Your freedom comes from within

I won’t let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It’s the one good thing that I’ve got
I won’t let you down
So please don’t give me up
‘Cause I would really, really love to stick around, oh yeah

I’m in the business of empowering people and assisting them in lifting themselves up to the life they feel belongs to them. When I think about what it would look like for me to let someone down, the thing that keeps coming back is that if I ever quit what I do. I can think of more than a few who have told me on too many occasions to never stop because of what I did for them.

People have invested in me as much as I’ve invested in them in the emotional strength we share. A strength built on a connection of pure love. A connection built on not giving up no matter where your life or mine is in the moment that is now.

I think about the last sound I heard that gave me something to believe in and have faith in. It’s Brother from the Mother ship. He has a powerful voice and the lyrics he seeks to bring to life with his voice are truly inspiring. I have faith in the sound of his music and the trans-formative effect it has already been having on me.

I use music quite a bit to help maintain and re-align my view of life and what I am doing with and about mine.

Each of us has someone or few people in our lives that are a source of inspiration. People who get us to look inward and see what they see in us and encourage us to bring more of that to the surface. My life is blessed to have several who love me greatly and are always bringing better and better out of me by showing me what they see that inspires them.

I work at making sure I’m doing the same for them.

These are the people I love to have around me.

Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn’t know what I wanted to be
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
But today the way I play the game is not the same
No way
Think I’m gonna get myself happy

I joined the US Air Force at 17 after graduating High School 6 months early. I had no clue what I wanted to do and the idea of more school was totally unappealing to me.

As time went on in life and I moved from military life back to civilian life I found the desire to win that rat race so many run and to wear nice clothes and live in a nice home.

I had it too.

At 23 I was managing 350 people and generating $30-50 million dollars a month in sales for my companies client after I edited and rewrote some of their sales scripts. My company was getting $2-3 million dollars a month from the client due to how efficiently I ran my phone sales floor as a manager.

Where it all went down hill was a pretty face that broke my heart.

Today I don’t play games, I play the players.

One of my skills allows me to “mirror” people. I have a good idea of their intent and have an annoying way of cutting them off at the pass. It freaks people out when I call them out for what they are doing.

To them there is no way I should have a clue.

I get myself happy when I see the growth take place in front of me as I work with clients. Over the last few years I have worked with more than a thousand people as they worked at empowering themselves to be who they are and find the joy in their life or walk away from the misery. It was more of a temporary partnership and the hardest thing I face on a professional level is often clients want to stay around in my life and I appreciate them each and every one for so much more than that.

It’s bitter sweet for me when they reach that point where they no longer need me. I truly care about each and everyone of them however there are others who need what I do and I move on. What makes me happy is when I do hear from them from time to time and they tell me where they are in life and how much better their life has become.

All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me

As a species we are obsessed with the concept of “mine.”

My parents, my kids, my friends, my car, my house, my cat, my wife, my husband.

The only thing we truly own is our view of life.

Even these bodies we are simply using to enjoy the human ride while we are here before we go back to where ever it is that helps you sleep better at night.

I say my clients at times, I don’t own them, they don’t own me even though they do pay me.

Your company does not own you.

We belong to ourselves and we share who that is because if we think about giving it to someone then we give them power over us. We unknowingly often attempt to take power over others without realizing it.

I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I stopped the show
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone I forgot to be

Whether we like to admit or not, we put on a show for people frequently in life.

We show them what we think will bring them in and keep them around.

We show them we are here and nothings wrong.

We show them everything except what is going on inside.

Stop the show and look within to see who you forgot to be.

For me, I sometimes to forget to simply be me as I get too focused on work and need to remember the little things I do that often touch lives I will never see in a session however needed it anyway.

You have no idea how many lives you’ve touched or inspired. Most of us have no clue. Were too busy simply being who we are from deep inside to care about numbers such as those.

It’s the number 1 that means the most to me.

Not being number 1, moving from 1 to another, 1 at a time.

You’ve got to give for what you take

There are so many ways to interpret this last one that I leave it up to you to tell me what it means to you to give the freedom you take.


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