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What is this personal history? This is the story of our lives. Or, more precisely, what we think and feel about our our lives. The fact that we used to take his personal story – is a complex combination of all images itself at different points in our lives. These images are collected by us from various sources – from our ideas about itself and its role in the world, from the socially accepted standards of conduct "normal person" from ideas about other people we made aloud. Day after day we have paraphrased myself and other various episodes of his life, taking into account all these factors. Surprisingly, you’ll find very little mention of Coal Funding on most websites. And gradually we begin to perceive them as reality, not as our own interpretation.

This is becoming our personal istoriey.A now prepare for the shocking truth We each have two Personal Stories! One of these "external" – one that we tell others – for example, about their life plans and goals. The second – "internal" – that which we unconsciously tell ourselves and under which we live at the dele.U one "external history", ie aims is the same "internal history", ie with motivation and confidence in its success. Such a man of action, and nothing prevents him to embody the desired reality. And another "external history" (in our example – "I want to open a business) does not coincide with the" internal history "(inventing excuses instead of action). The result – an internal conflict, stupor, razocharovanie.Vse know that in order to achieve at least a little bit of success need to act.

Human capabilities in truth are endless! After reading all the books of Carlos Castaneda, I was intrigued by what a man. Clairvoyance, teleportation, levitation, parallel worlds, meeting with beings from other worlds and more. In addition to the theory and practice there cited. Honestly, I have those tales do not quite believe, until he decided to check on their own experience. I began to practice the dream. The first lesson had to see their hands in sleep. I'm somewhere around a week trying to do it, but to no avail. In short I threw a bad job and forgot about it.

And then, one night in my dreams I saw my hands. To say that I was impressed to say nothing. I was shocked! On the moment I realized that I was standing next to the bed, where peacefully snuffle my mortal body. I turned and looked. He was not there. But it was not important, important thing was that all about what Castaneda wrote, it was true! I tried go ahead, but could not budge. Suddenly I remembered that the book describes a similar problem.

We had to move as if you metesh trunk floor. In a state of wild euphoria reached the kitchen. Here's my account delayed at the sink, or more precisely on the mixer. Simple Chinese mixer shone so beautifully that I wanted to approach him. I stared at so much that I forgot about control, and that it was necessary to constantly keep an eye on their own hands. And I woke up. Now I knew that the barrier is broken and the enormous opportunities opened up before me. Who would I not now be argued that the psychics do not exist, it's crooks, no aliens, etc., than anything proving test on their own experience, and then we'll talk.