Just watched Coal Miner’s Daughter, again.

Every single time I watch that movie and I cry my eyes out.

I love that movie and I’ve watched it at least two dozen times thinking this time I’ll be fine.  But no, when Loretta Lynn has her breakdown my eyes start to get misty.

Then when she comes back on stage in her country white dress and sings Coal Miner’s Daughter I lose it completely.

The funny thing is I can’t remember ever crying at another movie in my life.

I once asked Marilyn about my unusual emotional response.  Her answer was so utterly impossible I tend to believe it.

A look came across her face I can’t explain.  It was like a different person had just stepped into her body.  She did not look like herself.

Her voice was deeper and more male than female.  I even felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like they did when we first met.

She said, “Tom, you are crying because you were once a coal miner.  You had five children, but only one was a girl.  Your wife died give birth to her.”

“She was your pride and joy.  You dreamed of seeing her marry and leave West Virginia, so she could have a better life.”

“You died in a mine disaster exactly like the father in the movie.  A disaster caused by inadequate safety precautions which you know means ‘owners greed’.  Your daughter was still a young girl at the time.”

“You take this movie personally because it mirrors your own experience.  You are still mourning your life being taken from you prematurely.  Before you could watch your daughter grow, marry and live a good life.”

“This is also why you push so hard to give others the tools they need to empower themselves.  To give them power over their lives.  So they will not have to go through what you have experienced.  So they will not have to live at the mercy of others.”

Then Marilyn came back as quickly as she had gone.  She looked up and said, “I’m hungry; let’s get some pie.”

I pray that 2012 is a joyous and prosperous new year for you and all those you love.

Diane’s on my case, again.

She says, I’ve been so focused on the new video funnel that I’ve neglected you.

“Should have written more blogs for RichDreams and BrainStrokeRecovery.”

“You should be more social; post regularly on Facebook and Twitter.”

I am being social I told her.  I do watch every Nebraska football game.

That didn’t help much.

Then she said, “Everything is QUANTUM with you. People are confused about Quantum Marketing and Quantum Selling.”  Now, that got me.

Everyone knows Quantum Marketing is our personal mentoring eclass.  Six weeks of lessons and homework – you work directly with one of us over Skype or the phone helping you Unleash a Higher Power in your life and business.

Of course, we only offer this course occasionally because it takes so much of our time.   Which of course make it more valuable than Gold.

Quantum Selling is a twelve week online skills training. This is a process Penelope and I discovered and developed which allows you to sell without selling, to get a raise without asking, to improve relationships with everyone you know and everyone you don’t know.

This training takes you into the portal.  Which make it more valuable than Gold.

Quantum Marketing is a SYSTEM for attracting everything you want in life.  Plus personal mentoring to keep you on track.

Quantum Selling is a PROCESS for connecting to other people in a non-local environment to persuade and attract without persuasion.

They are different as night and day.  Of course, folks who take one usually take the other.  And why mot they’re both more valuable than Gold.

I hope this clears up any confusion.  If not, just take one or the other.  You’ll love it.  Everybody seems to.   Then you’ll take the other and  know the difference first hand.

Now, I’m gonna go bury my head in my new Quantum Physics book.

Good Luck and Great Adventures,

Tom Pauley

Life is difficult for artists.  Few artists can claim they’re Living Rich Now.  The world seems to prefer more practical personalities.  I know because I’ve been struggling to bridge the gap all my life.

Fortunately for me I’m only 50% artist the other 50% is pure salesman.  (According to every personality test I take.)  Of course, I tend to fight with myself, but that’s just one of the many benefits of being a hybrid.

Nobody can kick me as well as I can kick myself.  (Maybe you know something about that, too.)

This is probably why I attract so many artists to my Quantum Marketing classes.  Painters, sculptors, computer programmers, salesmen, business owners, mothers, fathers, lovers, oh yes, and  internet marketers.

I’m able to help them bridge the gap between the imperfect physical world and the ideal world of their mind.

Which, of course, is the Universal struggle of all humankind.

Why is the world so imperfect?  Why must we artists suffer so?  Why can’t we all be rich, talented, smart and famous?  Well, we can.

Maybe you don’t think of yourself as an artist.

You are trying to improve yourself, aren’t you?  Make your life, your work and your relationships a thing of beauty?  Something you can be proud of?

You want to see your world in the brilliant colors of success, satisfaction and happiness, don’t you?

You want to smooth out the rough edges and polish the clay God’s given you.

So, you come to Rich Dreams because I tell you the world is a blank canvas just waiting for you to color it with your desires and your vision.

You reject the old ideas of what other people think is good for you.  And you create the life you “know” you can have.  You were born to have.

Isn’t that what artists do?  Of course, it is.

I just wanted to tell you I know how tough it is.  I live it every day.

But whatever you do, don’t give up.  The future of our civilization depends on you.

Without we artists striving to better ourselves, seeking beauty and love…without us the world would soon fall into decay and ruin.

Because unless we are expanding our consciousness and extending our reach we have no reason to live.

The money, the cars, the joy…they all come because we grow.  Not the other way around.

Watch for a class announcement.  We offer this amazing class only occasionally, when we have time. Because we mentor you personally.

You deserve to live a life of abundance.  It’s the life you came here to live.

Good Luck & Great Adventures,

Tom Pauley

I woke up this morning at 5:00 a.m. to the soothing sounds of “Brown Sugar.”  It wasn’t long before all hell broke lose.

Mick wakes we up every Wednesday at five.  That’s normal.  Diane goes to watch Finn or help at Lucy’s school.  But today the car wouldn’t start and had to be towed.  And this was Diane’s only chance to see Lucy’s school decked in the Halloween motif.

Now, Diane loves Halloween more than any other holiday…until Christmas or St. Valentine’s Day or…well, she loves the  celebration of life and Halloween is at the top of her list.

She did major in drama.

Well, she was determined to go and doesn’t let go easily.  I don’t really function well until after 10.  So, it was conflict city around here.

And I must tell you, not once did either one of us stop and say, “this will all turn out well.”

Not once did we say, “God’s in charge, not me.”

Nope.  We both ran around like a couple of chickens without heads.

But you know what?  It did work out.  Maybe not as either had imagined.  We were both very tired from months of working without a break.  She slept for several hours.

I listened to Dr. Hook sing, “Cover Of The Rolling Stone” and recalled my ill gotten and too soon, lost youth.

Always seems like life was simpler back then.  Back before Penelope was even an distant hope.  Before life and growing responsibilities seemed to drain my energies and deplete my stamina.

Back when Coke was still the real thing.  And no matter what you wanted to accomplish all you had to do was ‘just do it!’

What happened to getting two hours sleep and curing it with a cup of coffee?

Finally I remembered, I am still that same guy.  A little older, a little wiser, a little less hair…OK, maybe a lot less hair.  But with a whole lot more experience and a whole lot more confidence.

Bob Dylan’s new album is playing now.  I guess I missed “Hell Is My Wife’s Hometown.”  Because now “I Feel A Change Coming On.”

Now, I feel guilty and a little dumb.  I sold my beloved Jeep last Spring and I’ve been putting off replacing it.  I’ve asked and I know which car to get.  I’ve visualized.  I taken plenty of test drives both in the Portal and out.  I know the Universe will open the door, provide the means, make safe my path and guide my way.  I know how to attract my Rich Dreams.

So, why is taking action always the hardest step?