Transcript of The 8 Words That
Will Change Your Life
"All of the matter that we see today, without exception,
has been created by thought."
Anastasia - The Book of Kin
by Vladimer Megre
I begin this presentation with the assumption that you (the reader) are NOT living in Heaven on Earth yet but would like to if you could believe that was truly possible. If you’re not yet living in Heaven on Earth, it can only be because you don’t quite understand how you function mentally and what’s really going on with us as humans. Either you have never seen the key that unlocks your dreams or you don’t know how to use it.
I am uniquely qualified to teach this life altering information because of three events in my very unusual history. The first event, began after my father lost his eyesight when I was around seven year old. I was just old enough at the time that I had to consciously re-learn how to communicate with him. I had to learn to speak in pictures so I could communicate my visual experiences to my blind father.
As I learned to notice the mental images that language created, I also began listening in pictures. In other words, I noticed the images created by people’s choice of language. I developed such a strong CONSCIOUS lingual/visual link that for years I thought I was a visual learner.
My younger siblings were young enough when my father lost his sight that they were still learning their language skills UNCONSCIOUSLY so their ability to speak in pictures was learned and applied unconsciously. Because I had consciously learned the skill it always remained a conscious ability for me. I still have an unusually strong awareness of the visual aspect of language.
The second event in my life that I draw from as I teach this information occurred in 1994. I experienced what I have come to call, an awakening. It was not the kind you hear about where the person experiences the “nothingness “ or “allness” of peace, love, light or something of that nature. In my experience it was as if I’d passed through an invisible barrier and could suddenly “see” or be aware of another dimension of my everyday experience that had always been functional outside of my awareness. That experience is still present with me most of the time, although at times I find myself back locked in the three dimensional perspective.
The third event in my life that contributes to the expertise I share with you here involved my two sets of twins. A convergence of our unique personalities and characters presented a moment in time that made a previously unrecognized universal law suddenly become visible. That universal law is the key that will unlock your dreams. Since that day in late1999 I have studied the KEY and it’s applications which I now teach.
So what is the key that will unlock your dreams, and what are the eight magic words? I have found that the best way to introduce people to both of those is by telling the story of how I and my children first discovered the key to living our dreams.
I invite you into my home back in late 1999.
On that particular day an event happened that changed our lives and showed us the magic key. It was a very big event in our lives, and it placed us in a unique perspective that made the key clearly visible for a moment. In that moment we picked up the key and began using it before it could return to invisible. I can only show you the key. I can’t pick it up for you, but I’ve found that if you follow the same path I did, you can “see” it as clearly as I did. Let’s start down that path.
I’d like to introduce you to my two sets of twins who are key players in this discovery. Imagine with me that you are standing in my dining room. You are observing my dining room table where my oldest set of twins are sitting, doing home school. They are a boy and girl, about 9 or10 years old. The girl’s name is Andra (we call her Andi) and the boy’s name is Joseph.
The reason Andi and Joe are home schooled is because they are profoundly dyslexic. I feel like I’m probably their best teacher since I had been a public school teacher and a Montessori teacher for several years. During that time I’d seen a lot of kids with dyslexia and other divergent learning styles and I didn’t really want my twins to have some of the social and emotional side effects that sometimes come with their learning style in the public school experience. To avoid that likelihood I’ve decided to be their teacher at home.
Just to the right of the dining room table and through a wide archway is my living room. There on the wooden floor sitting in the sunlight by the couch, my other set of twins are busy at work also. They are two little boys three years younger than the older twins. They are also home schooled because...“why not?” We already have it going on for Andi and Joseph. The seven year old twins, Xander and Silas, are doing simple worksheets and have several papers and colored pencils spread around them on the floor.
Something about these two younger boys has puzzled me almost since they started home school two years ago. As I mentioned, the older twins are very dyslexic but these younger boys are not. That is, they’re not dyslexic anywhere in their lives except right here in home school. For two years I’d been trying to understand why this is so.
There’s a little more information you should know about the younger twins. These two seven year old boys are a little bit ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). It’s not a big deal. They kept us awake for the first five years of their lives then we got some naps and it was all OK. They are ADD kids 24 hours of every day but are dyslexic only during the hours of home school.
The older twins are dyslexic 24 hours of everyday. I’m not talking about just reversed letters and numbers. Their dyslexia is way bigger than that. Their standard learning pattern is to “learn/forget, learn/forget, learn/forget. Sometime in the middle of every night after they’ve learned a little bit during the school day, nearly all they’ve learned gets dumped in the garbage somewhere in Never-Never-Land, and they can’t ever get it back again. Every day we go through the discovery that yesterday’s learning has been lost and is now completely irretrievable – day after day after day...
I’ve been dealing with this learning pattern nearly four years and I still do not have a single child who can read. In your mind’s eye you’ll see that I’m standing at the left of the dining room table, feeling my usual state of high frustration. Leading up to this moment I have studied everything I could find about dyslexia. I have made myself an expert in the field and spent a LOT of money on products promising to get us through this difficult learning style. So far none have worked for us.
I’m at war this morning, as I am every morning, with Andi and Joe. I like to think that it’s Andi, Joe and me at war against dyslexia, but sometimes that battle line gets a little muddy and it feels more like I’m at war against them.
For some reason on this particular day in the middle of the dyslexia war, I looked through that archway at the two younger twins, Xander and Silas. For the first time I understood what was going on. I saw it in their eyes.
Like all ADD kids, their attention was riveted to the action. Joe and I are the action. The younger twins are not really looking at me, however, because I’m a teacher and they’re not. They didn’t identify with me. Joe’s a beginning learner, like they are, and he is their model demonstrating the learning process.
I was horrified as I watched the younger boys attention unconsciously riveted to everything Joe was doing. They were learning how to learn! And what they were learning was, “School is SOOOO hard because remembering everything you learn is so hard.” They had the exact same look on their face that they have every time they are intentlyand unconsciously learning something.
Even though I was a certified teacher with several years of teaching experience, specializing in learning disorders, I didn’t know you could learn how to learn. (I’d never heard that in college.) I thought people were just born dyslexic or not dyslexic, or ADD or not ADD or able to learn or learning disabled, or whatever. I was an expert, but I’d never been told that children could learn to be dyslexic.
On top of the fact that I don’t have any child who can read in four years, I had just discovered that I had inadvertently created two brand new dyslexics in the world that should never have been dyslexic. I suddenly shifted from my usual state of high frustration to being extremely frustrated! I slammed my fist on the dining room table and yelled, “I can do this! Damn it, I can do this.”
I stomped off to the kitchen because when you’re as volatile as I felt at that moment, distance is good. I stood in the kitchen trying my best to believe my words, because I was sure that if I could just get enough belief from somewhere in the Universe I could make my words real, and then I really would be able to win the war with dyslexia.
Most people believe that if we just have enough belief we can make things happen. Well, exactly what is enough? Enough is when it works, right? So if it isn’t working, it’s logical to assume that I don’t have enough belief. That day I was sure I needed more belief because, as I saw it, I was losing the war instead of winning. I stood in the kitchen trying to manufacture belief from thin air.
In the middle of that effort, I heard a voice in my head. It was kind of a snide voice - it was my own voice actually, and I can be snide sometimes. I heard myself saying to me, “Yah Yah, you can do it, and so what. It’s not about you, it’s about him. You need to stop trying to teach him to read, and teach him to KNOW he can read.” My reaction was, “HUH? Where’d you get that idea?” (I’d never heard that in college, either.)
“Besides,” I thought, “How would you do that? How would you teach someone to KNOW they can read when they clearly have four very powerful years of history proving that they CANNOT read?”
I felt like I was at the bottom of a deep pit, having pulled at every ladder I could find and they had all fallen in on me. There were none left so I began to grab at straws. One came along in the form of an idea. I realized even if I didn’t know how to teach Joe to KNOW he can read, I did know how to get an image into his mind of him being able to read. It was that lingual/visual skill I had learned with my blind father.
I turned to Joseph and said, “Joe, I want you to say these words, ‘I can do this.”
Joe stared at me like I was crazy. “But I can’t,” he whined pitifully. “I can’t do it, Mom. I try. I want to...but it’s just too hard.” Tears were spilling out of his eyes.
I was feeling a little testy at that moment, feeling caught in one of the most frustrating moments of my life, and I said loudly, “I don’t care! Say the words.”
He hung his head in misery and barely whispered, “I can do this.”
“NO, JOE, LOUDER!” I badgered the boy until he was screaming to the universe and the neighborhood, “I CAN DO THIS!”
As I listened to his words, I noticed the picture was incomplete. The words created an image of him being ABLE to do it, but did not include him successfully doing it. I said, “Good job, Joseph. Now I want you to say,I can do this, AND I DO IT. And you say it over and over until it’s true. Do not stop until it’s true. I’ll be sitting over here on the couch listening, so do not stop - you won’t like it if you do.”
Joseph is not stupid. He’s dyslexic, but certainly not stupid. He knows how to shut up the nagging woman...you just do what she says. So he began saying the words, “I can do this and I do it, I can do this and I do it, I can do this and I...”
I hadn’t even reached the couch yet when he stopped. I spun around as I heard him stop. “Joseph, I told you...!”
He interrupted me and said, “Wait, Mom, is it...Sam?”
I was caught off guard because I didn’t expect him to figure out how to read that first word so quickly. In fact, I didn’t expect anything. I was just desperately grabbing at straws. “Good job, Joe,” I said, with a significant amount of awe in my voice.
He turned the page and read, “S...i...t Sam.” He turned to the third page, “Sam c...a...n sit.” I had never heard him read three words in a row without help…ever! This sudden turn of events had my full attention! Joseph turned all ten pages of that little red Sam book and read every page with typical beginner hesitations, but correctly.
In my excitement I stuck another book in front of him and said, “Joe, can you read this one, Sam and Matt?” He read all ten pages of Sam and Matt. He was excited and ran to get a third book where he got stuck halfway through on consonant blends. In nearly four years we’d never gotten past book one (Bob). He wanted me to teach him consonant blends.
As my memory of Joseph’s four year history returned, it overshadowed the brightness of this new event. I stood by the dining room table thinking, “Hmm. I know a little bit about this boy’s learning style. He can do this today, just fine. It’s a big accomplishment for sure, I won’t deny that. But tomorrow it could be like this day never happened.”
I said, “Joe, you’ve done great work today. I need to work with the others though, so why don’t you do something else right now. Tomorrow morning I want you to read these books again and when you get to this part I’ll teach you to read the new words. He was very excited.
Tomorrow came and sure enough, he couldn’t remember a thing, just like always. I was very disappointed...not surprised, but disappointed. I figured I would just let him work with the Sam book for awhile and then I’d go help him out - like every other school day.
After a few minutes, I heard him say, “Oh, Wait. I remember...it’s…uh...” I thought he was going to start reading but he didn’t. He said, “It’s...uh...I can do this...and...uh...I do it. I can do this and I do it. I can do this and I do it.” (If you’re counting, that sentence is eight words). He immediately began reading again and buzzed right through to the middle of the third book. It was time for me to teach him consonant blends.
Thunderstruck, I said, “Good job, Joe.” Beyond that I couldn’t think. I was so confused. I tried to think my way out of the confusion. “What just happened here? I have seven years of college; I have studied everything I could find on dyslexia...and it was as simple as saying a few simple words?? Wouldn’t someone have noticed this already?”
I almost threw the magic away because it just seemed too absurd, but it offered my only hope and had seemingly produced results. I had to try it with the other three kids.
On that day our home school changed forever. We never had another learning problem with any child in any subject except for one. Thereafter, the only problem we ran into was remembering to say, “I can and I do,” instead of, “I can’t, this is hard.” That is the only change we made and we never had another learning problem except to remember to apply the magic.
The dyslexia didn’t go away in the older twins. However, without the learning problems dyslexia was quickly revealed as a wonderful gift with unique ways of seeing things that benefitted all of us. For the younger boys, the dyslexic learning pattern quickly ended and their ADD way of focusing on action began to be a great and wonderful gift that they brought to the world.
So what is the key to unlock your dream?
Your choice of language. It’s as simple as that. Your choice of language is your magic key. There’s actually no power in language. Language is just a tool that we use to direct the innate power that we are.
You use language to define how your innate power is going to vibrate into in your experience. You do it continuously, either consciously or unconsciously. It’s like gravity. You don’t need to understand gravity to make it work. You don’t need to believe in gravity enough to make it work. You don’t need faith or any special knowledge to make it work. It is at work with everyone even from the moment of birth. (Yes, a baby’s cry is a rudimentary language expressing a desire or feeling.)
The law that is at work in our language applies everywhere we use language...and where is that? Everywhere! That would seem to be obvious - if it works anywhere it’s going to work everywhere, right? But it’s not obvious because we don’t work that way.
As humans we compartmentalize our lives. That’s the method we have evolved to allow us to manage complexity. We compartmentalize nearly everything. Even our homes are compartmentalized. We used to live in small spaces or huts with just one room, but as we became more complex we needed more room and more stuff. Now we can have as many rooms as we want in order to handle as much complexity as we care to manage. In the case of our homes we can have as much complexity as we care to clean up and maintain.
Throughout our lives we compartmentalize. We have work stuff, home stuff, family stuff, personal stuff, personal growth stuff, financial stuff, recreational stuff, and so on. Each of those areas is organized further into smaller compartments to manage even more complexity.
We don’t mix our compartments up very well. Not too many people store their hockey equipment with their financial records. If they do, they learn very quickly that it’s not going to work in their benefit. It’ll get them in trouble with lost information and equipment. We learn to compartmentalize everything in order to manage the complexity of things, ideas, activities, relationships, etc.
In our family we followed that same pattern with this magic that we had found. We left it in the compartment of home school. We knew we had magic. We used it everyday, everyday, everyday. And it worked fast - so fast. In seconds, things could change. In minutes learning problems would disappear. Sometimes it would take hours or even days to transform struggle and suffering into fulfilling results but most of the time it was just seconds and minutes
What was happening in home school was huge. And yet...it never crossed our minds to use it anywhere but home-school, or to apply it anywhere except to learning and memory. That was our only application for the new magic of “I can do this, and I do it,” until a few months later...
I was doing a remodel on my home.
As I mentioned, I was raised by a blind father, He knew how to build, he just didn’t have vision any longer, so at the age of seven or so I got the role of being another set of eyes for him. In the process I learned a lot about construction.
When it came time to remodel my house I said, “I’m going to do this myself because I know stuff.” I did know a lot of “stuff” but I didn’t know enough. I didn’t know important things like building codes. I began the remodel in ignorance of what I didn’t know and I failed inspection after inspection.
I limped along, learning what I needed to do to make the required corrections. I got down to the final electrical inspection and I could not pass it. I’d already failed it two or three times and was about to fail it again. I had scheduled the inspection before I was ready, thinking, “There’s only four wires in this three way switch, and the green one goes on the green screw. There are very few ways you can arrange those other three wires.”
It’s actually a little more complex than that because there’s a couple extra switches, and fixtures and so on, but there’s only a finite number of ways to mix and match three wires. I reasoned that I’d tried 99% of the possibilities already and in an hour or so I’d have tried the rest, and I’d get it right. I didn’t get it right and I couldn’t make it work.
I knew the inspector was due any minute. I grabbed the book with the diagram and checked every centimeter of that diagram matching it with every centimeter of my wiring. After meticulous care in double checking everything, I knew it had to be right. But the switches wouldn’t work. In my frustration, I threw the book down and yelled, “Why can’t I do this? Why can’t I figure this out?”
The aspect of me that had become conscious of the role of language during the home school process was listening to my frustration and in my mind’s ear she said in a sing-song voice, “Uh Oh, you said I can’t. You know what happens when the kids say that. You know what happens when they change it to, ‘I can do this and I do it!’ Change your language.”
The frustrated (and perhaps stupid) part of me said to myself, “Shut up. It won’t work here. There’s nothing to remember. I don’t know this stuff. I never knew it. The book doesn’t know it. You can’t go get it in my subconscious mind somewhere. It’s not there in my mind to go get. The magic words won’t work here! Leave me alone!” (Sounds a bit schizophrenic doesn’t it?)
The sane aspect of me said, “Maybe. You might be right...You might be wrong. How would you know?”
I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue as I gave in. In a very annoyed voice with an attitude of “I’ll just show you that changing my language won’t work here,” I looked at the switch box and said half-heartedly, “Alright then. I can do this and I do it. I can do this and I do it.” I stood there facing the box, sure that nothing would happen but halfway wanting it to.
No magic happened and there was no flash of insight. I smugly turned around, mumbling, “I knew that wouldn’t work.” I reached down to pick up the book that I’d thrown in my frustration and it fell open automatically to the page I’d been living in for two weeks.
Instantly, I saw something. A bunch of stuff went through my mind really fast. If I slow it way down it would sound kind of like, “Ooh, I’ll bet that electrician and that illustrator are not the same person. I bet the electrician had a lot of illustrations to review. He might have been up against a deadline, I don’t know. Maybe he did this late at night and tired after work. He could have made a mistake, but how would I know?”
Well, there I was holding a book. It felt a lot like the home school compartment of my life. Automatically my mind went to the home school pattern of using language to speak what we want instead of speaking what we think is real. “Ah hah. I can do this. I know how to do this and I do it.” Immediately I saw a red wire and a white wire passing behind the fixture in the diagram as it continued on to the next switch box. I heard the question in my mind, “What if they were supposed to be reversed as they passed behind that fixture and no one caught the mistake because it doesn’t look like a mistake?”
The part of me that was still confused about all this said, “Well, uh, I’m sure I tried that. I tried everything...well not the one that works, but everything else.” I decided it was worth a try so I rewired the switch. I flipped the switches to test it and the lights and switches all worked perfectly. The inspector rang the doorbell ten minutes later and I passed the inspection.
On that day, my life changed.
We’d already had our home-school changed, but on that day my life changed because I had been infected by an awakening virus and I have just infected you.
Here’s how that works: You’ll try these eight magic words, “I can do this and I do it,” and they’ll work. You’ll try them somewhere else and they’ll work, then you’ll try them somewhere else and they’ll work again, and so on. Someday a voice in your mind will nudge you to try them where you don’t believe it will work but it will. And you’ll keep doing this. When you’ve collected enough experience together you find yourself doing something like this:
Imagine yourself holding a basket with your eight magic words, “I can do this and I do it.” You also have a few additional words in your basket so you can create some variations of the eight magic words, such as,
· I know how to do this and I do it.
· I can solve this problem and I do it.
· I know how to understand this and I do it.
While you hold your basket of magic words, you look at all the rest of the words you use all day, laying around you on the floor. You are looking into your basket saying, “I love these magic words. They are my special words that make things happen for me. They make my life better and...wait a minute. I want those relationship words for things like...
· I know how to support myself while supporting my spouse, and I do it.
· I can be the partner I want to be and I do it.
· I know what kind of partner I want to be and I bring it to my awareness.
· I know how to communicate clearly and I do it.”
You hurry to pick up the relationship words as you identify them and put them into your basket of magic words. You smile sweetly again and say, “These are my magic words and I love them. All the rest of those words lying around are just ordinary. They have no power, but these words in my basket are my power words...but...,”
“Oh dear,” you say as you look at the words scattered around you, noticing something important, “I need those money words too. I definitely want those in my magic basket!”
· I know how to increase my income and I do it.
· I can manage my money well and I do it.
· I can invest wisely and profitably and I do it.
After you’ve scrambled to collect all the money words you think you may need, you sigh contentedly and say, “Ah, yes, I love these special words because they are powerful and they make things happen for me that I like...except, I also need those parenting and career words.” You hurriedly reach for the words that you will apply in your life compartments of parenting and career. Words like…
· I know how to really listen to my children so they feel heard, and I do it.
· I can demonstrate my ability to manage a more complex assignment, and I do it.
· I know where that missing file is and I get it.
As you are reaching for the last words you will put into your magic basket, a realization begins to dawn in your awareness. You look at the words in the basket, then the scattered words around you, then you become aware that every word in your magic basket was once lying around in that pile of “ordinary powerless” words.
A concept begins to take form in your mind as you realize that you cannot draw an arbitrary line through your language separating out power words and powerless words. “Oh, My!” you whisper, “Is it possible that ALL my words are equally creative - that there are NO insignificant words?”
Your mind quickly fills with turbulent memories of words you have spoken innocently that you would not want to be manifested in your life in any way. You suddenly understand that if the words, “I can do this and I do it,” can make your experience match the words, then every time you said “This is hard (or boring, wrong, right, frustrating, etc.) you were also making your experience match the words.
Your understanding of your position in the Universe suddenly shifts. You feel weak in the knees. You feel like your skin has paled as you recognize, for perhaps the first time, the extent of the power you have wielded unconsciously always.
Your next breathless words might be, “I’ve got to clean up this mess I’ve unconsciously made. Where do I begin?” If you ever find yourself at that point in life, I hope your next words will be, “I know how to begin this and I do it. In fact, I know how to begin AND complete cleaning up this unconscious programming mess and I do it”
“Thought is the origin of everything.” Anastasia