Yes, yes, we actually DO understand that you know better.
No one’s arguing that you don’t know better.
You’re simply invited to duplicate the results of people who are doing better.
99% of us understand the words, while MisterShortcut is sure you agree that eighty percent of us don’t get it.
How could the
Zen of Master Shortcuts, or the Universe, fail to admire those who do?
Just like you, me, and the next-door neighbor's cousin's former music teacher,
these people prove that actions always speak louder than words,
that tiny little steps have enormous proportions when you line them up in a row.
This is true when building domino bridges and electrical power plants;
it's true when you wind up a spring and applies when you turn up the volume.
This is a universal law of life, which makes it a PowerGem.
PowerGems are perfectly universal,
or as close as human life allows in the arena of perfection.
Precisely because there are so few legitimate absolutes in life does the wise person grab at least one if not more than one of the few absolutes of life. If you're not sure what that means, "grabbing" a perfect truth, is there a better time and place? Literally just between you and I, here and now.
When you accept an absolute truth, it means more than nodding our heads.
It means taking it an and making use, obtaining benefit from it.
Knowing that something is absolutely certain to happen gives you a great advantage.
Someone who understands and accepts that the sun rises every day can make money on this certainty,
whether it's selling a light bulb, or a cute little photosensitive device that turns the light off in daytime.
Knowing something in advance gives any person in possession and acceptance of that information a distinct advantage,
because you can act upon the information in the certainty that a defined result will occur.
Think of Wally Amos. Broke, and with less than twenty-eight dollars to his name needed holiday gifts for many of his immediate and extended family. He knew for an absolute fact that a particular mix of simple ingredients, baked at so many degrees for so many minutes, would produce a fantastically rare cookie - pretty much every time, with only an occasional burned batch.
The cookies were so preciously delicious that his own friends and relatives, knowing he was a bum, who could not even read or write despite being in his forties, actually put tens and twenties together to get him a four hundred dollar oven to put into his shack. Yes, his shack. He lived in a shack on the beach. He ran ridiculously long electrical extension cords to steal electricity to run the oven. Using his advance knowledge, knowing for a fact that human beings could not resist these cookies, he baked a several hundred cookies, put them into a hundred small brown paper bags and went out. You have to love this, because it's all true; thens and thousands and ultimately hundreds of thousands of people got involved in this.
He would walk into each grocery store or supermarket, approach the manager and invite them to taste the cookies. Sure, some people were too suspicious, and doubly so because here'a middle-age man who hardly inspired an image of prosperity. Others may have turned him away just because he was black, and that's okay, because life evens things out nicely with the help of people who note such things.
Fact is, approximately one hundred percent of the people who tasted his cookies responded in ways so closer to perfectly identical to one another as to make you think this cookie has got to launch. Nearly every person who ate them looked at him as if he were from another planet. Not one of the hundreds and hundreds of managers he visited had ever tasted a chocolate chip cookie even related to this level of perfection.
We don't know if he ever got the chance to properly thank his grandma, whose chocolate chip cookie recipe was the origin of all this pleasure. We do assuredly know how grateful he was, and remained, as a human being and an actual living hero. Just to prove that nice guys do win once in awhile, imagine enjoying fantastic and rare wealth for a few years, and fame for a few more years, and genuine hero status for another twenty years beyond that not for his earlier exploits but for the magnificent services he continually performed year after year after year after year. So when people want to know how MisterShortcut became obsessive about living a life of service - albeit for selfish reasons in that effective service gives one greater and more frequent rushes of intense physical and emotional pleasure than anything else in the world -
one need only look at the lives of Wally Amos, of Paul Newman, or Dr. Michael Harris, that rare doctor who qualifies as human angel, and it's easy to see how any of us can be bright enough to let the light shine in.
Just as it is with stories and movies, fairy tales are based upon the imagination. So is every product and service created throughout Man's presence on earth.
Many of thse stories, movies, and fairly tales have ended with the words, "happily ever after."
Yes, Virginia, there IS a happily ever after, and you can get there faster than your critics will see. Once you arrive at "happily ever after," you'll still have challenges here and there, have no fear; they'll appear. The difference between where you're at now and the quality of "happily ever after," is that you will respond differently.
How and as you stand now, you take in information and, withing seconds, form opinions, and then act upon them.
Good, bad or indifferent, you follow this patterns dozens and even hundreds of times per day, don't you?
When you move from here to "happily ever after," when you are actually in the zone of "happily ever after,"
your pattern of response will be almost diametrically changed, comprehensively keeping you IN "happily ever after."
Like a magic shield of lubricant that specifically prevents excessive abrasion in during high friction moments,
just as a helmet protects a head scraping on the concrete at speeds even faster than walking or running.
Do you fully grasp the difference? Two people falling off a motorcycle. We don't even want to visualize it,
no matter how true it is, no matter how often we hear bad news... unless we open up and make use of useful information.
The difference between useful information and the use of useful information is not small enough for us to focus on with something approaching intelligence. The better that the information is, the more likely that the information is correct, is how you get broad evidence that a shortcut is
which the Zen of Master Shortcuts promises
put them inShh. Quiet your mind. We're going to share some great value, definably and quickly increasing your power.
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