Failing Eyesight Is Not What It Seems

Power Of The Subconscious Mind

Some time ago, I began having problems with my vision, even when watching the television my eyes were a bit blurry. At the time, I did not need glasses but I felt my eyes were lacking in something; a nutrient. 

I meditated on the matter and asked my subconscious mind to let me know what vitamin and/or mineral my body needed. I can’t recall how much time had elapsed but one morning just before I woke, I had a dream in which I saw the letters of the nutrient I was lacking.   Maybe I was not paying enough attention because by the time I woke fully, I only could only remember the end of the word “.….tein.” I said “That’s it. It’s Protein.”

The days that followed, I looked up all information on proteins and amino acids and which food would help my eyes. I could not find any connection between protein/amino acids and eyes. And at that time, I did not know of any other vitamin or mineral that ended in “…tein.” I searched and researched. I was determined to find this vitamin or mineral.

Then, one day I was wondering around my local drugstore and there right in front of me were bottles of multivitamins tablets with a label in large print; ‘an extra added ingredient …’Lutein.’ I couldn’t believe my eyes. I read the content “..Lutein, to help improve eyesight.” 

I thanked my subconscious mind and bought a bottle.  Within days, my vision improved.

I had never heard of this 'Lutein' before so I looked it up. I read that Lutein is made naturally in the woman’s reproductive organs. And drastic reduction in body fat affects the surrounding fatty tissues  of the ovaries causing its inability to produce Lutein. 

I was even more amazed to know that my reproductive organs were connected to my eyes. Isn’t nature wonderful. She’s so creative, she thinks of everything. It just so happened that at that time, I had started a ‘gluten free’ diet and I did indeed loose a drastic amount of body fat.  I admire and respect my subconscious mind, it knows the answer to everything.

I further read that there are fruits that contain this Lutein and so can help the eye function better; Bilbery, blueberry and blackberry and other berries. So, I began my campaign to restore the Lutein (and body fat) in my body; I ate the fruits and drank the juices. 

Never underestimate the power of the subconscious mind.

Best Regards
D. A. Martin
Writer and Bestseller Author of Broken Oath
Awarded An Honorary Mention 

by the London Book Festival Award (2014)


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A Hot Day In Tunusia

It is said that as you get older, you will find it hard to do certain tasks. 

That may be true, but having read books like End The Struggle and Dance With Life by Susan Jeffers, I found that this can be overturned.

I learnt that I could go back into my past (and past life) and harness amongst other things that strength and energy I once had as a younger person.

Let me tell you an amazing story and 

remember, everything happened in real time:-

In August 2007, I was on holiday in Tunisia. The weather was unbearably hot at that time of year; around 30 degrees. One day, we went on an excursion to the coliseum to see where the Gladiators fought. We entered the stadium it was magnificent. We were invited to look around and also to climb the many stairs, right to the top so that we could look down and get a bird's eye view into the arena.

As I looked all the way up, I thought, “it's too hot and I couldn’t possibly climb all those stairs in this heat!” Just then I caught sight of a 4 year old boy with his parents. He was really enjoying himself. He was climbing those stairs effortlessly, no sweat, no panting, just as though it was a cool summers day. I watched him thinking, “how the hell could he do that in this heat?” It was so hot, there was no air to breathe. 

I continued to watch him as he climbed the stairs like it was nothing. I really want to climb to the top and be able to look down into the arena. I really wanted to do that. I watched the boy as he continued climbing.

Immediately I said to myself, “we are in the same heat, if he can do it , so can I!” I went into my innermost self and imagined I was 4 years old again, happy, weightless, agile, flexible and full of energy. I imagined my knees being totally up for it; like pistons ready to start firing off. 

I took a deep breath, positioned my pose and off I went; I was 4 years old again, running up those stairs - happy, effortless, energy in abundance and all my muscles working in harmony with each other. After a while I saw that the steps were many but it did not matter; I stepped up my imagination. I visualised steel pistons in my legs, well oiled and pumping hard. I even imagined the sound they made. And before I could pant, there I was right at the top of the coliseum, looking down into the arena. Taking in what might have happened there many ages ago. 

I did it!  And the view was awesome.

Just imagine, you can do anything you apply your mind to.

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D. A. Martin
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Awarded An Honorary Mention
by the London Book Festival Award (2014)

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Developing Your Intuition – A Set Of Keys

As I mentioned in my last blog, I now follow and truly believe in my intuition. Here’s an amazing story giving testimony to the power of the subconscious mind.

Some time ago I lost a set of keys to the garage where I park my car at night, as a result of course, I was unable to use my car. I knew I had it on me when I came home that evening. I searched everywhere but I couldn’t find it. I was frustrated, then, I remembered how great my subconscious mind is; the all seeing eye, that sees and knows everything. So, before going to sleep that night, I spoke to my subconscious. I relayed the problem and asked if it could show me where my garage keys were. A day or two later, I dreamt I was looking down into my apartment and a ‘wordless thought’ spoke and said my keys are in the flat. I woke up and thought, Ok, I now know my keys are in the home and I did not drop them outside. I need to be more specific as I had already looked in every room.

The following night I went through the same process; I spoke to my subconscious and asked where in the flat were my keys. And sure enough, a night or two later, I dreamt I was looking down into my lounge and the ‘wordless thought’ lead me to believe that this is where my keys can be located. I searched the whole room and still I could not find them. Yet again, before sleep, I had a another conversation with that all seeing eye of mine. I stated that I couldn’t find the keys, and again asked where they were. And I left it at that.

I went on with my daily life and one day a friend invited me round to dinner and I accepted. When I arrived at his abode, I noticed the seats of his settee were positioned vertically. When I asked why, he stated, it helps to prevent the seats from becoming soft and saggy; placing them upright from time to time puts them back into shape and the settee lasts longer and will remain firmer for a considerable period of time. I was impressed. I thought; I had my settee for a long time, perhaps I should try this technique.

The very next day, whilst no one was at home, I decided to place the seats of my settee upright. And as I turned up each seat, to my amazement, there were my garage keys. I had checked the settee before but I realised I only slid my fingers down the side, I did not take up each seat. I thanked my subconscious mind; the fountain of all knowledge which give me the answer to my questions in a most curious way.

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D. A. Martin

Bestseller Author of Broken Oath

Awarded An Honorary Mention

by the London Book Festival Award (2014)

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There Is No Spoon

This is a story for those of you who want to make your goals for the year 2015 but have taken yourselves out of the game before you even get started:-

I attended a personal development conference some time ago and during the event, everyone in the room had to choose a partner to do an exercise; each partner had to discuss how we dealt with obstacles that came into our lives.  

The lady I teamed up with said quite modestly.  “I’m afraid I will not be able to do this exercise.  I don’t know what she (the trainer) means.  I have never encountered an obstacle in my life.  I was brought up by my parents to believe that I can achieve anything.  So, if I want anything I just focus, I see it in front of me and I just go for it."  I listened to this lady, as she told her story.  I couldn’t believe it; she never experienced a situation in her life?

She went on to tell me how she came to this country a short while ago.  She just said to herself, ‘I want an ideal accommodation in London.’  She focused and got it.  She carried on talking; she wanted an ideal job, she focused and she got that too.  She wanted an ideal salary, she focused and it was given to her.  She did not envisage any obstacle in her path.  I watched and listened to her with intent, I took it all in. I could see in her eyes; one long road with absolutely no obstacles ahead.  How amazing is that!  Totally awesome!

I aspire to be just like her and you could too.  And if you think you'll have problems being like this young lady, remember The Matrix; the episode when the young child teaches Neo how to bend the spoon.

Remove those obstacles from your goals for 2015, just remember; there is no spoon!

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D. A. Martin
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Walking Your Talk

A couple of weeks ago I was in my local bank waiting in the queue before two young ladies. They were talking rather loudly, in a discussion of the ways of people and their obsession over money; stating that it was just paper and not worth the piece it was printed on. One of the young women went on to say how if she dropped her money on the floor, how silly people would be to rush and grab the worthless bit of paper. She kept going on about how worthless it was.

I thought 'here is a lady with some strong beliefs and/or convictions.' I wanted to test her theory so I turned round to face her and noted she had about £15 in her hands. I said. "I'll take your money!" (It may be worthless but I could still find a use for it.) She stopped talking and stared at me. Her companion was silent also. I had a smile on my face and they both just glared at me; speechless. I could see she was annoyed as she held tightly onto her worthless money. The muscles in her face twitched subtlety as she held back whatever it was she wanted to say to me.

As I realised that she really wanted to hold onto her money I turned away. There was silence behind me for a while before they began talking; on another topic.

The worthless notes were of value to her after all.

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What Makes A Bully Tick?

I have published this story a few years ago in my coaching Newsletters, but some things, if it is important, needs to be said more than once:-

Harriett was the office bully; she has been in her company for many years and she ran the pack. The office had its pecking order and Harriett was on top.

She had no seniority title or better knowledge about the workings of the company; she was just an ordinary office worker like all the other members of staff. She was however, very skilled at bullying and intimidating people, especially newcomers to the company. She also had her deputy bully and her assistant bully.

She was very friendly with the manager because they were old friends and went back a long way. She would often be left in charge of the office (and staff) in the manager’s absence, so it was accepted that Harriett could do no wrong.

One day a new member of staff arrived; a young woman named Claudia. She was indeed a ‘new broom’ in the office; well dressed, confident and it was as if she had her own bubble around her. She was polite and courteous to everyone (because that was how she was brought up). She minded her own business and got on with her work with singularity of mind. And, as was expected because she was new, she did not understand the hierarchy in the office. So, Harriett had to let Claudia know her place in the pecking order, which was at the bottom.

Once Harriett gave the command, Claudia’s ‘training’ began; she was subjected to isolation, and on two occasions was invited out with the girls only to be totally ignored at the dinner table all evening. They simply refused to acknowledge her presence and if she spoke and/or tried to join in, no one responded.

There were continuous direct and unwarranted comments about her attire until Claudia was apprehensive about wearing anything new for fear of reprisals. If any senior member came to the office, Harriett would introduce everyone except Claudia; she was blatantly ignored. She was excluded from office emails so she was never in the loop about what was going on in the office; it made her seem incompetent and/or inefficient which only fuelled the unkind comments that was circulating about her.

Claudia also endured constant carping about her work. She could do nothing right. She was not allowed to speak to or befriend anyone in the office unless it was agreed by Harriett which in most instances, was not.

The bullying went on for many months and after untold series of events; Claudia became worn down and simply did not understand why she was being psychologically attacked. She was however, aware that Harriett was the office ‘bully master.’ Claudia wondered why Harriett behaved in such a manner and why others followed her.

She decided to do something about it and discussed the bullying to her Manager but it only made the attack worse; in that it became covert and with a vengeance.

Then, one day, per chance, Claudia entered the office unseen by Harriett and the others and stumbled upon their conversation. Claudia decided to remain behind some cabinets and listened:-

“……..you’re a bully Harriett. One of her colleagues commented.
“I know; I can’t help it.” She replied.
“My father left us when I was young and my mum struggled. She used to leave me with anyone and go off for the day or the evening. I never knew who she was with; she would leave me with from one day to the next. As I grew up I felt I had to be in charge and in control of any and every situation so that I would know where I am in my life.”

At that moment, Claudia understood Harriett; it all made sense to her now.

No one knew that Claudia was listening behind the cabinets and after that incident, Claudia made a conscious effort; rather than to react to the situation, she engaged fully in conversation with Harriett, to get to know and understand her better and they soon got on well. Harriett began to feel more safe and secure. And she would even confide in Claudia on certain personal matters. Needless to say, they became friends; the bullying stopped and Claudia got her working life back and began enjoying her work environment again.

Although Claudia changed the state of affairs in the office, she did not change who she was nor did she accept any pecking order or joined in bullying other members of staff. She talked to whom she liked and continued as she had when she started; getting on with her work and being courteous to everyone. The difference was that Harriett left Claudia alone because she no longer felt insecure by her presence anymore.

I hope you enjoyed the story; why not set yourself a goal and get to know what makes your bully tick. You’d be surprised, that once you learn their nature, you can empower yourself, your bully and change the story.

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D. A. Martin
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Are Bullies Cowards In Disguise?

Bullies are cowards in disguise

I have shared this true story many times as I come across victims over and over again. If it gives encouragement, then it is worth mentioning more than once:-

A few years ago, I was travelling by train, to meet a friend who lived in Central London. The train stopped at a station and a man, who was as big as he was tall, came and sat next to me. He was built like a house; I must have seemed like a child next to him. And I thought to myself. “I wouldn’t dare mess with him.”

As more people boarded the train, a young lad entered the carriage; he stood, eating chicken and chips in a box; the mouth watering smell filled the whole compartment. The big man suddenly raised his voice to the young man and bade him not to eat on the train. His voice was so ferocious, everyone took note. The boy too was stunned; he stopped eating and closed the box. I was shocked also; the man’s voice sounded as fierce as he looked.

A few moments went by when the young lad tried to sneak a bite of his food. Again the man raised his voice and beckoned the boy to stop, at which point everyone was filled with apprehension. I shrunk into myself and the boy, who looked fearful, stopped eating and closed the box a second time.

A young woman was sitting opposite me, she said to the youngster. “If you want to eat, go ahead and eat!” The boy was so scared, he dare not. Soon, the train came into a station, everyone got off, including the boy. The young woman clung to her partner and said to the big man. “Bully! You should be ashamed of yourself!” And she quickly got off the train.

I was the only person left in the carriage and I shrank further into myself, sitting next to this huge man. But then, a strange thing happened; just before the door closed, a ‘bigger’ man came into the carriage; he was a big as he was tall. And, you would not believe it, in one hand, he had a cup of coke, in the other, a bag of chips and hamburger. The mouth watering smell filled the whole compartment.

This enormous man sat opposite the equally huge man, he took out his burger and looking at his counterpart, he began to eat. I was really scared at this point; I thought an argument or a fight would surely start now. I looked up at the big man next to me and then across at the other man. And, an even stranger thing happened.

The man sitting next to me said to the other fellow. “I bet that tastes nice.” The man opposite stopped eating, looked at him and said. “It does.” And he carried on eating. I thought “Uh!” And before I could blink, the big man next to me began to struck up a conversation with the other man, discussing where he was going, and what part of the country they both come from.

The train soon came to a halt and I got off at my station, leaving both men having a friendly chat. (The bigger man opposite continued eating his burger and chips of course.)

I was astounded, I could not wait to meet my friend and tell her about the incident, which I did. We discussed it; my friend said there was a message there for me, and I have to know what it is; bullies are cowards in disguise.

Hope you enjoyed the story.


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How To Take Years Off Your Looks In Minutes

Some time ago, I visited a widower who

at the time was in his late 70s.  I rang  

the doorbell and he came to answer the door. (Now, when I saw him last he looked really healthy, well groomed and he had a bright appearance about his face.) 

On this occasion, he look haggard, his face very drawn and I could see his cheek muscles hanging. He had dark rings around his eyes.  I asked him if he was feeling OK, he said he was fine. I asked if I had woken him up, he said no, he said had been in the kitchen cooking. Still, he did not look good at all and all sorts of scenarios was buzzing around in my head as to why the change in his countenance. Was he really ill and just not telling me? Had he not

been taking his medication?

We sat and talked and he moaned his usual moan, (making his face more haggard). I quickly changed the topic and I asked him whether he still kept in touch with a female friend he used to know.  Well, that stopped him in his tracks. He said he had lost contact with her and then suddenly, as he began to reminisce about their relationship, within a few minutes his countenance changed.

The transformation was amazing. As he talked about the relationship, his eyes became bright, as did his face, his cheek muscles lifted and he had a light aura about him. His face transformed to a healthy glow, I thought if only I could have captured this on video. If only he could see himself; before and after. Even his body changed from a hunched back, poor old man to a person sitting upright with something to look forward to.

I could see that thinking of this woman made him feel good. He even laughed. He now looked like the healthy, bright faced mature man I saw a couple of weeks ago.

When I finally left him, I said goodbye to a man walking upright, with a light in his eyes, health on his face and something warm and loving, simmering in his heart.

Transformation at the blink of an eye!

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D. A. Martin
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Laughter The Best Medicine

A while ago, I bumped into an acquaintance I had not seen for some time. She mentioned that she was going through a grievance in her family. 

For her own personal reasons, she could not bring herself to mention it to her colleagues at work, although she suspected they were secretly

discussing her. And it seemed that no one was talking to her or they kept their distance. 

She did say that she had been in a sad and depressive state for a long time. I mentioned that maybe those around her had now become too embarrassed to say anything to her.

I told her she was brave to go into work each day and not say anything to anyone. She said she simply could not discuss it. As she continued talking I instinctively broke the conversation and said.

“Do you remember the story about Alex who resigned from his job. He collected a tidy sum of money and gifts from his colleagues, but unknowing to everyone, he changed his mind and decided to stay. He boldly came into work on the Monday morning, sat at his desk and carried on as if nothing had happened. Everyone was talking about him but equally, they were all too embarrassed to ask him what he was doing back at work.  He continued coming in day after day and in the end everyone just forgot about it.”

She thought about the incident and burst out laughing. “Oh, yes”. She said. “That was so funny!” Whilst she continued laughing I said. “All you have to do is the same. And after a while, people will just get on with their jobs. Just act like Alex, like nothing happened.” And she laughed again. We talked about how bold Alex was, and each time I mention Alex’s name, she burst out laughing. She laughed until she was crying, and I laughed until I cried too.

I kept mentioning his name and each time we both laughed. Once I was sure that I had ‘anchored’ her in a positive frame of mind, I said. “Well on that note, I shall leave you.”

As I walked off I quickly turned round and said. “Don’t forget; just like Alex.” She spontaneously fell into a fit of laughter, having heard his name again and I could still hear her laughter as I continued walking.

A few days later I saw her again, she came up to me and said “You know, I feel so much better. I just think of Alex and I can’t stop laughing.” I said. “That’s good.”

And I must say, she did indeed look much better and she was more positive too. After that, everything became easy for her.

It just goes to show, laughter is the best medicine.

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Does the Subconscious Mind Have A Sense Of Humour

I had another dream; I dreamt the Queen's guards
(and some on horseback) were keeping watch
outside my home.

A few of years ago, I was going on holiday for a week. At the time, there were a lot of burglaries going on in the area and I was concerned for my home. Feeling uneasy about leaving my home unattended, I sat quietly and asked my subconscious mind; if my apartment would be safe while I was away?

Soon enough, I dreamt that the fire brigade was keeping watch outside my home. In my dream, I looked out of my window, and there they were; fire engines everywhere. But that dream was not enough, I was still not convinced.

A couple of days later, I asked the question again; will my home be safe while I am away?

Again, I had another dream. I dreamt that the Queen’s guards (and some guards on horseback) were keeping watch outside my home. In my dream, I looked out of my window and there they were.


Yet still, I was not content. I was as concerned as ever. A third time I asked my subconscious mind; will my home be safe while I am away on holiday? Sure enough, in a night or two I had a dream.

I dreamt that the Thunderbird Four submarine had landed in our back garden. Out came about six or more S.A.S soldiers, all dressed in black. How did I know that they were S.A.S; well, because they had S.A.S printed on their backs. They came into my apartment carrying guns, looking in all the rooms. I just stood there and watched them and I burst out laughing. I laughed so much that I actually woke up from the dream still laughing.

I knew then, without a shadow of a doubt that my home would be safe. I laughed even more to know that my subconscious mind does indeed have a sense of humour.

Needless to say I had my holiday; worry free and my home remained safe.

Thank God for our subconscious mind, even if we haven’t yet learnt to listen when it communicates with us.

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How Do You React If You Find Out You Have Cancer?

Some time ago, I met 2 beautiful young ladies who happened to be sisters. Whilst we were chatting and finding out about each other, one sister mentioned that she was off sick from work for 6 months. I looked at her and said. “What for, you look wonderful and fine to me.” And she did. She was bright, positive, she had a gorgeous smile that lit up the room, her energy was high, she looked extremely healthy, exactly the right amount of flesh on her bones and curves in all the right places.

She told me she had breast cancer, and that she had been undergoing treatment for the last 5 months. She had one more treatment to go. I was amazed. I said. “But you look wonderful!” She went on to say that her hair was a wig (you could have fooled me. Her hair looked so real and perfect)

I became intrigued as to how she managed to carry off this ‘appearance.’ She says she pays no mind to the cancer; she refused to accept and acknowledge it. She wanted to live. She wanted to get married and have kids and have a bright and positive future.

She went on to say she goes to the gym, jogs and engages in all kind of keep fit activities. She simply lived life to the full. She refuses to run with the cancer. “Let it run its own race.” She retorted. Just looking at her, she was definitely winning the race and running ahead with Life. She refused to give the cancer a life (her life). She refused to give it a meaning or an existence. I was so impressed. I observed her as she told her story. I could see she was going to win, she was going to Live. She had no self-pity and no pity for the cancer. She was celebrating and living Life. Well done to her.

I told her she was truly amazing. I know this young lady will live to tell her story to many people; her future husband, children and grandchildren, because she was looking forward to getting on with Life. May she live long and prosper.

I have shared this story many times over but only when it needed to be told and this is just an occasion.

This story is to commemorate my dear friend Ian who lost his battle with cancer in January this year and to remind myself and others that it is not all bad. With cancer, you win some, you lose some.

Farewell Ian, until we meet again.

                                                      

farewell my friend

Scavengers - Battling For My Soul

Hello Readers

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. I have been recalibrating after a heavy spiritual assault. I was caught off guard and was taken completely by surprise.

Looking at the bigger picture, I can say it is a dangerous luxury to become complacent about anything or circumstances. Just because situations appear to be comfortable, or you’ve reached a goal post, it doesn’t necessarily mean you have achieved full victory; you are only one step nearer to success. You still need to keep you wits about you. Continue to engage in daily exercises; physically, mentally, psychologically and especially spiritually.

Metaphorically speaking, the perimeter of your life still needs to be guarded; your sword and shield still to be maintained; sharpened and polished, ready to protect every aspect of your being. Why? Because scavengers are always watching, coveting and waiting for the window of opportunity; complacency.

Whilst getting back to full spiritual power, I found wisdom and strength in my journal dated 16th July 2013:-

“How do I survive…by becoming a Warrior; by continually sharpening the sword…by being ongoing…seeing the nature of all things and beings. Enforcing and reinforcing the Warrior…..A Warrior knows it is just her and the vast desert of life. A Warrior knows she may drink water here and there and be happy but only for a short while until the reality of the desert of life re-appears….Her only survival until she is home again is to remain in that warrior state…..And where is home? That place where she longs to be. That place where she never has to worry about the stresses and toil of life again. That place where there is always an abundance of everything, including time and love.

Continue to polish that shield…keep sharpening the sword….Always the Warrior until she is home again.”

As I have said before, the only strong female role model I know is Me.

 “I am a black woman, strong beyond all definition;
still defying place, time and circumstances.”

D. A. Martin

Bestseller Author of Broken Oath

www.doramartin.tel

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Breaking News - realtime stories - Riding On The Back Of An Aggressor

Hello Readers

A few days ago I was at my local building society. It was closing time (12 noon) so the staff locked the bank; only letting the customers out. However, some people came to the door (as people normally do even though they know it is closing time) and wanted to be let in. A member of staff told them that the building society was now closed. They went away all except a tall man (6ft plus) and a mature gentleman with a walking stick.

The tall man began banging at the door, insisting to be let in; he needed to get his new card as he had no money. The member of staff reminded him that the establishment was now closed. As staff tried to let the customers out, the man tried to force his way in, so the door had to be locked again. Customers were told to be patient and wait. When a second attempt was made to let them out; the man tried to force his way in once more. (He almost succeeded but the female member of staff was strong). In the end, she told customers to take a seat and wait. During this time the tall man was cursing, swearing the most vulgar profanities, punching and kicking the door fiercely. And we all watched this fearsome aggressor on the other side of the glass door.

It was interesting to watch the man’s behaviour. As he was cursing, he tried to mitigate his actions by saying that the mature man needed to get inside to draw some money. He also insisted that they had arrived at the building society 2 minutes before the actual closing time; Therefore they should be let in. I mused as he masked his conduct as someone caring for the elderly. The mature man in turn, rode on the energy of the aggressor. During the man’s violent outburst, he said “….if I can't come in, then no one is coming out..”

I further thought; if he had managed to force his way in, what did he suppose was going to happen next. (The building society was closed. Customers were waiting to go about their business.) Did he intend to hold the bank to ransom by physically man-handling a member of staff or public until he was served? And as for the mature gentleman (who should know better), did he really believe that this bully would gain entry and terrorise people on his behalf? Did he really believe that he could hitch a ride off this assailant and expect to be served?

The manager told the tall man that another building society just a mile or 2 away was open until 3 pm. But he did not want to listen. Did he feel he had to continue his stance to save face? (The old man was depending on him).

I said to myself, this is his local area, his local building society; he should know what time it closes. What was he doing all morning? As the man continued his terroristic behaviour, (The mature man remained; hoping his champion would come through for him.) As the minutes went by, the police was called.

And guess what happened next…… As a police car with sirens blaring pulled up outside the building; the old man quickly came to his senses and fled the scene. The tall man had a complete transformation and suddenly became meek and compliant; you’d think butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Within a minute or two there were now 3 police cars and one van. If I had happened to be walking by at that moment, I would have thought the police was harassing an innocent, humble bystander. The aggressor’s demeanour was so reticent it was unbelievable. During this ‘quiet’ moment, the staff let myself and the other captures out from our confinement.

After a conversation with the man, the police let him go. I stood nearby as I wanted to see what would happen next and would you believe it. The aggressor got into his car which was parked next to the police cars a metre or so from the traffic lights on a double yellow line. He should think himself lucky he did not a caution or ticket for road traffic violation.

I wonder what he would say to his partner and children about his behaviour when he got home. And as for the old man; will he be telling anyone about his behaviour that morning. Does he still think himself a suitable candidate to dictate in any conversation to anyone, especially young adults about conduct when he himself rode of the energy of an aggressor to achieve his own agenda?

D. A. Martin

Bestseller Author of Broken Oath

www.doramartin.tel

You never know what you're going to find in a bowl of soup

Well, I had a great time at the Millionaire Author Bootcamp event this weekend.  I met some wonderful people and got some good contacts.

You know, the event wasn't just about getting ideas about writing your book if that was what you aspired to do, it's about being in a place with lots of people who have lots of resources, information, solutions and influences that can help you in whatever else it is you are endeavouring to do.  Let me tell you a story:-

Those of you who have read my Newsletter over the years know that I was once promoting a fabulous health product called Juiceplus.  It is a  health drink which also comes in tablet form.  It gives you greater health and vitality.  I was consuming this product daily.  Then, one day I ran out and I could no longer get hold of my agent.  I did not want to deal with the company as I had an unsavoury experience with them.  I wanted to deal with someone whereby I could purchase the product from them and pay cash.  I was hoping to meet someone at an event; any event.

It just so happen that my friend was talking to another of her friends and I overheard their conversation.  They were talking about Juiceplus.  My heart leapt for joy.  I interrupted their conversation.
"Did you just mention Juiceplus?"  I said .  "Yes."  Came the reply.  "I have a friend who's an Agent, she's not getting much sales...."

From there, I told her that I was looking for an Agent to do business with, without having to give my details to the company and things took off.  She put me in contact with her friend and I can once again replenish my stock of this fantastic food supplement.

So you see, it's not just about writing a book.  And you don't know what you may have missed by not coming to this event.

Next time you get an offer come along;  Because you never know what you're going to find in a bowl of soup.

Get Some NUTS

STORYTELLING - GET SOME NUTS

This last winter, a brave and bold squirrel kept coming up to the entrance of my apartment building at the same time each morning whilst I was on my way to work.  At first, I had no monkey nuts to offer him, and he would not go away but chattered to me for a considerable while as I tried to convince him I was empty handed.  Anyway, so as not to disappoint him next time; I bought a bag of nuts.  And the next day, there he was, bold as brass, looking through the bottom window on the door as though he was seriously looking for a long lost friend.  I came out of the building; the squirrel wasn’t even afraid as he came up, stretched out his arms and took the nut which I offered him.  This went on for a few days and then I never saw him again.  As the weeks went by, I still looked out for that courageous squirrel but he was nowhere to be seen.  Soon, another squirrel was in the vicinity.  I tried to encourage it to take my nut but even though I could clearly see he wanted to retrieve it, fear overtook him and he would run off.  I would see this squirrel near my apartment often and each time the situation was the same; I offered him a nut, but fear always overtook him grasping the opportunity of having a free and effortless snack.

Does this sound like you?  Do you let opportunity pass you by because of your fears?  What has it cost you?

Where are you in life now?  How long will you let that moment pass you by?  Take courage; GET SOME NUTS!!