Do You Believe That Visualization Will Bring You Success?
Just like affirmations, visualizing the end result you desire can make you feel good, because you have been told this is a critical key to success and so you do it faithfully.
But, does it really work?
- Has your income increased by $1,000 a month?
- Have you lost the weight?
- Do you have that new boat, new car or mountain cabin you visualized?
On the other hand, have you ever gotten something you wanted without doing daily affirmations and visualization?
Of course you have! It’s not visualization that cause you to have success! It is something much more simple!
I have achieved everything that is important in my life and work without visualization exercises and goal setting. I never wrote down that I would be a professional speaker or the author of a book.
I was raised on a Navajo Indian reservation. I was the only Caucasian boy in my high school senior class, and most of the other kids didn’t like me because of my skin color and because of what the “bilagonas” (white men) did to their ancestors.
Their anger towards me was inherent, and it meant that I was bullied almost every day.
Right before school let out every day, my heart would start pounding because I knew exactly what would happen next.
As soon as the bell rang, my classmates started to chase me, and if I got caught, I got beat up.
Recess and gym classes were also dangerous times for me. From the time I was 8 years old until I was 16, I lived in constant fear.
When I was ten years old, a boy my age put gum in my hair and hit me in the mouth. I went home with a fat lip, bleeding and crying.
My father believed that if I fought back, the bullies would leave me alone. So he put me in the car and drove me to where the boy lived.
When the kid saw me with my dad, he ran away. My father chased him down and stood him directly in front of me. My dad then tried to make me hit him.
“Slug him,” my dad said. “Hit him back!” The boy put up his fists up, getting ready to fight.
I refused to hit him. I just stood there with my hands at my sides, crying. I don’t know why I didn’t fight back, but I know that I was simply terrified.
My father then tried another tactic – fear motivation. He said, “If you don’t hit him, I’ll give you a whipping.” Still, I wouldn’t hit the boy, and in the end I got that whipping.
As my father got in the car to take me home, I heard him mutter, “I can’t believe I have a coward for a son!”
I can still recall those heart-rending words. He said them with such disgust and disappointment. I fully grasped how upset he was with me, and I was sure he didn’t like me.
I was a coward, and I knew it. My father knew it, too. Everyone knew it. I was teased and mercilessly ridiculed. I felt that my father was ashamed of me. I lived in fear and shame for years afterwards.
School was never a good experience for me. I did poorly; my grades were terrible. My teachers would say things like, “You are such a loser,” “You’ll never amount to much,” “How can you be so dumb?”
When I left high school I was convinced that I was both dumb and a loser. I never even considered going to college, telling myself, “I’m not about to pay money to go through that torture again.” My self-esteem was nonexistent.
When I was 19, I took a job as a milkman, and I hated it! I gave notice shortly after I began that I was quitting. But my boss at the dairy really liked me, and he offered me the chance to work at his karate studio as the manager.
He offered me a salary and told me that he would teach me how to do the job. He would also teach me all the karate I wanted to learn – for free!
For years I had lived in fear and had suffered the shame of being a coward, so when this opportunity presented itself, I didn’t even have to think about it. I just said yes!
I threw my heart and soul into karate. For 8 years, it was basically all I did. I had an intense Core Desire to defend myself and to regain my self-esteem.
No one would ever be able to hurt me again, and I wasn’t going to be a coward anymore!
I was driven from within to never again be afraid of anybody, to get back at all those bullies, and most importantly, to win my father’s respect.
My Core Desire was so powerful that I achieved many of the fighting skills of a black belt. Because I was driven from within to learn to fight, I became very good, and I was taught by some of the nation’s top fighters.
I loved every minute of it. I was injured many times – I had my nose broken twice, I jammed and sprained nearly every finger on both hands, I broke my left wrist, several toes, badly bruised my shins, and received many fat lips – but still I persevered.
Did I love the pain? No!
But because this was a genuine Core Desire, I never quit. This is the awesome, never-quit attitude that Core Desires bring with them.
Now that I am older, I realize that fighting wasn’t my Core Desire.
My Core Desire was to not be afraid or be called a coward anymore, and to win back my own self-respect as well as the respect of my father.
I had no talent, no self-esteem, and no athletic prowess that would suggest I could do what I did or become what I have become, but I did.
How can that be?
Without understanding it at the time, I had tapped into the energy and passion of a Core Desire and had refused to let my past determine my future.
Achieving this long sought after goal had nothing to do with visualization. It was much simpler than that. It wasn’t about making up a picture in my head, but had everything to do with tapping into the DNA of Success that already existed inside of me!