I love to read. One of these days I’ll stick a booklist up on Goodreads. They might have to get a new server. I’m just saying—I’ve read a lot of books. Studied them, really. I’m one of those bad boys who writes in them--Oh my! You know, underlines and highlights and diagrams and notes and drawings ...Shame, shame, shame on me.
And most are not the kinds of books one could stick in one’s back pocket or purse. I have quite a few large-city phonebook-sized editions. The kind you really would not want to drop on your toes. And the subject matter is most often just as heavy.
- World Religions.
- Ancient History.
- Secret Societies.
- Sacred Geometry.
- Folk Lore.
- Faeries and elementals and angels and demons and ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
James Allen. Dale Carnegie. Napolean Hill. David Schwartz. Maxwell Maltz. Stephen R. Covey. John C. Maxwell. Joe Vitale. Wayne Dyer. Depok Chopra. Anthony Robbins. Adrian Gilbert. Manly P. Hall. Mark Hamilton. Frank R. Wallace. R. A. Schwaller de Lubicz.
Stephen King. Dean Koontz. Dan Brown. Mary Higgins Clark. Agatha Christie.
Dickens, Twain, Homer, Verne, Chesterton, Doyle, Carroll, Stevenson, Hawthorne, Grimm, Shakespeare, and more.
What genre is that? Does anyone know?
Trust this: There’s a whole lotta stuff jam-packed beneath the surface of that “cute little fairy tale,” titled Vreeland. It would actually be quite wise to vollow Titi.
And probably smart to subscribe to my FREE newsletter too, as I am about to unpack certain things that just might blow you away.
But you do as you wish.
For many years, I believed that no one would ever be interested in my philosophical viewpoints. My ideas, after all, are most certainly not main-stream. Most people I knew weren’t interested in what I had to say. They all thought I was crazy. Probably still think so. Maybe I am. But I don’t care.
You see, I recently made an astounding discovery:
The people who share my viewpoints, who would accept my ramblings on as fact—not fiction—and who hold these kinds of ideas in very high esteem are all multi-millionaires or beyond. That’s a big sentence; you probably should read it again.
And those on their way to greatness are actually hungering for this information, which is such a giant part of who I am. And so the time has come for me to share this with whoever might be interested.
As of this writing, I must confess, I am not yet a multi-millionaire. But I intend to become one. Watch me.
Or, if you dare, as Titi would say, “Vollow me. Walk whehe I walk.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah…I realize there are some who know me—and perhaps some who don’t—who are rolling their eyes and thinking to themselves, “Right,” as they chuckle over the idea. If this happens to be you, I suggest you go back to your TV and couch and jumbo-sized bag-o’-chips. Watch the movie when it comes out. It’ll probably be cute. More than likely, it’ll be quite fantastic too.
Yes, I know—that’s a bit harsh. But I mean it in love.
Listen, I’ve been there. I understand. I know exactly how you feel. I felt the same way. This is what I found out:
There’s a whole ‘nother world out there. And it’s beautiful. A world of wealth, and true love, and happiness.
Despite what you may have been taught, it’s not full of bad people, but rather, the very best. Worth is not judged by wealth or looks or race or creed or any of those other barriers we tend to hold fast and cling to, but instead, worth is determined by the values created for each other in love.
This is the place where all your dreams really do come true. And it’s here and now and most certainly within reach for each and every one of us.
This is no fairy tale. It’s real. But until YOU believe it, you’ll never see it.
If you’re ready for some adventure, and willing to give me a chance to show you something grand, Vollow me! There’s much more to come!
©2015 GABRIEL STRUMP