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How To Recession Proof Your Finances

By Robert Phillips On August 12, 2010 1 Comment

USA Today Declares Recession Proof Jobs


How To Recession Proof Your Finances

MLM is overriding the recession strain.
Click here to read: http://www.usatoday.com You heard it right.  The impact MLM or network marketing is having on us right now in this present time is really fundamental to our overcoming this financial crisis.

People are looking for ways to secure their careers and all the while watching faithful co-workers being “let go”.  Which brings me to the truly amazing realization.  We are going to have to remember what America did in the past to over come in our future.

What I mean by this, is we can ultimately save face by encouraging small businesses, home-businesses, MLM’s, entrepreneur’s to really make their way right here and right now.  This really is the number one way to recession proof your finances and create your own job security.  There of course will always be the exceptions.  One man’s stumbling block is another man’s stepping stone. You have a great opportunity to redeem the time and defy the gravity so to speak that is the financial status of today’s economy.

If you’re looking to recession proof your finances here’s a option we recommend: http://www.mlmdownlinesecrets.com

Robert Phillips
Wealth Creation Expert


How To Get Rid Of Excuses Holding You Back

By admin On August 10, 2010 1 Comment

The funny thing about excuses is they can make even the wisest of men look like a fool.

Have you ever been expecting promised results from someone when to your bewilderment they only produced excuses.  Well, no matter how well thought out or extravagant they sound to the person giving them, they always look foolish to the one on the receiving end.

Are Excuses Holding You BackAs far as behavioral patterns are concerned I would say there are two categories; one produces results and the other produces excuses.  Both kinds of people are very predictable.  That’s because these are behaviors embedded in the very character of a person.  You know that if the first kind of person tells you they are on the job its as good as knowing satisfaction is guaranteed.  And of course in the very same way the second type of person no matter what they promise typically always produces to their own determent the same sorry excuses.

Excuses are a terrible type of achievement destroying cancer that ruins the potentials of all who fall victim to it’s grip.  It’s one of those character flaws or habitual deformities that not only destroys one’s future but their reputation as well.

We’ve all listened to an ear full from the people that go on and on about how no one appreciates their efforts and they work so hard but no one sees.  These are the same people that when asked about the goals they’ve achieved or the results they’ve produced there just doesn’t seem to be any significant results to show for.

Do NOT mistake your efforts for results!  Do NOT be one of those people who always has an excuse ready but no real drive to produce.

Do NOT allow excuses to destroy the potential of everything you are capable of achieving.

Responsibility is the victorious side.  It’s never too late to cross over! Success is the inevitable result of responsible living.

In life, in relationships, in business! Cheers!

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How to Get Out of Debt Fast

By admin On August 4, 2010 1 Comment

First of all there are two mindsets I want to address. One is that of the individual who is in debt and believes that he only needs to find the right get rich quick idea or a little known intellectual theory to escape his debt.   The other is the individual who is also in debt but is totally sold out on the idea that sacrifice, hard work, and total focus on the goal will get him out of debt.

How to Get Out of Debt FastThe first will end up half heartedly pursuing their goal but not really willing to work hard and sacrifice which will most likely just keep them discouraged and without victory.  But the surrender to the vision and the motivation to do whatever it takes of the second individual will almost with out question give them the desired results nearly every time.

Lets talk strategy.  Knowing that most things can be replaced, and besides the value of people, nothing should be worth more to you than your freedom.  This includes your financial freedom.  (Which of coarse directly ties to your time freedom) and so on and so forth.

You must rethink the way do everything.  Lower your overhead costs, sell everything you can, and radically change your spending habits.  Since nearly everything you do when you leave your house costs money (including driving) you can start by going out less.  When you are invited to go out for entertainment or “fun places” refrain to save money and stay focused on the goal.  Have yard sales.  Eat “creative” meals.  Sell extra vehicles.  Sell extra income property you may have.

The Point: Sell whatever it takes, Do whatever it takes to pay off your bills and get out of debt.

Delay your pleasures now and pay off one by one all those nagging, interest swelling debts.

Start by calculating what your budget is and sticking to it (no cheating).  You need to get current on your bills before beginning to eliminate your debt.  Start with your smallest to largest in paying things off.  Sacrifice whenever and wherever you can.  You want to reach your goals as fast as possible.

Just remember to use focused intensity.  Total abandonment to the goal!  This is your most vital component; focus and intensity. You must have the mindset that to the exclusion of virtually everything else I’m getting out of debt!

If your interested in learning Get Out of Debt Secrets and more go to http://www.mlmdownlinesecrets.com

Robert Phillips
Wealth Creation Expert


Wealth Creation vs. How to Make Money

By Robert Phillips On August 3, 2010 No Comments

“Wealth Creation”

There is a subject that can be felt in the air at this present time.  Something that consciously I cannot avoid.  I feel it should be addressed at such an important time as this.

Many people are trying so diligently to make ends meet right now that the concept is not something they are directly thinking about.  By now you are probably wondering what I mean.  Well its funny how two completely different things can be looked upon as one and the same.

Cash is not the same thing as wealth.  Just like credit is not the same as cash.  What I am trying to say is making money is a short-term process, as well as a short term goal.  While wealth creation only happens in the long run and is a worthy goal to set yourself up for years to come.

Healthy economies are  established by wealth and power not by simply making money.  Picture a field of vegetation.  The farmers harvest and sell their crops year after year. They invest that money and buy more land.  They do the same and put more people to work and so on and so forth.  Then you have the guy that shows up to work day in and day out.  He is making money and eventually he will be able to afford to start payments on a new car; so he does.  Now he shows up day in and day out to keep up on the payments and put gas in the car.

It’s almost like people don’t  realize that to make more money you have to PLAN to make more money.  Some people’s problem is their income, not their spending.  The idea I am trying to have us engage in is focusing on wealth creation and savings rather than consumption and luxury.  Is what you invest your time in making you money in the short term or wealth creation in the long term?  Just throwing the idea out there.

If your interested in learning Wealth Creation Secrets and more go to

http://www.mlmdownlinesecrets.com

Robert Phillips

Wealth Creation Expert


How To Win In Life

By Justin D'Angelo On March 10, 2010 No Comments
“How To Win In Life”
Normally I would not share a private email sent to me like this on our blog, however the value and truth conveyed in this message has propelled me to do so…please take a moment and read this all the way through.  Here’s to your real success in life!
Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like.. “I wowed ‘em,” he later told his father, Bruce. It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever wrote.” It also was the last.
Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s life. But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.
It makes such an impact that people want to share it. “You feel like you are there,” Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moore ‘s framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. “I’m happy for Brian.. I know he’s in heaven. I know I’ll see him.
Here is Brian’s essay entitled
“The Room.”
Page 1
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.”
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived….
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..
And then the tears came.. I began to weep.. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him… Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My “People I shared the gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours?
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

“How To Win In Life”

Normally I would not share a private email sent to me like this on our blog, however the value and truth conveyed in this message has propelled me to do so…please take a moment and read this all the way through.  Here’s to your real success in life!

Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy

This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like.. “I wowed ‘em,” he later told his father, Bruce. It’s a killer. It’s the bomb. It’s the best thing I ever wrote.” It also was the last.

Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County.

Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s life. But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.

It makes such an impact that people want to share it. “You feel like you are there,” Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moore ‘s framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. “I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death. “I’m happy for Brian.. I know he’s in heaven. I know I’ll see him.

Here is Brian’s essay entitled

“The Room.” Page 1

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I have liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.”

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived….

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.

But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..

And then the tears came.. I began to weep.. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him… Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.

Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.

The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My “People I shared the gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours?
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

Robert Phillips

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