Steve Bivans

Author, Fear-Less Life & Self-Publishing Coach

Category: Philosophizing (page 1 of 15)

Ok, so this is where I get REALLY dangerous, lol. I’m gonna tell you what life is all about, as if I had any F’N CLUE! Not sure I really know, but who cares, I’m gonna give a stab at it anyway.

Conclusion to Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth

[The following is the Conclusion to my book, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth. Why would I give you the ‘end of the story’? Because it is my vision for a better world, and I think that having seen that vision, you might want to know how I think we can get there. It is the target, if you will, the dream I have of a world in balance with itself, a world devoid of Fear Itself. It is my life’s mission to see ti come to fruition, and I will work tirelessly until it does, or until my time on this planet is concluded.]

 

The moment is dire.

The problems we face are daunting indeed. Taker culture has ravaged Mother Nature to the point where she might just decide that we aren’t needed anymore.

If we choose to continue on this path, a century from now there may not be any or many of us left. Be careful, Frodo, when you step out on the road. Choose that road with care.

Some roads lead to Lothlórien, others to Mordor. We are on the latter. save the earth

Our air is becoming a poisonous fume. Our rivers, lakes, and oceans gleam with the sheen of oil; continents of plastic debris are floating on their surface. People murder each other over resources and religion, driven by Fear, Ignorance, Want, and Greed.

Guiltiest of all are the massive corporations and banks who use debt to enslave millions, nay, billions to pay back loans conjured from thin air in the first place, like some Sarumanic slight of hand. Fellow human beings lose their homes, their jobs and, many times, their lives in the name of Smaug’s hoard: money to line the pockets of the richest, entitled of the species who barely note the increase to their own overburdened treasure hoards.

To what purpose do they employ it?

They enlist it to bribe politicians around the world to look the other way while they take more and more and more from the Earth and from the less fortunate of their own species.

In their wake are the smoking ruins of Mordor: wastelands where there were forests, deserts where there were fields, gurgling sludge where there once was a crystal stream, oil where there was water, heat where there were cooling breezes, garbage in place of green pasture, and silence where once the singing of birds.

Why do they do this? Why do WE do this?

Because we are infected with a disease: the toxic belief that the planet and all of its resources are ours to do with as we will. It belongs to us, like some kind of mongrel dog that we can feed when it suits us, beat when it barks, or leave out in the yard chained to a rotting tree stump till we need something from it.

This is how we treat our planet. This is how we tend The Garden while expecting it to feed our ravenous hunger.

Those of us who hold onto this belief, and many of us who should know better, grasp our preciousss with whitening knuckles as our fingers grow hot then cold with avarice and apathy. Like Frodo perched at the Crack of Doom we cannot drop it into the abyss whence it came. Even those of us who know that we hold this ring, find it nearly impossible to relinquish it to the flames.

Most of our culture have forgotten, eons ago, that such a Ring ever existed, though its evidence is all around in the blackened ruin of our groaning planet.

Drop the Ring, Frodo! Do it now. Wait not for Gollum to sever it from your hand. “Take off your golden ring! Your hand’s more fair without it. Come back! Leave your game…Tom must teach you the right road, and keep your feet from wandering.”

Drop it into the fire. Walk out of the cave. Heed not the shadows on the wall; they are the shades of the puppeteer only. They are not real. They are Sauron’s smoke and mirrors, Saruman’s velvet lies, a pale reflection of the light you will find outside. Frodo, come forth! Step into the light of the Sun; walk into the light of the Shire! Come home. You are needed!

There is work to be done.

Long have the Sarumans of our world ravaged the homestead. Let us undo their poisonous handiwork. Let us rebuild our communities, replant our gardens, our Party Trees, and grow Shires. Let’s be Hobbits again and not far-wandering adventurers.

Plant the seeds of peace and harmony. Let’s work together to clean up the mess we’ve made and return Shireness and greenness to the Earth.

Let’s throw a party! Let’s celebrate the destruction of the Ring by forming renewed connections with our Shire and with Nature! Let’s walk the paths of the Old Forest, Fangorn and Mirkwood. Let’s renew our friendship with Treebeard, Bombadil and Old Man Willow.

Bring not axes and fire; bring only Hobbit feet and Hobbit senses. Feel the earth in your toes, smell the forest breath, hear it speak and sing, taste the air upon your tongue and see the roots that bind all living things together as one.

We are not separate from the willow. We are not severed from the stream. We are the rain. We are the trees. We are the birds who sing in its branches. We are the streaming beams of light through its leaves, dancing on the forest floor with billions of teeming, waltzing neighbors.

We are Nature. We do not rule. Shall we rule ourselves? Folly! We control nothing! We rule no one! We dance with the Ents, or we die with the orcs. Be not an orc. Be not a Wraith to the Ring. Be a Hobbit. Save the Earth.

Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

Steve Bivans is a FearLess Life & Self-Publishing Coach, the author of the Amazon #1 Best Sellers, Vikings, War and the Fall of the Carolingians,The End of Fear Itself, and the epic-length, self-help, sustainability tome, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth: the Guide to Sustainable Shire Living, If you want to learn how write and self-publish a book to best-seller status, crush your limitations and Fears, and disrupt the status quo, contact Steve for a free consultation to see how he can help you change the world! CONTACT STEVE

Being Wrong: the Deadliest Fear of All?

[The following is a very rough draft from my upcoming book, The End of Fear Itself]

Quite possibly the deadliest fear of all is the Fear of Being Wrong.

I say deadly, not because it always leads to death, but that the potential for massive destruction and death is always there.

This is the Fear that has caused many a friend to part ways, destroyed marriages, led neighbors to fist-to-cuffs and murder, and driven entire nations to war.

It creates conflict over ideologies, religions, and national identities. It brings into focus the false sense of otherness, and the Fear of the Other, especially other people, and creates a harsh sense of Us versus Them. It is one of the roots of nationalism, bigotry, racism, and all forms of intolerance.fear of being wrong

When it takes over the mind, it leads to entrenchment behind metaphorical walls, and throws up boundaries, both psychological, physical, and imagined. It is the driving force behind the imaginary, political boundaries of the world. We have divided up the planet with these imaginations, and given them symbols: flags, statues, slogans, and anthems. All of this reinforces the Fear of the Other.

The Fear of Being Wrong leads to in-transience, pig-headedness, close-mindedness, defensiveness, anger, conflict, and war. It is the force that drove the Nazi Party to gas and incinerate 6 million Jews and another 5 million souls that didn’t fit their model of being right, i.e., Arian. It was the driving force behind Stalin’s purges, which left over 20 million Russians buried in mass graves all over Western Asia. It is the Fear that led the U.S. into Korea and Vietnam, convinced that their way was right, and that communism was wrong.

It creates threats out of thin air. If I am right, and you are wrong, then you instantly become a potential, if not real, enemy. I must protect myself and my friends, family, and nation against your threat. It is an evil Fear, if evil there ever was. And it’s based almost entirely on bullshit.

What is right? What is wrong?

If you examine the discussion on these two questions, throughout the history of philosophy, you’re not going to find a real consensus, other than possibly it’s wrong to cause harm to someone else. One might argue that there’s a consensus on that point, but who follows that philosophy? If the so-called, free-est nation on Earth, the United States, can’t follow it, then who can? Who will?

The U.S. has been in so many wars—and is still embroiled in a protracted one as I write this—and has no right whatsoever to argue that others shouldn’t also start and engage in war, or any other kind of oppression. Their record on oppressing other people is appalling; just examine what they did to the native population of within their own borders? And that’s only the beginning. And the U.S. is my home, and birthplace.

The Fear of Being Wrong has tainted all borders, all nations, every religion (even Buddhism), and every ideology.

Even science isn’t clean on this one. In fact, they might be one of the most egregious ideologies around. While most scientists will argue that science isn’t an ideology, and maybe in theory they’re right, it certainly has underlying metaphysical assumptions about how the Universe is constructed, and those are mostly un-examined assumptions.Those assumptions lead many scientists to defend a position, long after it is prudent to do so, and long after the facts and evidence suggest that they should.

Of course, scientist aren’t alone; this is a problem for the entire species. Homo sapiens sapiens love to be right, and really, really, really are afraid of being wrong. We fuckin’ hate it. And I’m here to tell you, yours truly is guilty as well, maybe more so than most people.

What Drives This Fear?

I think there are at least two major things behind the Fear of Being Wrong.

One, if we have to admit that something we believed is in fact, wrong, we take a massive hit to our self-esteem. And this is a big deal. We spend all of our lives trying to protect what little self-esteem we have, and if we have to admit being wrong about something important, especially something that we have long believed to be true, it knocks us on our ass for awhile, if not permanently.

This makes us very defensive of our ideas and ideals. We protect them with vehemence and anger. We physically cross our arms in defensiveness during an argument, we back up, we withdraw, and we throw up those metaphorical walls to protect ourselves from the truth, or the lie that someone else is attacking us with.

Why do we do this? Loss of Identity?

The second thing driving this fear, I think, is an internal mechanism we have that equates who we are with what we currently believe. Our beliefs, in other words, have come to define our very being, our sense of self. We are what we believe, about the world, about the origins of all things, about our relationships, about ourselves, about everything. We are seriously attached to our beliefs. They have become things; they have become us. We are our beliefs, and our beliefs are us.

I am what I believe.

That’s a very powerful statement. And most of us never really think about it, about how our beliefs shape our very existence, our identity, our place in the cosmos and the history of the world. Beliefs aren’t just ideas; they have become things, they have become us. They are nouns, in other words. And nouns are very powerful things; they are concrete, factual, real.

From Belief to Theory, Noun to Verb?

But what if we troubled that thought. What if we turn beliefs into verbs? Make them more transient, fluid, ever-changing? What if, instead of having these things, these nouns, called beliefs, we instead experience them as verbs, as theories for instance?

If in a conversation, you say that you know the distance from the Earth to the Sun is 93.whatevermillionmiles, and I come back with “That’s a use-able theory for most predictions,” we might continue to have a civil discussion, whereas if I say, “That’s complete bullshit,” you might punch me in the face, and then I’d have to kick your ass, your family would come after me, and soon there’s be a world war, with buttons pushing, and mushroom clouds popping up all over the planet.

Okay, that was an exaggeration, maybe, but you get the point. If I don’t hold onto my Fear of Being Wrong, or certainty of being right—the distance between the Earth and the Sun is actually zero—then I could ask you some questions about your theory, as long as you aren’t entrenched on the idea that it’s 93.whatevermillionmiles away. If you don’t feel threatened, if you don’t feel like your belief is in danger, then a conversation can happen, instead of an argument and full-on nuclear war.

The best way to combat the Fear of Being Wrong, is to assume that most of the time, the things we think are solid, factual, or right, are in fact, theories. Or maybe I should say they are in theory theories. Most of what we think is solid, even the chair you sit upon, isn’t solid at all. And the reason the Sun isn’t 93.whatevermillionmiles away, is for two reasons.

One, the Earth’s orbit is elliptical, not circular, so the distance changes constantly. It’s never a set distance; it fluctuates based on what day, hour, minute, second, millisecond, microsecond we’re talking about.

Two, the Sun isn’t solid. It isn’t a big, shiny rubber ball out in space. It doesn’t have a surface on which to place our tape measure to measure the distance between it, and our blue planet. Our planet isn’t solid either, nor uniform. Where would we hold the other end of the tape measure? On the top of Mt. Everest, or the bottom of the Marianas Trench out in the Pacific Ocean? Big difference.

And where would we hold the tape measure on the Sun? At the core? But where is the edge of the sun? Is it the tip of the longest solar flare? Good luck measuring that! Maybe it’s the furthest reaches of the Sun’s light? Now there is the real answer.

That light, is in one instant, wave, and in another instant, particle, so not only does the light, the waves of the Sun reach us here on Earth, but also its particles. Ergo, the distance from the Sun to the Earth, is actually zero. Think about it for awhile, and it might just blow your mind, and make you question everything else you think you know.

Question Everything

Don’t be so quick to believe things. Question the fuck out of them. Question EVERYTHING, especially your own beliefs, including the beliefs about who you are. Dont’ become a rock. Rocks aren’t solid either, if you look close enough. Stop being solid. Be more fluid, with your beliefs, and your sense of self. If you do, then you won’t be inclined to defend what you think is right, and you can say goodbye to the Fear of Being Wrong.

Steve Bivans is a FearLess Life & Self-Publishing Coach, the author of the Amazon #1 Best Sellers, Vikings, War and the Fall of the Carolingians,The End of Fear Itself, and the epic-length, self-help, sustainability tome, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth: the Guide to Sustainable Shire Living, If you want to learn how write and self-publish a book to best-seller status, crush your limitations and Fears, and disrupt the status quo, contact Steve for a free consultation to see how he can help you change the world! CONTACT STEVE

Perfectionism: the Rocky Road to Ruin

“I’m a perfectionist!”

How many times have you heard this statement? Have you made it?

Hell, I’ve used it myself a few times in the past, even though it was basically a fuckin’ lie. I knew damned well that I was anything but.

But many people still say it, and mean it, and try to back it up. And they fail miserably, every fuckin’ day, because there’s just one thing wrong with being a perfectionist:

Perfection doesn’t exist. Anywhere, Anytime. Period.

I suppose one might argue that the Universe is perfect: perfect chaos in its wholeness and vastness. But nothing else is perfect. Personally, I think we should strike the fuckin’ word from Webster’s, permanently and perfectly. How’d you like that?

Perfectionism is the rocky road to ruin, to frustration, depression, stress, anxiety, and most of all, ABSOLUTE FAILURE!perfectionism

If you set out to do anything perfectly, you have already failed, by definition of the goal.

Here’s my advice: FUCK PERFECTION.

Yep, I said it. Fuck it. To hell with it. Chuck it, forget such a word ever existed, and then get back to work and do your very best, but do it with purpose, intention, and get that shit done! Stop screwing around trying to prove your self worth by producing perfect shit. It’s mainly just an excuse for not finishing anything, and for failing to accomplish your goals.

Stop using perfectionism as an excuse. Aim, instead, for greatness, and that will be good enough. You are already good enough. YOU ARE ENOUGH. Stop trying to prove it by being perfect, only to prove the opposite.

I could go on for a long time on this topic, but I don’t think it’s necessary. If you want success in life, in any part of it, you have to abandon the idea of perfection. It will kill your success, stop you dead in your tracks, and suck the life from your body, mind, and spirit, leaving you a fuckin’ zombie, walking around waiting to have your brains smashed in so they can bury you.

Say after me, “FUCK PERFECTION! FUCK PERFECTION! FUCK PERFECTION!”

See y’all tomorrow!

 

Steve Bivans is a FearLess Life & Self-Publishing Coach, the author of the Amazon #1 Best Sellers, Vikings, War and the Fall of the Carolingians,The End of Fear Itself, and the epic-length, self-help, sustainability tome, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth: the Guide to Sustainable Shire Living, If you want to learn how write and self-publish a book to best-seller status, crush your limitations and Fears, and disrupt the status quo, contact Steve for a free consultation to see how he can help you change the world! CONTACT STEVE

Beating Anxiety: Overthinking Whirlpools of Piss

My good friend, Meredith Arthur, better known as The Beautiful Voyager, asked me awhile ago to put together a one stop shop on my articles that have to do with overthinking, beating anxiety, and what I call my Waring Blenders of Dog Shit n Crackers, and the Whirlpools of Piss.

Only a few months ago, I had no idea that I was an ‘overthinker,’ apparently a sub-category of people who suffer from anxiety or stress that causes physical symptoms. But thanks to Meredith, and her insightful articles and audio waves on Anchor, I have come to the realization that I am indeed and over-fuckin-thinker.anxiety overthinking

I’ve been writing about my struggle for a couple of years or so now, and since she thinks it might be helpful to put all of those articles in one place, I’m going to do that now.

I may come back and add new ones as I write them, or as I stumble upon old ones that I think have some relevance to the topic.

I will start with my longest series of articles: The Tick Tock series, which began as an examination of my brain-spinning mind. It has always been a natural thing for me to poke fun at my own inanities and idiosyncrasies, and this series does that in spades. So, if you’re easily offended by those who make fun of something of which you suffer, don’t read this shit; it will only piss you off, and stress you out further.

Also, if the word FUCK makes you want to cross yourself and cower in a corner, you might not want to read my stuff. If, however, you were born in a Naval family, or on a dock somewhere and you still maintain some semblance of a sense of humor, forge ahead with abandon. I did. [All of these are also in audio format, so you can listen while you drive, work, or shower]

The Tick Tock Series: Beating Anxiety, Overthinking, Tick Tocking, & Blenders of Dog Shit n Crackers, and Swimming Out of Whirlpools of Piss

  1. Tick Tock, Not Enough Time on the Clock: On the wonders of my overthinking brain: an intro if you will.
  2. Bye Bye Coercion, Hello Mr. Dao: Letting the Seeds of Shireness Grow. And so we dive into Eastern philosophy in search of a cure.
  3. Past n Future, Rats n Roaches. Where I look at the roots of brain-spin and overthinking, in the slippery world of time. This one gets pretty fuckin’ deep.
  4. Slow Down Dog Shit n Crackers! A breakthrough! Thanks to some Zen masters, I managed to at least slow down my overthinking and brainspin.
  5. Seeking Zen for the Unbendy, and the Dao of Dishes. One of my best articles, where I explain what meditation is really about, how it helps with overthinking, and how it’s not about the fuckin’ lotus position or staring at candles while assuming the form of a pretzel.
  6. Darth Vader & the Return of the Balrog Blender. RELAPSE! Damn it, the spin returns, and does it ever! But this time, I STOPPED IT! Another one of my best articles.
  7. Bud-nippin & Dog Shit, Sans Crackers, Sans Blender. How an actual pile of dog shit led to a major, mental and spiritual breakthrough! I stopped the spin before it began! I had to pat myself on the butt for this one.
  8. 215 Yds with a Lady & an Antique Putter: Golf is Life, pt 4. While this is also part of another series I have about the Zen philosophy behind the sport of golf, it’s also about one of my Whirlpools of Piss that happened a long time ago, and how I didn’t stop it, or nip it; I just had to ride it out. Pretty funny story though.
  9. Shining Lights in a Sea of Overthinking. This was a short article about Meredith’s Beautiful Voyager website, and her Lighthouse Map.
  10. Second Breakfast #3: Meredith Arthur, Overcoming Overthinking. This was my hour and 20 minute video chat with Meredith on all things Anxiety, Overthinking, Brain-spinny, Whirlpooley, and some great discussion on how Fear is at the root of it all. If you haven’t watched it, you definitely should!

And that’s IT! For now anyway. Do come back, if you finish all of these, because I probably forgot some others that might be related.

See y’all next time!

 

Steve Bivans is a FearLess Life & Self-Publishing Coach, the author of the Amazon #1 Best Sellers, Vikings, War and the Fall of the Carolingians,The End of Fear Itself, and the epic-length, self-help, sustainability tome, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth: the Guide to Sustainable Shire Living, If you want to learn how write and self-publish a book to best-seller status, crush your limitations and Fears, and disrupt the status quo, contact Steve for a free consultation to see how he can help you change the world! CONTACT STEVE

Heroes Needed: Power of Storytelling, pt 7

[This is part 7 of the Power of Storytelling series, and the continuation from My Personal Mordor, an excerpt from Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth, about how our negative stories can cripple us and block us from happiness and success]

Our Earth is Broken: Heroes Needed

The game designer, Jane McGonigal, who’ll we’ll discuss in more detail later, argues that the real world is broken. It doesn’t work the way it should; real life is mundane, stressful as hell, and not all that exciting. It’s the routine that stresses us out. Life has no meaning, no purpose. We get up, we go to work, we eat, we sleep, and we repeat. Where is the adventure? And that’s why so many of us are drawn to games, especially video and computer games. heroes needed

In the game world we can escape our mundane existence and become heroes. We can save the Earth every day! But in the real world? There’re just traffic jams and bills to pay. No heroes to be seen.

McGonigal suggests that we should make the real world, reality, more like a game. I agree, with an addendum. What makes games great, any game, is the story. Real life should be more like a game with an epic, heroic story-line, you know, something like Hobbits saving the Earth!

What I’m proposing is that those of us who love Tolkien’s stories, write ourselves into the his story, become part of the story, or better yet, make his story part of our individual and collective story We should view our story through the lens of Tolkien’s. In this way, we can transform ourselves from Modern Humans, to Modern Hobbits, thereby saving ourselves and the Earth.

Tolkien: My Hero

It’s not an exaggeration to say that Tolkien saved my life with his books. At the time I was so low and angry and defiant that without such a story I might never have aspired to be anything but a belligerent, destructive, orc of a man, or at best, a really pissed off dwarf.

It took me ten years or more to work my way out of Mordor, but I did and that was the result of my encounter with a some Hobbits, some wizards, some Elves and ole Tom Bombadil, but you’re gonna have to wait for that part of the story.

During my dark period, my Mordor, I began to see that our world was very much like the burning scoured Shire that Frodo and his companions found when they returned from saving Middle Earth from the clutches of Sauron. What they found, much like my life in my tweens (twenties), was that their homeland had been ravaged by the greed and vindictiveness of Saruman, who had brought his own industrial version of Mordor to the once green fields of the Shire.

[Stay tuned for the turn in the story…]

Steve Bivans is a FearLess Life & Self-Publishing Coach, the author of the Amazon #1 Best Sellers, Vikings, War and the Fall of the Carolingians,The End of Fear Itself, and the epic-length, self-help, sustainability tome, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth: the Guide to Sustainable Shire Living, If you want to learn how write and self-publish a book to best-seller status, crush your limitations and Fears, and disrupt the status quo, contact Steve for a free consultation to see how he can help you change the world! CONTACT STEVE

In the Depths of Moria: Power of Storytelling, pt 5

[The following is an excerpt from Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth. I offer it to you, now, as an example of just how negative our stories can become, and still be rewritten]

The Power of Storytelling: a Negative Example

A young man, 25 years old, lay on a stained futon cushion, ripped and worn on a cold linoleum kitchen floor in a roach-infested apartment.

There was no bed, there was no kitchenette table with cushioned chairs on which to sit and spread butter over so much toast. There was no place to eat second breakfast, or first breakfast. The fridge hummed in the corner; it was mostly empty, maybe a few beers left, a half empty package of Winn Dixie brand bologna. empty-863118_640

A few slices of stale bread sat on the counter, in a crumpled plastic bag. There was little else of substance in the room, only the futon, dust, dirt, and cock-roaches, roaches the size of Texas, as tough as leather. Littering the floor were numerous crushed beer cans and empty bottles, a haphazard pile of pizza boxes, a bag of garbage, no garbage can, a sink full of dishes covered in mold.

The man was not unemployed; just underemployed. He had a slave-wage, burger-flipping job at a fast food chain.

In the bathroom, just off the kitchen, over the shower rod, one of his two work shirts—wet from washing in the dirty sink—dripped on the floor, which had not been swept or mopped in months, if ever. The smells of urine, stale beer, and mold pervaded the place. His younger brother was asleep down the hall in the one bedroom, on the one bed. The brother was unemployed and had been for months.

The young man on the kitchen floor had collapsed from despair, from depression, from disillusionment, from a broken heart. The world, which he once believed to be a place of beauty and possibility had disappeared. He had lost his marriage, his self-esteem, his dreams and his hope. In his mind, there was no light there was only darkness. Darkness and the dank kitchen floor and the sweat-stained futon and the roving cock-roaches.

He wept, sobbed silently, so no one would hear and think him weak. He was doubled up in a position he hadn’t been in since the day before he was born. Tears no longer came, just gut-wrenching sobs that left an ache.

Through the sobs, he could hear strains of Pink Floyd, “Is there anybody out there…” echoing down the hall from the front room, also covered in beer cans, bottles and tops, pizza boxes, and cigarette butts. The light fixture on the ceiling was full of beer bottle caps and pull tabs, tossed there in a mindless game. There were so many that they prevented most of the light from escaping, even when the light was on.

But it was off, like the lights of the man’s future. He was utterly alone and in the dark. His essence was fading away, like some Gollum in the deep, dark places of the World. The man could have been any one of a billion souls on this Earth, but he wasn’t. The man was me.

Continue reading! Pt 6 ‘My Personal Mordor’

Steve Bivans is a FearLess Life & Self-Publishing Coach, the author of the Amazon #1 Best Sellers, Vikings, War and the Fall of the Carolingians,The End of Fear Itself, and the epic-length, self-help, sustainability tome, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth: the Guide to Sustainable Shire Living, If you want to learn how write and self-publish a book to best-seller status, crush your limitations and Fears, and disrupt the status quo, contact Steve for a free consultation to see how he can help you change the world! CONTACT STEVE

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