Keys to your conquest:Wealth

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 saying "yes I want to be a millionaire" you will say " yes I'm going to be a millionaire, and use the weak words of those who tried to destroy my dreams to propel me forward. The more they say, the more you keep going, elevating yourself , countering procrastination and fear. Play with words, words are very powerful things, they attract vibrations. Remind yourself every morning that you are going to become a millionaire, and have a plan for exactly how your going to do it.


Ask a lot of questions. The right questions will always lead you to the path of finding the right answers.
As you nurture your habbits, be wise with the choices you make,


Have insight into your vision. Insight is all about inside knowledge, engagement, experience, listen to other stories , learn about how they executed their ideas .

Short story excerpt:Once Upon

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 wishing he was curled up to her long aristocratic frame. Wishing he could watch her move like a shadow cat across the room once again, her thick Afro hair, her dimpled brown eyes, and the calm of her smile. When had she stopped smiling, when had he stopped listening, and how did she keep that secret for so long? He would take care of it, he would take care of all Sylvia's messes, he shook himself out of the stupor, he would be great in memory of her and turn her foundation into something spectacular. The guilt had eaten him for years, of his affairs, her affairs, the projects they should have been fixing but when two broken glass people come together it can be a puzzle with missing pieces. Alex pulled the hood over his head from the white sweatshirt. Opened his yellow flask and just as he reached to take a sip of the iced tea he'd packed, he felt it then. The frame of a gun, pressing against the back of his head, and a silky voice transport him back to another reality. "Hello Alex," she spoke , her Russian accent polished, the quiver in her voice barely audible,"Remember me?"

The purpose of persistence

Don't be passive in a world where your meant to collide with dreams, you will feel lazy, tired exhausted from the tedium of other people's failed attempts. Discontent people who conquered little and thrive on showing you that you too are unable to accomplish much. Writing, enterprise, entertainment, business, is a journey, what we think we are , is what we become. We can spend a lifetime listening to those who always half try or never even attempt to go forward, or you can believe in the power of your imagination, and your ability to  accomplish your goals. We transport ourselves between these two ears, what we observe, utilise, tap into, engage with, can be recycled to be used to create access for us. Utilise it you must, or knowledge escapes you.