It was a morning that heart attacks are made of.

Bitterly cold with rain that could be best described as a miserable heavy drizzle. The sun had not yet made it over the horizon to brighten up the top of the rain cloud blanket.

The figures at the bus stops were barely discernable. Grey shapes with umbrellas against grey houses and pavements, limply illuminated by sickly yellow sodium streetlights. And it was Monday. The first day of the working week.

The bus driver was a different story. Relentlessly eccentric, laughing at a world that takes itself far too seriously. He had decorated his bus with stuffed toys of all colourful varieties, a lioness, a gorilla in a RAP outfit, a clown fish, a puppy dog in a fireman’s hat. In a plastic ice cream container taped to his change counter he offered free lollies for his passengers and wore on his head a hat in the shape of a pink pig. The dismally damp Monday morning commuters could not help but smile when confronted with this theatre of the absurd. Folding their soggy umbrellas they fumble with frozen fingers to find money or season tickets.

As I watched the shadowy grinding traffic and listened to the hiss of tyres on wet tarmac, it struck me. Why on earth am I doing this to myself? Why is anyone doing this to themselves?

The truth is that we have gotten used to this way of life over the centuries, ever since the Luddites failed to stop the inexorable march of the industrial revolution. The factory or office and technology became more important than human beings or quality of life. It was this that the Luddites were actually opposed to. Technology that enslaved humanity rather than adding to what it was to be human. So here we are a couple of centuries down the tarmacadam and we now accept as normal the concept of going somewhere away from home and family to exchange time for money in order to survive. A total dependence on some one else’s business and self-interest for survival.

A plague on this 19th century poverty mindset. I needed to take control of my life. Live how I want to live, relying on my own talents and initiative. Stop travelling on buses on dark wet Monday mornings.

I’m not quite sure how it came about, but I found myself in the possession of Stone Evans’s E-book ‘Dotcomology’. And there was the answer. Start Internet marketing.

The book taught me about making an attractive website, gave me some ideas about what business to run on the internet, showed me how to use search engines, taught me about email marketing, affiliate programs, joint ventures, viral marketing and even how to manage life when you work from home. And what’s more the book was free! 324 pages packed with information and ideas. Not only that, the book invited me to sign up for a free web page already loaded with affiliate sites and other money generating products. So, believing that nothing happens by accident, I joined up and I am now the proud owner of a Home Business website, an Alternative Medicine website, a blog and several published articles, (with more on the way).

The Internet is, in effect, the next revolution. Most interestingly it enables those who are willing to embrace it, a chance to return to the idyllic days of a pre-industrial revolution lifestyle with broadband and enjoy a modern day version of self employed bliss.

And what an enviable way of life it was. Picture this, (please go to iTunes download and play ‘Morning’ from the Peer Gynt Suite), a cottage in the bucolic English countryside. Butterflies flit from colourful flower to colourful flower whilst the birds sing sweetly in the lush green trees by the babbling brook. Inside the cottage the weaver is contently finishing his latest creation destined for the markets of Europe and because the price of his goods never changes, he knows how much he will be paid. His wife and children are happily helping him in his tasks. Pausing to refresh himself from his labours, he wanders out into the garden to check on the progress of the spinach, pulls a few weeds out of the potato patch and throws the chickens some food left over from the family lunch. At no time is he separated from home and family and he never gets on a Monday morning bus!

Today, thanks to appropriate technology, we have the opportunity to conduct business at home whilst packing the kids off to school, planting the spinach, feeding the chickens and maybe indulging in an afternoon delight between google-ads.
The computer has replaced the weaver’s loom, the Internet has replaced the traveling merchants, software has replaced the yarn, but I bet you we have the same aspirations for peace, joy and happiness as our ancestors.

So what do you want to do? Stick with the Monday morning bus and the 19th century, or take your chances with the Internet revolution and the 21st century.

You can get your copy of the book that changed my life at HERE or if you want to cut straight to the chase and get your own website go to My Website

Here is a link to my Alternative Medicine website

You Are What You Believe – An Inspirational Story

Sasha Xarrian, or Celia Vae Higley to call her by her birth name, is a very remarkable woman.

Her ability to think and live deliberately is phenomenal.

Celia was born to a Mormon family in Utah and learnt from a very early age the power of faith and prayer.

Faith and prayer are not the preserve of the Mormons or any other religion. We all have faith in something even if it is only that the sun will rise in the morning and set at night. Every belief system has a version of prayer from reciting the holy Koran to meditating, kneeling in a Christian church or making a wish.

The Mormon Church has a very detailed belief system, which has a tendency to erase all doubt in a followers mind. For example, it regards itself as God’s only true Church and so will go to great lengths to obtain the names of people that have died, from any faith or none at all. These unknown people are then baptised by proxy into the Mormon faith. The belief is that when these strangers get to heaven baptised as Mormons they can live forever in the presence of the Heavenly Father and Jesus. Being a Mormon is a completely closeted and organised way of life. There is a doctrine for everything.

Sasha’s journey from being a successful young leading light of the all-encompassing Church through betrayal, disillusionment, poverty and despair to a successful businesswoman whilst raising six children is inspirational. It should be turned into a Hollywood movie, though I doubt that she would agree.

As a result of her betrayal and disillusionment she made the very difficult decision to leave the Mormons. However she took with her a system of faith and religious practice that went on to form a solid foundation upon which she could seek, test and develop her new life without question.

What she developed along the way was a remarkable system for manifesting whatever she desired - a house, wealth, relationships and getting parking spots whenever she wanted them!

Naturally she felt that other people could benefit from her experiences, discoveries and insights so she wrote a book or more accurately a course.

What is presented in Sasha’s book, “Outrageous Mastery”, is her journey through life, presented in a rather different format. It plays with her current belief system based on Xperimenting (sic) with life, power and with who we are (assuming we are special and possibly divine with divine and Godly powers.

“The power to create dreams is real. It is the energy force of the universe. It does not require hard work. It does not require sacrifice or compromise. It is the power to create a life of ease, filled with love, wonder, awe, laughter and play. And it is available to you – right now.” (from Outrageous Mastery)

Sasha makes the point that when you have a powerful positive belief system, where you believe you are not alone in creating your life, then magic happens. Little things occur, a conversation, a phone call. Then one day your whole world changes. You look forward to creating your life with a smile on your face, with enjoyment, with power and as a creator rather than someone to whom things just happen. Your good thoughts become things. Good things.

Now since our belief systems are how we create our lives, and determine whether we have fun or not, it is important to actively create the right belief system which will result in the good thoughts.

So, what is your belief system? Write it down.

What is it you believe about life? If it is not an empowering belief, create one that is. From this will come your thoughts, which become things. Make them good ones!

We all have belief systems whether we acknowledge them or not, and they are directing our lives. As Sasha discovered, you have the power to choose one that creates a fun, playful, loving and powerful life for you. One that demonstrates your outrageous mastery over the illusions of time and space.

In her book, Sasha discloses the results of her thirty years of Xperimenting, learning and experience, such as:

• How you acquire doubt-free & powerful faith

• How to create money
• How to blast through limitations, fear and worry

• How to heal illnesses

• How to hear answers to prayer

• How to pray effectively

• How to create daily miracles

• How to create outrageous love in your life

“Outrageous Mastery” is in three parts, Sasha’s story, the ‘how to’ book and a workbook to be used in conjunction with the ‘how to ‘ book.
It is only available as an ebook on the Internet.

Find out more at her website
I thoroughly recommend it.

Michael Wooller
abundance@jampa.ws


Michael Wooller has an Alternative Medicine website and a Home Business website

How Can We Stand By And Do Nothing?

I stamped on the brakes hard. Thanks to ABS my car stopped within inches of the car in front. Close! I wiped the offending tears from my eyes. The tears that had nearly brought me to grief. They had flowed naturally and spontaneously as I listened to a speaker on the radio describing how a family of five young children had watched their mother die slowly and horribly over a period of several months. She was all they had. Their father had gone, and now she was going. They did what they could to ease her suffering, to deal delicately with the indignities she had to endure. And when she finally drew her last agonising breath and left her wasted, skeletal, broken body, they were alone. Yet another sibling family.
The place is any number of countries in Africa. The disease is of course HIV/AIDS. The speaker was Stephen Lewis the UN Secretary General’s Special Envoy for HIV/AIDS in Africa. A new orphan is created every 14 secs.
There is no welfare system to support them. Most of their adult relatives have already died or are struggling to cope with the symptoms. For these children, there is no one to give parental love and care, tell them a story or tuck them up in bed at night. No more mothering, no kissing better of a scrazed knee. Nothing but an empty space where mummy and daddy used to be.
Today, over 11 million children under the age of 15 living in sub-Saharan Africa have been robbed of one or both parents by HIV/AIDS. Seven years from now, the number is expected to have grown to 20 million. At that point, anywhere from 15 per cent to over 25 per cent of the children in a dozen sub-Saharan African countries will be orphans – the vast majority of them will have been orphaned by HIV/AIDS.
Children as young as 10 or 11 take on the roles of mother or father. In some cases courageous grandparents can fill in the gap, but often they are no longer around.
If you are reading this then you live in a developed country. HIV/AIDS is a problem but not a pandemic. This is because your society has access to drugs, condoms and education. The Africans, still reeling from the disruption to their old orders by European colonization, have not.
These citizens of Africa are, at heart, no different to you and I. Like you and I they have known grief and pain, like you and I they have known joy and happiness, like you and I they have known love. And like you and I they need food, shelter and a chance to be the best they can be. Right now they are doing the best with what they’ve got.
We are all a part of the human race. Why then do we, through the governments we elect and the huge corporations whose products we buy, refuse to lend our fellow humans a helping hand?
They do their best to help themselves.
Stephen Lewis visited a remote farm run by a group of women who were brave enough to declare openly that they were living with HIV/AIDS. They had banded together and ran a market garden producing cabbages, which they sold at a nearby market. Stephen asked them what they did with the surplus money they generated. There was an awkward silence. They couldn’t believe that the answer wasn’t obvious. “We buy coffins ….. there are never enough coffins.
We, as a society, spend ever-increasing amounts of money on distractions and more efficient ways of killing each other, but pay no regard to the indescribable suffering of our fellow human beings. Not much money at all will go a long way to providing drugs to help reign in the HIV/AIDS pandemic. Not much money at all would pay school fees and provide food and although I don't know how to do it, money must surely be applied to giving love, comfort and practical support to the millions of children who have been forced to take over the family responsibilities of their dead parents.
And what are we doing about it? Well WE, and that is all of us because WE voted in the current regime of western politicians, are doing nothing. I’m not sure how many billions are being spent on wars in the Middle East and the machinery of war in other parts of the world. But I do know that it massively exceeds what is being spent to aid our fellow human beings.
As Archbishop Desmond Tutu says, “We are one world and these children are our children. Their fate is our fate, each of us can make a difference. Everyone can help to save lives.”
You, the reader, have the power to do something. Visit the Stephen Lewis Foundation website at http://www.stephenlewisfoundation.org and decide how you can help. Our governments and our corporations have so far, not been forthcoming. We are all members of the human race. Let’s act with humanity.

FOR MORE INFORMATION:

Global AIDS Alliance www.globalaidsalliance.org
Global Action for Children www.globalactionforchildren.org

Michael Wooller has an Alternative Medicine website and a Home Business website

The Silent Killer - A Cautionary Tale

It’s often referred to as the “silent killer” and it’s only by some form of divine intervention that it didn’t kill me.

I’m talking about high blood pressure.

According to recent estimates, nearly one in three adults in the industrial nations is likely to have high blood pressure, but because there are no symptoms, nearly one-third of these people don't know they have it. In fact, many people have high blood pressure for years without knowing it. The only way to tell if you have high blood pressure is to have your blood pressure checked.

Uncontrolled high blood pressure can lead to stroke, heart attack, heart failure or kidney failure. Hence high blood pressure is often called the "silent killer."

As I got into my forties I very occasionally chanced to get my blood pressure checked. It was usually on the high side. I would usually say things like “well I have ‘white coat syndrome’ so of course it is high. It’s always high when taken by a doctor”. And in fact if I had it taken at the local chemist it was usually a bit lower, so I wasn’t worried. Besides I didn’t want to be taking tablets for the rest of my life!

I didn’t go to the doctor very often. I was healthy and never had the need. I didn’t smoke, only drank now and then. However, on the rare occasions that I did visit the doctor, he would point out that I may be healthy but I certainly wasn’t fit!
Anyway this particular doctor was so concerned about me that after I left the district he sent me a prescription for blood pressure tablets!
I took them for a while, but I couldn’t see the point. OK, so my blood pressure may be a bit high, but I felt fine. There was nothing wrong with me. I had no symptoms. Hardly ever went to see a GP.

One night I drove home from work. I had been working a late shift so I got home around midnight. Had a glass of wine, checked my emails, as you do…………

First it was just awareness. The beautiful smiling face of my wife, brightly coloured in a sea of gray. It seems we had been talking for a while, though I don’t know what I had said. Penny’s voice is full of love and joy and encouragement.
I have no context to put it in so I just accept it in the now. There is only now. I have no past. The future is not contemplated. I see my daughter’s face and hear words of love, joy and encouragement. I am doing exceptionally well. With regards to what, I wonder? I gradually become aware of the ICU bed and the tubes and the wires and the oxygen mask. And it is all so normal. I’ve always been like this.

I had suffered an aortic dissection. It had been caused by years of high blood pressure. The main blood vessel serving my vital organs had split and was blocking the blood supply and my aortic valve was damaged. But by some miracle I was alive.

The fact that I am writing this piece is one of a series of miracles.

The fact that my youngest daughter was visiting us, sleeping on the lounge but not asleep and heard me fall is a miracle. The fact that I made alive to the hospital was a miracle as well as a testament to the skills of the paramedics who kept me alive. The fact that I survived the eight hour operation is another miracle and a testament to the skills of the surgeons and medical staff. The fact that I was found in time, survived the journey to the hospital, the operation and had no brain or organ damage is another miracle. I am very lucky. Most are not.

I am now on four different blood pressure tablets and will be for the rest of my life. However long that is!

Because my vascular system is weakened and damaged, I have to make sure that I average a blood pressure of less than 120/70 and I get yelled at if I pick my grandchildren up because that sort of muscular activity increases blood pressure.
But then, at least I am still here to be yelled at!

As you get older, keeping blood pressure in check is fundamental if you want a long and happy life.
I now have my own blood pressure meter and keep a constant check on it.

The moral is, take your blood pressure seriously. Buy yourself a meter, talk to your doctor, be proactive. It’s your life.

Prevention is simple. The results of ignorance often can only be rectified by divine intervention.

What is your blood pressure now?


Michael Wooller was only 60 when he had his near fatal heart attack. As a result he saw the futility of exchangeing now precious time for money, so he became an internet entrepreneur. Pay him a visit at his Home Business Centre or download a free e-book called Dotcomology "The Science Of Making Money On Line"

Do you have what it takes to be an e-entrepreneur?
Copyright © Stone Evans, The Home Biz Guy
Author of "Dotcomology - The Science of Making Money Online"

These days, it seems like everyone wants to work
from home and make money on the Internet. But
before you even turn on your computer, the first
question you have to ask yourself is whether
you’re cut out for this kind of work.

The fact is, building a home-based business isn’t
for everyone. Some people like the commute. They
really do enjoy having a boss who tells them what
to do, and they like the routine of working
nine-to-five for an ordinary salary that can
barely pay the mortgage. Personally, I think
they’re nuts.

More reasonably, there are people who are
concerned about the risk of starting up their own
business. They’re not sure it’s worth the
investment of time and money, and they’re scared
of the responsibility that comes with running
their own company. They wonder if there is
another way to escape the rat race.

I’m sure there is. You could win the lottery or
wait for your Aunt Sue to keel over and leave you
her condo. Or maybe you could sit down with a pen
and paper and draw the blueprint for "The Next
Big Thing". Anything can happen... Right?

For me, what happened was creating a successful,
self-running Internet marketing system. It didn’t
happen without effort. It didn’t happen without
at least some initial investment of both time and
money and, of course, it doesn’t happen now
without me making sure that the taxes are filed
and the paperwork is done. But it happened.

I’m my own boss. I work from home according to my
own schedule and I get to pocket all the cash my
business makes. If you’re prepared to give an
e-business the time, the work and the money it
needs to get started and get growing, it can
happen for you too.

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Being of a perverse nature and having a tendency to question things, I decided to do some research on the derogatory term ‘luddite’ (as in " what do you mean you’re not going to upgrade to XP, you luddite!"). A luddite in conventional language these days is someone who is opposed to new technology. Using this definition, a dedicated luddite would presumably do mathematical calculations using a stick and wet sand on the beach. Provided the stick wasn’t manufactured, of course! Seems far fetched, doesn’t it?
As it turns out my natural instinct for smelling injustice was accurate. The Luddites were a group of English cottage industry craftsmen of the early 1800’s who were fighting to retain their way of life. As we know, history is written by the victors, which in this case was not the Luddites. As a result the smear campaign of the time, promoted by the government and factory owners, stuck and they were painted as idiots afraid of change. It is this dis-information that gave rise to the modern definition of a luddite as a technophobe. What they were actually protesting was the destruction of their way of life by the introduction of large-scale textile factories.
And what an enviable way of life it was. Picture this, (please go to iTunes download and play ‘Morning’ from the Peer Gynt Suite), a small cottage in the bucolic English countryside. Butterflies flit from colourful flower to colourful flower whilst the birds sing sweetly in the lush green trees by the babbling brook. Inside the cottage the weaver is contently finishing his latest creation destined for the markets of Europe and because the price of his goods never changes, he knows how much he will be paid. His wife and children are happily helping him in his tasks. Pausing to refresh himself from his labours, he wanders out into the garden to check on the progress of the spinach, pull a few weeds out of the potato patch and throws the chickens some food left over from the family lunch………. I think I could cope with that!
So these craftsmen, faced with the life that they had built for themselves being destroyed by machine technology, petitioned parliament, but to no avail. Eventually they took more drastic measures and began to destroy the machines that were the source of their problems. They were not technophobes, they were people reacting to a very real threat to their idyllic cottage industry way of life. They did not target all technology, but rather those technologies that would have a negative effect on their lives and this is the point.
A quick look at the real history of the Luddite movement reveals that it was well thought out and that it was not change itself that the Luddites were afraid of, but rather the negative effects that the change would bring about. The Luddites predicted quite accurately that the factories would destroy their largely independent and self-sufficient lifestyles. Their movement was well organised and lasted for more than a year before the British army violently quashed it.
So a more correct definition of a Luddite would be some one who is against technology that does not enhance what it is to be human and someone who believes that not all technology is good technology – take the pogo stick for example!! Luddites were not fighting against technology but the effects of technology on the quality of life. Do you remember what computers were going to do for the quality of life? The paperless office, all menial and tedious tasks were going to automated and computerised and the average person would only to work two days a week! Yeah! Right!
In essence most people are not much better off today than the textile mill workers of the 19th century who were locked in a factory away from their homes and families, with no quality of enterprise. It’s just that today the ‘dilbert’ cubical is air conditioned!
The problems that the Luddites faced are still with us; the difference for us is that we were born in to them so we think it is normal.
But good news. Thanks to computer and satellite technology a new generation of pre-Luddite entrepreneurs is emerging. In our droves we are reversing the movement, leaving the factories and starting home based businesses just like the weavers of old.
Thanks to appropriate technology, we have the opportunity to conduct business whilst packing the kids off to school, planting the spinach, feeding the chickens and maybe an afternoon delight between google-ads.
The computer has replaced the weaver’s loom, the internet has replaced the traveling merchants, software has replaced the yarn, but I bet you we have the same aspirations for peace, joy and happiness as our ancestors.

So now is a good time to plan your escape from the open plan office and work station that enslaves you 8+ hours per day, that you spend 1+ hours getting to and 1+ hours getting home from.
Create the lifestyle that you want, visit me at my Home Business Centre and I’ll show you a way.

Michael Wooller
E-mail me

About the author: Michael Wooller is a 62 year old ex hippie Australian who has miraculously survived a massive heart attack and belatedly realised the futility of working in a pseudo factory exchanging (now very) precious time for not enough money to live well. He has a beautiful wife, four adult step children and three absolutely adorable step grand children. Sometimes he plays the guitar and sings old songs……. badly

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