Sales Skills – Finding Direction

Confidence in your own ability to do well in business and in life starts with a clear understanding of where you are headed.  And where the world is headed.

Is prosperity on the horizon?   Or another cataclysmic drop in economy like 1932?   And if it is a drop how can you protect yourself?

Confidence starts with you.

Here’s a cutting from a Quantum Masters Meeting last November.

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Enjoy.  It’s my old glib self.

Tom Pauley

Brain Stroke Miracle Healing 10

Before I get into the real reasons behind Stroke Tom I want to talk about another aspect of my Brain Stroke Miracle Healing.  Some will call it luck.  Some will call it good sense.  Others may wonder why I’m talking about it at all.

But in my life it’s a 100% gold plated Miracle Healing.

I’m sure I mentioned that I don’t remember much about the three days I spent in ICU deciding if I’d live or die.

I do, however, remember floating around ICU on occasion.  Spying on the nurses, watching other patients, listening in on conversations.   Then somebody would come running into the room and spoil my out of body experience.  They’d shut off the buzzers and mess with me until I was “safely” back in my half dead body chocking and gurgling once again.

Imagine floating peacefully on a rubber raft in a lagoon on a tropical island paradise in the South Pacific.  Now, this is the greatest peace you’ve ever known.  You have absolutely no cares or concerns.  Money, obligation, health, all your earthly concerns amount to “nada”.

You are at peace and you are loving the beauty of creation.

Then ZAP!  Just like that an invisible tether attached to your heart grabs you, rips you from your tropical paradise and drags you at the speed of light back into the most painful and hopeless situation of your life.  All this accompanied by a loud, high-pitched squeal akin to scraping a blackboard with a nail.  Only much louder and a lot more disturbing.

Talk about a wake up call.

Boy, it’s hard to talk about this stuff.  It dredges up memories I had mercifully forgotten.  Still, I know I must tell my story.

Because that’s what I must do.  I am called to tell you what I am about to say.

Yes, it was painful.  Yes, I wanted to stay out of my body.  But I had a decision to make and I needed help.  Not just from the multitudes of Divine Hosts, Angels and Guides.   Not just from the brilliant and colorful waves of healing and love I received from good people around the world.

I also needed the hands-on, physical help I received from the doctors, nurses and therapists in Saddleback Hospital.

Here again is my Miracle Healing shining bright.  Not only was I divinely directed to one of the best facilities and staffs for dealing with strokes.  Not only did they provide me with world-class care, they made sure I had a bod to come back to.   All this despite my best efforts to be a monumental pain-in-the-backside.

The miracle is I had the money to pay for it all.  Some $300,000.00+ and counting.  And no, it wasn’t all my money.

Turns out strokes aren’t cheap.  And there’s no time to work a deal when you’re having one.  The miracle of earthly miracles is that we had health insurance.

“Trust God and tie your camel.”

Now, I must admit I fought getting health insurance tooth and nail all my life.  In fact, out of 41 years of marriage we’ve had health insurance 7 years.

All because of Diane.  And every time she raised hell and demanded it, we wound up needing it.  I believe she’s an angel sent from heaven to keep me straight and well.

I actually have proof that’s true.  But that story involves a Black Sabbath, Halloween, beer party and a magically appearing Cajun White Witch.

That probably doesn’t belong here.

Yes, I thank God I had good health insurance.  If I hadn’t I don’t know what would have happened to me.  I know I wouldn’t have been in that hospital very long.  If at all.

I probably wouldn’t be ambulatory and certainly not writing this blog, today.

Health Insurance is absolutely necessary.  But why in God’s green earth does it have to cost so darn much?!

Next year it will cost us almost $30,000 just to have coverage.  Hell, some people don’t even make that much.  It’s not right.  It’s not moral.  It’s not humane.  It’s not Christian or Moslem or Buddhist.  And it’s definitely not good for this struggling economy.

Worst of all, it’s just not necessary. We have the power to change things.

I’m lucky.  One-third of the country doesn’t have health insurance because they can’t afford it.  62% of all bankruptcies are the result of health care bills.  And 65% of American’s want change.

Can’t we do something?  Obviously, anything is better than what we have.  Most of the arguments against change are just plain fear.  FEAR we will lose out on something.  FEAR it will cost too much.  FEAR of what we don’t know.

FEAR and greed.  The insurance companies like things the way they are.  It makes trillions for a select few.

Well, I’m not afraid to say I know what it’s like to need an insurance card to get help.  Boy, that changes everything.  When you’re experiencing a painful, maybe life threatening event, all you want is help.  You don’t think about politics or what the media has to say. All you want is help, fast.

And that requires buckets full of cash.  Or an insurance card.

Let’s make it so no one will ever be denied care again.  If not for your own sake, then for your human brothers and sisters.  You can effect change just by adjusting your attitude.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”  All the messengers of God have said a variation of that Devine Directive.

Why are we even arguing about this?  Let God do the heavy lifting.

Write:  I have the correct Health Insurance for me.
It covers  my needs.
It is easily paid for.
It’s for my highest Good.
It is good for all concerned.
I am thrilled with it.

Stand up to FEAR every chance you get.  Open you heart to Universal Love.  Allow your heart to guide you and your life will always be blessed.

I love you so much for all your support and your love.   I wouldn’t be here without it.  Thank you for allowing me this pointedly American rant.

You can’t out give the Universe.

•    More to come –

Selling Skills – Lover's Secret

Listen to this 5 minute conversation between Tom and Dave Edman on one of of the fundemenl aspects of selling.  Especially when working in the Portal.

Imagine what the rest of show (2 hours) was like.

Selling Skills – Lover’s Secret

Listen to this 5 minute conversation between Tom and Dave Edman on one of of the fundemenl aspects of selling.  Especially when working in the Portal.

Imagine what the rest of show (2 hours) was like.

Brain Stroke Miracle Healing 9

Great News!  My stroke recovery is now complete.

I believe with all my heart that I’m already completely recovered.  Regardless of my limitations.  Regardless of how far I have to go in my revitalization.  I had a Miracle Healing and I believe my stroke recovery is 100% complete.

Doctors say “I’m lucky.” Or “the stoke was obviously not as bad as we thought.” Or “your determination has done this for you.” Or “you’re making great progress.”  Or “all strokes are different.”

OK. But that isn’t the whole story.

The story really is about what you believe.  If you believe you’re lucky, then you are.  If you believe the doctors are always right, then they are.  And if you believe that stuff just happens, then it does.  And if you believe you’re completely recovered, then you are.

For years I’ve said “what you think, is.”  Sadly, that’s not quite true.

Because of all your faculties, of all your abilities, your brain is just too frail to carry the entire load. Now, I’m fairly strong willed.  But even I think about throwing in the towel once in a while when the weight of the opposition gets too heavy.

You start off thinking, “I’m going to recover completely.”  You write a parameter saying,”  I recover completely.”  You visualize yourself fully recovered.  You buy it lock stock and barrel.  You own your complete recovery.

Unfortunately, most of the world disagrees with you.  Conventional wisdom says it’s not realistic to recover completely.  Especially considering your situation.  Better to accept what must be accepted and make the best with what you have rather than dream of things that might not be.

Oh, your friends and family try to get on board, but somebody is always in their ear.  A well-meaning doctor who knows and believes all the latest research.  A well-meaning article on MSN written by someone who believes people need to be realistic.

God Bless the well-meaning.

Your own pain begins to plant seeds of doubt.  You’ve been improving steadily.  It’s only been six months.  But you are in constant pain of some sort.  You still can’t walk without a brace which is hot and distracting and uncomfortable.  Your right knee screams as you walk.   You type with one hand which is slow going and you only get about three hours before you are exhausted.

You swim for an hour and you are exhausted.

Oh, and when I say exhaustion I mean total physical and mental exhaustion. Overwhelming, debilitating, can’t-do- squat, doesn’t-go-away-sometimes-for-two-or-three-days exhaustion.  Regardless of the cause, mental or physical, “stroke fatigue” means your whole system shuts down.  You must rest.  You can only rest.  You can’t even read.  Forget physics and Psi books.  Even Dan Brown’s new novel is out of the question.

Lord God Almighty!  How much television can one human watch without going as crazy as whoever writes that stuff?  (Thank God for Nebraska Football.)

And didn’t the doctors say, “you’ll get back 80% of what you’ll get in three months?” Or was it six months?  Or two years?  All strokes are different, you know.  Aaaaggggghhhh!!!

Sometimes the frustration gets so bad you just want to jump in the car and drive to the mountain or the ocean and just sit in nature and recharge your soul.  That’s when it hits you.

The state took your driver’s license away.  You’re grounded!

So, you focus on the good stuff.  You focus on how much you’ve recovered so far.

You’re out to breakfast and you’re feeling good.  Your smile is nearly straight, now.  Your speech is better.  Your right arm and hand are working much better.  You can move your fingers independently.  Yep, you’re doing good.  Maybe good enough for a video after breakfast.  Proudly, you decide to try the pepper mill.  But your right hand slips, falls on the plate and, bingo, you’re wearing two eggs, over easy, sliced tomatoes and a blueberry blintz.

Very colorful.

Or you decide to invite your friends to a rare treat.  You grill the Stone River Salmon your wife froze the week of Stroke Tom.  Things go well as you grill the delicacy to perfection.  Then you call the gang to dinner and promptly drop the fish on the ground in front of everyone.

Including two very grateful cats.

Pretty soon you start to ask others what they think.  Will you ever get it all back?  Do you think I’m making progress?  What do my cards say?  You start reading statistics.  You watch stories about how someone learned to live with their disability.  You compare yourself with how fast Patricia Arquette recovered on Medium.

It’s all you can think about.

Inevitably, you begin to doubt yourself.  You doubt your own ability to recover.  It might just be better to go with the flow.  Accept your disability.  Stop all the struggle and live with what I have.

That’s when you realize how weak your mind is.

Here’s the secret that makes millionaires out of beggars and bankrupts.  The secret that makes miracles happen.

You must involve your heart if you want a Miracle Healing.  Your heart is far more powerful than your brain.  And more loyal.

Your mind can remember a Miracle Healing.  Your mind can tell about a Miracle Healing.  But only your heart can keep it alive.

It’s not easy.  You have to surrender your will to the will of the Universe.  Completely.

You must believe…really believe with all your heart… that you can have your deepest desire regardless of what the world thinks or believes.

Believe that God can give you anything you want faster than you can blink your eye.

Believe it.  Trust it.  Keep it safe and alive in your heart.

This is the secret.  This is the secret.  This is the secret.

Brain Stroke Miracle Healing 8

March 28, 2009 I was alone in my home writing when I noticed my mouse getting heavy.  Then my right leg got heavy.  I was having my first stroke.  I called 911 and was rushed to the hospital.  That was a minor stroke and about an hour later the ER doctor was about to release me.  While talking to my kids I had another stroke.  Then another and another and….  I had seven strokes before Sunday morning.

Along the way I had a monster stroke.  The doctors said they “thought they had lost” me.  That means I had no vital signs.

Lost, dead, kaput, sayonara.   Happy trails, cowboy; you’re heading for the that big roundup in the sky.

Naturally, they took full credit for keeping me alive.  And I’m truly thankful for their considerable efforts.  But what they didn’t know…what they couldn’t know was that I was still deciding whether I’d live or die.

Maybe I was better prepared to understand this experience because of my work in the Portal.  Maybe God wanted me to remember so I could tell you about it.  Maybe it’s good Irish luck.  Maybe all of the above.  I have no idea.

I remember waking Sunday morning in ICU, paralyzed and wired to a bank of electronic monitors.  I was choking on my own saliva and when I tried to speak strange guttural sounds had replaced my clear and powerful voice.  My beloved voice

The head neurologist was talking to my family.  I couldn’t make much of it out.  He seemed to speak in a foreign language.  It sounded like English, but his words made absolutely no sense at all.

A couple of months later Penelope told me what he said.  He said that I made it through the night, but this was as good as it would get.  One of the strokes was on the major artery in the left side of my brain.  That part of my brain was dead and, if I lived, I would never walk, speak, dress, or feed myself again.  That I’d never get out bed or read or write ever again.

My family spent the day with me.  A day of smiles and deeply sad eyes.  Except for Diane.  She didn’t hear a word the doctor said.  As she has for forty-one years she loved and believed in me.  We’d overcome so much together I’m sure she just thought this was another chapter in our lifelong adventure.  One from which we would emerge stronger than ever.

As they shuffled me off to more brain scans Penelope was on the phone to our psychic friends network.

In the morning she talked to a friend in South Carolina who said, “Tom’s in a very dark place right now.  He’s deciding between life and death.  You must tell him why this is happening.”

Our friend went on to explain why I had a stroke.  Again not the physical details, but the more important Quantum or spiritual reason.  The real reason.  The root cause.  The reason you can work with and change.  Otherwise bad things just keep on coming.

I did not, however, get that message.  I couldn’t.  My ability to process speech was zonkers.  I could understand the nurses in their break room 200 feet away with crystal clarity.  But I couldn’t get much of what was said in my room.

I was already out of my body and half way to the other side.  Afterlife retirement party here I come.

By this time healers, mystics, prayer groups and good people all over the world were going to bat for me with prayers, positive thoughts and healing energy.  My stroke had enlisted an army of love.  This army played a lead role in my Miracle Healing.  All that power directed at me…all that love literally changed my physical reality.

I was so close to leaving, but then I remember feeling a warm and strengthening wave wash over me.  It was like having your mother hold you and comfort you as a child, but even more powerful.  It was the first time in my life I’d known anything like it.  For the first time in my life I knew that other people loved me.  I knew my family loved me, but I never really felt loved or accepted by others.

If you’ve read any of the comments on this blog you’ll know that sounds crazy.  But it’s true.  My whole life I’ve felt alienated and alone.  That changed in one glorious moment as I was about to die.  It brings tears to my eyes even as I write this.

In a blinding flash I saw my possible life.  I saw the tough road to recovery, I saw my beautiful wife, my children, my grand children (including holding little Finn).  I saw all the people pulling for me, loving me.

And then, I saw my chance to play a role in the maturation of  humankind.  The remaking of our society into a peaceful, caring, generous civilization.  The next inevitable stage in the evolution of the world.  These are things I’ve dreamed to be part of since that day in my Uncle Herman’s study when I was nine.

Although where I was I had no physical body, I began to glow with a bright cerulean blue essence. All your love gave me the strength to see my choice clearly.

This is the day ancients dreamed of seeing.  King David offered up his life to live now if only for a minute.  How could I leave?  Without an instant of further hesitation I chose to live.

And here’s the crazy part in that instant everything changed.  I saw it change.  I was flooded with color.  Colors filled my being.  Colors I’d never seen before.  Mesmerizing colors filled with wonder and hope  and comfort and melody and healing.  Miracle Healing.

About 4:00 p.m. Sunday they took me for one more MRI just to be sure.  By then I’d decided to live.  By then everything had changed.

We didn’t see the results of the MRI till the next morning, but I knew.   Penelope got another call from South Carolina as she left that evening.
“What’s happened?” Our friend said.  “Everything’s changed.  He’s surrounded by light.  He’s decided to live and it looks like a full recovery.”

The next morning the Doctor said he had good news.  The strangest thing happened.  He didn’t know how to explain it.  Must have been a mistake in the first seven brain scans.  He’d never missed something like this before.  But the good news is the dead spot in my brain is not on the main artery after all. “It seems to have moved,” he almost said.   “He may have some recovery after all.”

Diane didn’t hear that either.  She knew I’d pull through.  I had work to do.  I was needed.  She needed me.  Besides I wouldn’t leave her without saying goodbye.

Of course, that still leaves the bigger question.  Why did this stroke happen in the first place?  Why do bad things happen to good people?  Did I ask for it?  Remember you get what you ask for.  You ask and the Universe delivers.  Who would ask for something like this?  That’s nuts.

Thank God I now know the answer.  And, I seemed to have resolved the cause.  Finally.  I’m much more at peace these days.  Perhps I’ll write about that soon.  Maybe that’s something for next time.  First I need to process what I just wrote.