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Meet the industrious Paul Lawrence a quiet conversation? A quiet conversation indeed, seated in an enchanting cafe in Brixton , in the middle of the afternoon . Opposite me is one of the titans of business . A giant of recruitment and a former investment banker whose portfolio include a decorated history with the bank of England and several other Iron men and women of industry. We are in the centre of  the Isle and as the interview begins i am enamoured by not just his grace , but the ease of his confidence , and knowledge of enterprise. Driven by a hunger to succeed and assist others no wonder this extraordinary man is one of the most desired recruiters in the market. Paul Lawrence has a mind engineered for success , habits of a diligent entrepreneur , this man will innovate your whole company with vision , precision and impact . A listener as well as an extraordinary thinker , a visionary . After earning the opportunity to work for the bank of England , and put forward for a ro

Most Professionals talk about levelling up, the point where your mind acts as a portal to create access for you. Driving your habbits and fueling your hunger for achievements. To level up you must pay attention to those you want to become like, observe their habbits, strategy and gameplan. What can you learn from it? What is missing in your strategy and action plan? What were their strategic plays, what are yours? How do you build momentum? Success is a mental game of chess, as much as it is a grind for some. You must exercise your mind, for example you have a concept in mind , a vision , you need a goal to get there. What habbits do you need to form in order to get there , who can you link too, that will engage you to people with a higher network. Do you have a journal to document your trials and successes, what are you learning and how are you implementing it. The right questions will lead you on a path to the right answers, the right answers with consistency will get you

You must have a strict discipline to counter just being a dreamer. Ideas are majestic things and when they throne us, we find ourselves lost in portals that claim much of our conversation. Yet this isnt just a talk you want to have with a friend or colleague, you must train your mind to accept accountability. You must rewire your brain to build a foundation, you must create a system and an itenary you follow day by day in order to succeed. The subconscious mind needs to be talked out of its lazy habbits and routines, it must declare itself a leader against many of its opposing conflicts, by repetitive, positive, and productive actions. Get busy being busy with an end goal in mind, have your vision in your sight and make sure in time you can touch it, feel it, connect to it and call on it. Be precise, and be goal orientated, also work on manifestation by consistent meditation this will cool your mind, and liberate your thoughts so you acquire furthermore access to your ideas and n

There are primary keys to your success and the discipline that comes with elevating yourself. Before you start this journey to achieve your wealth goals and your vision. I want you to have a mental checklist of those who tried to stop you, those who tried to sabotage you out of jealousy and their own malice. Now think of your checklist of those who are supporting you, a wealth of experiences that makes you want to propel yourself forward. The mind can act as a bank, an atm. Use these memories to propel yourself forward and engineer your success. When you are tired, if an image of what success looks like to you doesn't do it, visualise those people who tried to stop you, those people who tried to sabotage you, and use their inferiority and their jealous weakness as a key to engineer your success. Let their words be the reason you get up in the mornings, the reason you keep going, and the reason you stay hungry. Anger feeds passion, you won't accomplish your goal by simply sa

Access to wealth is all about building effective leadership and management habbits. You need to conquer yourself and monetise  your time, but don't get frustrated,that doesn't happen straight away. There are keys to accessing wealth and sustaining growth, be open to creativity , be coach able , and be willing to be mentored by people more successful than you. You can watch videos, YouTube seminars, webinars, podcasts or listen to audiobooks. Your goal is not just to consume as much wisdom as possible, but to execute it. Many people fail at their attempts to succeed because they lack key things ,consistency which leads to momentum, they are willing to fail and learn , or some believe they will acquire glory simply by just picking up a book, or pressing play on the iPad. It is more than this, have a handy notepad ready and write this down. Abundance is in the mind, when you alienate consistency you fail to develop a discipline that which will sustain you. You do not devel

If it's a change you want, challenge old habbits and accumulate wisdom on wealth.  Knowledge empowers us all, it gives us strategy, it gives us access, and provides creative input. It is easy to sit at home, be entitled and exclaim, why me, why has the universe not blessed me with a heavy purse. You need a stream of income that is bountiful, and in order to create that financial freedom you have to be willing to learn. Learn from your experiences, learn about finance, and save and hold the capital you do have until it grows and becomes worthy of investments. I have been there ten times over, get rich quick schemes do not work, yet your journey to finance is teaching you key skills you need to financially educate yourself. Patience, discipline, focus, educating yourself outside the confines of a strict base, and wisdom. To make an impact you must be willing to learn and up skill yourself, create a daily routine, divide your day into nuggets of time. For each nugget what will

A little boy said he moves mountains with mind, can see through walls as though objects defined, though in a wheelchair he'll be walking so tall, there are those with plain sight who see nothing at all. These are my eyes, yet this is my sight, I am an orb I am pure light. A vision that conquers, checkmate in my heart, a magic to finish and a passion to start. I see great things for you I said, beyond the smoke, the clutter of life, you've learnt to cope, things won't be smoothe sailing, there's rough seas ahead, yet a little hope is always good for the bread.

It was an ancient thought which arose him from a dusky sleep, the fear of living a life less satisfied, unfulfilled, dreamer with itching Bones. As Alex Rossi glared at the blue scape of Ocean his eyes dotting the fish which jumped out like ballerina's a thought crossed his mind. Once upon a time, he had been a beast of a man, a flyer who made life itself afraid. He had been a champion of a man who set sturdy goals leaving not even the spine of them to Marvel at, yet the loss of his dearest had deconstructed it all. What makes up the foundations of a fortress of a man, this lion, this Kingsman, when his heart is in the other realm. It was that doctor and her lazy tone, the one with the Midnight hair, and the chestnut brown eyes framed by astute bookish glasses. "Suicide," she had said, the word he wished was smoke in the air. There were days where the ache of longing made him glare at the cocktail of medicines on his desk, when he'd lay in bed for hours wishin

Game of Dice "You know to love so much , you dont have to sacrifice so many selves," Jada reached across to her mother, perching an ebony hand like a kiss on her caramel skin. "He left again didnt he?" Mother looked away, her silver eyes a window to a soul knotted with anxiety. " All that runnin' im tired of all that runnin' i just wanna love him." "He doesn't love you back." "I did everything," she wept,"everything for Leonard. I just asked of him to be there." Jada stared hard at her mothers slender frame. Rosalyn Taylor Smith was an extraordinary beauty, her features were aristocratic, sharp, striking. A nose like a dagger, bedroom eyes framed by spider lashes, men stopped when she walked by, women glared enviously. Yet Rosalyn's obsession with an alcoholic, who had a passion for Frances night life was heart breaking. "I sold the car you know," there was a croak in her voice "i was gon

1.        It is easy to join the mob, what a racket they make, they are the loudest, so you think their voices are being heard, but beyond those dulling echoes there is a different sound. The sound of their fear like a choir, it choruses the skies, rings like a shrill bell, and announces the imbalance in their souls, the discontent. People often complain about following the masses , yet are so consumed with the concept of what the media or tv has replicated or informed them normal is. The question is normal has evolved so many times, and has become so liberal, everybody’s theory of normal is different. Yet there is one thing that society holds unto when they do preach about normal, a fear of someone who is different, the outsider, the individual, or the eccentric. If that person had more numbers and more people conformed or subscribed to their life routine, maybe they’d be normal and you wouldn’t be. I’m starting to question whether normal is simply the fear of what’s Alien

"I could have died right there," my friend Kim announces. Christ everything is drama with this chic. " Just right there, not anywhere else?" I offer sarcastically. He's just a guy. Matthew Cole is just a guy, yet suddenly her whole world revolves around getting his attention. "What happened to Womens independence, Feminism,playing hard to get," I snap. Then I could have died right there. Literally I could have let the ground swallow me up. Kim fixes me with an arctic grey stare, drags her hair up and shoves it into a tidy little bun. She gets that look on the hockey pitch, when she wants to fight someone. Her chestnut hair wild like a stallions mane, her voluptuous mouth set in a firm line.  I step back, to create some space between us, the wind is like razors out here in the playground and the care taker hasn't come yet. " what is it with you?" She tosses back. Finally shoving her hands into her blue puffer jacket pockets. "R

We die day by day, selves slewn, no detective. I have been slaughtered by Love ridiculed by its side effect, it is a poisonous lover and yet I remain enchanted. Enthralled. Who could love this, I used to say, this flawed, distorted self, who would claim this as their belonging, be on an Island with this self. I say, it is a dangerous thing to love, to need, to awaken something like fire deep in the recesses of your mind. To be swallowed whole by it, drowning in the saliva of its words, yet thirsty still. There are people out there, mother warns in love with being in love. People out there who are tempest, and literature, who are fragmented now because they realised something was missing. They were missing a love. How do I love thee, let me count the ways, damaged through history, for the rest of our days, I find myself lonesome, and longing without you, I find myself turning many shades of blue. It was a poem I rehearsed in drama class, one that Eleanore Toms wrote in

It wasn't what I expected, he wasn't what I expected. My friend Marcus has changed a lot, there's a venom in him. His words seethe with rage, they leak out of the crevices of his tongue. Poison that they are. He used to be that guy, the smiler in the neighbourhood, the one who always waved at you first. But somethings strange about him, these days. There's a sickness in his eyes where there was warmth, a darkness where there was light, and yesterday his soul felt completely black. " I'm not a how was it for you,kind of girl." I stretch my tall limbs out to the edge of his mahogany bed post.my breasts are pert beneath the sapphire blanket. I used to feel a warmth in his room. The embers in the fireplace, the painting of a more retro urban Monalisa, the gold chandeliers, when we were kids we used to do yoga on his older brothers tiger rug which he had claimed for himself. " would it be cheesy if I admitted, that it made me feel cheap," I tie

We dissolve ambition when we use fear words. Words such as can't, impossible, or when we engage our highest self with a mediocre mind. If it was easy everybody would be doing it,but it can be broken down with bitesized challenges. You can face the fear with fight, strategy and execution. It is a game of mind over matter, you must allow yourself to fail, lose, time again, allow yourself to make sacrifices, to experience the sadness of not fitting in because you want something different because you are different now. You are birthing a new dream. You are layering a path for yourself with positive affirmations, a plan, and the belief that you can, and you will.

Self you are strong,Self you are wise, self you are growing, not in disguise. Each morning, stand before the mirror and remind yourself exactly how beautiful and how strong you truly are. Why? Because Life is just round the corner with its challenges ready to challenge your faith, ready to test the parameters of your being, of your strength of your wisdom. Nurture yourself daily with an inspirational quote, have a notepad where you list your successes, and you celebrate yourself, because doubt will come in like a chorus. Doubt is eager to make you stagnant, procrastinate, question every molecule in your being, it will whisper words that encourage such sweet surrender. Words that are like poems in your ears, yet whatever the challenge to build up your dream, believe in your strength, believe in your ability to execute. It wont always be a bed of roses, but you want to get to a point where your able to build a steely momentum.

Ive heard people say to each other " the struggle is real," so is the fight. Warrior, lionness, champion and braveheart. Life will push you till your at full tilt, it will carve a self that you may not recognise in your reflection. It was a self in the shadows all along. When your in a real fight you know your stance, your head is high, shoulders up, fists prepped, you have your dignity to think about after all there is a world watching. Life has put you in the ring, old fears and anxieties lurk like wolves hunting for a carcass, but they wont be feeding today. Today you have a gameplan, today you have a strategy, you must prepare to execute it at will.

The warrior lives within, amidst the panic, the chaos and the cries of fear, trying to propel whatever progress you attempt to make. Whatever momentum you are trying to build. It is easy for others to bury you in old fears, warnings, alarm bells which trigger sweat pangs and a stampeding heart in the dim of the night, to wake you in the early hours of the morning. Yet here is a thought. Today is an opportunity like no other, there were some who thought they'd have another day to conquer, a script written in their minds, yet others came to find them with a closed chapter. This is your book, this life is your chapters you are penning progressive change, you are delivering yourself to a place of access, and for those who battle an internal conflict you are challenging every Goliath. Who will win the dual. The battle is won and lost in the mind, declare yourself champion , declare yourself master and captain of your ship.