I thought about thinking once. If other things thunk. I guess if you’re an animal and you have six legs, you can’t really think because most of your bug brain needs to work all six legs. That means… according to my scientific theory… the less legs you have, the more extra brain parts you have to think with. It was a weak theory thoe, because fish don’t have legs, and they are stupid… and centipedes seem to be smarter then gold fish.
I was debating about this, this one time on campus, and this one guy tells me that things don’t need brains to be intelligent. WHAT!? The next day he showed me all these time laps films on plants.
It was the coolest thing I had ever seen! When you speed up time and watch these plants you can witness some sort of intelligence. Some plants like vines display a immense amount of intelligence, cleverness, and planning. They can be seen reaching for the best place to get the most light… they spread their leave to cover competition… some vines war and fight with the dumber plants… and they have these awesome creative ways to cast their seeds out. From fuzzy parachutes, to helicopter blade seed pods, these bomb pods that explode! That’s just the outer observable characteristics. The internal system of these plants is even cooler. They manufacture chemical weapons to fight sap sucking parasites… most manufacture nectar to bribes bees to pollinate them… and some plants even emit biochemicals that kills competing plants near by. All this without a visible brain! So cool…
Cool is old thoe. I hate using the word cool. Unfortunately I can’t think of a cooler word to replace “cool.” I hate “da bomb.” That means cool in those low income areas. Besides, it makes no sense.
So several years ago when I was really younger, me and my high school friends tried to start a new word that meant cool – “The Bucket,” like – “Dude, that’s the bucket!” Because it’s a bucket of fried chicken you get at Kentucky Fried Chicken (btw- I heard this conspiracy theory that KFC’s chickens have 3 breasts and no beaks, and that the KFC actually stands from Kentucky Fried Creatures). We figure since we were popular in school everyone would just use the word after us. To our dismay our Cultural Revolution didn’t catch fire – Fire Power!
So one of my friends goes – “Just import it to the low income places like La Habra or Long Beach. They’re poor.” Hmmm… poor people will do anything. We tried, since some of us have friends in those places. It didn’t work either. Apparently some things just don’t catch on because they lack that “catchability.” Was I deterred? No! I’m hella persistent… clever… crafty… manipulative… pretty… I smell good… I’m just perfect, admit it. Resistance is futile. Animal Magnetism Baby!
I rose up my Italian fist into the sky and shook it at Il Grande Formaggio, like Scarlet O’Hara did in Gone With The Wind, and I said- “As god as my witness, I swear, I will conquer those poor people and make them follow me somehow, so they will know Kayla DiGiovanni of Orange County is The Bucket of all things bucket!”… and I made a cult! Yup… now what? Didn’t want to adopt my cool replacement for cool huh? Thought “The Bucket” was stupid huh? Oh but it’s cool to have 352 after your name like us 
-Arizona… San Diego… Riverside… you know who you are 
Whose your Alpha Female now! Determination people! That’s the secret. Get it?
What’s the difference between a poor person and a rich person? How the hell is it that two people with the same 3 pound brain, and 24 hour day can be poor and rich. Why? Unequivocal passionate determination!
How does someone like Donald Trump who went broke and a billions dollars in debt can make a billion to come even, and an extra billion to be a billionaire again in just about 10 years, while others struggle to pay their bills for 10 years? There is “something” different, and it NOT the money!
I once was asked this by my dad. He said- “What do you thing makes a person rich? I told my dad- “Simple, if you have a million dollars or more, your rich. Or if your father has a million dollars your rich too.”
“No,” he says, “Go look at a list of those people who won the lotto, and tell me how many of them are still “rich.” ” I’m smart enough to know I don’t know much about many things, and when someone older and more intelligent, experienced, and richer then me tells me to do something. I go do it for my own good.
Who would have known that at least 90% of those people who won the lottery went back to being poor… if not in bigger debt!! WTF? I know. That got me thinking, so I went to look at some of those popstars like MC Hammer and TLC who came from poor mentalities and conditions in life… and saw the same pattern – they went broke and became poor again.
Money doesn’t make you rich.
Money is a causal result of “something” else. In other words – Money is a Symptom of a Cause. What is that “something” that attracts Money into your life, and keeps it in your life… flowing?
I went to report my intelligence gatherings to my dad, and asked him why, hoping he would just tell me… but he didn’t. He says to me- “Sweaty, have you ever heard the expression ‘Easy come, easy go?’ “
I said- “Yeah… if things come easy, they go easy because it doesn’t mean anything to you.”
“Exactly,” he says, “If I just told you, it would be completely meaningless to you because you didn’t work for it with your own effort and realize it in your heart, yourself. Take some paper and interview 20 poor people; 20 middle class people; then hang out in hotel lobbies and interview 20 rich people. Ask them all the same list of questions. It’ll come to you.”
I went and made a list of changeable questions, and I went to first ask 20 poor people about themselves. My dad didn’t tell me what to ask them. I had to come up with it myself, and come to my wn conclusions.
I had two start up questions: 1. What do you do for a living; and 2. Where do you see yourself 5 years from now? I used these to start up a conversation and lead them into other questions.
From the get go you can feel a difference in the people… a major relevant difference, which I noticed. It was hard to interview all of the poor people because they all kept hitting on me and trying to ask me for my number. Or the conversation would always end up with them asking me out on a date.
Which lead me to think that these poor people spent most of their waking hours thinking about such things as girls… dates… sex.
The higher up the wealth strata I went, the more I noticed an surprizing willingness to teach me what they knew about being wealthy. It was like they had this secret bubbling inside them, and they just have to tell you with those big wide eyes and a big smile.
The middle working class people were easier to work with. If I had to pick a word to describe how their minds worked, it world be “Steady.” Like they think to themselves- Ok, we got great jobs and a house, lets keep it this way and not mess things up.”
I liked interviewing the rich ones the best. This is something I highly recommend as an “Ordeal” for us 352ers to do.
I found this one vocational school in Anaheim Hills while driving one day. They take business students who didn’t do so well in finding a high end executive position in a corporation and teach them new skills and after they graduate this vocational school has a list of big name corporations that hire their students as priority hirelings. I figured I would be able to find a descent rich person inside to talk with for insights, so I went in.
I was looking around the hallways at the pictures trying to get a feel for what they teach, because on of the students told me that big companies actually paid their new executives to go to that school to learn whatever they were teaching. I figured, they must be teaching things about the stock market, numbers, international trade… great big things.
This late 30 year old nicely dressed guy comes up to me with a big weird smile. Smooth Italian suit… big college ring… and wonderfully shiny black shoes that I knew were terribly expensive.
He properly introduced himself to me as Victor in this English accent and gives me a firm hand shake… smiles, with white showing and penetrating eye contact. I was very pleased, and likewise introduced myself. I immediately thought Victor was one of those executives that was a student there, but one with exceptional well brought up manners.
We just talked about random things for awhile. He lead the conversation. Then he asked me if I was “one of his students” because he has excellent memory and can’t seem to recall a Kayla, especially being as pretty as I was… *blush.* I felt my heart melt onto the floor and my knees start to get ever so weaker. I prolly would have married him right there if he asked me too. Not that I’m easy. It was prolly a combination of his manners, his accent, his cute dimples, those eyes; his Brioni decor, and hypnotic Omega watch that sparkled and shimmered… not that I’m a gold digger.
I told Victor I just walked in to see if I can ask the right person a few question about the school and a few other things. Victor says- “I hope I qualify, I own this school, my office or yours?” We went into his office. He lightly placed his hand just above the small of my back and lead me… I would have followed him off a cliff… and he opened the door for me too.
I asked him what things they teach at this school and he say- “NLP… how to read body language, make eye contact, carry conversations, sociology, some anthropology, and a little psychology…”
I said- “What?! People and companies pay you to teach this? What does that have anything to do with being a high paid executive or being successful in life?! That’s crazy.”
I tell him my story. Of why I was really in there, and all the people I had interviewed and what I learn so far. Victor never interrupted, he was a great talker, and a wonderful listener, as if he were mesmerized by what stupid things I had to share… his attention completely fixated on me. There was even a time when he had a call, and he even told his secretary to take a message because he was with me. I felt really special. After him nodding and smile, with the occasional “Excellent!” he leans a little closer and asks me-
“Kayla, tell me, what is the most basic, fundamental ingredient of any business?”
“A product? Or Money?” I said, nonconfidently.
“No…” he said, “People are Kayla. You learn how to read people… how they work… and think… and react… and manipulate them… and you control the flow of their money. People, Kayla.
“OHHH… I see,” Said the blind girl.
“That’s why what this school teaches is important to a successful busness.”
After we talked for another short while, Victor asks me- “What do you want out of life Kayla?”
I told him- “I want to be rich like you someday.”
He goes- “Tell you what, since I know you’ll put it to use. I’ll share with you my secret of success for free. Follow your passion, and the rest will follow.”
“That’s it?” I asked, expecting for more.
“That’s it. Do what you like to do, and the rest will fall into place. It’s that simple. I love teaching people what I know. I love to see my efforts duplicated in my students. It’s a passion I have in life. It burns in me Kayla. I think about it every waking hour. Nothing pleases me more than to see a student of mine make it big because of what I taught. It’s made me very successful and a lot of money Kayla. What’s your passion in life Kayla?”
I protested and said- “But those poor people do what they like to do, and they aren’t rich?”
“Well, what exactly do they burn for? What do they do?”
“Girls… parties… cars and shopping???” I answered
“And they get what they seek in life, don’t they Kayla? What do you like to do? What do you burn for? Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to judge, I’m here to help you realize your passion… your Dharma… to help you find your flow to success in life. You have to work with me. I’m not psychic.”
“It’s stupid…” I said reluctantly, ” I like writing in my diary, blogging, telling stories, and sharing my thoughts and ideas with people… but I don’t see how that will ever make me successful in life.”
Victor lowers his head, as if he were frustrated or in a state of disbelief, and looks at me saying- “Kayla, do you know how may politician, religious leaders, comedians, script writers, book authurs, the entire advertizing industry; have made millions, and influenced millions… and even changed the world doing what you like to do? Do it. Keep doing it. Don’t ever stop doing it no matter what anyone says. Do it with a passion. Kayla, there are literally billions, upon billions of people out there. That’s enough business for all of us. There is a market for every imaginable product; thought; item; concept; story; service; and creative expression. Burn… do what you love to do and the stronger that passion burns Kayla, the more people you set on fire Kayla. Don’t every stop.”
Victor was only one of many people, life brought to me to help me find my flow. In the end, we all find whatever it is we burn for in life. Some of us burn for sex… some burn for beer… I burn for an uncommon passion… a silly passion – to change myself, and a few others around me, and thru my writings, perhaps show others how to find their Flow – that natural rhythm of life’s current… to find a pleasing life, where their needs are meet and they have no worries. So that they may, be free from servitude to a corporation, find liberation and the free time to spend with those they love… and enjoy what little pleasures life has to offer. Maybe… if what small groups of people I set on fire burns collectively, we can influence a small part of the world and also change it… in time. One sister at a time… one brother at a time.
Kayla
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