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I think I have found something that is as close to being a “cure-it-all” as anything I have ever come in contact with.

The first day I was sure I was going to get worse… I had nausea, cramps, an overall bad feeling. I am not a quitter. I went on for the second day. No worse, no better than normal. Third day: yesterday. I went to the bathroom 6 times. The smell of what came out of me was atrocious.

Bad, rotten, the smell of rotting flesh.

I woke up early today. I felt hungry. Healthy hungry, not my usual pangs. I went to the bathroom. Sweet smelling… wow. And no pain. Even when I palpate my belly.

I think I am not going to do the incurables program…

Gluten Free is a buzzword today: I hear it at my chiropractor’s all the time. I am seeing shelves after shelves of gluten free products at the supermarket… junk, if you really want my opionion.

Not that I don’t believe that there is such a thing, gluten sensitivity, but there is something I believer more than that: if you eat junk, if your diet relies mostly on the typical processed foods we get in stores and in restaurants, then I believe that you get sensitive to many things.

In 1992 I spent about 18 months simply trying to survive… doctors had no cure for me. It turned out to be multiple food intolerances, leaky gut syndrome, and what got me back to health (somewhat) was a rotation diet my nutritionist friend forced on me.

That was 16 years ago. I have been low on energy, having digestive symptoms, including hip and sacrum rotation, and pain… doesn’t sound like it has anything to do with digestion, Ileocecal valve adjustments by my chiropractory, acid reflux, muscle weaknesses… diarrhea.

10 days ago I had a dream I took as a warning: I am going to die soon. I had a choice: scramble to do something with my life in the little time left, or get well, and 1. beat the warning 2. do something with my life that is worth living a life for… given that I’ll have the energy and the health to do that.

And here is the turning point:

I think I have found something that is as close to being a “cure-it-all” as anything I have ever come in contact with.

I mean, I have tried everything. I was just about ready to embark on Dr. Schulze’s Incurables Program… $480 and 30 days of… I mean I would have to take off from work.

Then, at my chiropractor, he was advising someone on what type of digestive enzymes to take. He said that the new kinds that have Swedish Bitters in them, are really effective.

I hadn’t heard of Swedish Bitters before, so I looked it up on the Internet. I ordered some… I would give anything to have a good day… I am 60 and I have never had a painless day in my life.

I took the bitters as prescribed, 3 tablespoonfuls a day, in half a cup of water, half before meal, half after meal.

The first day I was sure I was going to get worse… I had nausea, cramps, an overall bad feeling. I am not a quitter. I went on for the second day. No worse, no better than normal. Third day: yesterday. I went to the bathroom 6 times. The smell of what came out of me was atrocious.

Bad, rotten, the smell of rotting flesh.

I woke up early today. I felt hungry. Healthy hungry, not my usual pangs. I went to the bathroom. Sweet smelling… wow. And no pain. Even when I palpate my belly.

I think I am not going to do the incurables program…

I’ll report back again how it is going.

You were born to become a billionaire… are you there yet?
If not, check how much your “roots” have to grow… it is all in the mindset. This gardening analogy offers new insights to what keeps you small and struggling.

This article uses the world of gardening as a valid analogy to you, your life, your development.
Its the terminology is largely borrowed from the Kabbalah, the science of splendor, abundance, and a life lived consciously.

You came in, on the seed level (remember gardening?) with a certain potential.

When you were born, the first time around, you were born with unmitigated, unlimited potential. Each time you were born with less potential, and your activity decided if you increased or decreased your potential.

But your ultimate potential has always been unlimited. In our world, we could say, you were born with the potential to be a billionaire. If you are not a billionaire, then this article is for you.

I have been planning to write this article for a long time. I have been sidetracked every time I sat down to write it. I find that very significant.
This article is important. It brings a whole new way to look at life and especially YOUR life

Let’s look at the gardening analogy closely. Let’s say you are like a tree seedling bought at a garden center. You come in a black 2-gallon plastic pot, and inside the pot your roots are covered with a coarse woven fabric… and the fabric wraps your roots and it is tied around your trunk.

The little tree is beautiful, so the buyer takes it home, digs a whole in the ground, sets the little tree in it, wrap and all, fills the soil back, waters it and goes on doing whatever people do in life.

You, the little tree, given that your branches cannot grow bigger than your roots, are going to stay small, and eventually die. I have done this with a tree… I was sure that its roots can penetrate the wrap… I was wrong.

Next time I bought a little tree, I made sure to slash some gashes into the fabric… but I still did not remove it… I was sure it is better for the tree to hold its roots together… silly me. The little tree was limited in its growth. Luckily it was in a large pot, and my landlord replanted it in the open ground. When I saw it later on, it was a sight to behold: it was big, it was beautiful… on its way to become a billionaire… in the tree world.

You are that little tree… and the fabric around your roots with little or no holes in it is your current belief system, and the current habits that are based on that belief system.

When, through some coaching, teaching, insight, or an article like this, you can manage to cut openings on the fabric that limits your growth, you can grow. The more holes you can cut, the bigger you can grow.

Just make sure you take advantage of the sudden increase for room to grow… sometimes habit or fear can keep you limiting yourself…

You were born to become a billionaire… are you there yet?

You can’t think creatively about a problem when half of your mind is occupied with thinking about other things, trivial or not. Anything that you half-think about while you are trying to concentrate on the task at hand is like a leak in your toolbox… you are leaking energy, brilliance, life force, creativity…

What is there to do? Just like with other tasks… you want to clear your workspace before you start… Imagine trying to bake a cake on the top of dirty dishes… possible? Maybe. Easy? definitely not.

If you are like me, you are always thinking, planning, and worrying about things.

My mind tends to get cluttered with thoughts and it becomes hard, sometimes impossible to focus all of my mental energies on a task.

You can’t think creatively about a problem when half of your mind is occupied with thinking about other things, trivial or not. Anything that you half-think about while you are trying to concentrate on the task at hand is like a leak in your toolbox… you are leaking energy, brilliance, life force, creativity…

What is there to do? Just like with other tasks… you want to clear your workspace before you start… Imagine trying to bake a cake on the top of dirty dishes… possible? Maybe. Easy? definitely not.

So, how do you clear your most important workspace and too, your mind?

There are many ways of doing this.

My favorite is:

Step 1. Create Context: Why is it important that you can concentrate all your energy and brilliance on the job in front of you? To finish it fast? To build a greater future? To get accolades for your timeliness and good work? Pick one, and stick with it.

Step 2. Declare that you are going to clear your mind. Declaration is a commitment, that is public.

Step 3. The Actual Clearing: Write down, or say to yourself, to a tape recorder, to your answering machine/voice mail what is that is occupying your mind. Don’t get hooked, don’t get emotional, just state the facts. (Don’t worry, I’ll give an example in a sec… :-)

You’ll notice that most anything can wait an hour max… (If you find something that can’t wait, do it first, and then start with step 1. again. Real emergencies should be done first. But only real emergencies… )

Once you have your list of things that you won’t attend for an hour or so, but will, when you finish your task, you have the peace of mind to give “all you got” to what you are doing.

Transcription of an actual clearing:

Step 1. Create context: “I am going to write an article. This article builds my business. My business teaches and educates people, and also sustains me and my loved ones. I make a living while I make a difference.”

Step 2. Declaration: I am committed to getting clear and getting clear fast. I give myself 2 minutes and I will be clear.

Step 3. Clearing: I had a bad dream. I want to discuss it with my coach, with my family, with my friends. It is very urgent. Coach: left voice mail, best friend: left voice mail. I’ll call them once the article is ready. I need to call Jim… I don’t know what to tell him. I’ll write a list of things during my lunch break. I am a little hungry… it can wait an hour. My back hurts… chiropractor appointment is tomorrow. Remember to sit straight… OK. I am clear… Where is that article?

I have some more methods up my sleeve… as someone who has managed people to success, as a coach, and as someone always busy with 14 different things, I have become quite an expert at “clearing”.

Back pain is so widespread that there is a whole industry pretending to want to cure it but secretly rubbing their hands together hoping that it gets bigger and bigger.

There is huge money in back pain.

Back doctors are not the only greed-infested kind.

Back pain is so widespread that there is a whole industry pretending to want to cure it but secretly rubbing their hands together hoping that it gets bigger and bigger.

There is huge money in back pain.

Back doctors are not the only greed-infested kind.

Some 20 years ago I was in psychotherapy. I was so depressed that I had to see my therapist 4 times a week. I took on a part time job to pay for it.

This had been going on for many years.

In August 1985 I took a weekend course where a simple exercise changed my life. It freed me up by showing me what was the underlying belief system that caused my depression.

After the weekend I went to see my therapist and told him that I was well and didn’t need his help any longer. He cursed me out. I was his meal ticket. He — unconsciously — was hoping I was never going to get well.

Now, back to my back: I have had back problems — seems like — forever.

In the beginning it was mostly headaches and neck aches, but after my puberty, the pain moved to my pelvic area. I had difficulty being on my feet for any length of time, sitting on anything softer than wood, and then walking, especially after standing up from sitting position was a torture.

I hated to go on dates, especially the ones that there was any sitting involved: every time I stood up, I had to stand a minute or so before I would be able to walk… Not very attractive.

Now, fast forward to 15 months ago: I was in a camp where there were 18 B.E.S.T. practitioners. If you don’t know what BEST is, it is a treatment method where all bodily issues are traced back to emotional issues, mostly old and repressed issues, and when the issues are released, so is the bodily symptom.

I had 5 treatments by different practitioners during the week I was there, and the last one seemed miraculous: the issue went back to when I was 3 years old, and decided that I was no good, and hopelessly rotten. When I could change my mind about that, with the practitioner’s help, I felt a release in my pelvis, and when I got up from the table, I could walk lightly and painlessly, for the first time in 45 years.

Unfortunately I live far (6-7 hours driving distance) from a good BEST practitioner, so I haven’t been able to pursue this course diligently enough (I went to two long-long sessions) but with my other self-healing work, I have gotten to a point where I am pain/discomfort free 90% of the time, and because it’s been gradual, I trust that I am heading to the 100% mark.

This is a YouTube video that shows a total aerobic workout on the mini trampoline/rebounder.




Laughter Yoga

window.document.getElementById(’post-17′).parentNode.className += ‘ adhesive_post’;I have found that your state (physiology) not only reflects but defines your state.
You can observe others or yourself. When you are depressed, or bored you slump, you hang your head… your physiology shows that you are depressed/bored.
If you want to change your mood, you first have to change your state. That [...]

I have found that your state (physiology) not only reflects but defines your state.

You can observe others or yourself. When you are depressed, or bored you slump, you hang your head… your physiology shows that you are depressed/bored.

If you want to change your mood, you first have to change your state. That is why exercise is such a great albeit temporary remedy of moods.

A more conscious state change is:

LAUGHTER Yoga…basically you just laugh until tears come out…

Start different types of laugh eg. gradient laugh (start with a whisper, building it up to a louder and louder laugh), lawn mover laugh, constipated laugh, etc… just be creative…I often practice my laughter yoga whenever I am stuck in traffic and what do you know, the traffic dispears…

Here are 10 reasons why it is important to laugh for NO reason!

1. a stress buster.

2. it strengthens the immune system and helps maintain good health.

3. it acts as an anti-aging therapy. Increases blood supply to the face. It nourishes the skin and
makes it glow.

4. It’s quite an aerobic exercise, just like any other standard aerobic exercise. You may feel out of breath… burns calories and enjoy all the benefits of exercise. Aerobic exercise works because the body needs more oxygen and the breathing becomes deeper. Any activity that can cause that is aerobic, regardless of the effort. For example bodyflex is based on this principle. It works like gangbuster.

5. Laughing, whether natural or “artificially induced” increases the levels of endorphins

6. helps control high blood pressure by reducing the release of stress-related hormones

7. helps unload depression, reduces anxiety and eases psychosomatic disorders.

8. laughter makes us creative and imaginative. It naturally improves our sense of humor.

9. It shrinks the hurts of everyday life to a smaller, if not inconsequential size. Whatever was bothering us seems now only a part of life, not all of life… It interrupts the power struggle and releases tension and anger.

10. makes you feel good and peaceful, self-confident and self-expressive.

One great tool is the video on this blog… when nothing else works, I just watch it an laugh along…

By George S. Clason
“A lean purse is easier to cure than to endure”
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Man Who Desired Gold
Chapter 2: The Richest Man in Babylon
Chapter 3: Seven Cures for a Lean Purse
Chapter 4: Meet the Goddess Of Good Luck
Chapter 5: The Five Laws of Gold
Chapter 6: The Gold Lender of Babylon
Chapter 8: The [...]

By George S. Clason

“A lean purse is easier to cure than to endure”

Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Man Who Desired Gold
Chapter 2: The Richest Man in Babylon
Chapter 3: Seven Cures for a Lean Purse
Chapter 4: Meet the Goddess Of Good Luck
Chapter 5: The Five Laws of Gold
Chapter 6: The Gold Lender of Babylon
Chapter 8: The Camel Trader of Babylon
Chapter 9: The Clay Tablets from Babylon
Chapter 10: The Luckiest Man in Babylon
The History of Babylon

Ahead of you stretches your future, like a road leading into the distance. Along that road are ambitions you wish to accomplish… desires you wish to gratify.

To bring your ambition and desires to fulfillment, you must be successful with money. Use the financial principles made clear in the pages which follow.

Let them guide you away from the stringencies of a lean purse to that fuller, happier life a full purse makes possible.

Like the law of gravity, they are universal and unchanging. May they prove for you, as they have proven to so many others, a sure key to a fat purse, larger bank balances, and gratifying financial progress.

Chapter 1: The Man Who Desired Gold

Bansir, the chariot builder of Babylon, was thoroughly discouraged. From his seat upon the law wall surrounding his property, he gazed sadly at his simple home and the open workshop in which stood a partially completed chariot.

His wife frequently appeared at the open door. Her furtive glances in his direction reminded him that the meal bag was almost empty and he should be at work finishing the chariot, hammering and hewing, polishing and painting, stretching taut the leather over the wheel rims, preparing it for delivery so he could collect from his wealthy customer.

Nevertheless, his fat, muscular body sat stolidly upon the wall. His slow mind was struggling patiently with a problem for which he could find no answer. The hot, tropical sun, so typical of this valley of the Euphrates, beat down upon him mercilessly. Beads of perspiration formed upon his brow and trickled down unnoticed to lose themselves in the hairy jungle on his chest.

Beyond his home towered the high terraced walls surrounding the king’s palace. Nearby, cleaving the blue heavens, was the painted tower of the Temple of Bel. In the shadow of such grandeur was his simple home and many others far less neat and well cared for.

Babylon was like this: a mixture of grandeur and squalor, of dazzling wealth and direst poverty, crowded together without plan or system within the protecting walls of the city.

Bansir was too engrossed in his own problem to hear or heed the confused hubbub of the busy city. It was the unexpected twanging of the strings from a familiar lyre that aroused him from his reverie. He turned and looked into the sensitive, smiling face of his best friend, Kobbi, the musician.

“May the Gods bless you with great liberality, my good friend,” began Kobbi with an elaborate salute. “Yet it does appear they have already been so generous you need not to labor. I rejoice with you in your good fortune. More, I would even share it with you. Pray, from your purse which must be bulging else you wouldst be busy in your shop, extract but two humble shekels and lend them to me until after the noblemen’s feast this night. you will not miss them ere they are returned.”

“If I did have two shekels,” Bansir responded gloomily, “to no one could I lend them - not even to you, my best of friends; for they would be my fortune - my entire fortune. No one lends his entire fortune, not even to his best friend.”

“What,” exclaimed Kobbi with genuine surprise, “You has not one shekel in your purse, yet sit like a statue upon a wall! Why not complete that chariot? How else canst you provide for your noble appetite? ‘Tis not like you, my friend. Where is the endless energy? Doth something distress you? Have the Gods brought to you troubles?”

“A torment from the Gods it must be,” Bansir agree. “It began with a dream, a senseless dream, in which I thought I was a man of means. From my belt hung a handsome purse, heavy with coins. There were shekels which I cast with careless freedom to the beggars; there were pieces of silver with which I did buy finery for my wife and whatever I did desire for myself; there were pieces of gold which made me feel assured of the future and unafraid to spend the silver. A glorious feeling of contentment was within me! You would not have known me for your hard-working friend. Nor would have known my wife, so free from wrinkles was her face and shining with happiness. She was again the smiling maiden of our early married days.”

“A pleasant dream, indeed,” commented Kobbi, “but why should such pleasant feelings as it aroused turn you into a glum statue upon the wall?”

“Why, indeed!” Because when I awoke and remembered how empty was my purse, a feeling of rebellion swept over me. Let us talk it over together, for, as the sailors do say, we ride in the same boat, we two.”

“As youngsters, we went together to the priests to learn wisdom. As young men, we shared each other’s pleasures. As grown men, we have always been close friends.”

“We have been contented subjects of our kind. We have been satisfied to work long hours and spend our earnings freely.

“We have earned much coin in the years that have passed, yet to know the joys that come from wealth, we must dream about them.”

“Bah! Are we more than dumb sheep? We live in the richest city in all the world. The travelers do say none equals it in wealth.”

“About us is much display of wealth, but of it we ourselves have naught. After half a lifetime of hard labor, you, my best of friends, have an empty purse and say to me, ‘May I borrow such a trifle as two shekels until after the noblemen’s feast this night?’ Then what do I reply? Do I say ‘Here is my purse; its contents will I gladly share?’ No, I admit that my purse is as empty as yours. What is the matter? Why cannot we acquire silver and gold–more than enough for food and robes?”

“Consider, also, our sons,” Bansir continued, “are they not following in the footsteps of their fathers? Need they and their families and their sons and their sons’ families live all their lives in the midst of such treasurers of gold, and yet, like us, be content to banquet upon sour goat’s milk and porridge?”

“Never, in all the years of our friendship, did you talk like this before, Bansir.” Kobbi was puzzled.

“Never in all those years did I think like this before. From early dawn until darkness stopped me, I have labored to build the finest chariots any man could make, soft-heartedly hoping some day the Gods would recognize my worthy deeds and bestow upon me great prosperity. This they have never done. At last, I realize this they will never do. Therefore, my heart is sad. I wish to be a man of means. I wish to own lands and cattle, to have fine robes and coins in my purse. I am willing to work for these things with all the strength in my back, with all the skill in my hands, with all the cunning in my mind, but I wish my labors to be fairly rewarded. What is the matter with us? Again I ask you! Why cannot we have our just share of the good things so plentiful for those who have the gold with which to buy them?”

“Would I knew an answer!” Kobbi replied. “No better than you am I satisfied. My earnings from my lyre are quickly gone. Often must I plan and scheme that my family be not hungry. Also, within my breast is a deep longing for a lyre large enough that it may truly sing the strains of music that do surge through my mind. With such an instrument could I make music finer than even the king has heard before.”

“Such a lyre you should have. No man in all Babylon could make it sing more sweetly; could make it sing so sweetly, not only the king but the Gods themselves would be delighted. But how may you secure it while we both of us are as poor as the king’s slaves? Listen to the bell! Here they come.” He pointed to the long column of half naked sweating water bearers plodding laboriously up the narrow street from the river. Five abreast they marched, each bent under a heavy goatskin of water.

“A fine figure of a man, he who leads them.” Kobbi indicated the wearer of the bell who marched in front without a load. “A prominent man in his own country, it is easy to see.”

“There are many good figures in the line,” Bansir agreed, “as good men as we. Tall, blond men from the north; laughing black men from the south; little brown men from the nearer countries. All marching together, from the river to the gardens, back and forth, day after day, year after year. Naught of happiness to look forward to. Beds of straw upon which to sleep; hard grain porridge to eat. Pity the poor brutes, Kobbi!”

“Pity them I do. Yet, you make me see how little better off are we, free men though we call ourselves.”

“That is truth, Kobbi, unpleasant thought though it is. We do not wish to go on year after year living slavish lives. Working, working, working! Getting nowhere.”

“Might we not find out how others acquire gold and do as they do?” Kobbi inquired.

“Perhaps there is some secret we might learn if we but sought from those who knew,” replied Bansir thoughtfully.

“This very day,” suggested Kobbi, “I did pass our old friend, Arkad, riding his golden chariot. This I will say, he did not look over my humble head as many in his station might consider it right. Instead, he did wave his hand that all onlookers might see him pay greetings and bestow his smile of friendship upon Kobbi, the musician.”

“He is claimed to be the richest man in all Babylon,” Bansir mused.

“So rich, the king is said to seek his golden aid in affairs of the treasury,” Kobbi replied.

“So rich,” Bansir interrupted, “I fear if I should meet him in the darkness of the night, I should lay my hands upon his fat wallet.”

“Nonsense,” reproved Kobbi, “a man’s wealth is not in the purse he carries. A fat purse quickly empties if there be no golden stream to refill it. Arkad has an income that constantly keeps his purse full, no matter how liberally he spends.”

“Income, that is the thing,” ejaculated Bansir. “I wish an income that will keep flowing into my purse whether I sit upon the wall or travel to far away lands. Arkad must know how a man can make an income for himself. Do you suppose it is something he could make clear to a mind as slow as mine?”

“I think he did teach his knowledge to his son, Nomasir,” Kobbi responded. “Did he not go to Nineveh and, so it is told at the inn, became, without aid from his father, one of the richest men in that city?”

“Kobbi, you bring to me a rare thought.” A new light gleamed in Bansir’s eyes. “It costs nothing to ask wise advice from a good friend and Arkad was always that. Never mind though our purses are as empty as the falcon’s nest of a year ago. Let that not detain us. We are weary of being without gold in the midst of plenty. We wish to become men of means. Come, let us go to Arkad and ask how we, also, may acquire incomes for ourselves.”

“You speak with true inspiration, Bansir, You bring to my mind a new understanding. You make me realize the reason why we have never found any measure of wealth. We never sought it. You have labored patiently to build the staunchest chariots in Babylon. To that purpose was devoted your best endeavors. Therefore, at it you succeeded. I strove to become a skillful lyre player. And, at it, I did succeed.

“In those things toward which we exerted our best endeavors, we succeeded. The Gods were content to let us continue thus. Now, at last, we see a light, bright like that from the rising sun. It bids us to learn more that we may prosper more. With a new understanding we shall find honorable ways to accomplish our desires.”

“Let us go to Arkad this very day,” Bansir urged. “Also, let us ask other friends of our boyhood days, who have fared no better than ourselves, to join us that they, too, may share in his wisdom.”

“You were ever so thoughtful of your friends, Bansir. Therefore have you many friends. It shall be as you say. We go this day, and take them with us.”

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In old Babylon there once lived a certain very rich man, named Arkad. Far and wide he was famed for his great wealth. Also was he famed for his liberality. He was generous in his charities. He was generous with his family. He was liberal in his own expenses. But nevertheless each year his wealth [...]

In old Babylon there once lived a certain very rich man, named Arkad. Far and wide he was famed for his great wealth. Also was he famed for his liberality. He was generous in his charities. He was generous with his family. He was liberal in his own expenses. But nevertheless each year his wealth increased more rapidly than he spent it.

And there were certain friends of younger days who came to him and said: “You, Arkad, are more fortunate than we. You have become the richest man in all Babylon while we struggle for existence. You can wear the finest garments and you can enjoy the rarest foods, while we must be content if we can clothe our families in raiment that is presentable and feed them as best we can.

“Yet, once we were equal. We studied under the same master. We played in the same games. And in neither the studies nor the games did you outshine us. And in the years since, you have been no more an honorable citizen than we.

“Nor have you worked harder or more faithfully, insofar as we can judge. Why, then should a fickle fate single you out to enjoy all the good things of life and ignore us who are equally deserving?”

Thereupon Arkad remonstrated with them, saying, “If you have not acquired more than a bare existence in the years since we were youths, it is because you either have failed to learn the laws that govern the building of wealth, or else you do not observe them.

“’Fickle Fate’ is a vicious goddess who brings no permanent good to anyone. On the contrary, she brings ruin to almost every man whom she showers unearned gold. She makes wanton spenders, who soon dissipate all they receive and are left beset by overwhelming appetites and desires they have not the ability to gratify. Yet others who she favors become misers and hoard their wealth, fearing to spend what they have, knowing they do not possess the ability to replace it. They further are beset by fear of robbers and doom themselves to lives of emptiness and secret misery.

“Others there probably are, who can take unearned gold and add to it and continue to be happy and contented citizens. But so few are they, I know of them only by hearsay. Think you of the men who have inherited sudden wealth and see if these things are true or not.”

His friends admitted that of the men they knew who had inherited wealth, these words were true, and they asked him to explain to them how he had become possessed of so much property, so he continued:

“In my youth I looked about me and saw all the good things there were to bring happiness and contentment. And I realized that wealth increased the potency of all these.

“Wealth is a power. With wealth many things are possible.

“One may ornament the home with the richest of furnishings.

“One may sail to distant seas.

“One may feast on the delicacies of far lands.

“One may buy the ornaments of the gold worker and the stone polisher.

“One may even build mighty temples for the Gods.

“One may do all these things and many others in which there is delight for the senses and gratification for the soul.

“And, when I realized all this, I declared to myself that I would claim my share of the good things of life. I would not be one of those who stands afar off, enviously watching others enjoy. I would not be content to clothe myself in the cheapest raiment that looked respectable. I would not be satisfied with the lot of a poor man. On the contrary, I would make myself a guest at this banquet of good things.

“Being, as you know, the son of a humble merchant, one of a large family with no hope of an inheritance, and not being endowed, as you have so frankly said, with superior powers or wisdom, I decided, that if I were to achieve what I desired, time and study would be required.

“As for time, all men have it in abundance. You, each of you, have let slip by sufficient time to have made yourselves wealthy. Yet, you admit, you have nothing to show except your good families, of which you can be justly proud.

“As for study, did not our wise teacher teach us that learning was of two kinds: the one kind being the things we learned and knew, and the other being in the training that taught us how to find out what we did not know?

“Therefore did I decide to find out how one might accumulate wealth, and when I had found out, to make this my task to do it well. For, is it not wise that we should enjoy while we dwell in the brightness of the sunshine, for sorrows enough shall descend upon us when we depart for the darkness of the world of spirit?

“I found employment as a scribe in the hall of records, and long hours each day I labored upon the clay tablets. Week after week, and month after month, I labored, yet for my earnings I had nought to show. Food and clothing and penance to the gods, and other things of which I could remember not what, I absorbed all my earnings. But my determination did not leave me.

“And one day Algamish, the money lender, came to the house of the city master and ordered a copy of the Ninth Law, and he said to me, ‘I must have this in two days, and if the task is done by that time, two coppers will I give to you.’

“So I labored hard, but the law was long, and when Algamish returned the task was unfinished. He was angry, and had I been his slave he would have beaten me. But knowing the city master would not permit him to injure me, I was unafraid, so I said to him, ‘Algamish, you are a very rich man. Tell me how I may also become rich, and all night I will carve upon the clay, and when the sun rises, it shall be completed.’

“He smiled at me and replied, ‘You are a forward knave, but we will call it a bargain.’

“All that night I carved, though my back pained and the smell of the wick made my head ache until my eyes could hardly see. But when he returned at sunup, the tablets were complete.

“’Now,’ I said, ‘tell me what you promised.’

“’You have fulfilled your part of our bargain, my son,’ he said to me kindly, ‘and I am ready to fulfill mine. I will tell you these things you wish to know because I am becoming an old man, and an old tongue loves to wag. And when youth comes to age for advice he receives the wisdom of years. But too often does youth think that age knows only the wisdom of days that are gone, and therefore profits not. But remember this, the sun that shines today is the sun that shone when your father was born, and will still be shining when your last grandchild shall pass into the darkness.

“’The thoughts of youth, he continued, ‘are bright lights that shine forth like the meteors that make brilliant the sky, but the wisdom of age is like the fixed stars that shine so unchanged that the sailor may depend upon them to steer his course.

“’Mark you well my words, for if you do not, you will fail to grasp the truth that I will tell you, and you will think that your night’s work has been in vain.’

“Then he looked at me shrewdly from under his shaggy brows and said in a low, forceful tone, ‘I found the road to wealth when I decided that a part of all I earned was mine to keep. And so will you.’

“’Is that all?’ I asked.

“’That was sufficient to change the heart of a sheep herder into the heart of a money lender,’ he replied.

“’But all I earn is mine to keep, is it not?’ I demanded.

“’Far from it,’ he replied. ‘Do you not pay the garment maker? Do you not pay the sandal maker? Do you not pay for the things you eat? Can you live in Babylon without spending? What have you show for your earnings of the past month? What for the past year? Fool! You pay to everyone but yourself. Dullard, you labor for others. As well be a slave and work for what your master gives you to eat and wear. If you did keep for yourself on-tenth of all you earn, how much would you have in ten years?’

“My knowledge of the numbers did not forsake me, and I answered, ‘As much as I earn in one year.’

“’You speak but half the truth,’ he retorted, ‘Every gold piece you save is a slave to work for you. Every copper it earns is its child that also can earn for you. If you would become wealthy, then what you save must earn, and its children must earn, that all may help to give to you the abundance you crave.

“’You think I cheat you for your long night’s work,’ he continued, ‘but I am paying you a thousand times over if you have the intelligence to grasp the truth I offer you.

“’A part of all you earn is yours to keep. It should be no less than a tenth, no matter how little you earn. It can be as much more as you can afford. Pay yourself first. Do not buy from the clothes-maker and the sandal-maker more than you can pay out of the rest and still have enough for food and charity and penance to the gods.

“’Wealth, like a tree, grows from a tiny seed. The first copper you save is the seed from which your tree of wealth shall grow. The sooner you plant that seed the sooner shall the tree grow. And the more faithfully you nourish and water that tree with consistent savings, the sooner may you bask in contentment beneath its shade.’

“So saying, he took his tablets and went away.

“I thought much about what he had said to me, and it seemed reasonable. So I decided that I would try it. Each time I was paid I took one from each ten pieces of copper and hid it away. And strange as it may seem, I was no shorter of funds than before. I noticed little difference as I managed to get along without it. But often I was tempted, as my hoard began to grow, to spend it for some of the good things the merchants displayed, brought by camels and ships from the land of the Phoenicians. But I wisely refrained.

“A twelfth months after Algamish had gone he again returned and said to me, ‘Son, have you paid yourself not less than one-tenth of all you have earned for the past year?’

“I answered proudly, ‘Yes, master, I have.’

“’That is good,’ he answered beaming upon me, ‘and what have you done with it?’

“’I have given it to Azmur, the brick-maker, who told me he was traveling over the far seas and in Tyre he would buy for me the rare jewels of the Phoenicians. When he returns we shall sell these at high prices and divide the earnings.’

“’Every fool must learn,’ he growled, ‘but why trust the knowledge of a brick-maker about jewels? Would you go to the bread-maker to inquire about the stars? No, by my tunic, you would go to the astrologer, if you had power to think. Your savings are gone, youth, you have jerked your wealth-tree up by the roots. But plant another. Try again. And next time, if you would have advice about jewels, go to the jewel merchant. If you would know the truth about sheep, go to the herdsman. Advice is one thing that is freely given away, but watch that you take only what is worth having. He who takes advice about his savings from one who is inexperienced in such matters, shall pay with his savings for proofing the falsity of their opinions.’ Saying this, he went away.

“’And it was as he said. For the Phoenicians are scoundrels and sold to Azmur worthless bits of glass that looked like gems. But as Algamish had bid me, I again saved each tenth copper, for I now had formed the habit, and it was no longer difficult.

“Again, twelve months later, Algamish came to the room of the scribes and addressed me. ‘What progress have you made since last I saw you?’

“’I have paid myself faithfully,’ I replied, ‘and my savings I have entrusted to Agger, the shield-maker, to buy bronze, and each fourth month he does pay me the rental.’

“’That is good. And what do you do with the rental?’

“’I do have a great feast with honey and fine wine and spiced cake. Also I have bought me a scarlet tunic. And some day I shall buy me a young ass upon which to ride.’

“To which Algamish laughed, ‘You do eat the children of your savings. Then how do you expect them to work for you? And how can they have children that will also work for you? First get you an army of golden slaves and then many a rich banquet may you enjoy without regret.’ So saying, he again went away.

“Nor did I again see him for two years, when he once more returned, and his face was full of deep lines and his eyes drooped, for he was becoming a very old man. And he said to me, ‘Arkad, have you yet achieved the wealth you dreamed of?”’

“And I answered, ‘Not yet all that I desire, but some I have and it earns more, and its earnings earn more.’

“’And do you still take the advice of brick-makers”’

“’About brick-making they give good advice,’ I retorted.

“’Arkad,’ he continued, ‘you have learned your lessons well. You first learned to live upon less than you could earn. Next you learned to seek advice from those who were competent through their own experiences to give it. And, lastly, you have learned to make gold work for you.

“’You have taught yourself how to acquire money, how to keep it, and how to use it. Therefore, you are competent for a responsible position. I am becoming an old man. My sons think only of spending and give no thought to earning. My interests are great, and I fear too much for me to look after. If you will go to Nippur and look after my lands there, I shall make you my partner, and you shall share in my estate.’

“So I went to Nippur and took charge of his holdings, which were large. And because I was full of ambition and because I had mastered the three laws of successfully handling wealth, I was enabled to increase greatly the value of his properties. So I prospered much, and when the spirit of Algamish departed for the sphere of darkness, I did share in his estate as he had arranged under the law.”

So spoke Arkad, and when he had finished his tale, one of his friends said, “You were indeed fortunate that Algamish made of you an heir.”

“Fortunate only that I had the desire to prosper before I first met him. For four years did I not prove my definiteness of purpose by keeping one-tenth of all I earned? Would you call a fisherman lucky who for years so studied the habits of the fish so that with each changing wind he could cast his nets about them? Opportunity is a haughty goddess who wasters no time with those who are unprepared.”

“You had strong will power to keep on after you lost your first year’s savings. You are unusual in that way,” spoke up another.

“Will power!” retorted Arkad. “What nonsense. Do you think will power gives a man the strength to lift a burden the camel cannot carry, or to draw a load the oxen cannot budge? Will power is but the unflinching purpose to carry a task you set for yourself to fulfillment. If I set for myself a task, be it ever so trifling, I shall see it through. How else shall I have confidence in myself, to do important things? Should I say to myself, ‘For a hundred days as I walk across the bridge into the city, I will pick from the road a pebble and cast it into the stream,’ I would do it. If on the seventh day I passed by without remembering, I would not say to myself, ‘Tomorrow I will cast two pebbles which will do as well.’ Instead, I would retrace my steps and cast the pebble. Nor on the twentieth day would I say to myself, ’Arkad, this is useless. What does it avail you to cast a pebble every day? Throw in a handful and be done with it.’ No, I would not say that nor do it. When I set a task for myself, I complete it. Therefore, I am careful not to start difficult and impractical tasks, because I love leisure.”

And then another friend spoke up and said, “If what you tell is true, and it does seem as you have said, reasonable, then being so simple, if all men did it, there would not be enough wealth to go around.”

“Wealth grows wherever men exert energy,” Arkad replied. “If a rich man builds him a new palace, is the gold he pays out gone? No, the brick-maker has part of it, and the laborer has part of it, and the artist has part of it. And everyone who labors upon the house has part of it. Yet when the palace is completed, is it not worth all it cost? And is the ground upon which it stands not worth more because it is there? And is the ground that adjoins it not worth more because it is there? Wealth grows in magic ways. No man can prophesy the limit of it. Have not the Phoenicians build great cities on barren coasts with the wealth that comes from their ships of commerce on the seas?”

“What then do you advise us to do that we also may become rich?” asked still another of his friends. “The years have passed and we are no longer young men and we have nothing put by.”

“I advise that you take the wisdom of Algamish and say to yourselves, ‘A part of all I earn is mine to keep.’ Say it in the morning when you first arise. Say it at noon. Say it at night. Say it each hour of every day. Say it to yourself until the words stand out like letters of fire across the sky.

“Impress yourself with the idea. Fill yourself with the thought. Then take whatever portion seems wise. Let it be not less than one-tenth and lay it by. Arrange your other expenditures to do this if necessary. But lay by that portion first. Soon you will realize what a rich feeling it is to own a treasure upon which you alone have claim. As it grows it will stimulate you. And new joy of life will thrill you. Greater efforts will come to you to earn more. For, of your increased earnings, will not the same percentage be also yours to keep?

“Then learn to make your treasure work for you. Make it your slave. Make its children and its children’s children work for you.

“Insure an income for your future. Look at the aged and forget not that in the days to come you also will be numbered among them. Therefore invest your treasure with greatest caution that it be not lost. Usurious rates of return are deceitful sirens that sing but to lure the unwary upon the rocks of loss and remorse.

“Proved also that your family may not want, should the Gods call you to their realms. For such protection it is always possible to make provisions with small payments at regular intervals. Therefore the provident man delays not in expectation of a large sum becoming available for such a wise purpose.

“Counsel with wise men. See the advice of men whose daily work is handling money. Let them save you from such an error as I myself made in entrusting my money to the judgment of Azmur, the brick-maker. A small return and a safe one is far more desirable than risk.

“Enjoy life while you are here. Do not overstrain or try to save too much. If one-tenth of all you earn is as much as you can comfortably keep, be content to keep this portion. Live otherwise according to your income and let not yourself get niggardly and afraid to spend. Life is good and life is rich with things worthwhile and things to enjoy.”

His friends thanked him and went away. Some were silent because they had no imagination and could not understand. Some were sarcastic because they thought that one so rich should divide with old friends not so fortunate. But some had in their eyes a new light. They realized that Algamish had come back each time to the room of the scribes because he was watching a man work his way out of darkness into light. When that man had found the light, a place awaited him. No one could fill that place until he had for himself worked out his own understanding, until he was ready for opportunity.

These latter were the ones, who, in the following years, frequently revisited Arkad, who received them gladly. He counseled with them and gave them freely of his wisdom as men of broad experience are always glad to do. And he assisted them in so investing their savings that it would bring in a good interest with safety and would neither be lost, nor entangled in investments that paid no dividends.

The turning point in these men’s lives came upon that day when they realized the truth that had come from Algamish to Arkad and from Arkad to them.

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I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of dollars for dinner.

I took out my wallet, got out ten dollars and asked, ‘If I give you this money, will you buy wine with it instead of dinner?’

‘No I had to stop drinking years ago,’ the homeless woman told me.

‘Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?’ I asked.

‘No, I don’t waste time shopping,’ the homeless woman said. ‘I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.’

‘Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?’ I asked.

‘Are you NUTS !’ replied the homeless woman. ‘ I haven’t had my hair done in 20 years!’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘I’m not going to give you the money. Instead, I’m going to take you out for dinner with my husband and me tonight.’

The homeless Woman was shocked ‘Won’t your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I’m dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting.’

I said, ‘That’s okay. It’s important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine.’