NEO-Testimony. Patrice KUO This testimony is dedicated to my beloved mentor Mark HAMILTON This is my humble testimony. I was born in Africa from loving parents who taught all their children values mostly through observation. My mom is a quiet and reserved young sexagenarian lady and my dad was a very private man who seems like a god to me. We were taught about love in action by observing our parents and we grew with a deep love for each other and our peers. I started very brilliant in life, curious, always around books. Comics were my favorite and I learned a lot about the world by reading them. One thing was certain, I thought differently than most people around me and I felt different. I did not have a lot of friends growing up but those few that were in my circle were very precious to me. I always had a high consideration for friendship and its basis, honesty. I had a wonderful childhood and teenage years, nothing really extraordinary but the essential I needed was there, love, compassion and attention. When I reached eighteen, I traveled to France a couple of years after the transition of my dad to go on with my studies and that’s where everything started to collapse. I was facing a new culture, stress, hypocrisy, loneliness, homesickness and indifference. I did what I could to fit in but I started to ponder a lot of questions in my mind and I couldn’t find answers relating to them. The world I experienced in my mind was different from the one I was facing, both did not match. I then became a mystic because I was looking for answers and there was no way for me to find them in my supposed reality. I became more introverted, unhappy, left behind and disappointed by the ways of the world. I was hooked. My spirituality became more important than anything to me and I started to lose ground. My studies were suffering, my social and financial life too. I felt into a deep depression that lasted twelve years, until Neothink came into my life. I wasn’t religious as such but I was spiritual and there is quite a difference. Mostly everything I believed about life was not shared by the common people I met every day. I was determined to find an equivalent of my conception of life but I was looking in the wrong direction. The world was cold and spirituality offered me a dream world where I could take refuge and forget that everything is not all right. My irresponsibility grew by leaps and bounds. I decided to go elsewhere to find myself and I chose the US because one of my sisters was already living there. In 1999, I landed to the East Coast, feeling like a new person again but little did I know, I forgot that wherever I go, I take myself with me. I was seized by the illusions of the world once again and I kept searching spiritually for an oasis of peace into which were added the American Dream. I spent many years not knowing where I was going, doors kept shutting down on me, opportunities were scarce. I had to live once again with a cultural stress and also I had to face a new language, English which I learned in school but I didn’t stress its importance until then. French is my first language and although English and French were the languages in use in my birth country, I come from the French side. I had to teach myself the English language to adapt to my new world. I couldn’t buy into the lies of the world and I was punished for it and with time, I found ways to punish myself. I became then an illegal immigrant and life became so tough that I didn’t have words to describe it. A lot of people always come to me on the street or people I got involved with and they said there is something beautiful about me that called out to them. Other people even try to exploit that but luckily, I always found a way to get rid of them and go on with my life and this with a lot of struggles. Nothing changed and I experienced a lot of misery and hard time. There was a time where I didn’t have the will to fight anymore, I was ready to die. I couldn’t find work to pay my bills. I was always tired, heavy, depressed and I couldn’t care less. I lost the little things I had, my car, my apartment and even the few friends I had turned their back on me. Emotions of all kind were buried within me and I developed a psychosomatic disease that render my life miserable. I didn’t call it like that at the time. I thought the world was doing it to me but I ignored my involvement and approbation. I was doing it to myself. People despised me, insulted me, called me names, even those close to me. I had nowhere to go and I had a dream where I was asked to go to my sister’s place and I did. The living was though and I had to sacrifice myself to the altar as usual which enhances my unhappiness. When I couldn’t go on, I call for help from the depth of my being. Few days later, I received the Neothink letter on the mail. When I read it, I found hope but I had mixed feelings because I didn’t want to fall into a cult. However, my child of the past will not let it go. He brought me to this letter again and again until I couldn’t think about anything else. I didn’t have a dollar on my name to purchase the books and my bank account was closed few months earlier for insufficient funds. I received some unexpected money at the right time from my mom and I ordered the book. I had to struggle to get the two other heirlooms but I did get them through borrowing from a friend and my sister. I can’t thank them enough. I went through the first heirloom from cover to cover without going to the essence of it. These were new concepts to me although I have thought about some of them before but not in a so integrated way. My mind was challenged during all the three heirlooms and I read them every day for hours. Neothink became a center of my life and I rediscovered my FNE, writing. I decided to write about the religious hoax but I had to take it from where I was, in the midst of my mysticism and see my thinking evolve with my writing. In less than fifteen months at this time, I have created five sound books and I am halfway to the sixth one. These are books like I rarely had the opportunity of reading and I can tell you that I am an enthusiast reader. With neothink and other Neothink techniques, everything is possible. Who thought an immigrant who couldn’t align two words in English can possibly do that but I did and my creations are mind-boggling to say the least. I felt alive once again and I started improving. I apply a discipline-thought-control as I never experienced before. My creations were everything to me and nothing else really matters. I understood the meaning of time. I knew that until I heal my mysticism, it will be difficult to exploit the neotech material as it should be but I took it one day at the time. It finally happened and I was free at last. I am now in my right mind and I found a society that reflects my view of the world. My child of the past is so excited about our union and it is so good to know that I was not the crazy one as some people called me. I am now planning to establish my own business and I am confident that with the Neothink tools, it will be a success over time. I owe all of this to my mentor and dear friend, Mark Hamilton. I do not have words to express my gratitude but I know that I will have to invent superlatives to describe what you did for me. You saved my life and you gave it a purpose. You are also giving to me the opportunity to do the same for others. I can’t possibly repay that. I know that the time of an unique savior has come to its ending and we are all called to be the saviors of the world. Neothink brothers and sisters, I extend my love and appreciation to you for I learned a lot about you and myself through the forums. You are all so valuable to me. I am so proud to be a member of this society. We will all make it and our vision will become a reality. Only time will tell. I love you all. Honestly, Patrice K.