My dear, happiness lies in the choices we make in our hearts.

     The main purpose of the game of life is to see the goodness and beauty in people and to clear our minds of all images associated with evil. To do this, we must first deeply imprint the images of all good things into our subconscious.


    A successful man once told me that when he saw a sign on his wall that read, "Why worry? It may never happen," all his fears vanished instantly. This is because those words were deeply imprinted in his subconscious, deeply rooted and indelible.

    Now, he only believes that good things will come into his life, and therefore, only good things will manifest.

    In the next chapter, I will propose several methods for imprinting into the subconscious. The subconscious is a faithful servant, our most faithful listener, and we must be very careful to give it the right instructions.

    Every thought, every word, is deeply imprinted in our subconscious and diligently carried out. Just as a singer records their voice on a highly sensitive disc, every note, every tone is recorded, even a cough or hesitation is not missed. Therefore, let us shatter all the old, bad experiences we no longer want to retain in our subconscious and rebuild beautiful records.

    With strength and confidence, loudly proclaim the following: "Now, I will shatter and destroy every incorrect record in my subconscious. Let them return to dust, to the original emptiness, for these were fabrications of my own making. Now, through my inner divinity, I will rebuild beautiful records in health, wealth, love, and perfect self-expression." This is the most perfect manifestation of life; the game is complete.

    In the following chapters, I will elaborate on how one can change their circumstances through language. A person who ignores the power of language is truly outdated.

    Because life and death depend entirely on one's words.

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