The ageing process is an inevitable event in your life. Naturally you think de-ageing is an impossibility. But when we look at our lives and take on-board that we are ageing at a much faster pace than our body is equipped to deal with, then we can realise we are suffering from extreme cases of prematurely ageing. This is why you COULD look TEN YEARS YOUNGER in a matter of days, and achieve this without the aid of cosmic surgery or anti-ageing products.
We have all seen some of the facial monstrosities that are the end result of radical cosmic surgery or Botox injections.
Why not try the natural way to regain youthfulness. It is less painful and long-lasting. These days I know people want the quick fix, swallow the pill or cut away the bags under the eyes and stretch the wrinkles. But what about the rest of the body? Oh, I see, that can stay the way it is because no one can sees it under your clothes.
But what if you COULD regain your childlike posture? What if you COULD breathe fully and efficiently, in the way your lungs performed for you as a child? What if you COULD regain the inner happiness you revelled in as a child?
IT CAN ALL BE YOURS!
It might take a little more effect than swallowing a pill, but I can assure you, my MIND EXERCISES will give you a lot of pleasure and your body and spirit will regain natural long-lasting youthfulness.
Read a true life story from my book –
‘Use Your Brain To Elongate Your Cell-By-Date’
In cancer wards one becomes acquainted with beautiful people who are on their way to the next world. You may walk into their room one afternoon or evening and find that the person with whom you have grown to know and like has gone. You inquire and the icy answer is too familiar – ‘I’m sorry she’s down in the morgue; are you a relative?’ Evelyn did just that to me. Kathryn, my late wife and I were at the Charing Cross hospital in London where she was on an experimental course which involved ‘magic bullet’ treatment – I won’t go into it here. However, Kathryn was in total isolation because of her white cell deficiency; I entered her room only if I wore all the safety uniform provided. Kathryn slept most of the time so I wandered incessantly when my eyes refused to read any longer. Evelyn was in the main ward and further down the line with her ‘magic bullet’ treatment; I could talk to her without wearing a safety uniform. We got talking, she told me her story and I told her ours. She liked the ‘Use Your Brain’ idea better than the ‘magic bullet’ treatment so I got her started. Every day Evelyn wore her wig in perfect place and her makeup looked good enough for drinking tea at the Ritz. I talked and she listened. She madly wanted to go back to age 6 when she lived with her Nan for most of the time because her mother was ill. ‘No disrespect to my mother, but I loved my Nan and all her cats.’
Evelyn’s partner was an upright proud-looking gentleman and I’ll never forget the early morning I went for a walk and found him in the corridor weeping; Evelyn had passed away in her sleep peacefully. I paid my respects and headed back to check on Kathryn. Two weeks later Kathryn was up and in the main ward out of isolation. I was sleeping back home and travelling daily to the hospital. One afternoon Kathryn casually craned her neck from the TV and said, ‘Oh by the way Evelyn’s husband dropped by this morning and gave me this letter for you.’
I ran into Kathryn’s isolation room and sat down to read. The letter wasn’t directly to me, and it wasn’t a letter; my original thought was why give me a shopping-list. Then I began to read: ‘Woke up this morning and could smell my Nan and her cats; it’s lovely. I long to go into a garden and smell all the flowers, I loved flowers as a child. I like thinking that I’m 6. I don’t even feel ill when I’m thinking I’m 6! My skin has changed, I know my skin after 61 years and it’s looking refreshed. Edmond commented on my skin today with not a slight inkling or a light prod from myself – now that’s a coincidence! Today I wanted to eat, I mean wanted to eat for the first time in months – it was wonderful- I had scrambled eggs on toast, and then more toast covered in marmalade! I loved scrambled eggs as a child, and it was my Nan who introduced to me to that kind of egg cooking.
‘The Inner Master whom Robert spoke of abiding in each one of us, a part of God, I’m sure came to the surface of my mind this morning. A voice inside me said all is well and forever in my arms you shall be. I no longer hold the dreaded fear of dying; somehow I now know that he is waiting for me to guide me on my continuing journey.’
I don’t know what Edmond did when he read her notes, but I wept in the toilets for ten minutes. Then later I rejoiced and knew Evelyn would be part of this book, and that she would inspire others, even in their eleventh hour to draw great comfort and knowledge from childlike mentality.
What have you seen, heard, or touched today, that you have never encountered in your life before? The well of new things to see and do gradually runs dry as we get older. A ‘first’ (a virginal sight or sound, etc) is like a rare butterfly sighting. But this can all be changed, for we have an amazing power-tool called the imagination. By using the imagination we can invent, create, even lie to ourselves and discover ‘firsts’ (new inputs).
Why should I want to invent or create?
Children live in a world of absurdity, they have yet to see and know it all; for them, there still exists skeletons in cupboards, fairies at the bottom of the garden, and Santa Claus in Lapland! This newness, ‘firsts’, is unlike normal brain energy; general run-of-the-mill brain stuff doesn’t require extra attention, but absurdity does. Think strongly enough about the bear sitting at the table with his knife and fork, and shortly the child-like buzz will rush through your veins. A new idea enters the brain (pure essence of mind) and has no friends (matching data); it is an absurd/new concept. Your eyes can hardly keep up with children playing in a playground because they are full to the brim with biological energy. Children, because all is new/absurd to them, ceaselessly convert virginal sensory input into energy (pure essence of mind). The more energy the child expends the more the body reproduces. The child perpetually sees new, and burns energy to leave room for more newness.
Ever been stuck, wondering where to start in order to write that new song you want? Has writer’s block been a symptom of yours for a while? Perhaps you write songs/stories, but feel they just don’t have the edge that is going to enable you to give up your day job?
It is easy to get bogged down with the idea that if you keep slogging away you’ll eventually come up with a worldwide hit record, or a best-selling novel.
Have you tried going away from your particular art form and traveling on an inner journey? Conscious visualization needs to cultivate like farm lands, and if you are up for it, to put in the effort, the results have a high value in the creativity market. A great visualization will give your creative mind the illusion of just coming back off holiday. So why not get away! Forget all about the writing.
Try this… having sat down and allowed yourself to create a relaxed state of mind and body (usually produced through smooth deep breathing) close your eyes. Picture yourself walking down a path that leads to a meadow… you amble over the meadow and come to a sparkling waterfall, cascading onto a bubbling turquoise healing pool. You feel safe. This is your private place. Immerse your body in the healing waters and relax, leave all your worldly trials and tribulations behind you. Enjoy the healing pool for a few minutes. When you are ready, leave the pool, and retrace your steps over the meadow, and back along the path. Before you return to the physical plane tell yourself you are at liberty to return to your safe haven whenever the need takes you. Open your eyes and gently stretch.
With regular sessions of visualization your creativity mind will open up like lotus petals to sun-rays on a new day.