I am thrilled that you asked about how Neothink has changed our lives

Hi Mark,

I am thrilled that you asked about how Neothink has changed our lives. I am one of your fence sitters, but not because I don't want to be part of an A-Team. There is just not one close enough for me to participate in. I think all the time about the A-Team I would create, the community I would like to take part in building.

Neothink has taught me that all my thoughts of owning a business could come true one day. Proper planning and financial stability have to be reached before I jump into my plan.

My Friday Night Essence showed me what I really want my business to be: a swim spa, with individual swim stations. Once this becomes successful, it will grow into a place where families can share their physical entertainment needs. I was thinking of adding rock climbing walls, pool tables, game rooms, anything the members might enjoy.

It's still working itself out in my head, but the back rooms of my swim spa will be a place for my Society of Secrets. As my Society grows, so will the business, a place of relaxation and community, with a secret back room people will be intrigued to join. Once there, step by step, we will all build our little piece of the Civilization of the Universe together. So I guess I'm not really a fence sitter, but an anticipating participant.

When my invitation to join Neothink arrived, I was at a point in my life where my children had grown and I had just been told I was going to become a grandmother. I had been looking for the meaning of it all and how to get the best out of life for years; there had to be a way to find that happiness. I have a great marriage, I married my high school sweetheart at nineteen, and after twenty-five years we are still together. We have two children, and we've done a good job raising them, but now where do I put my dreams? Where will I be, mentally and financially, in my 50s, 60s, 70s?

The Neothink books are the first books I have read in twenty years. I normally don't understand what I'm reading; I learn better by experience. I could not wait for my next book to arrive. I was fascinated to learn the lessons in those pages, and I started looking at everything in my life differently. Becoming a grandma was going to be a great thing, I could teach my granddaughter all the tricks, to look beyond the obvious to the true meaning of things, to become a member of the Civilization of the Universe instead of the anticivilization I currently function in.

I took a whole new attitude at work. I am a team leader with fifteen others on my team, and I treat them like a team now, not only making my life easier at work, but giving them a chance to bring their ideas to life. We do a mundane job of data entry; it's a stagnant job, and I am trying to make it better.

As I finished my second heirloom, my son was in a car accident. As I walked into his room in the ER, all I could think was that this was a test from God. What I had just finished reading and realizing was true: God is the best of you, that place in your brain where the good outweighs the bad. It's not religion, it's your conscience, your guide, your own self-made God in your head.

Those next three months were very trying. He had shattered his pelvis on the Thursday night before Memorial Day weekend. The doctor told me he needed to put a pin into my nineteen-year-old son's knee to hold the weights they would need to pull the bones in his pelvis down until they could perform surgery.

I looked into my son's eyes. He was so scared, and so was I, but at that point I knew it was me and him. I was like the little train that thought he could, as my husband left the room, unable to take seeing his son in that much pain, then my brother, who couldn't take it anymore either, also left. It was me and Steve, and the doctor.

By this time the doctor had broken out in a sweat, saying that the bones of a nineteen-year-old were the strongest, toughest bones to try to get a screw through. I looked at my son. "Did you hear that, your bones are strong," and he laughed while crying, then said, "just like my mom." At that point I knew: everything in those heirlooms, every word I had soaked into my brain, it was up to me, and others like me, to make this a better world. One person at a time, one event at a time, we could build a Civilization of the Universe.

My son waited until the following Wednesday for his surgery. The doctor told me they could operate on Monday, but given how serious the injury was, it would take his best staff, and he wouldn't have them until Wednesday. We waited, and the operation took twelve long hours, followed by three weeks in the hospital, eight weeks in rehab, and three months with him home in a hospital bed.

During this time, we talked about finding your Friday Night Essence, about parts of the Twelve Visions as I understood them, about making his life what was best for him, not what I wanted for him, but what he wanted for himself. It was a horrible time, but also a grand time. I asked him to read the heirlooms, but he didn't want to. In time I am hoping he will; it changed me, and how I think and act.

Many of the items brought to light in the three heirlooms are controversial. I am by no means an intelligent person; life has taught me some tough lessons, but those lessons have made me a better person. For twenty-five years I have been pretty much a loner. My family is everything to me, and I have mended fences that had been broken for years; it's liberating.

I no longer feel unappreciated at work. I think things through, see the end, and how I can get there, one step at a time, well planned and thought out, day by day. With the new community I feel a part of, I no longer feel like a loner. I may look that way to an outsider, but inside I have found a joy in both my work life and personal life that I do not believe would be there without Neothink guiding my way. For that, I thank you, and Neothink.

S Gallic