How These 11 Principles Change Lives...The Shocking, Revealing, Behind The Scenes Story of Mike Kemski And The Catalyst Behind The 11 Principles Worldwide Phenomenon.
When I picked up that gun I had a decision to make. Whatever choice I made would change my life forever. Someone was going to die that day, and I was going to kill them.
Invest in yourself! Get your copy of the 11 Principles Multimedia Course today by clicking here. Since we are going to be spending some time together in the "11 Principles" course, I thought you should have the opportunity to learn a little bit more about who I am, my background, and why I developed this course for you. But it was not always that way. I'm going to share with you where I came from up to where I am now which is an amazing life. Its a story of inspiration, of the power of the human mind to become whatever you truly desire being. I grew up in an environment where there was not a lot of love, support, encouragement, or involvement with my family. But even with that entire bundle of goodness there was even less money. When I was a baby we lived in one spare bedroom in my grandparent's house with me, my three sisters, and my Mom and Dad. When I was born I was not breathing and almost died! I was a little blue baby boy that looked like a smurf. The doctors had to rush me to the Newborn Intensive Care Unit and stuff all kinds of tubes and devices in me just to keep me alive. Obviously I made it but not without a struggle and complications. I had severe asthma and lung problems. My body and brain were not getting enough oxygen because my lungs were so weak. When my grandpa, my Dad's father, came to see his new grandson he was so ashamed of my sickly little body that he told my Dad I was the sorriest excuse for a boy he had ever seen and that if he brought me home (they lived with my dad's parents) they were not welcome at his house! I got a little better and was released from the hospital and my Dad did bring me home. Then my grandparents gave my Dad, and all of us, the boot not long after I was born so he needed to find a place to live where we would all fit. We eventually moved into a stunning palace of pleasure in the projects in California. It was a one room apartment with a bathroom made up of cinder blocks and had a concrete floor with a slab of carpet over the top. My parents did not have a lot of money. In fact, we were so poor my parents had to steal food from the convenient stores to feed us. How convenient is that? Over time we eventually upgraded ghetto pads and got to a run down house by the highway in California somewhere. My Dad could not keep a job because he drank too much and was a miserable wreck because he didn't want to be married to my Mom or have a family. I couldn't go outside to play because the air quality was too bad for me to breathe. My lung and asthma problem were still running strong. That and some other factors led to the decision to move to Utah of all places. Anyway, the air was cleaner and my Dad joined the military to have a stable income. He decided to stay with his family even though he was miserable and wanted to bail. He just figured it would be easier that way. (His choice was influenced by what you are going to learn in this course.) So back to moving to Utah. We still did not have any money. He made peanuts for income and he had four kids and a wife to support. So we were not living the "good" life by any stretch of the imagination. My sisters used to come home from school with food all over them because the kids would throw their lunch on them and tease them mercilessly. I used to have the "cool" kids call me over to hang out with them and when I would go over there where all the pretty girls were and the "cool" crowd was they would always do something to hurt, humiliate, and embarrass me. They would kick me in the stomach, spit in my face, rip my clothes, and anything else they could do to screw with me. Not for any good reason but only because we were not wearing the right brand of jeans or shoes, basically because we were poor. But I wanted so badly to be accepted and be a part of that "life" I would always go back when they called me over again. Every time I would leave humiliated, hurt, embarrassed, and crying. Then came our one and only attempt at a family vacation. My Dad got a roll of quarters for us kids to share at the local arcade/pool hall. I remember driving there sooo excited because I was going to get to play pool with my Dad who was my hero. We were going to play pool and video games all night long! We all piled in the car and my sisters ducked down in embarrassment (I did not know yet that I should be embarrassed by the hunk of junk car we were in) and we headed out for the arcade. It was about a 7 minute drive from our house. It was so cool to me. I was beaming with happiness! We never did anything like this before. We turned the corner and there was the flashing neon sign that said pool. We were almost there and then about 100 feet from the parking lot the hunk of junk car we were in broke down. We were RIGHT THERE! I begged to just walk the rest of the way but to no avail. I won't bore you with all of the details but the end result is that we had to give up our quarters so my dad could fix the car and we didn't ever make it to the pool hall / arcade. And we never made it back. Life went on that way and some time passed then I started to get a "chip on my shoulder". I saw other kids and people doing fun things and having close families. I saw other people having nice things and enjoying life. Why was I not able to have those things and have a close family and do all of these fun things? My conclusion was that these were just the cards I was dealt, just the way it was for me. Me and my family just were the people in life that had to be poor and miserable. I mean if there were the rich and happy people that means there had to be the poor and miserable people right? So I just tried to accept that was what I was. Even though deep down inside I knew there had to be more, I could just feel it. But I guess it just wasn't for me. I ended up becoming a bitter, resentful, mean, angry, and confused young boy and I made my way to something that took the pain away, drugs and alcohol. I found out that if I smoked a cigarette or joint or pounded some Vodka all of the pain and lack in my life seemed to vanish for a while. It was such a sigh of relief that at age 12 I started smoking, doing drugs, and drinking to escape the pain. Soon I stopped caring about school and anything else for that matter and I just wanted to be numb all of the time so I found (attracted) friends into my life that supported that. Needless to say they were not the highest caliber of people in the world but my daily choices (I did not know they were choices then) led me to that life. I was drunk or high everyday for a long time. In high school I had a friend who conveniently worked graveyard shift at a local pharmacy as a janitor part time after school. That was the jackpot man. At first he would get just a couple of things here and there until one day he scored big-time! He got a HUGE bottle of Valium. He loaded up a smaller bottle of them (about 50) and gave them to me the next morning at school. I did not even ask what it was. I did not care as long as it would change my state and shut off how I was feeling. I just popped about 10 of those babies in my mouth and let the healing begin. I remember as the day went on I started to feel good so I took some more. By the end of the day I had taken the entire bottle and somehow I rode my skateboard home (from what I am told I was in the middle of the road the entire way). I passed out in my bed and, as they say, stick a fork in me I was done! My friends came over to pick me up and they could not even get me to budge. I was out cold! When I finally woke up I realized it was 9:30 and I was late for school. Not that I cared really but I did not want to be home so I went to shower and told my Mom I was late but I was still going to school. She told me it was Saturday. Well I was quite shocked considering the day I took all the valium was Wednesday! Holy crap I just lost 2 days of my life! That scared me. But it did not change anything... yet. I stayed blitzed from age 12 to almost 17. Now jump ahead about 6 months from then. I was sitting in my room listening to Metallica thinking to myself "Screw this. Screw it all. I am not meant to be happy, rich, successful, or any other good thing in this world. And if this is what life is, I don't want anything to do with it." So I decided to end all of it once and for all. I got a razor blade from my Dads tool box and decided I would slit my wrist open and bleed out. I took a look around my room and at the soda cans overfilling with cigarette butts, the drug pipes, the filth everywhere and I was ready. I stuck that razor sharp point into my flesh and poked through a vein. At the very exact second I was going to slice open my wrist something happened. A stillness and peace flooded my body. I froze in my tracks and felt something I had never felt before. Then I heard something, not an audible sound but more like a thought or a feeling telling me that this was not what my life was meant to be and that I was more than I had experienced. That even though I did not "know" what love was or had never truly felt love without fear, that I was experiencing it right now. Then a powerful feeling flooded my heart. I was not sure what it was but this thought / feeling said this is what love is Mike, and you will experience so much more of it through out your lifetime. You are a servant of people and you will find your joy and love in that. (Looking back now the only thing that compares to that feeling was when I had my little baby girl, when she was born I felt the same way.) That was already true. I was happiest when I was helping others. That force was and has been my guidance my entire life. I started to cry like I had never cried before. It was from my heart and it was deep. The trickle of the warm blood running down my hand brought me back into the present reality and I took that blade out of my wrist and patched myself up. I decided right there that I would no longer accept this lifestyle. I was going to find some meaning in my life and stop avoiding the person I truly was. I called the local hospital rehab center 37 times and hung up 36 times. The rehab councilors said they would interview me but my parents would have to come because I was only 16 years old and it was an adult rehab. So I went upstairs to my Mom and told her I needed to go to drug rehab. She got mad at me because I interrupted her QVC (home shopping channel) and yelled at me to call my Dad. So I called my Dad and told him I needed to go to rehab. He said, "You don't need a fucking rehab quit being a pussy." So I went back to my Mom. I told her my Dad said to take me to the hospital. She did not have a clue or enough ambition to talk to him about it anyway so I did what I had to do to get there. She did not have a license or a car so I drove us to the hospital checked myself into drug rehab and had her sign the papers. I got sober and cleaned up and I had a bunch of powerful, cool, and some weird experiences through out the process. After I was sober for about 2 years I still felt unhappy and like the good life still was just not for me and I started to feel a lot of pain again. I made a decision and a promise to myself that I would never ever do drugs again NO MATTER WHAT so that just was not an option. I knew where that led and I was not about to go there again! And I have never taken a drug or drank a sip of alcohol since then. I was not sure what to do. I worked very hard at all of the things the councilors told me to do. I did everything I was supposed to but I still had that void in my life. So one day me and some friends were hanging out and they said lets go get something to eat. Well any other day I would have gone but today I just said no I think I will stay here. I was living in a room I rented from a friends mom in her house (one of the many I bounced around from). After they left I went upstairs in the master bedroom and sat on the bed. I have no idea why I ended up there but I did. I was just sitting there thinking about what I was doing wrong in my life and why I just could not seem to find some meaning and fulfillment. I was so frustrated and scared that life was passing me by that I just started to cry and I put my head between my legs.
Now I am not sure if you know what kind of damage a 357 hollow point can do but when it hits it is designed to spread apart so the exit hole it makes is much larger then than entry hole. Not only that but after the bullet expands it has these razor sharp metal talons that slice and dice any and everything in its path. It makes a real mess out of a person if it were to hit one. So I reached down and grabbed that gun. I thought to myself, "Man I just am not cut out for a happy and successful life and if I can't have a life that I love then why bother with life at all. I have been sober for 2 years now working very hard to make my life better and I still am not fulfilled. I am just not meant to live a happy life. My family has cursed me until my death and I am not about to live 60 more years like this! I can't. It is just too painful everyday." So without even thinking I pulled back the hammer and stuck the cold barrel of that loaded .357 in my mouth, my hands were trembling, and I was sweating. The gun was shaking and hitting my teeth and it had a taste of gun powder residue. I closed my eyes real tight and slowly started to pull the trigger! I was not sure if I would get through the entire motion before the gun would actually fire or if I would get too scared and stop and then CLICK! The hammer dropped and the firing pin hit the primer. What happened? Why am I still sitting here with a gun in my mouth shaking like crazy sweating rivers of sweat, crying out of control and still breathing? Oh my God! The bullet misfired! I threw the gun away from me and scampered back until I hit the wall. I was shaking and crying again realizing I just killed myself but I was still alive! I felt like a terrified child lost in a busy mall at Christmas time and just wanted someone, anyone, to hold me and tell me everything would be OK. I was trembling out of control and crying like I had never cried before. My breathing was very shallow and fast. I was freaking out so bad and I did not know what to do so I got up and just started aimlessly walking. I think I walked 10 miles in a catatonic state oblivious to anything except my own body and the buzz of energy inside of me before I calmed down enough to think at all. I just cheated death... again! That was the day I killed myself. Not the person who is writing this now but the person who never thought he could write it. That guy died that day and this man was ready to move forward. From that point forward I went on a quest to search for the answers to all of my questions no matter how long it took or how hard it got. I would NEVER get to a point in my life where I let the pain and fear take over again! I went on a massive personal development rampage and it took me 12 years to really start to make some major breakthroughs. But I did it! I overcame that stuff and I did make some amazing breakthroughs. The point of all this is to let you know that I grew up in what some would consider a hostile environment surrounded by lack, fear, anger, resentment, and victim mentality. Most of the problems were in my own mind. It was my perspectives and how I viewed things that made them so bad for me. I had some real challenges that I had to overcome and I did.
I won't bore you with all of the details but today I have a wonderful life, have been happily married for 9 years. I have 2 great daughters. I am in great physical shape. I have a fantastic group of amazing friends. I am pursuing and living my dreams more and more everyday. I went from being beat up and teased for being poor to a life where my kids will never have any idea of what that even means. I went from having a lack mentality to building a prosperity based mentality. I went from 3 time high school drop out to being on the High Honor Role and being recognized in the National Deans List Publication. I went from being a victim to being a victor! I have excelled in life in a lot of areas. I have overcome a lot of difficult events successfully. But I am really no different than anyone else. I put my pants on the same as you do. I have mornings where I would rather lie in bed than try to take on life that day. My light bulbs burn out and need to be replaced. My laundry has to get done. I mean I am just a guy. But I care and want you to have the very best life you can. I want all of your dreams to come true. I want you to radiate with happiness and joy. I am just a guy but a guy who cares about you and the results you get in your life.
And I say even if we have never met, I know enough to know that you are a special and unique person who has the ability to change the world in a way that only you can. Because I have experienced others do the same thing for me. And if you never get that chance or learn that truth the world will miss out on your greatness. Then I ask them who would you rather spend time with people who buried their dreams and greatness or people who live their dreams and highest potential? The answer is obvious so why not do all you can to help "unlock" that dream, release that potential and fill the world with the people you want to be around. You are already there; you just need a map and a lighted path. That is what these principles are for, to light your path. Obviously I am still alive today and enjoying life. If you are anything like I was you probably have an OK life. Its probably not the end all of where you want to be but you do alright. But if you ARE anything like I was you also have this burning acid like pit in your heart just tearing at you silently every day because you know there is more for you. Sure on the outside everything looks great and other people's perception of you is probably pretty good but you know better. Even though your life is not a horrible train wreck you are secretly living in frustration every day!
...is a dream you once had that you have not let die. That dream that you are quietly holding onto hoping almost in desperation that it will one day jump out of your head and become a reality for you. Maybe it was to become an author or a pilot. Maybe you wanted to invent the next concept car for GM. Maybe you wanted to build an internet empire and have sacks of money shipped to your mansion on the beach every day. Maybe it is to have the freedom to spend as much quality time with your family and not have to worry about money. But you have to be careful right? If you lose that dream there is no telling what might happen to you. You have been guarding it and protecting it for so long that it has become a way of life, to settle for a life of mediocrity just to protect your dream. So let me ask you a question? What good is that dream doing you now? How much happiness is that dream providing you buried away in a safe Fort Knox like vault in your mind? I mean you came up with that dream for a reason once right? Why else would you have it? And more importantly what is holding you back from making your dream a reality? I can already hear you saying, "I don't have the time or the money or the knowledge, or the connections, or the blah blah blah"... GIVE ME A BREAK! Did you know that you have all you need right now? You may have heard that before but I really mean it. It is true and that is what these 11 principles are all about. Lighting the darkness so you can see your path and see what you have NOW! The reality is you do know what to do, EXACTLY what to do. The reality is there are things holding you back that you just cannot seem to identify no matter how hard you have tried and believe me if you are anything like me I KNOW you have tried! Do you want to know why you procrastinate? Do you want to know why you have no self confidence when it comes to your dream? Do you want to know why you have little or no self discipline when it comes to your dream? Better yet do you want to know how to eliminate ALL of the obstacles that are stopping you from watching your dream transform into a reality? Well it is finally time to stop living your dream in your mind and start living it in real life! Look, I have been through a lot in my life and I survived a lot. I have learned what works and what is just a waste of time through real world experience. But I think most importantly, I have mastered this cycle. I have learned how to take action, follow through to achieve my desired results, and maintain those results for a long, long period of time at whatever level I choose. When you read a marketing book or program, go to a marriage seminar, attend a financial freedom workshop, anything you do from this point forward you will learn the technique to apply that information into your life and maintain the results at whatever level you want just by applying one of these principles in your life. Not only that, I will show you how to kick it up a notch or two whenever you want. Don't let yourself get "trapped" into this holding pattern of coasting through life just accepting things as they are because it is "easier and safer." When you think about it honestly it is not easier or safer at all. It is much harder to live with a pit of unhappiness in your gut than live with utter joy. It is much more difficult to live a life of mediocrity and scarcity than one of fulfillment and abundance. I am going to tell you one more story.
What a way to go. Your last thoughts are that you wasted your entire life. If you don't take a look at yourself now you could coast through life and before you know it you could end up like my Dad and not have the time to make the choices in your life that you truly want to. Invest in yourself - in your dreams - and get the 11 Principles course. It is priced so anybody can afford it and created in a way so results come quickly when you use it. Go through the 11 Principles, do the exercises, expand your awareness, discover what is possible for you and make it happen starting today.
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Today I have a very happy life with my 2 daughters, and my amazing wife. I have incredible friends, outstanding health, living a life full of passion and purpose and all around what a lot of people consider an awesome life.
I am helping others reach their full potential. I am more in touch with my spirituality than ever before. I realize my potential and purpose vs. wanting to die because I had no sense of purpose. I am operating out of courage and inspiration instead of letting fear run my life. I went from having miserable parents who hated being married to being happily married for almost nine years. My wife is my best friend and I am hers.
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