You are probably wondering why one website would feature Confessions of an Aspiring Author, and a Healing Coach. Let me break them down and explain. The main reason is this is who I am.  The title Rebuild Shattered Dreams is a book that I wrote about my journey of being abandoned at the age of four. What amazing lessons on life, I learned.

I learned how to stop sabotaging myself and build the kind of life, I desire. Even when life throws you a curve, I found what I learned from my past very valuable. On November 10, 2008, I was diagnosed with grade three – Invasive Ductal Carcinoma or in other word – Breast Cancer. You are always shocked but it took me only five minutes to bring my life back into focus and feel okay about my challenge. I was back in control again.

In this book, I wrote about my experiences as a lost soul, abandoned and unwanted at the age of four. In my life, I learned the principles that bring you peace and protected from pain, fear, anger, guilt or frustration. With my emotional scars removed, I was free to decided how I was going to handle my Breast Cancer. No old programing interfered with my choices. I was free to choose peace and love. Every second of my life is filled with it. My invisible prisons are gone and they did not return with the news of cancer.

Breast Cancer is a new twist in my life. It doesn’t need to a negative one. I’m looking forward to see where it is going to take my family and I. There is always a silver lining in any situation. I’m deeply grateful to know exactly how to open it. I am truly in control of my life and it feel great even though I have a foreign substance inside of me, trying to kill me.

I’m so grateful that I have learned how to remove my emotional scars and change my Core Beliefs. Our family is very fearful of cancer but I am not. I embrace it and I feel a deep peace. Those around me feel it too. You radiate out your feeling and thoughts and others feel it. If you want to join me on this adventure, you can go to My Journal at the top of the website to read more.

Last week, I was diagnosed with a grade three Invasive Ductal Carcinoma or in other words—Breast Cancer. Everyone knows Cancer is a hard and lonely road. The disease combined with the treatments is rough. Everything, I have experienced in my life has prepared me for this moment. I found myself feeling humble, knowing just how to handle each and every moment. I’m so grateful for my past because now I can draw on it to guide me through these dark days.

Hearing the word Cancer, I associate death to it. I’ve heard other people say when you are faced with a possible death. Your regrets flash into your mind and I had one. My one and only regret was that I hadn’t had enough fun in my life.  I saw that I had wished or worried most of the time away. I hadn’t really enjoyed each and every moment.

Before I was always thinking about what I needed to do and wishing I had something done or I was at another stage of my life. Kids can push you to wishing that you were at another stage of life.

Worry is a haunting thought. It’s easy to attach worry to everything, especially when it is out of your control. I’m so glad I finely had learned how to eliminate it from my life. I wasn’t even tempted to go there when I heard the word cancer.

My heart ached to have fun and I knew that I couldn’t experience the two emotions at the same time. I had to choose. It took me all of ten seconds to choose fun. I decided that I was going to have fun with every moment and focus on the small miracles around you. A grandchild says his first word and accomplishes his first step. I’ve learned years ago that a positive attitude gives you peace and incredible strengths. Negative rips you apart and can destroy your life.

My choice of being positive has humbled me. It is so powerful. You need to experience it to completely understand it. Being positive, I’m witnessing small miracles all around me. I might see fear in the eyes of those I love and it gives me something to compare my growth too. It feels wonderful to know that how power handling adversity properly. I’m grateful for this experience.

In my book, HOW TO REBUILD SHATTERED DREAMS, I talk about how to do it and it is wonderful to know that the principles are very powerful in your life. When you embrace your shattered dreams, you have peace. Fear, anxiety, depression, and anger all trap you in a cage. It is humbling to be able to measure how much freedom I am experiencing. It doesn’t matter what I go through, I will just fine. Everything is just a moment if you know how to embrace it.

I do not know if I’m going to live long afterward or how the medicines will affect me from getting rid of the cancer. It really doesn’t matter. What does matter is I forgive myself for developing the cancer and accept with love the moment. I feel peace with every possible path this cancer might take me into.

I’ll write a week article on how what is happening in my life with my Breast Cancer.

I want to thank everyone for your support and prayers. It has been so humbling to see how many strangers care. I deeply appreciate it and I want you all to know it. My life has really been a roller coaster and I really need to get you caught up.

There are different kinds of breast cancer and I have a very aggressive and fast moving cancer. It is called Her2+. They need to run a base line tests so they know how to attack the cancer and see how my body is being affected. The cancer doesn’t want to wait. It has its own agenda.

It has quickly moved to a stage four. This means, the cancer is out of my breast. The pet scan showed it is in bones and liver. They are not doing a mastectomy first. We are starting with Chemo and it will start tomorrow.

Since, I last wrote. I have had a brain MRI, breast MRI, soft tissue cat scan, complete bone scan, heart scan, specific areas scan, bone biopsy and surgery for a port to be placed in my chest underneath the skin. This cancer is unforgiving and they need to stop it now. I’m looking forward to Chemo tomorrow. I have just two scans today and I’m finished for a while.

Another reason, I didn’t write. I went to Disneyland for the holidays. We had it planned to go there before I learned about cancer. I was going with two of my children and seven grandchildren. It was really special even though, it was a little hard. I had my bone biopsy on Tuesday and flew out Wednesday for the magic kingdom. We returned on Monday just in time to have two more scans.

Again, I want to thank everyone for your prayers. I need them. This is going to be interesting to see just how my life will play out. They want to put me on Herceptin and according to the paper they gave me. You are very tired. They are also trying to get me into a study where I will be able to receive some new medicine that isn’t on the market yet.

I have started my chemo and it is a blessing. Yes, it is tough but I’m lucky to have it. Since, I’m at the Huntsman Cancer Center at the Mckay-Dee Hospital, I get to participate in a study with a new drug. I’m lucky they are testing this new drug for my cancer. Since, they couldn’t remove my breast. I can easily see and feel the tumor and it rapidly shrinking.

It has been only twelve days and the tumor is half the size it was before. I’m so grateful to be apart of this new drug. Every time, I wonder if I can live with the side effects of the regular cancer medicine, they are giving me. I think of how fast my tumor is shrinking. IT will be interesting to what the doctor says on Dec. 23rd. He hasn’t seen it. I will tell you what happens with him next time.

Thank you for your support. For books and help with getting through the side effects of chemo, click here.

Jasper tried to shout, but the hand didn’t move. He started to fight his captor when he heard the same sonorous voice. It sounded so deep and rich as it spoke to him. “JASPER, DON’T MOVE. YOU’RE IN GREAT DANGER. BY STANDING STILL, YOU’LL LIVE.” A wonderful, peaceful feeling consumed him, and he relaxed. He didn’t realize that it was the white Stone talking to him and affecting his emotions.

Looking up, he found a small hole that showed him a small piece of the sky. A streak of purple light filled the hole and then he heard a whining sound. The whining became higher as it started to sound like a baby crying mixed with high-pitched cries.

Quickly, he surmised there were words mixed in with the weird sounds.
*
Buster had entered the house soon after he saw Jasper running through the backyard. His mother was sipping a cold drink at the table. Seeing him, she asked, “Are you hungry? I should have lunch ready soon.”
“I’m starved,” Buster replied, looking around the kitchen. Stopping at her, he added, “Do you want me to get Jamie?”
“Yes, and would you get your brother?”
“Oh, Mom, I don’t want to chase him down, too!”
“What do you mean? He’s just up in his room.”
“No, he isn’t. I just saw him running through the backyard a few minutes ago.”
“You what?!”

Buster tried not to smile. If Mom didn’t know Jasper was gone, then his little brother had broken his timeout. I guess there’s a first time for everything, Buster thought with a grin. He’s in for it now!
She ran from the room while ordering Buster to get Jamie, his sister. When she arrived at the top of the stairs, Jasper’s mother found his door slightly open. Pushing it open, she saw the room was empty.

Running to the window, she wanted to see where Jasper had gone. Immediately, she saw the smoke from the crash swirling heavenward. Now, she knew what had lured her son away. How could he just run off like that? She knew he was having a tough day, but sneaking out was not like Jasper.

Not seeing him, she decided to go look for him herself, when a shadow fell across the yard. She pressed forward against the glass, looking up. Her heart almost stopped beating. Above their house, a huge ship slowly glided over them, moving toward the grove.

Even though she didn’t share her younger son’s enthusiasm for the military, she knew what it was. She had been a teenager when the war broke out, and had spent many sleepless nights wondering when a Galaxy Creeper would come and destroy everything she loved. That was the reason she had insisted that her family move to the countryside. It added a long commute, but maybe—just maybe—if the war reached the planet Suzair, the enemy wouldn’t bother to hunt down every little farmhouse.

Maybe it’s one of our ship’s doing a training exercise, she told herself. She bit her lip to keep from panicking and watched the massive ship move menacingly overhead. The Galaxy Creeper was the largest ship flying in the war. It had a crew of over a thousand people. They didn’t sport outer markings that quickly identified them as belonging to I-Force or KOGN. Still, there were ways that one could tell. She watched, trembling, looking for the clues. She let out a cry when she saw the small marking that said the hovering monstrosity was clearly part of the enemy KOGN and not I-Force.

The planet Suzair was under the protection of the Interplanetary Force or I-Force, for short. For a ship from the King of the Galaxy Nations or the KOGN to appear so brazenly could only bode ill. She ran from the room, wanting to protect her son.

Please Jasper, this time I hope you didn’t go to those trees, she thought, sliding down the stairs. She regained control without falling and moved to the last step. Immediately, she headed through the kitchen and out the back door. She ran into the backyard yelling Jasper’s name. Behind her, Jamie and Buster huddled at the kitchen window, watching the Galaxy Creeper.

Her voice caught in her throat when she saw the sudden purple flash of an indigo transport beam arc from the ship to the ground. Tears came to her eyes. “Please, don’t take my child,” Jasper’s mother cried in a weak voice.
“Mom!” Buster’s voice cut through her despair. She quickly returned to her other children and joined them inside. They all gathered at the window in fear, clutching each other. Little Jamie had tears streaming down her cheeks. Buster was pale.
She hugged her other children, wishing their father were home.
*
Jasper was frustrated listening to the high-pitched voice. It was irritating and he couldn’t understand everything. The men talking to it stopped yelling, and they all seemed to be silent.

A different sound was now heard around him. It was a clinking sound that he had never heard before. The sounds let him know that there were a lot of people walking among the trees. The clinking sound seemed to get louder and closer to him. Then it seemed to go past them and faded off into the distance.
The high-pitched whine of a huge engine overhead replaced the other sound. Jasper tried to twist his head to look up at the sky, but the man held him tighter, warning him not to move. Suspecting a spaceship was near, Jasper wished he could see it.

He jumped when he heard, “We found it!” Then he heard feet running past them. Jasper could feel his captor breathing in a slow, measured rhythm. It seemed to comfort him.
He heard, “It’s just the box! Where is the white Stone?”
Another voice countered, “We aren’t picking it up.”
A new voice said, “There’s a house nearby, sir. Do you think they found it?”
Someone interrupted, “Sir. They say I-Force has entered the atmosphere.”
“Secure the structure immediately, and anybody within a half-mile radius. I want that white Stone now. Move!”

Jasper wondered what they meant by secure the structure. His attention was diverted to a noise in the distance. It made a rumbling sound, and the ground underneath their feet trembled because of it. Jasper so wanted to see what was happening and struggled to get away. Looking up, he saw the sky was purple and then it turned a light amber. At the same time, a mechanical shriek pierced the grove, followed by a swishing sound. Then everything fell silent.

The hand on Jasper’s mouth loosened and the man holding him stepped back, pulling his cloak away from Jasper’s body. Jasper’s knees buckled from the sudden release, and he slumped down to the ground. Quickly, he turned around, leaning against the tree. Before him stood a man that he knew had held him.

The man was tall with white hair that he wore a little long in the back. His eyes were a still blue, with small wrinkles at the corners that reminded Jasper of his own grandfather. The man looked to be in his mid-sixties, but Jasper knew that his body was lean and strong. There was concern in his face, and Jasper wondered what would happen to him now. Was this man with the others? If not, who was he? … Was he the KOGN?

Jasper wanted desperately to go home. The drive that had pushed him towards the forest was gone. Watching the white-haired man carefully, he stood and started to run.
The grove of trees that he knew so well seemed to whisper he was going the wrong way, but it didn’t stop him. His desire to get away brought him to the edge of the trees. At last, he halted. Amazed at what was before him, he thought for a moment that he had stepped into another place and time. There at his feet lay a wide, black swath cut into the soil that seemed to go for a long way. At the end, Jasper could see the smoldering wreck of a Star Skipper. The trees were right; he had gone the wrong way.

In his heart, he knew that he should start running in the opposite direction, but his curiosity was getting the better of him as he stared at the wreckage. It was the closest he had ever been to a real spaceship. As he looked at the twisted metal and the half-melted shell, he found the scene hypnotic.

Jasper jumped when he heard feet walking behind him again. Whirling around, he saw the white-haired man had followed him. This time Jasper recognized that he was wearing an I-Force uniform, his cloak flowing with each step.

Stopping in front of the boy, his eyes seemed to sparkle with life as he spoke. “Son, you can’t stay here. It’s too dangerous for you now. They’ll come back for you.”
“Why?”
“Because you have the white Stone that they are looking for.”
“I don’t have a white Stone. I don’t know what you are talking about,” shouted Jasper with all innocence. He had no memory of the white Stone. The man’s voice gave Jasper the courage he needed to run again. His desires were strong to get to the safety of his home.

Entering the grove, he headed for his house. Quickly, he realized something was wrong. The grove of trees was covered in a cloud of dust. Everything looked eerie and unrecognizable. He choked and coughed, picking his way among the trees. Trunks and branches loomed through the grayness. Evil shapes and shadows seemed to taunt him.

Finally, he stopped for a minute to pull the bottom of his shirt up over his mouth to breathe more easily. He stood peering through the dust in search of something that looked familiar, but recognized nothing.

As his tears formed little trails in the dust on his cheeks, despair felt more stifling than the air settling over Jasper. I want to go home, he cried inside.
“TURN TO YOUR RIGHT A LITTLE AND START WALKING. YOU WILL FIND WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR,” soothed the Master Stone in his pocket.

Jasper didn’t question the voice as it kept him quiet and feeling calm again. He headed to where the voice told him to find his home. The voice kept encouraging him every time he felt discouraged. The dust had thinned out, when he reached the stream that ran across the meadow. Jasper knew exactly where he was. He jumped it and excitedly ran towards his home.

Coming out of the dust at his backyard, Jasper stopped stunned. This was his backyard, but the shed and the house were gone! In place of the shed was a smooth patch of dirt, as if the whole thing had simply been picked up. Where his house had been, there was a giant hole.

Jasper walked to the edge of the hole. It was several feet deep. The sides and bottom were smooth except where a stream of water was dripping out on the far side. The water was coming from the underground pipe that ran to the house, and it looked as if it had been sheered off as cleanly as the dirt and shrubs and grass at the edge of the hole.

Jasper just stared at the water as it continued to splash into the hole. Where was his house? Where were his mom and Jamie and Buster? Jasper began running around the yard searching for any sign of his family. Nobody answered his cries. After several frantic minutes, Jasper collapsed on the grass in fear, shock, and fatigue. His mind kept repeating his wonders. Where was his house? His family? His father wouldn’t be home for hours yet. How could he get word to his father? Does he know about this?

A soothing familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. “Son, you have to leave now.”
Jasper faced the same white-haired man walking across the lawn toward him. “Come with me to my ship, and we’ll find your family,” assured the man.
Should he trust this stranger? The man was wearing an I-force uniform.
“JASPER. GO WITH HIM. YOU NEED TO HURRY AND GET OUT OF HERE.” It was the same calming voice that calmed him in the grove of trees. Jasper didn’t move and the voice added, “HE WILL PROTECT YOU AND KEEP YOU SAFE UNTIL I-FORCE CAN BRING YOUR FAMILY BACK. YOU WILL FIND YOUR FAMILY, IF YOU GO WITH HIM.”

Jasper felt peace from the hypnotic voice. Standing, he headed for the man as he left for the meadow. The white-haired man led him back through the meadow, but in a different direction.  Jasper followed the man for some time in peace as they wandered in and out of the different groves of trees. He stayed very close behind him. Eventually, however, Jasper grew tired of the silence.

So he ran up to the man’s side and asked, “Where are we going?”
“My ship,” the man replied with a smile.
“Why aren’t they coming for you?”
“I don’t want them to get shot down like I was.”
“Was that your Star Skipper?”
“Yes.”
“Was anyone else on board?”
“No. I was the only one.”
“Where did all of the other men come from?”
“My, aren’t we brimming with curiosity.” The man paused as if considering something. “The other men were from a Galaxy Creeper,” he finally said.
“Did they take my family?”
“Yes.”

The man started to walk again with Jasper staying beside him. He continued, “I heard people walking around us and they were afraid of I-Force. Why couldn’t they see us?”
“You’re full of questions! And bright, too. How old are you?”
“I’m seven years old. How old are you?”
“Old.”
“You look old.”
The man smiled. “Thank you.”
He repeated, “Why did the KOGN come here and take my family?”
The man knew he couldn’t tell him if he didn’t remember the white Stone. He had already asked him about it and the boy seemed to not remember it. The man expected it and wanted to make sure the Stone was safe, with Jasper forgetting about it. He took the boy all because of the Stone. He saw him pick it up.

Changing subjects, the man asked, “What is your name?”
“Jasper. What’s your name?”
“My name is Dapper.”
He pointed at the insignia on Dapper’s uniform and stated, “You’re a general in I-Force, aren’t you?”
“You are right.”
“Someday I’m going to join I-force and fly one of your spaceships.” Dapper’s lip twitched at that. Jasper repeated, “How come the KOGN soldiers didn’t find us?”

“You’re persistent,” stated Dapper, looking at him. He told him that he had a secret weapon that enabled them to be unseen. Actually, the general had the ability to become invisible for himself only. Knowing the boy had the Stone, he chanced the Stone would help him hide the boy too. It did.
He didn’t want the boy to know that he had mastered the ability. It was a secret that only a few knew about. For the boy’s safety, Dapper didn’t want to tell him the complete truth.

After Dapper told him what he did, Jasper seemed to stop questioning him. They walked on and Jasper seemed to lag behind. So Dapper stopped and asked him if he was hungry or thirsty. Jasper’s head bobbled up and down. Dapper reached into a small compartment on his belt to retrieve something for him.

He pulled out a white substance that Dapper called field food. Jasper quickly took it, but Dapper pulled it back. He saw blood on the boy’s hands. He motioned him over to a tree and they sat. The general put the food back and took out a disposable wet cloth. He wiped Jasper’s hand, seeing it only made the cut bleed more.

Jasper told him that he got it earlier in the day and his mother had put a second skin on it. Somehow, Jasper had torn it off and Dapper guessed it happened when he tried to fight to get away from him.
The general applied medicine and a second skin over it so it would be protected. Then he gave Jasper the field food. Jasper ate while he watched Dapper take the washcloth and rub it between the palms of his hands. When he pulled them apart, it had disappeared. Jasper wanted to know how it happened and Dapper explained the friction changed the washcloth into solid gases and disappeared.

Dapper explained that I-Force never left anything behind so they couldn’t be tracked easily. Jasper asked him questions while he ate. He was surprised that the field food took care of his thirst and hunger.

They got up and Jasper noticed other objects on Dapper’s weapons belt. It started him on a new path of questions.
He asked, “Dapper, in one of my books it says I-Force soldiers carry six knives. I don’t see any knives on your weapons belt.”

The general removed a short four-inch stick that fit nicely in his hand. Suddenly, a knife blade appeared and it was replaced with a new one. Dapper went through all six blades. Jasper didn’t see him touch anything that would cause the blades to appear and disappear. So he asked how he did it.

Dapper explained to him about harmony. In the military especially, a person needed to feel the energy waves of their equipment. Once in harmony, they would ask the equipment to perform.  He told him that he would see it a lot on the ship. Everything the captains did to fly the ship was done that way.

The general was impressed that the boy knew their blaster had military purposes. They could fire a laser blast, project a time, or just light up so they could see in the dark. He was even aware of their field glasses. Dapper showed him how they could activate them to talk with others in the field. They could ask them to show things from a great distance up close. This was called long view. Jasper even knew about the glasses’ abilities to form a black light to show them metallic substances that were hidden. He didn’t know about the glasses’ ability to let someone see perfectly at night, and they protected their eyes from the sun’s rays.

There was another thing Jasper knew about that surprised Dapper. They had a red stone with their equipment that made the knives leave and go. They called it an energy stone and only the military had them.

Dapper felt the signal of his ship getting stronger. He knew they would be there soon. He glanced at Jasper to see the boy wrapping his arms around himself. The general looked over at the sun quickly disappearing behind the hills. He sighed to know that it would be dark soon and they wouldn’t make it to his ship in time.

Looking at Jasper, he told him to come in close and he would share his cloak. The boy clung to it, relieved to get some warmth. When the last golden rays of light slipped behind the horizon, Dapper said, “Stay very close to me, Jasper; I can’t give you a light. There are spies out and about, and I don’t know if they are KOGN or I-Force’s.”

Jasper cuddled in closer to Dapper after his words. He was afraid of spies. Johnny and he had made up some great story about spies in their games and adventures. With cloud cover, a storm seemed to be coming in. It was going to be a cold night and with the two moons being hidden, it was going to be dark.

Dapper went slower than he wanted. It was very important that he got this boy back to the ship, since he was carrying the white Stone. The general wondered how long it would take for the boy to remember the Stone. He knew he couldn’t touch it. The Stone would come to him when it was ready.

Suddenly, they reached a small clearing. Dapper stopped abruptly and acted nervous. Jasper couldn’t hear anything but…a soft humming sound. He sharply looked up at Dapper when he started to hum softly in a different tone. It almost sounded musical to him. The general surprised him by pulling him in and wrapped his cloak completely around him. Jasper was about to ask what they were doing, when he removed his cloak. The boy immediately grabbed a hold of it and wrapped it around as best he could. He wanted back the warmth from being underneath Dapper’s cloak.

He could hear people walking, but he couldn’t see anyone. Dapper hummed in a musical tone and it was returned. With the sounds coming closer, Jasper was scared. He moved closer to Dapper and asked, “Are they spies?”

He didn’t answer but he put his hand over the boy’s mouth. The cloak went around him and he stopped breathing to hear footsteps. They became louder with each minute. Jasper wondered what it would feel like to be shot with a blaster. He could feel Dapper reaching for his.
Suddenly, the humming started again and it sounded like it was right next to them. Dapper let go of Jasper and said, “I’m here.”

Jasper peered up at a group of men surrounding them. One of the moons started to rise from the clouds, allowing him to see something. One of the men moved his hands quickly and Dapper responded to him the same way.

Dapper looked down at the boy and whispered, “Stay with me. We need to hurry. There are spies in the area.”
Jasper nodded as he looked at the rising moon.

Have you ever felt betrayed? The other day, I met a woman whose husband cheated on her numerous times. They attempted to divorce, but they ended up staying together. He changed and started to straighten out his life.

Yet for her, she suffered by reliving the feeling of his betrayal every time the phone rang at night, even though it was a friend or one of their children. The pain of the betrayal went deep for her to the point she couldn’t watch a movie or program where relationships were involved. This was her way of trying to heal from the pain. Hide from it! She avoided anything that reminded her of love, warmth, and affection.

The point to my story is she gave up trying to handle it herself and asked me for help. After one hour, she walked out of my office with her heart healed. The pain was gone and she had freedom to move on with her life. We do not realize how deep we can hurt each other. Was it her husband who really hurt her or was it herself?

There is more to this story. When I agreed to help her, I expected her problems started from her husband cheating on her. The mind is always surprising. When I sent her mind to the origin of her first feeling of betrayal, she found herself at the age of five.

At this tender age, she made a decision to how to handle betrayal. Apparently, she decided to be deeply hurt and hold onto her pain. Trust and many other issues came into the decision at the age of five. The miracle here is we changed her core belief or decision on how to handle betrayal. It automatically removed all her pain from her husband. We never addressed the issues with him.

In replacing her core decision, she made a strong new core belief to replace the old on. The new belief empowered her beyond her realization. Now, the mind will channel everything in her life through this new core belief decision. The new belief will allow her to enjoy her life like it was before she ever tasted the betrayal. Yet today, she has retained all the valuable lessons one gains by going through the experiences.

As for her husband, he is coming to see me so he can remove his triggers that seem to destroy his life. He wants the same benefits that his wife has found. Along with addictions to certain emotions, he has other destructive behaviors that keep him from having a happy and healthy life. It will be interesting to watch the changes in him. He has an apointment to see me in a few days. I’ll let you know what happens with him.

They both have read my book HOW TO REBUILD SHATTERED DREAMS. This is what modivated them to see me. You might find something in it for you. You can order it for $14.95 on this site or any Internet site.

In the past, money was in control of me. The first three words in the first sentence are important. You can change anything about yourself in a few minutes, if you know how to do it. In the past, cash seemed to burn a hold in my pocket. The feelings would haunt me until I spent it. Every time I promised myself to save money, the need to spend it only heightened.

With age, my desires were to be wise and save. Every time I tried to implement it into my life, I was met with a stronger desire to missus its true possibilities. I wanted money to bring security and peace into my life. Instead, I never could bring myself to save it. I felt like a failure because I couldn’t do what I knew would bring me security and peace.

How did I change It? After I learned how to change past thoughts, I changed the decisions regarding money. I found I had made those decisions when in diapers. Afterward, I went from scarity to abundance. It felt great to look at something and know I could buy it, but refusing to. Every time I do this, I feel my personal power increase.

In the process of changing my attitudes on money, I found other aspects of it that I never appreciated before. I realized money had values and I should treat it with respect. You are probably wondering what I mean by this statement of value. Some of us make the mistake of allowing money to be the measuring stick of what we are. We judge ourselves of being worthy by the things that we own.

Changing your attitudes in a couple of different areas can rectify this mistake and I’m not going to do it here. It is a part of my seminars, since I talk about the possibilities of reprogramming your mind. I had someone come to me with a challenge.

He had some major problems with money and he was seeking help. This person had the capabilities to go through college and get by with little studying to achieve straight A’s. Expect he flunked in two areas: economics and some math courses.

We found when he was in diapers he made the decision to not understand money or numbers. As an adult, the decision created a ceiling of achievement for him. He could never make enough money to get past a certain number. If he came close to it, then he would sabotage himself. Also with all this heart, he would try to understand the number and basic economics. Every time someone wold begin to explain it to him.

I coached him through the process of removing the blocks and reprogramming his mind for success. Within an hour, he was free to take in the knowledge and understand. It will be interesting to watch and see how his life changes.

Before we changed his thoughts, he was a slave to money. With him not understanding how money worked, he would be working for it until the day he dies and always be in debt. Saving money was impossible just like it was for me. Now, he has the freedom to make wise decision instead of following his past choices, he made in diapers.

What challenge do you have? Let me know adn we will talk about it. I would like to hear from you.

I’m a published author with four books and two more on the way. They say it is easy to become a published author. Yet, it can be very difficult. For this amount of money, we can help make the experience easier for you. Is it really true? 

People come up to me all the time and tell me that they have a story they want to have published. I see apprehension and excitement in their eyes and I know what they are feeling. When I decided to get my story published, I found it daunting.

As a friend, I want to do something different here. I’m going to be blunt and tell you what it’s really like. If you still want to become a published author, as a friend, I will mentor you through the maze. You can get really hurt emotionally and it is easy to pour money down the drain. I will tell you what it’s like to be picked up by a publisher or to become self-published. You can read the material and decide for yourself.

Many seasoned authors are choosing to follow the self-publishing route. You might want to read why in my free e-book, “What Does it Take to Become a Successful Published Author.” If you really want to become a published author, then you can join me and I’ll mentor you through the process. Before I mentor you, I want you to understand the advantages of both sides of the publishing world. That way you can make an intelligent decision and understand what I’m telling you.

When I decided to enter the industry, it was very overwhelming. For help, I turned to a few books. The first book I read was written by a literary agent and he was very discouraging. According to his book, he receives 5000 requests a week for his services. You can only imagine how many rejection letters he sent out on a daily basis. A literary agent will not take a new author unless they find a publisher first. Most publishers will not look at you without a literary agent.

After reading numerous books, I decided to publish my book myself. With my background, I probably have put more deals together than some literary agents. The biggest problem with self-publishing is you can and usually do make expensive mistakes. This is why I decided to mentor people. I would have loved if someone reached out and talked me through the process when I started. It cost me money and it was very emotional. I never felt so alone in a business as I did during this time of my learning.

Since I love to learn, I decided to go out and see if the books were telling me the truth. I hired someone to get me into some important places. My journey started in New York City. On this trip, I saw and spoke with people who educated me.

The first person I saw in New York City was an associated editor at Scholastic Magazine, named Lisa Feder-Feitel. As we got off the elevator, Scholastic’s offices took me back. I didn’t expect the bright colors and the décor. For a moment, I felt like I was in an elementary school. I had expected to sit in an office. Instead, we sat down at a table where our knees barely touched the edge of it. I expected any minute to have kids join us with their crayons and coloring books. It was really fun and Lisa was very warm and wonderful to talk with.

On this trip, I visited with Mark Schoenwald, an Executive Vice President of Thomas Nelson Publishers. I learned how a large publisher works and how they view new authors. You can read more in my e-book.

My visits didn’t stop with Thomas Nelson Publishers. I spent time with Peter Cannon of Publishers Weekly magazine. He was one of their editors and I learned a lot from talking with him. Publishers want to get a good review from Publishers Weekly on their new book. It helps stores buy a book they have coming out. I thought it was interesting to talk with him. For me, I never bought or read a book because of a review. I bought it because someone I trusted recommended it.

From Peter’s office, I went to a meeting with Bowker. They are the source for ISBN numbers for your books. They have other services that are important to the success of your book as well.

After I met with Bowker, I went into an hour-long meeting with Barnes and Noble’s head and regional buyers. Now, I understand how they work. Before the meeting, I bumped into Barnes and Noble Vice President, Robert C. Knowles, and I had a nice chat with him.

Now, I understood how large bookstores handle buying books. I wanted to know if it was different for small family-owned bookstores. I stopped in and interviewed numerous bookstore owners across the nation. Every bookstore owner had the same attitude on how they chose their books.

While I was there, I had some owners give me the names of independent distributors. Then I called them up to learn what challenges they had working with bookstores. They have a hard job and I really appreciate what they do.

Again, I wish that I had someone talk me through the publishing business. You really have no idea what it’s like until you have to do it. When authors come up to me, I listen and my heart aches for them. I know most of them will never get started or they will quit at the first bump in the road. There is so much you need to learn and they have such a learning curve ahead of them.

I love the business side of publishing as much as I do writing. Most authors aren’t wired for business. Since I have so much vast knowledge of the publishing field, I decided to mentor others. It made sense to use the Internet. This way, I can mentor and still have a career and life. Join me today by downloading my free e-book, “What Does it Take to Become a Successful Published Author.” Then we will talk!

If Star Wars had come out as a book first, instead of a movie, how would you describe it? This is the reaction of many reader of the Stones’ Quest series. They have compared it to the charm and excitement of Star Wars.

It’s hard to live in a galaxy where evil has already begun to devour it. People in the galaxy are disappearing and they do not want to admit it. But suddenly you find yourself right in the middle of it with a small group of people. They are ones who found the all-powerful Master Stones that can stop the evil Suzair the Great. At what price does this small band of people have to pay to restore the Master Stones to their power?”

So I’m putting it out there to the fans of Star Wars. How would you describe your beloved story so people?