A rhesus monkey was put into a special cage.
This cage had red, yellow and green squares.
He seemed to pay little, if any, attention to the colored squares.
He just lived his life doing monkey things.
After several days, an “experimenter” made the red squares start giving off intermittent shocks.
BTW, I put the word experimenter in quotes because I think this person’s CORRECT title would be “brain indoctrinator.”
Or “hypnotizer.”
Anyhoo…
These shocks caused the monkey a lot of pain.
Literally.
(“Pain” isn’t some sort of euphemism for emotional distress. That shit REALLY hurt the poor little guy.)
The monkey became anxious but soon learned to avoid the red squares.
Next, the experimenter caused the yellow squares to also give off intermittent shocks.
The monkey acted like he was bipolar, alternating from hyper-anxiety to depression then withdrawal.
The monkey soon learned to avoid both the red and yellow squares.
Then ALL the squares were electrified.
The little monkey began to bite himself, beat his head against the bars and poop on himself.
For all intents and purposes, this little monkey had been driven crazy by his captors.
This experiment took place over a period of one month.
The monkey was then transferred to a second cage with a white floor.
Soft music was played, he was touched, held and fed.
Within a short time, he calmed down. Within two weeks he was playful and exploring his cage.
At that point, the people conducting experiments couldn’t see the difference between this little monkey and a monkey from a rhesus population not subjected to this cruel experiment.
Stupid monkey.
You see, unlike a “smart” human, he didn’t know how to hold onto the past forever.
And therefore continue to expect bad things in the future based on his past experience.
He only knew how to adapt to changing circumstances.
Now here’s where it gets REALLY interesting:
When the monkey was put back into the first cage, he was anxious for two days.
But after assuring himself there were no shocks, he began to be as playful in that cage, too.
Look, I don’t wear a white coat and have a whole string of letters after my name.
But because of reasons initially based on pure survival,
I’ve been engaged in a 30-year study of human nature.
More specifically, I’ve worked very hard to try and figure out why 99% of the population continually self sabotages and lives their entire life in what any thinking person would define as “failure.”
But this one rhesus monkey study just totally hit the nail on the head.
99% of human beings are more stupid than a rhesus monkey.
Or…
Maybe… just MAYBE…
…they’ve never had anybody who loved them enough to save them from the cage with the electric shocks…
…and transfer them to a cage with a white floor where soft music is played, they’re held, loved and fed.
[introspective silence]
The #1 MOST important thing for success I’ve seen over my 30 years of serial entrepreneurship is this:
A mentor who truly cares about your success.
Someone willing to invest his life into you.
Somebody who understands quantum physics… and how intention and focused thought affect matter and energy.
Most importantly, YOUR matter and energy.
Therefore… the mentor cares enough to save his mentee from the cage with the electric shocks.
And transfer him or her to a cage with a white floor where soft music is played.
Where they’re loved and “fed.”
And THAT, dear friend, is my #1 motivation for doing what I do in the Marketing Camelot.
A lofty goal. That I know.
But I’ve committed myself to doing what it takes to get closer and closer to it every day.
I think if you’ll just finally READ THIS instead of skimming it…
…and while you’re reading it, focus on what your life will be like when you’re free of the cage with the electric shocks…
…I think you’ll see that letting me mentor you… as my new knight… is something you feel compelled to do immediately.
Because you’re now truly ready to be free from the shocks and mental conditioning the world has used to keep you in mental and financial slavery.
And you’re ready NOW to live the life you’ve always dreamed about.
All the best,
Doberman Dan
