Stuart Wilde - Affirmations

BY STUART WILDE

BOOKS

THE TAOS QUINTET:

Affirmations
The Force
Miracles
The Quickening
The Trick to Money Is Having Some!

Infinite Self: 33 Steps to Reclaiming Your Inner Power
Life Was Never Meant to Be a Struggle
The Secrets of Life
Silent Power
Simply Wilde
Sixth Sense
Weight Loss for the Mind
Whispering Winds of Change

AUDIOCASSETTES

The Art of Meditation
Silent Power (audio book)
The Force (audio book)
Miracles (audio book)
Happiness Is Your Destiny
Intuition
Loving Relationships

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Copyright 1987 by Stuart Wilde

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Wilde, Stuart
Affirmations / Stuart Wilde.
p. cm.
Originally published: Taos, N.M. : White Dove International, 1991.
ISBN 1-56170-167-X (tradepaper)
1. Self-actualization (Psychology) 2. Affirmations. I. Title.
[BF637.S4W49 1995
158dc20 94-45487
CIP

ISBN 13: 978-1-56170-167-4
ISBN 10: 1-56170-167-X

13 12 11 10 20 19 18 17

First published in hardcover 1987 by Nacson & Sons, Pty., Sydney, Australia
First tradepaper printing, January 1989

9th tradepaper printing by Hay House, Inc., January 1999
17th printing, November 2010

Printed in the United States of America

I dedicate this work to ol B-D, without whose valuable
assistance I could have finished this book six months ago.
Thanks, chap!

Life was never meant to be a struggle; just a gentle
progression from one point to another, much like
walking through a valley on a sunny day.
Stuart Wilde

CONTENTS

I WAS BORN when I was very young, in Farnham, England. Conditions at birth were very crowded. My twin sister appeared in the physical plane about 20 minutes ahead of me. I like to think that I allowed her the pole position, being the proper little gent that I was, but if truth be known, I was asleep in the wings and missed the curtain call.

My father was an officer in the British Navy. At the time of my birth in 1946, he was seconded to the Foreign Office and served as a diplomat. My mother was Sicilian. They met during the Allied invasion of Sicily and were married in three weeks. She was very bright, a professor of languages, and the only person that I have ever known who could speak Latin fluently.

Like many Sicilians, she had come to the earth plane to experience food and emotion. Being crafty, as many Sicilians are, she saved time by combining her evolutionary goals into one event, punching us out emotionally at supper most nights.

But in spite of her imbalances, her capacity to love was endless, and so I got off to a good start. During my first decade on earth, my parents dragged me around the more obscure parts of the British Empire, while my father administered the Queens Pleasure, which for the most part seemed to entail requiring the Foreign Office types to spend endless hours standing around illlit colonial clubs, drinking gin. As a small boy, I cant say that I really understood how that helped the queen, but the conversation of the men was so far beyond my comprehension and sounded so important, I presumed that some very secret official business was being done. Anyway, my experiences in those colonial clubs were invaluable, for I quickly learned the ways of the world. The lesson of being exposed to many different cultures helped me develop an open view of the world and its people.

At age ten, disaster struck. I was shipped from a carefree existence on the beaches of Africa to a British boarding school, a mausoleum of a place that was founded in the year dot. Its philosophies were archaic and bizarre, to say the least. Much of it could be traced back to some obscure little man who sat on a sand dune in prehistory, developing ways to manipulate and harass people.

I remember clearly my father standing on the tarmac of Accra airport prior to my departure for England, and ceremoniously presenting me with a five-pound note ($7.50 at todays exchange rate). At the tender age of ten that seemed to me an untold fortune. However, once at school I discovered the school sweet shop and through that, along with the ravages of inflation, I experienced my first cash-flow crunch about a week-and-a-half into my scholastic career.

Penniless, and six thousand miles from rescue, I affirmed that I would resolve my dilemma. Meanwhile, the professors at school were teaching me all sorts of things that they said I would find handy later in life, such as where the Limpopo flows. Somehow, I intuited that the whereabouts of the Limpopo was not going to solve my dilemma, and so I set about researching the prime emotional needs of my fellow boarders.

Cigarettes, it seemed, were a prized form of contraband. As ten-year-old boys, we were not allowed out of the grounds, so shortages existed. Demand having been established, I now set about the problem of supply. One morning the gods smiled upon me, and I met an older student whose function it was to go to the village on his bike each day to collect the masters newspapers. I pinned him to the wall, and in my best Sicilian accent asked him if he would like to go into business. He said, No. Whereupon I punched him in the nose, and we became lifelong friends and partners.

Our import/export business flourished, and round about the age of 13, I had my first taste of my current career as a publisher. Well, not quite. Let me explain. With 400 boys all reaching puberty at the same time, Thursday afternoon at 2:15 to be precise, girlie magazines became all the rage. Luckily enough, our capitalization was up to the task and we never looked back. Money flowed from sales and rentals, and soon we expanded into the insurance business. For pennies a week, a student could insure against getting a beating. Although we could not stop the headmaster from whacking a boy for some transgression of the college rules, the pound note we paid out if he got whacked went a long way to alleviate the pain.