Anything that we do as human beings, whether it be a sporting event, starting a business, going to college or simply deciding to venture out on your own away from home for the first time.
ANY TASK YOU CHOOSE TO UNDERTAKE, OR ANY FIGHT YOU CHOOSE TO FIGHT. 90% OF WHAT IT TAKES TO ATTAIN YOUR GOAL, NO MATTER WHAT THAT GOAL MAYBE, IS ALL MENTAL.
AND FROM THAT FEAR IS THE KEY TO IT ALL! IF YOU CAN CONTROL YOUR FEAR YOU CAN CONTROL YOUR MIND, AND IF YOU CAN CONTROL YOUR MIND YOU CAN CONTROL YOUR LIFE.
If you can understand that everything we do as human beings are 90% mental, and 10% physical, you understand the secret to life. And you will do well, at whatever you choose to do! For myself, somehow using the Silva Mind Control methods, I had the ability to picture myself performing extraordinary feats on the playing field, and then somehow accomplishing them in reality with ease, just like it was second nature.
Don’t think, just do.
June 1982– My parents, when they were still together, had invested in several houses in the area, and rented them out as supplemental income. In June of 1982, my mother, my self and my sister move into the house we used to rent out in Ramsey, and put the house we just left on the market for sale (basically my father moved into one house we owned in Waldwick, we moved into the other house in Ramsey, and my parents sold the “big” house in Ho-Ho-Kus we all used to live in and split the money in the divorce). Our “new” house in Ramsey was located only about 10 minutes from the old house in Ho-Ho-Kus but it was in a different school district. I am 12 years old and going into 7th grade. Also starting in a new school.
July 11th, 1983– My mother had been dating a man whose name was Walter Johnson. They had been seeing each other for the past 2 years or so and were engaged to be married. My parent’s had finalized their divorce earlier that year, he had been separated from his wife for about 4 years. On July 11th, 1983, Mr. Johnson went over to his soon to be x-wife’s house to sign and finalize their divorce papers. Unknown to Mr. Johnson, his soon to be x-wife (Sally Johnson) had stolen a .357 magnum pistol from her brother.
What happened next was the following, Mr. Johnson was hunched over at his desk in the basement of his old house signing the divorce papers. Sally Johnson came up behind him and said “If I cannot have you no one else will” and shot him in the back of his head. He died instantly, and when the police finally found him two days later his head had been completely blown off his body.
EVERY WORD OF THIS UNFORTUNATELY IS ALL TRUE.
His name again was Walter Johnson. He was the Director for Senior Executive Personnel for the EXXON Oil Corp. New York office. He was killed on July 11th, 1983 in Ridgewood, New Jersey. He was my mother’s fiancee.
My mother, for the next several years, was beyond any rational means of description in terms of hysteria and grieving. Her German friend Astrid was a great help in her time of need. What this did to me however was the following. As a 12 year boy, coming home from school and seeing and hearing your mother crying every day, AND ALL DAY and then ALL NIGHT, AND EVERY NIGHT is very hard on a 12-year-old boy.
She was beyond the word devastated. So, obviously, at the time, I’m not too anxious to go home after school. For a while, I got into some trouble (hanging out with the wrong crowd that sort of thing). Then I discovered my new passion, working out and WEIGHTLIFTING! It became an obsession. In the 7th grade, I began working out every day. I would ride my bike up to the high school everyday and workout for hours, and I mean 2 to 3 hours every day (anything to avoid going home)!
Dec 1983– From the start, I was an exceptionally strong kid. Again, somehow I just had the ability to picture doing something in my mind (see my self doing it) and then do it in real life. Using the Silva mind control I would lay in bed and mentally go through the next day’s workout.
For example, I would go to my “level” and concentrate. I would picture myself bench pressing 195 for 10 reps, then 205 for 8, 215 for 6, etc.. I bench pressed 305 pounds in the 8th grade. This was more than anyone in high school could do. Needless to say, I was HATED by all the high school upperclassmen football players before I even got into high school. I am 14 years old and in the 8th grade. I also set the grade school high jump record (5′-10″) and tied the 60, 100, and 200-yard dash records.