YOU ARE ‘THE MASTER OF YOUR FATE, THE CAPTAIN OF YOUR
SOUL,’ BECAUSE…
When Henley wrote the prophetic lines, ‘I am the
Master of my Fate, I am the Captain of my Soul,’ he
should have informed us that we are the Masters of
our Fate, the Captains of our Souls, because we have
the power to control our thoughts.
He should have told us that the ether in which this
little earth floats, in which we move and have our
being, is a form of energy moving at an inconceivably
high rate of vibration, and that the ether is filled
with a form of universal power which ADAPTS itself to
the nature of the thoughts we hold in our minds; and
INFLUENCES us, in natural ways, to transmute our
thoughts into their physical equivalent.
If the poet had told us of this great truth, we would
know WHY IT IS that we are the Masters of our Fate,
the Captains of our Souls. He should have told us,
with great emphasis, that this power makes no attempt
to discriminate between destructive thoughts and
constructive thoughts, that it will urge us to
translate into physical reality thoughts of poverty,
just as quickly as it will influence us to act upon
thoughts of riches.
He should have told us, too, that our brains become
magnetized with the dominating thoughts which we hold in our minds, and, by means with which no man is
familiar, these ‘magnets’ attract to us the forces,
the people, the circumstances of life which harmonize
with the nature of our dominating thoughts.
He should have told us, that before we can accumulate
riches in great abundance, we must magnetize our
minds with intense DESIRE for riches, that we must
become ‘money conscious until the DESIRE for money
drives us to create definite plans for acquiring it.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
They Can Because They Think They Can
‘If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don't
If you like to win, but you think you can't,
It is almost certain you won't.
.
‘If you think you'll lose, you're lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow's will—
It's all in the state of mind.
.
‘If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
.
‘Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!’
If you think you dare not, you don't
If you like to win, but you think you can't,
It is almost certain you won't.
.
‘If you think you'll lose, you're lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow's will—
It's all in the state of mind.
.
‘If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
.
‘Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!’
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The "Impossible" Ford V8 Motor
A few years back, Ford decided to produce his now
famous V-8 motor. He chose to build an engine with
the entire eight cylinders cast in one block, and
instructed his engineers to produce a design for the
engine. The design was placed on paper, but the
engineers agreed, to a man, that it was simply
impossible to cast an eight-cylinder gas engine block
in one piece.
Ford said, ‘Produce it anyway.’
‘But,’ they replied, ‘it's impossible!’
‘Go ahead,’ Ford commanded, ‘and stay on the job
until you succeed no matter how much time is
required.’
The engineers went ahead. There was nothing else for
them to do, if they were to remain on the Ford staff.
Six months went by, nothing happened. Another six
months passed, and still nothing happened. The
engineers tried every conceivable plan to carry out
the orders, but the thing seemed out of the question;
‘impossible!’
At the end of the year Ford checked with his
engineers, and again they informed him they had found
no way to carry out his orders.
‘Go right ahead,’ said Ford, ‘I want it, and I'll
have it.’
They went ahead, and then, as if by a stroke ofmagic, the secret was discovered.
The Ford DETERMINATION had won once more!
famous V-8 motor. He chose to build an engine with
the entire eight cylinders cast in one block, and
instructed his engineers to produce a design for the
engine. The design was placed on paper, but the
engineers agreed, to a man, that it was simply
impossible to cast an eight-cylinder gas engine block
in one piece.
Ford said, ‘Produce it anyway.’
‘But,’ they replied, ‘it's impossible!’
‘Go ahead,’ Ford commanded, ‘and stay on the job
until you succeed no matter how much time is
required.’
The engineers went ahead. There was nothing else for
them to do, if they were to remain on the Ford staff.
Six months went by, nothing happened. Another six
months passed, and still nothing happened. The
engineers tried every conceivable plan to carry out
the orders, but the thing seemed out of the question;
‘impossible!’
At the end of the year Ford checked with his
engineers, and again they informed him they had found
no way to carry out his orders.
‘Go right ahead,’ said Ford, ‘I want it, and I'll
have it.’
They went ahead, and then, as if by a stroke ofmagic, the secret was discovered.
The Ford DETERMINATION had won once more!
Friday, May 27, 2011
A Fifty Cent Lesson In Persistence
A FIFTY-CENT LESSON IN PERSISTENCE
Shortly after Mr. Darby received his degree from the
‘University of Hard Knocks,’ and had decided to
profit by his experience in the gold mining business,
he had the good fortune to be present on an occasion
that proved to him that ‘No’ does not necessarily
mean no.
One afternoon he was helping his uncle grind wheat in
an old fashioned mill. The uncle operated a large
farm on which a number of colored sharecrop farmers
lived. Quietly, the door was opened, and a small
colored child, the daughter of a tenant, walked in
and took her place near the door.
The uncle looked up, saw the child, and barked at her
roughly, ‘what do you want?’
Meekly, the child replied, ‘My mammy say send her
fifty cents.’
‘I'll not do it,’ the uncle retorted, ‘Now you run on
home.’
‘Yas sah,’ the child replied. But she did not move.
The uncle went ahead with his work, so busily engaged
that he did not pay enough attention to the child to
observe that she did not leave. When he looked up and
saw her still standing there, he yelled at her, ‘I
told you to go on home! Now go, or I'll take a switch
to you.’
The little girl said ‘yas sah,’ but she did not budge
an inch.
The uncle dropped a sack of grain he was about to
pour into the mill hopper, picked up a barrel stave,
and started toward the child with an expression on
his face that indicated trouble.
Darby held his breath. He was certain he was about to
witness a murder. He knew his uncle had a fierce
temper. He knew that colored children were not
supposed to defy white people in that part of the
country. When the uncle reached the spot where the child was
standing, she quickly stepped forward one step,
looked up into his eyes, and screamed at the top of
her shrill voice, ‘MY MAMMY'S GOTTA HAVE THAT FIFTY
CENTS!’
The uncle stopped, looked at her for a minute, then
slowly laid the barrel stave on the floor, put his
hand in his pocket, took out half a dollar, and gave
it to her.
The child took the money and slowly backed toward the
door, never taking her eyes off the man whom she had
just conquered. After she had gone, the uncle sat
down on a box and looked out the window into space
for more than ten minutes. He was pondering, with
awe, over the whipping he had just taken.
Mr. Darby, too, was doing some thinking. That was the
first time in all his experience that he had seen a
colored child deliberately master an adult white
person. How did she do it? What happened to his uncle
that caused him to lose his fierceness and become as
docile as a lamb? What strange power did this child
use that made her master over her superior? These and
other similar questions flashed into Darby's mind,
but he did not find the answer until years later,
when he told me the story.
Strangely, the story of this unusual experience was
told to the author in the old mill, on the very spot
where the uncle took his whipping. Strangely, too, I
had devoted nearly a quarter of a century to the
study of the power which enabled an ignorant,
illiterate colored child to conquer an intelligent
man.
As we stood there in that musty old mill, Mr. Darby
repeated the story of the unusual conquest, and
finished by asking, ‘What can you make of it? What
strange power did that child use, that so completely
whipped my uncle?’
The answer to his question will be found in the
principles described in the Free book, "The Magic Of Persistence."
Shortly after Mr. Darby received his degree from the
‘University of Hard Knocks,’ and had decided to
profit by his experience in the gold mining business,
he had the good fortune to be present on an occasion
that proved to him that ‘No’ does not necessarily
mean no.
One afternoon he was helping his uncle grind wheat in
an old fashioned mill. The uncle operated a large
farm on which a number of colored sharecrop farmers
lived. Quietly, the door was opened, and a small
colored child, the daughter of a tenant, walked in
and took her place near the door.
The uncle looked up, saw the child, and barked at her
roughly, ‘what do you want?’
Meekly, the child replied, ‘My mammy say send her
fifty cents.’
‘I'll not do it,’ the uncle retorted, ‘Now you run on
home.’
‘Yas sah,’ the child replied. But she did not move.
The uncle went ahead with his work, so busily engaged
that he did not pay enough attention to the child to
observe that she did not leave. When he looked up and
saw her still standing there, he yelled at her, ‘I
told you to go on home! Now go, or I'll take a switch
to you.’
The little girl said ‘yas sah,’ but she did not budge
an inch.
The uncle dropped a sack of grain he was about to
pour into the mill hopper, picked up a barrel stave,
and started toward the child with an expression on
his face that indicated trouble.
Darby held his breath. He was certain he was about to
witness a murder. He knew his uncle had a fierce
temper. He knew that colored children were not
supposed to defy white people in that part of the
country. When the uncle reached the spot where the child was
standing, she quickly stepped forward one step,
looked up into his eyes, and screamed at the top of
her shrill voice, ‘MY MAMMY'S GOTTA HAVE THAT FIFTY
CENTS!’
The uncle stopped, looked at her for a minute, then
slowly laid the barrel stave on the floor, put his
hand in his pocket, took out half a dollar, and gave
it to her.
The child took the money and slowly backed toward the
door, never taking her eyes off the man whom she had
just conquered. After she had gone, the uncle sat
down on a box and looked out the window into space
for more than ten minutes. He was pondering, with
awe, over the whipping he had just taken.
Mr. Darby, too, was doing some thinking. That was the
first time in all his experience that he had seen a
colored child deliberately master an adult white
person. How did she do it? What happened to his uncle
that caused him to lose his fierceness and become as
docile as a lamb? What strange power did this child
use that made her master over her superior? These and
other similar questions flashed into Darby's mind,
but he did not find the answer until years later,
when he told me the story.
Strangely, the story of this unusual experience was
told to the author in the old mill, on the very spot
where the uncle took his whipping. Strangely, too, I
had devoted nearly a quarter of a century to the
study of the power which enabled an ignorant,
illiterate colored child to conquer an intelligent
man.
As we stood there in that musty old mill, Mr. Darby
repeated the story of the unusual conquest, and
finished by asking, ‘What can you make of it? What
strange power did that child use, that so completely
whipped my uncle?’
The answer to his question will be found in the
principles described in the Free book, "The Magic Of Persistence."
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Magic Of Positive Self-Image
- Watch your thoughts, for they become words,
Watch your words, for they become actions,
Watch your actions, for they become habits,
Watch your habits, for they become your character,
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Free E-book- The Magic Of Persistence
Friday, May 13, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
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