar problem. Funding.

The original plan was to keep complete control until we have a working prototype. That remains our goal and to attain that we needed to find an income source that retained our independence, and allowed me time to work on the machine.

Vain Search

Conventional businesses for sale abounded. Many showing attractive profit margins. Some were passion stirring, but not one was compatible with our requirement of freeing up time. Besides, I could do engineering and fabrication work without the cost of purchasing a business, but that too held the drawback of losing control over time. And scatter my focus. Once again, we needed to look further afield. Much discussion and intense thinking followed.

Apart from investing, which we were already doing and was no longer adequate, courtesy of the incompetents who screwed the world's economy, options were pretty thin on the ground. We looked intently at each other hoping for a spark.

Solution

“Passive income from an online business.” my wife gently suggested.

“Sounds ideal”, I replied. Relieved we had something to follow up.

Passive implied no effort. But being on first name terms with Natural Law I am well aware there is no such animal as something for nothing.

Not sure what a passive business looked like but eager to find out, I expressed that eagerness. “Let's investigate, get the lay of the land, can't be too difficult”.

It was difficult. We lost much valuable time. Although, in retrospect, we learnt much. We may not have known what it looked like but we did know that what we had seen so far was not it.

Eye Opener

Investigating money making opportunities on the Net was an eye opener of the nth degree, and our resolute efforts to resolve the bewildering conglomeration of hype masking those opportunities resulted not only in solving our problem, but also revealed a sound solution to the difficulty every business considering an on-line presence faces. - Visibility. And to no lesser degree, credibility.

May Ning's suggestion, and my response, were to eventually prove prophetic.
We found exactly what we were looking for. Recognizing it instantly.
 
In the final twist of a fate determined by choice, our search for ideal passive income has climaxed in a synergistic relationship that meets the needs of all parties involved.

The solution presented itself in the form of a major product from a vibrant Company with the distinctive and descriptive name SiteSell.

How did we recognize it as our ideal solution?

Success oriented Attitude

Briefly, this active company offers products related to building successful online businesses. With the emphasis on successful.
SiteSell's attitude, in conjunction with the Laws of Personal Development, is everyone participating in a transaction must win. When everyone plays their part, this overarching attitude is as close to a guarantee of success as Humans can make possible.

SiteSell's innovative systems leverage knowledge and technology and compounds both with the passion generated when Humans are involved in doing what they love, to seamlessly build an income producing web based business that becomes a separate entity owned and operated by the Webmaster. In my case, me.

With or without my own product.
 

Exquisite Recipe

I supply the Ingredients and labor, SiteSell supplies the Method, together we bake a Web Business that rises, in time, to the top of the search engines results pages. Attracting streams of traffic no other method, without spending vast sums of money, can come close to matching.

This free traffic is the lifeblood of a profitable Web business, akin to the throngs of shoppers in a busy, popular Mall.

Takes Two To Tango

Reflecting on my commission only sales experience, I appreciated the pivotal nature of my own contribution to success. If I didn't work, or follow the professional path that led to sales, I didn't get paid. When I comprehended and applied that path, I did get paid, handsomely.

SiteSell offers that “professional path to sales” along with inspiration, encouragement, and technical and emotional support. And provides proof beyond doubt that it does so with reassuring reliability. Year after year.

In one complete package, no hunting around for missing bits, allowing me to focus on my contribution.

From me, SiteSell requests, in her words, BAM. An acronym for Brains, Attitude, and Motivation.

A request I willingly comply with.

SiteSell vividly demonstrates, in contrast to many companies, in many industries, that as individuals within, and as an entity, that it clearly understands that the application of Natural Law is the dependable foundation, structure, and finished product of succeeding, at anything.

Being totally familiar with these Laws, I could see SiteSell meant business, (no pun intended) and that if I followed the path on offer it would culminate in my expected passive income, and autonomy.

Adopting that path yet again was an easy decision to make.

“This is the way life should be”, I thought elatedly.

To conclude this tale we now need to bring SiteSell and Solo Build It! into the picture.

Personal Development Rocks!

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