Hi, my name is Mark Reid and this is me pictured with my absolute why, my amazing, beautiful family.
For the past 12 years I have successfully helped men and women all over the world heal the unconscious wounds that are causing them to sabotage their health, wealth and relationships, time and time again.
Helping men and women, like you, heal their root cause past trauma so they find their purpose and feel worthy of the love they have craved since childhood, brings me no greater joy as this is my soul's core calling.
I look forward to connecting, getting to know you better and to map out exactly how we are going to help you shift your deepest dominant thought, clarify your soul's purpose and live live fun, free and fulfilled everyday.
HOW THE DEEPEST DOMINANT THOUGHT (D.D.T.)IS FORMED
I believe we all want the same thing in life:
"To be loved and accepted for who we are,
doing the things we love, with the people we love the most."
How that looks for each individual will be slightly different, but what looks most similar for the majority of the world is that we don't feel loved and accepted - not unconditionally at least!
Consciously or unconsciously, our inner child feels rejected and disconnected.
The reason why we feel so rejected and disconnected from others is because we reject and disconnect from ourselves.
And the reason we reject and disconnect from ourselves is because the last and ONLY time we have been in a state of oneness, pure bliss, unconditional loves was when we are born into this world.
From this point our senses awaken and we begin to receive feedback from the external world via sight, sound, smell, taste and touch which simultaneously questions our state of oneness.
To understand these questions we seek answer through polarising and categorising our experiences, emotions and memories into:
good/ bad
happy/ sad
right/ wrong
positive/ negative
warm/ cold
up/ down
on/ off
closed/ open
trauma/ triumph
wound/ wisdom
By the time we are 8 years old our associations with our experiences, emotions and memories have constructed 85% of our personality aka our personal reality
Because now have 100 billion neurons fired and wired into our brains creating a lopsided view of the world.
In other words our perception of self, others and the world is imbalanced!
This is because from the Macroscopic universe to the microscopic universe, everything in the 3D reality of humanity happens in duality.
Yet our senses can only experience singularity at any given moment of time i.e. day/ night, sun/ moon, positive/ negative.
Both are simultaneous, yet we only experience one through our sensory human awareness -
therefore ALL of our senses are Bi-polar.
By the age of 8 we have a strong perception of how we think the world works, which in turn affects our actions and outcomes.
These are affected as we believe we are powerless to creation due to our previous associations that we are missing something somewhere, from somebody in sometime aka our voids.
However these voids are necessary and give way to our top values - which are what we believe we need in order to be looked up to by others.
The ability to live in our top 3 values determines the highest order of our destiny.
If we seek a different outcome we must transcend our associations, memories and perceptions.
The conscious collapse process brings our lopsided associations, memories and perceptions back into homeostasis awakening the immortal nature of our soul.
MY STORY
I want to share with you my experience of collapsing my Deepest Dominant Thought which led to me creating, and perfecting over many years...
The Conscious Collapse Process
When I was a kid or a "wean" as we Scottish call our children - amongst other names.
I was also known as "you", "Spark", "hey", "ya wee shite" which was confusing when I got to see my 1st passport as a kid as none of them were on there.
But in all seriousness I came from a very loving family and was very lucky with the loving upbringing I had, especially in our rough and ready local area.
My mother is an extraordinary woman, but had a very tough upbringing in a single parent household pretty much since she was born.
There was also a 10 year age difference between her and My Aunt Karen (her only sibling), who worked 12 hour shifts everyday with my gran to support all 3 of them.
In short my mum grew up feeling very lonely, alone, confused, sad and scared as from the age of 5 years old she would come home from school to an empty house and do the chores...
Dust, hoover, clean, peel the potatoes, put coal on the fire, walk the dog- which of course had an affect on how she turned up in the world
My dad (Young Tam) had a much more favourable childhood. He was the blue eyed boy that could no wrong from my gran, old Hannah Banana so could charm his way through life. And he was also very close to my Papa (Auld Tam) so had the very stable loving, family unit that my mother didn't.
Growing up as a kid I was very close to my dad, he was my teacher, protector, best friend and my hero.
He was a post war baby boomer and worked as a principal so as you can imagine was always looking to teach and impart his wisdom on others.
And since I was just a sponge for learning, I wanted to devour anything he taught me to show him I was a good student and make him proud of me; ironically why I subconsciously became a teacher in my later years *** sigh
I was exceptionally lucky to have my dad who was such a wealth of knowledge to show me how to play football, golf, tennis, badminton, my schoolwork of course but as he is a big kid himself, show me how to have fun and laugh.
Around the home though he was as handy as a chocolate fireguard and my mum being the houseproud oldschool no nonsense scotswoman she is would often tell him just to get out of her way so she could do what needed to be done in terms of cooking, cleaning, tidying up.
This freed my dad up to play and teach with me and my sister.
And when I was about 6/7 years old my dad had just bought me a new set of junior golf clubs and a bag of those balls that had the holes in them that you could hit as hard as you like but never went anywhere.
Anyway, on this day 3 of my friends Colin Booth, Steven Gilroy and Garry Pellegrini were in my garden and my dad was showing us all how to grip the club, set our hands, shoulders and feet and swing the club to hit the ball.
Seeing my dad get everyone of us almost instant success had me in complete awe of him and as such a young kid, my neo cortex, that part of the brain that is just soaking up information and has an insatiable appetite to understand what is going on in the world was lighting up like a Christmas tree.
As was my frontal lobe, the master conductor that is trying to navigate and work what is going on in life.
So I am sitting there watching him and wondering how can I teach Garry and Steven just like he is helping Colin So I listen to him saying:
“Hold on Colin until I stand this side, Mark, Garry, Steven you boys too!
We never stand behind them as that's dangerous, stand in front of them!
Right Colin shake hands with the club, slip your little pinky finger in here, tom thumbs on top of each other, keep your head down and when you can imagine your best swing and shot, push it straight back and straight through, big man nice and slow.
BOOM!!!!
Colin smashed this thing right up in the air perfect, and was absolutely delighted with himself as my dad high 5’d and told him how awesome he was (Colins dad passed away when he was 2 and was quite a large boy so as you can imagine this was a rare time he felt he was doing well)
Just as the celebrations rang, the phone went and my mum asked my dad to run in and answer it, as her hands were covered in mixture.
As my dad ran away he said have a wee practice boys, just remember don't stand behind anyone.
All I could think about as he left was I was going to help Garry and Steven feel just as good ad my dad helped Colin feel, so i started to copy his instructions word for word and just as Steven was getting ready to go .............
CRAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!
I let out this huge wail as Colin in front of me swung the club and smashed me right in the mouth chipping my front 2 teeth.
Now like most kids I looked to my parents to confirm that this was worth crying about and as my dad was coming back out he had seen the whole thing play out.
My dad walks over to me taking the club from Colins grasp, gently lifts my chin up and takes me over to the side and says:
“You had the right idea son, but that wasn’t Colin’s fault, remember you need to stand in front of people so you can see them, and they can see you. Come beside me wee man.”
He then got the boys set up to go again and within seconds........
Steven and Colin were swinging perfectly.
Now you would agree with me if I said that all that that man was doing in that moment was loving his son, that's all he was doing, loving his boy and keeping him safe.
But, this moment was very different for me!
Little did I know that my subconscious internal response in this moment would shape everything I done in my life, as in this precise moment, my Deepest Dominant Thought was formed.
My dad was happy to see me trying to help coach and teach others and in fact could have had a number of different responses...
Shout at me, skelp me, send the boys home, stop us playing - but all he did was take me to a safe place and show me how to do it.
But that moment for me was very different……
I had all this sensory information coming through...
The touch from the golf clubs, the touch from them on my face, the pain in my mouth, the taste of blood, the sun on my skin, the smell of a rare summery day in Scotland, the sound of the swoosh of the golf clubs and connection with the ball.
So I had to super-position the experience in time and space
And in doing so I made my dad right and me wrong, my dad intelligent and me stupid, my dad the wise teacher and me the struggling student.
Not Colin's fault.... it was mine.
Now did my dad make me wrong, stupid or a struggling student?
No! I did that. All he was doing was loving me.
But since I had to position the information from that experience somewhere as all human sensory experiences are bipolar.....
So I made him right & me wrong, and in doing so I fractured my perception and immediately made an experience, attached to which, was a memory & attached to that memory was an emotion, which was the disappointment of not being good enough.
Now my dad was not trying to make me feel not good enough, I felt that as a result of what I was doing with the information that I was receiving i.e. polarising & fracturing my experience.
NOW REMEMBER THIS......
Anything that gets caught within an emotional experience... becomes cyclical aka (repeated) in our lives!
So from that point on, anytime I ever did anything I would go to my dad and say dad am I doing it right?
He would always have a look and say:
“Close, but you need to do this, this and this!” or,
he would use "Scottish Banter" and call me a Philistine if I forgot how to do something.
This started to build up real pressure for me and then the worst place it could have affected me was compromised - on the football pitch when I was 12-14 years old.
This is where we really bonded as I was very good at football, playing pro youth for Glasgow Celtic so I got the most praise, pride and love from him here.
But with receiving my father's love pinned on the pressure of performance, it got too much for me and I no longer PLAYED the game I LOVED, I performed for my Dad to LOVE ME.
I would be petrified to make a mistake on the pitch, which of course I then done -repeatedly!
I was scared to look over to the sidelines as I could feel his eyes bearing into me.
Eventually I would look over where he would shake his head, look away, walk a few paces with his back to the game, turn around with his arms folded and sigh with another head shake.
I dreaded the drive home where he would ignore me down the motorway until we were 5/10 minutes from our house and then start to dissect the game with all the mistakes I made, asking me:
"Why did you do that?
Why did you not do this?"
The he would shout at me:
"You were hiding! You didn't want the ball!"
Now my dad wears his feelings on his face so when we got home I would then hear him and my mum argue over it, where he would say to her:
"He's got all the skill in the world but he's got to beat his man 3 times to get past him. He's too slow. He's no pace. That's not good enough. Celtic will not put up with that!"
Even though my mum would fiercely defend me, I had checked out because I was already cut to the core that my dad, my hero was so mad at me!
He would then walk past me in the house and say nothing other than a sigh and head shake for days/ weeks at a time after my "bad game"
To add more pressure I then took on the subconscious false belief that mum and dad argue when I don't play well at football.
And to add even more pressure my mum shouted at my dad:
"There's 2 weans (kids) in this hoose (House) and she (my sister) gets dragged all over Ayrshire with not so much as a 2nd thought to watch fucking football and for this. It's only a game Tam!"
Now you would be within reason to think this is where my DDT was formed. But NO; that is formed between the ages of 0 and 8 years old.
Even though I then pulled back from my dad in my later teen years and 20's, trying to convince myself that I was a big, strong man now that "didn't give a shit" about or need anything from him...
Little Mark within would still ask his Dad's opinion on things and get even more distorted sensory information through Tam's age old answer:
“You’ve got the right idea but do this, this and this..."
This kept happening again and again and again in my life and as I was unconsciously polarising and fracturing every experience I was having....
Going forwards and backwards and backwards and forwards as little Mark was trying to get his dad's approval to feel good enough and worthy of love!
But all I ever got was the same response over and over, because I was caught in an emotional state from the Golf incident with Colin when I was 6/7 years old.
From that moment I had started to build a subconscious equation that nothing I could ever do was going to be good enough for my dad.
Now my dad was not doing that to me, I was.
I had forged a hardwired FALSE belief that "Nothing I could ever do, was going to be good enough for my dad" - which became my deepest dominant thought and led to a whole host of issues throughout my life
My Deepest Dominant Thought (D.D.T.) in Action
I knew deep down I was born to stand out but spent the majority of my life trying to stand in line with everyone else - I was a sheep, scared to step into my true power.
I had been bullied terribly as a youngster mentally and emotionally for trying to do the right thing by my friend, where I went from hero to zero at high school overnight - ironically at the same time period as the football pressure.
As I got older I vowed never to let anyone hurt me like that again and quickly was lost in a vicious cycle of anger, shame, and guilt as my short fuse had me not only fighting with my loved ones but out in the street also.
I was arrested for beating up my 1st loves ex boyfriend and charged with severe assault to permanent disfigurement where I was let out on bail for a year and almost denied the chance to become a school teacher.
Despite being a resident DJ in Scotland's biggest nightclub, I had never tried drugs, but at 26 after fighting in my home town with a group of 6 youngsters armed with knives I went back to my mates house and tried a legal high, to ironically try and calm down.
Before I knew it, it was 18 months later and I had been lost in weekly 3 day benders fuelled with casual sex, alcohol, ecstasy, cocaine, ketamine and mephedrone.
All this was whilst I was a qualified teacher working in a behavioural school to help children not become the person I was after the 3pm bell on a Friday.
Talk about feeling like the ultimate fraud.
I was slowly hating myself more and more and then 1 day after a drug fuelled argument with my GF I was led to going cold turkey but ended up lost in severe depression.
Being a proud Scotsman who is taught not to cry, I tried to fight it but spent days crying uncontrollably, thrashing around my bedroom, one day unable to even pick my head up from the pillow as I battling suicidal thoughts daily.
I had next to no money so I had even used my emergency power card (UK peeps will know what this is) and had eaten the last of my toast and beans and was rocking away in my duvet in a freezing cold flat thinking what the fuck have I done with my life??
Thankfully 1 day my friend Michelle Cairns intuitively thought something wasn’t right and turned up at my door to check on me.
I was then forced to open my heart, lose my ego and confide in another and ask for help for the 1st time in my life.
Burying My Head in the Sand....
My old university friend mikey Brady then sent me a FB message out of the blue saying he had a skype meeting set up with his school recruitment director and I had a teaching job with my name on it to head 2 campuses as the main PE teacher in Doha, Qatar.I knew this was my ticket out of the nightmare I was living and 3 months later I was in the land of the sand and my new life was underway.
I was teaching, doing personal training, running boat parties and dj’ing in Gordon ramseys restaurant and even fell in love with and got engaged to a beautiful girl Stacey but the fun in the sun turned stale pretty quickly.....
Living and working alongside 100s of teachers in a small but ridiculously rich country quickly began to take its toll
There were lots of freedom restrictions, corruption and slavery which triggered my anger and outspoken nature but the horror stories we heard about the police and government forced me to stay silent and internalise.
I started to suffer from debilitating anxiety and slept about 2-3 hours a night if lucky for about 4 months straight
I blamed the culture, the weather and even my childhood asthma, everything other than admit my mental health was suffering
We stayed “strong” and finished our 2 year contract and moved to Perth, Western Australia.
I left teaching and decided to go full time on my PT business and found what I thought was my purpose creating a 6 figure business from scratch within 6 months of being in a country I had never even visited before.
Plans for our July 2015 $40k “DREAM” wedding in Zakynthos were taking shape, my FB was filled with beautiful sunset pics everyday and everyone back home was jealous. It looked as though I was living the dream but the truth was, life was becoming an increasing nightmare - I was miserable, stressed with work and felt pressured into settling down
I was working 6/7 days a week 13/14 hour days - I was under slept, over-stressed, had no friends or family nearby and my fiancées Mental health was at an all time low
My anger was reaching the point of irrational uncontrol again and I felt as though I was ready to pop and that is what happened…..
Stacey’s mental health triggered my associative memories of my own depression and anxiety and because I believed I could not survive feeling like that again , nor could I handle Stacey's jealousy, paranoia or walking on eggshells anymore so......
I lost our $40k and called the wedding off with 10/11 weeks to go.
I Married Someone Else...
As fate would have it, I ended up meeting and falling in love with Samantha just a few weeks later.
I was due to marry Stacey on the 13th July 2015 but as fate would have it married Sam on the 11th August 2015. Yeah less than a month apart with no crossover.
I know... crazy right?
But for the 1st time I was following my heart over my head or so I thought!!
I was driven to make more of a client impact beyond the physical, so my new wife and I rebranded my 6 figure PT business into our multiple 6 figure health coaching business and started helping people heal physically, mentally and emotionally .
We quickly secured our own private facility with an annual turnover of $243k
Life was going great, UNTIL....
THE DAY MY LIFE STOPPED!
Only 7 months into our marriage March 5th, 2016, I was diagnosed with a rare aggressive cancer where surgeons wanted to remove my lymph nodes, fascia and part of rectus abdomonis.
The exact quote whilst not even looking at me was “I don’t care what the MRI says I am removing your fascia.”
"Aye, ok mate" My strong inner Scotsman said
The picture here is solely of the initial biopsy, the plastic surgeon wanted to cut me from just below my sternum all the way around to just below my navel.
I wasn’t scared ironically, I felt confused how the hell could this have happened to me?
I mean I was a PT & Holistic Health Coach for God's sake!!
I ate healthy, kept myself in shape (lean and muscular - 90kg/8-10% body fat year round), and stayed active in sports like boxing and football… it just didn’t make sense…
More so I was wondering how the hell do I tell my new wife and my mum that her 1st born has cancer?
I started to feel very guilty about how I was going to cause so much pain & emotional stress for my family - I was completely numb!
Then I thought maybe this is Karma, because of calling things off with Stacey or for all my years of anger, violence, being disrespectful to women etc.
The truth was, my internal dialogue and repressed emotions had finally caught up to me and manifested physically in a desperate bid to get my attention and wake my ass up.
Unfortunately though this became too much pressure for our young marriage and my wife left me and we are now divorced….
So here I was sick, alone and left running a company that was founded with who I thought was my soulmate, but no longer loved or could be with me…
I was of course scared, petrified in fact; but deep down, deeeeeeeeep down I knew that this was the universe conspiring for me and not against me.
I was not going to stop this time until I had found the cause and what this was here to teach me…
I knew I had to stop allowing myself to wallow in depression and self-pity - I had to start connecting to my soul’s deepest purpose
So I immediately sought help from some of the worlds greatest mentors and healers and delved deep into the Quantum, neuroscience, metaphysics and natural therapies world to heal my cancer.
I realised everything that was happening in my personal and business life was a result of my DEEPEST DOMINANT THOUGHT (DDT)
It had been buried for 25 years and despite all the previous attempts to get my attention and go within to balance this false perspective.... I had been ignorant to the truth of everything!
LET ME EXPLAIN IN MORE DETAIL...
My 1st mentor sat me down and said:
“Mark Yes your life is a mess but you have created it & if you can create this you can create anything! Do you TRULY know though why you are destroying your life & why you don’t feel good enough?”
“No I dont I said”
“Mark you have an infatuation with your dad!”
“I said what are you talking about?”
He said "Tell me about your dad?”
“Sure, he is an amazing man, my dad is so courageous, he lost his principal position at school and then broke his back working his way back up the teacher ladder to be principal again so that my mum, sister and I would never go without.
He taught me what it is never to give up, to do whatever it takes and to work hard for what you believe in no matter how many times you fall or hardship you encounter. I owe so much to him”
He then said “That's it, that's exactly your problem”
“What is?”
“You have your father on a pedestal and anytime you put another person on a pedestal you simultaneously put yourself in a pit so you can look up to them. You are infatuated with your dad publicly and privately you are resenting him.”
“Okay so what does that mean?”
He said how are you and your dad?
“I said I hardly speak to him but when I do it is for him to answer the phone and pass it on to my mum back home on Scotland as we don't have much to speak about and to be honest never really have since I was 15 and was released from a professional football team. I definitely can’t talk to him about how I am feeling right now.
He is severely overweight and always has been. He is on blood pressure tablets and to be honest I have worried about his health my whole life so don’t want to stress him out and affect his blood pressure even more”
He said “You have to balance the perception you have of your dad with something greater than this. Your dad did not become overweight so you could sabotage your own health with cancer, lymes disease and deep depression.
“Can you give me an example of what you mean….”
“Okay tell me about your mum and dad?”
“My mum and dad are like 2 kids even in their 60’s. They laugh, joke, fight, playfight, argue, smile, dance, wind each other up, go away on trips together. They are like a romantic version of punch and judy and everyone comments about how much love they have for one another especially my dad's way with words for her. That's what everybody sees but is not the full picture nor is it what it was really like growing up all the time.”
“Okay, how do you go in relationships?”
“I’ll get into a relationship and i’ll let someone in and I let them in closer, closer, closer and then i’ll push them away and close them out.
All of a sudden I can't stand anything about them their hair, face, voice, demeanour, body shape, style, anything and everything.
I’ll then be single albeit brief and find someone else before realising that i've just bumped into a remixed version of the girl I've just left, no matter what colour, race, part of the world they are from."
He said “Mark you have your dad’s marriage up on a pedestal and every time you have an opportunity to be healthier, happier than your fathers relationship, you subconsciously sabotage it because you don't want to hurt him. You never want to outdo him, because you never want him to feel less than.”
I sat back and thought wowwwwww that is exactly what I am doing, give me another example please?
“Okay how are you doing in business?”
“My friends have always said I could sell sand to the arabs and to be honest growing up, I never had much but always got by with hard work.
As I got older I would be like my dad and spend what I have looking after others and living by the ah fuck it, don’t want to be the richest guy in the graveyard.
As I got older again and got into working for myself I quickly developed systems to break the trading time for money burnout and work hard “norm” and this is where I started to earn real money, however when I was ready to scale my ¼ million health coaching business to 7 figures.
All of a sudden I can’t stand the thought of working with some of my clients, I hate the drive there, I can't stand the smell of the place, the sight of my coaches, I grudge switching on the lights of the premises and can’t wait for the session and days to be over so I can get the hell outta there and be as far away from it as possible.
I completely sabotage my business and always find ways to give my money away like calling off my $40k wedding with 11 weeks to go and losing all my money, paying $10k for my now divorced wife’s residency visa, increased liabilities in business, investing in every PD guru that is out there, you name it I found a way to never really get ahead. 6 months later I have to start all over again because I have just ruined everything.”
"That’s because Mark you have your fathers success up here on a pedestal and every time you feel you are going to be more successful than your father you will subconsciously sabotage because you don’t want to outdo him, you don’t want him to feel inferior, he means too much to you and you would never hurt him like that. That’s your glass ceiling and you have to bust through that infatuation”
"So I said what do I do about it because it is killing me, it is literally strangling my love and relationships and eating away at me - I am over it."
"I want you to come back to the office here on Friday night and I am going to take you through a process that is going to shift this completely."
MY SPIRITUAL AWAKENING
Friday night comes and at this stage in my life I had hardly said 2 words to my dad in over 6 months because I was ashamed at just how much I had sabotaged everything in my life.
I got to the office at about 7:30 in the evening, it was dark, cold and pouring with rain.
I go inside and he sits me down and asks me a short series of questions but before he does this he takes me back to being hit with the golf club in the garden.
And he showed me how I 1st put my dad on the pedestal and me in the pit and showed me how it was a continual re-enactment in every situation in my life since and he showed me how I was running around looking for external acceptance.
At about 10pm I started to get frustrated and stuck because I was just not getting it.
I screamed “I don't understand it, it's just not working. I’ll never get this!”
He then gets me to do a breathing technique and repeats the questions, saying don’t stop, keep looking.
Now I have endured some of the most profound moments in my life.....
From having dinner with Dr. John De Martini to sinking tequila in Puerto vallerta with Dr Joe Dispenza as he told me: “Beautiful souls like yours are worth saving” and Kundalini meditations where I have met my miscarried daughter.
But without a doubt the most profound moment in my life was when I was 32 years old in Balcatta, Perth, with my 1st teacher.
The only way I can describe it is it was as if my life just came together and went shooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!!!
and in a split second I started shaking all over my body.
Tears running down my face, wailing, but then instantly laughing in relief and then laughing and crying simultaneously.
Hyperventilating as he was holding me up and I tried to verbalise what I was feeling!
The reason I was crying was not because I was sad or hurting - they were tears of just absolute gratitude.
I realised in that moment that everything I had perceived my father hadn’t given me, he had, as he made me go and get it.
The thing that he couldn’t provide I went and found.
I was crying because I just felt so humble because I just felt my god, every breath this man had taken was about me and for the 1st time in my life it was as if my whole life had just come together for me in a split second.
It was as if someone put my hands on my shoulders and let me into the room of absolute clarity and knowing for a split second.
I remember it taking me about an hour to get myself together because I just could not stop smiling with a tsunami of tears running down my face....
I felt absolutely free and completely at peace and as I looked at him the only words that could come out of my mouth were thank you…….. Thank you.
I remember pulling myself together leaving his offices and getting in my car around midnight and I started calling back home to Scotland (8 hours behind) to speak to my dad......
THEN THE MAGIC REALLY STARTED...
As usual my Dad answered and upon knowing it was me instead of immediately passing onto my mum, he stopped and said:
“Son………. How are you doing? We miss you. I hope you are doing ok and I just want you to know that we are so, so proud of you."
I had to immediately pull into the side of the road and try to catch my breath as the tears once again started streaming down my face.
My dad, being a proud scotsman, stoic and often emotionless had just told me for the 1st time in my life he was proud of me.
Why?
Because I was now proud of myself and was able to receive his words with the love that was always intended and given.
The real passing of the torch came in the following 60- 80 minutes where he said nothing, rare for a teacher to become the student, but he just sat in silence until I told him everything I had just experienced.
When I finished he asked me:
"If you don't mind son how much was this thing you just went on? In fact it doesn't matter, you could have paid 100 times the price and got great value by the sound of you, I just wish I was there to experience it with you."
I just replied “Try 1,000,000 times and then some.
Thanks dad, I love you, but this was an experience I had to see for myself.”
He laughed and went “You are absolutely right son, savour it for you, you deserve it. You better get into your bed, just know that whatever you need, consider it done, I have always got you, but you have got it all yourself.”
At this point I had to open the car door and get some fresh air and kinda stumbled towards the bonnet of the car to hold me and the only way I can describe was.....
I was in a completely state of grace and wholeness, I was the car, I was the ground, I was the rain, there was absolutely nothing missing because I realised there never was.
NOW FOR THE REAL MIRACLE......
As I continued to Expand my Consciousness and open my heart it wasn’t long before I had a profound epiphany around my life purpose. I committed myself to building a legacy business that served people at the highest level
But also afforded my family financial freedom, without sacrificing my relationships or health.
As I began applying the wisdom of my mentors and highest self, nothing could’ve prepared me for what happened next…
I was CANCER FREE in 12 weeks!
After refusing surgery from the plastic surgeon they could not find any cancer in my body.
Now I am not making any radical claims here, but for ME, my truth was, as soon as I shifted my DDT and connected to my core calling, my cancer started going into remission ....
It was almost like I had cleansed my physical and emotional being of toxins… and the tumour was successfully removed without incident ....
As I reflected, the truth slowly dawned on me… my years of negative thinking, my guilt, my fear, my resentment, my anger, my frustration, my self loathing, my inauthenticity…paranoid and controlling outlook on life had all caught up with me.
BUT ALL THE TRAGEDIES NOW MADE SENSE.......
I MEAN HOW THE HELL COULD I EVER BE HAPPILY EVER AFTER IF MY D.D.T. WAS I WAS A DISAPPOINTMENT AND WAS UNWORTHY OF LOVE & LIFE???
I have spent the last 10 years trying to describe the moment I had with my 1st Mentor and can never fully articulate into words as it is something that is completely experiential and a profound freedom and peace that everyone should experience.
I can talk around the moment but I can't really do the moment itself justice.
What I can tell you though, is it awaits EVERY human being!!!
This moment awaits every human being and it was in those moments of that evening that everything I do in my career and within my vision and core calling was birthed in that night of core discovery.
It awaits you too........
Everyday, as I shower I’m reminded of why I am alive and how grateful I am for the opportunity to help people just like you which is why I dedicate my life to helping others shift their own Deepest Dominant Thought and Core Wound.
