The Cloning of Success by John Assaraf - "The Street Kid"

WOW!!! The Street Kid Blew me away with his
presentation of the Cloning of Success Workshop
in San Diego last weekend.

This program was delivered as promised John
delivered with fantastic information, that was
very well presented with an easy to follow
step-by-step system to apply what you learned.

His session wasn't very "motivational" like so
many that rev your engines for a day or two
while you are there only to be let down later
when the seminar "high" wears off.

This seminar focussed on how to reprogram
your subconscious mind to create the results
you desire NOT exactly the tactics and strategies
that you would usually associate with a business
success seminar.

The biggest take away for me was that instead
of working with my conscious mind (stuffing more
info/tactics/strategies on top of what I already
know), I need to use my power center the subconscious
(which controls 87% of my outcomes and all of my habits).

John's techniques for doing this included many
strategies that I knew already but he showed
me a very different way to apply them, his
subconscious bombardment method which
is total saturation is brilliant (can't believe
I didn't think of it first!).

You want to change anything you have to work
on your beliefs...start with beliefs, your beliefs
drive your habits and the habits drive your
behavior and your results.

For years I have been "trying" thinking I needed
new/more information when I really needed "application",
"immersion" and "implementation".

Anyway as my friends in the UK say it was
"spot on" for me.

I highly recommend that you at the very least
read his book The Street Kid's Guide to Having it ALL
or attend his next live event in May click here
for more info The Cloning of Success

A new home study will be available in 30 days
from the event I attended also you can order
it at his web site
The Street Kid's Guide to Having it ALL

I hope this is helpful....Dave

PS On a scale of 1 - 10 John delivered a 20!!!!

The Daffodil Garden

The Daffodil Garden
by Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

Several times my daughter had telephoned to
say,"Mother, you must come see the daffodils
before they are over."

I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from
Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next
Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her
third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had
promised, and so I drove there. When I finally
walked into Carolyn's house and huggedand greeted
my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils,
Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog,
and there is nothing in the world except you and
these children that I want to see bad enough to
drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive
in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't
get me back on the road until it clears, and then
I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage
to pick up my car." "How far will we have to drive?"

"Just afew blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used
to this." After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where
are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled,
"by way of the daffodils." "Carolyn," I said sternly,
"please turn around." "It's all right, Mother, I promise.

You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.
"After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel
road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church,
I saw a hand lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden."

We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I
followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner
of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the
most glorious sight.

It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold
and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes.

The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns
great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon
yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow.

Each different colored variety was planted as a group so
that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own
unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. "It's just
one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the
property. That's her home."

Carolyn pointed to a well kept A frame house that
looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory.

We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a
poster."Answers to the Questions I Know You Are
Asking" was the headline.

The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read.
The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman.
Two hands, two feet, and very little brain."
The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was, The Daffodil Principle.

For me, that moment was a life changing experience.
I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who,
more than forty years before, had begun one bulb at a
time-to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an
obscuremountain top.

Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year,
had changed the world. This unknown woman had
forever changed the world in which she lived.

She had created something of ineffable (indescribable)
magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.The principle her
daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles
of celebration.

That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires
one step at a time often just one baby step at a time-and
learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation
of time.

When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments
of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent
things. We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn.

"What might I have accomplished if I had thought
of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago
and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time'
through all those years.

Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day
in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays.
The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead
of acause for regret is to only ask,
"How can I put this to use today?"


Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards --- author

NOTE: This is a real garden by Mrs. Gene Bauer
of Running Spring, CA
http://doityourself.com/flowers/paintingwithflowers.htm

Anyone can visit during peak bloom time, early March
to early April. The garden is located below Running Springs,
California, in the San Bernardino Mountains.

From the city of Highland (about 60 miles east of
downtown Los Angeles), take Highway 330 toward
Running Springs.

Drive 14 miles into the mountains to the intersection of
Live Oak Dr. and Fredalba. Turn right on Fredalba and
proceed one mile. Park in the church parking lot.

From there, signs will direct you.

She has been through 2 fires in the last 4 years and has
lost many of the daffodils. Perhaps, only if you want to,
you can send her $5 in the mail so she can buy a few
new bulbs.

Mrs. Gene Bauer's Daffodil Garden
c/o St. Ann's Catholic Church
30480 Fredalba Rd.
Running Springs CA 92382