I could not put Superpuzzle down

Dear Mark Hamilton,

When I received the e-mail regarding sharing my Neo-Tech/Neothink story, it occurred to me that one of the subjects that had been discussed in past years is that as one grows in the society, they can become a visionary. Several weeks ago, I had started drafting this piece in hopes of incorporating it into a lead-in story I could possibly use at a clubhouse or a workshop someday. So, without sounding overly dramatic, I would like to say that this society literally saved my life and sanity. I will now try to put into words why I would make such a statement.

When I received that very first letter or pamphlet, I was at one of the lowest points of my life. My wife of almost 50 years had just died, and my only daughter had (and still has) contracted a man-made incurable infectious disease, and the marketing company I successfully managed for over 30 years was in a shambles. I had sold my beloved home that we owned for so many years to put my wife, who had been ill for 9 years, into an extended care facility that was located hundreds of miles away. It seemed that every decision I made was the wrong one, and hope was turning to despair. I had to make new friends, but found that we had nothing in common and very little to talk about. Never one to chit-chat about the weather, politics (mostly Republican) or religion (mostly Catholicism), I was searching desperately for anything better and different. I was angry that everything in my life that I cared about was going away.

But I had this letter that not only piqued my curiosity, but hinted about everything that seemed to be missing in my miserable life, like how did they know I was still searching, and how could someone I had never met possibly know that much about me. The rest is history, and as the books kept coming, my eyesight had deteriorated, but I kept on reading, and somewhere along the way, that person I had been in the past started returning. I could not put Superpuzzle down, and my curiosity kept peaking, and yes, there is a Cheektowaga, New York, and on LinkedIn there is a real scientist whose name is Dr. Ian Scott. Coincidence? I don't know, but other things were occurring that shocked me.

I had been pretty successful running and managing my own business for 30-plus years by applying my own version of a mini-day schedule, integrated and power thinking, and areas of purpose. Maybe even a few Ten Second Miracles. Over the years I received all the accolades, like the watches, diamond rings, paid trips etc., but the award I prize the most is a simple little plaque that simply says "Most Tenacious." I did receive some college education during my 8 years of military service, but admittedly, some of the literature was a bit over my head, especially Dr. Wallace's Prime Discovery, but reading "Running With Genius" added the human touch to that great man.

In recent months I have recovered some of my eyesight thanks to some modern day technology, and I have been re-reading what I missed the first time. The nightly calls and web-on-airs are a huge part of my life now, and I feel like the mentors and other online members are part of my extended family now. My 12 monthly training sessions are coming to an end, and if I am going to be a mentor, then it's time to either put up or shut up. I still think I have a lot to offer, if for no other reason, I have a lifetime of experience.

To summarize: the society has made me feel there is still some purpose and value yet. My attitude has changed somewhat, and my anger is slowly subsiding, and it's nice to be able to associate with some like-minded people. I still have a few mysticisms, but now I can spot a neo-cheater a mile away, so I am moving forward at tiny little jumps of quantum leaps, but at least I am moving forward.

This could be a love story of sorts, because it's about a love that was lost too soon, and a love of a family who still loves me in spite of all my quirks, and the love of new life that still needs me around to love and support them while they are still innocent of our anti-civilization they are going to be exposed to. Who knows, just maybe someone will find a cure for Chronic Q fever. Thanks for letting me tell my story. The pictures I am hopefully sending tell it all.

Felix Dean W.