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Prologue

Ancient Money/Power/Love Secrets From A Mountain Called Zon

This morning was different than every other morning for the past three years. My father was on his early morning run along his usual route on the same desert road when he stumbled to the ground. Just as he hit the ground, a powerful wind seemed to pillow the fall. He got up and looked himself over. Not even a scratch on his knees. He turned toward the mountain directly perpendicular to his path. Its amber glow, a synthesis of morning sun warming its defined muscular frame while proudly exposing its rich ferrous skin, seemed personified as if saying, "Good morning, Frank!" Although a good mile or more away, its height and breadth made it seem unusually close, almost standing over him. "Got lucky," the healthy slim man said sheepishly, feeling a little odd talking to a mountain. Just then, the same strange wind that broke his fall blew his soft dark hair off his forehead, as if a hand gently brushed his hair back. His innocent blue eyes looked curiously ahead. At that instance, his face was the spitting image of "Little Frankie" back in preschool. A child. The wear and tear from his battles in life, including the lines of middle age on his face, during this magical moment seemed as nonexistent as the absent scratches from his fall. No one was anywhere around when a very deep and wise voice reached his ears, a gentle voice carried in the wind:

The child of the past exists in you. Lost within faded memories, that child keeps searching for a life of adventure, discovery, value, happiness. Turn inward to discover that child. And then break free from those who are hurting you...from those who are wasting your time and resources. That child of the past will kindle a new life of adventure and happiness.

My father was a brave man who stood up to anything from bullies back in school to the entire might of the U.S. Government including the vicious Criminal Division of the IRS. Never in his life had he been caught for a lack of words. He even defended himself, quite vigorously I might add, pro se in two historical Socratic trials against the U.S. Government and its old code of ruling classes and professional politicians. Yet, here he stood like a little boy, mouth open and stunned, and only managed to mutter, "Huh?" The words of wisdom winged through the wind.

Satisfy your own healthy needs and set your own standards...live without being obligated to fill someone else's needs or to follow someone else's standards. But your actions must be rational and responsible to be beneficial. Irrational actions will always diminish your well-being and happiness.

You can view your future with confidence in the knowledge that you have the power, through your own rational mind and efforts, to control your own destiny no matter what external variables impinge on you. You can carve your own destiny. You can achieve great prosperity, no matter what external forces surround you. Indeed, by removing mysticism, the rational mind can be more powerful than the irrational minds that constantly work to diminish everyone's life.

In reality, no one has genuine authority over anyone else. Once that fact is realized, a person can say "no" and break the destructive habit of obedience to the myth of authority.

Unfortunately, those important words did not reach my father's brain. He was too mystified. Realize that my father was a prominent Senior Research Scientist for Du Pont. He could never accept any ideas of supernatural phenomena. In fact, even before the words in the wind ceased coming, his scientific mind was already explaining the phenomenon. He believed the fall triggered a right-brain experience, as explained in Dr. Julian Jayne's book about the bicameral mind, in which my father hallucinated the voices -- voices telling him what to do, how to survive. Indeed, he was going through hard times, very hard times financially and emotionally. His troubled, preoccupied mind was the reason he did not see the loose rock on the road that made him fall in the first place. The fall just triggered his mind from the logical left brain to the hallucinatory right brain, he thought. To further support this theory, my father is a severe dyslexic, a reading handicap that inverts letters and numbers, caused by a dominant right brain in left-handed people. Despite their reading handicap, dyslexics including Leonardo da Vinci and Albert Einstein are often very creative because of their creative right-brain dominance. Thus, they are more prone to hallucinations. In fact, my father had experienced hallucinations as a five-year-old boy, but quickly rejected those mystical experiences, and to overcome, he journeyed into the logical left-brain-dominated world of chemistry and became the leading Senior Research Chemist for Du Pont. In any case, under immense personal pressures, the halluci-nations were back, he concluded.



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