Heaven IS Real. Truth Be Told, I Went To Heaven Too.

Life is funny. I never anticipated keeping a secret so closely for over four years about what happened to me on April 10th, 2010, the day I died. Let's face it, I'm a blabbermouth! My heart has always been sewn tightly on my sleeve, and I often end up give a play-by-play broadcast on the normal events of my day without even noticing my mouth is moving. If you're wondering, yes this does drive my wife nuts from time to time. Fair enough!

With all of that said, here I am, sitting with a secret. Not a bad one, but a really big one. I don't fully understand why, but it has always been difficult for me to bring up my out of body experience ... seeing myself from above, with 10-12 doctors and nurses working frantically to save my life. When is right time to tell people I went through the "white light", and in to Heaven after being hit by a drunk driver? That's an honest question. I'm really not sure myself.

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I've told about 5-10 people about my trip to Heaven up until today. To be honest, I usually only share this when someone I encounter has just had a family member pass away, or it seems the death of a loved one may be approaching. It's always heart wrenching to do, but I do it for one reason. I know I am supposed to. I don't know why I "know" this, but I have known I'm supposed to. So, I do. I tell them what they need to know ... Heaven Is For Real.

It's a tough situation to be placed in, but I see the importance, and always welcome and appreciate the opportunity.

I feel that it's important that I mention that I am not the "Bible Thumper" so many fear when the topic of "what happens after death" arrives. Not even close. I don't believe that there is only one path, that all of us must walk perfectly to reach Heaven. I do not believe only one religion is "right". I believe they all likely are. I believe in each person walking their own individual path. We should all chose our own path, and do our best to enjoy the twists and turns as they come! In fairness, I think we can all admit that our lives as humans on Earth are truly very hard and confusing by nature. It's Universally understood. Due to the nature of humanity in general, and the beauty of forgiveness, I'm certain nearly everyone is let in Heaven when this life passes. Why would my sins be forgiven, and others would be left unforgiven? My point in saying this is simple ... I'm not trying to change your view on God, religion, death, or the afterlife. I'm simply telling you what happened to me.

It was while watching the movie "Heaven Is For Real" this week, that I realized that if this kid had the guts to tell everyone what he saw in Heaven, surely I had the courage to as well. If you haven't heard of the movie, it is about a 4 year old boy who was sent to Heaven after his appendix ruptured. He met Jesus and relatives that had already passed away,. He even met a sister that his mother lost during a miscarriage! He begins telling his parents about what he saw very casually, and it quickly becomes clear that he is recalling events he experienced, and not imagining a thing. At the end of the movie, everyone actually gave a standing ovation!

As my wife were walking out of the theater, we overheard a little girl tell her grandfather, while holding his hand, "Wow! That movie really teaches you a lesson." She was right! I decided that it's time to say what happened to me. I highly encourage seeing this movie, as it is an amazing event that this little boy brought us. It also shows many reasons why people who have this happen to them are scared to talk about it.

Before I tell you what I saw, who I saw, where I went, and how life looks through my eyes after seeing Heaven, I want to make one thing clear. I'm nothing special. I got hit by a car, and was blessed to be given a second chance.

I also want to take a moment before I talk about what happened to let you all know how genuinely terrifying this has been for me. I wasn't scared when I was in Heaven, but coming back to Earth with these memories has been very hard for me. I want to be crystal clear in stating that this is the scariest thing that I've ever experienced. I think it would be easy for people to read this and not feel the fear I have felt. You may be asking ... Why fear? It's simple. I think my story is best understood if you put yourself in my shoes and consider the questions that would arise in your mind, after being sent to Heaven, then sent back. Most of us like to act as if we believe that Heaven is real, but for some reason, people have a hard time understanding that Heaven is a real place! Odds are if we knew the coordinates, we could fly a spaceship there!

We will all end up there one day. Let that soak in, it's a great feeling. I don't mean to poop on the party, but our world has some serious problems right now. It always has had I suppose. Heaven is a PERFECT place. Won't that be great??? Just because we have to die to get there, doesn't mean we can't look forward to it one day, when our human tanks run out of gas. I'll be honest, we will have earned it!

I'm really not interested in reliving the accident. It's the events that happened afterwards that are important here. I did lose sight in one eye, had a few brain surgeries, my face was reconstructed almost entirely, my femur broke and my teeth were knocked out. I'll stop there with the details. I was given almost no chance of living after being flown to the hospital in the helicopter ... a 2% chance to be specific. I've been called a miracle more times than I care to mention. The truth is that I am one I guess. I don't know why I hate admitting that, but I do. My point here is sympathy is not what I'm shooting for here. I just want to be heard.

Off we go ....

My family and I were hit head on, and a helicopter flew me to the Medical Center of the Rockies in Loveland, Colorado. I don't recall the accident, and only remember a second or two of the helicopter flight. Upon landing at the hospital, they actually didn't know who I was. I was "John Doe" for the first hour or two at the hospital. I find this fascinating, because I'm not certain I was in my body during the time they called me "John Doe".

After the bumpy few seconds I can recall in the helicopter, I'm in the hospital. This is the point where I begin seeing myself from above, on a rolling hospital bed. I don't go back and forth between being "in" my body, and then "above" my body at this part of the journey. I'm just watching it all happen from the ceiling somehow. The doctors and nurses wheeled me into two different rooms and through a set of double doors. I actually drew this out when recalling of this for the first time.

As it ended up, my sister had worked at this hospital in the Emergency Room. I called her the night I drew this as the memories came rushing back, and she confirmed this was the layout of the hospital, and likely the rooms they would have taken me in. I remember seeing myself being pushed down a hallway into the second room, and at that point there were so many doctors and nurses above me that I could barely see my body. While all of this was happening, I felt no fear, believe it or not. I felt completely at peace, and I don't recall being concerned about what was happening at all. I didn't watch them work on me for long from above, and quickly went to and through the "white light" so many people have seen in this situation. I wouldn't say I made a conscious decision to go through the "white light", it just happened.

On the "white light" topic, I have to let my inner nerd shine here for a second. The physics of the white light are fascinating to me, yet baffle me completely. I know my next memories come from Heaven. I don't know how, or what part of me went to Heaven. I wish I did. I often ponder how this happens. I do know my next memory came from a scene that honestly looked a lot like the the child from "Heaven Is For Real" saw. I wasn't in a building. It was an extremely white background that "glowed" almost too much for a lack of a better word. The bright white washed out some of the features of the old man who approached me, but I could eventually make out his face. He wasn't alone. There were two tall beings on either side of him, both looking at me. I have no idea who these beings were. I couldn't see any facial features whatsoever. I believe they were human, possibly angels. 

The man in front of these two beings looked me in the eyes, and spoke to me. Her looked to be about 60-65 years in age. He had a dark brown natural hair color mixed with grey. His hair was about shoulder length long and curly. He had a full beard and wore a robe that quite frankly looked like it was straight out of the Bible. It covered his feet. I'm not certain why, but I have a distinct memory of the top of his head. He was balding. Like I said, he spoke to me, and I wish I could tell you what he said to me. I simply don't remember and never have remembered a bit of what he said to me. It really bothered me a lot for while, but I've accepted I am not supposed to know what he said yet. 

My next memory is from about three weeks later, on Earth, when I came out of the coma and my second chance at life began.

It took about 8-9 months for me to remember seeing myself from above, the white light and the people on the other side. When the memories came, it was genuinely one of the scariest things I've ever experienced in my life. To hope for a God and Heaven is one thing. To know it's there, and on top of that I went, and got sent back ... That is entirely different. It really shook me up. I could only tell my wife and sister in the beginning. Many people will likely find it somewhat funny that I still don't go to church to this day.

Saint Peter

After a few months of pondering who the old man was that talked to me, I began to research what is "supposed" to happen. I found that Saint Peter is supposed to be the one who meets you at the gates. I knew the old man I had seen wasn't Jesus, or God. He wasn't a relative either. I finally worked up the courage to search "Saint Peter" on Google Images. I was shocked to see that it was him. A perfect match. Here is a picture of him.

As I slowly absorbed what I had seen over months, if not years, my unanswered questions began to really bother me. Why was I sent back? Surely I have "something to do here". Right? What did Saint Peter saying to me? I've always been the type to over-think things, and I went nuts on all of this. It completely changed my view of the world and the Universe.

I struggled with loneliness because of this for years. I still fight being a hermit. Here is why .... 

I began to tell a couple of close friends about what happened, and I was frankly crushed at how people just don't seem to be able to grasp the concept of Heaven being real. For whatever reason, it is easier for most people to assume sympathetically that I had a brain injury, and some "wires were crossed". There is even a medical theory that states that the brain becomes delusional and imagines experiences like the one I had, and thousands of others have also had, over hundreds of years, from places all over the globe. While I obviously appreciate what the medical community did for me, I really have a problem with this assumption that delusion or imagination kicks in at the time of death to "imagine" Heaven, relatives that have passed away, and spiritual beings. I simply do not understand this line of thinking.


I think it is simply an effort for science to work off of "proven" facts. From my point of view, it's an arrogant way of looking at things. Unknowns exist. They need to be dealt with better by science. Just because we can't show how Heaven works, or even where it is, it is there. I was taken there, and keep in mind, it's one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. It takes guts to truly appreciate what lies in the depths of outer space. Why can't the possibility that the majority of the world's population is correct in believing in Heaven be considered by the medical community on faith alone? It's not as if we all don't want to know more about it. We simply are not able to as humans. Written history going back to the dawn of mankind explains in detail how "God" or "God's" have come to Earth and seeded the planet. To me, it's completely illogical to dismiss all of this as "myth" and "imagination".

This belief is personally insulting to me. Having recovered from this major brain injury, I am fully experienced at my brain working differently than it did before. My memory slips a lot, but the memories can be found with some digging and clues from others who can give them. My personality is different in some ways. I'm used to that. I know what it's like having a brain injury. I can tell you that delusion or an "over-active imagination" has not been a part of it in any way, shape or form. Sorry scientists. It's not that easy of an answer. At times, I have wished it was.

My view of my trip to Heaven has changed some in the four years since it happened. I'm much more at peace with it now. I have spent countless hours wondering about what Saint Peter said to me, and why I was sent back. I've decided I'll likely never know in this lifetime. All I can do is make an effort to make my second chance worth the time! Life is so short everyone. We all know that. The important message I want to communicate to you all is that when this life ends, we blast off to a perfect place ... Heaven. It is real. Your family members who have passed are there. You will see them again.

Our lack of understanding of death and the afterlife leads us to well up with tears when we can fully realize this. The real challenge comes when you begin to learn to change those tears of sadness and grief for our loved ones who have gone before us to Heaven, into tears of joy. Be at peace that we have nothing to fear, and a truly perfect place awaits us after this life. Who knows what happens after that, but I'm excited to eventually find out.

Until that day comes, I try to be happy. I try to appreciate simple things. Most importantly I try to be a better husband, father, son, brother, cousin, uncle and friend to those around me.

I still wonder about how it all works. It fascinates me! I accept I will have to wait to ask my questions. That said, the next time I go back to Heaven, I hope they have a block of time scheduled for me to ask away. I have a list of questions a mile long, and I add to it every day. I'm going to drive them nuts haha!

If you happen to want to talk about this with me any more, please feel free to email me. Matthewmgee11@gmail.com. It's good for me to talk about this, and I've been keeping this all largely to myself for just over four years now. I want to thank you for listening to me. I hope if nothing else, you will ask yourself, What if Heaven is real?

Make it a great day, and thank you again for the time you took to read about what happened to me.

#HeavenIsForReal

20 Years After Kurt Cobain's "Suicide", Unanswered Questions Remain Unanswered.

I vividly remember the evening of April 8th, 1994, sitting on my Grandmothers couch in her living room, hearing the local newscaster explain that a rock legend, Kurt Cobain had offed himself with a shotgun in the greenhouse of his Seattle home.

I was only 12 at the time, and knew some of Nirvana's music, so I was familiar with Kurt Cobain. In hindsight, I'm not surprised that this jarring news upset me as a child. What surprises me is that I somehow, inherently knew we had lost a very special person.

Kim Kardashian ...
slightly Photoshopped.

Honorary Kardashian, Bruce Jenner

It seems clear to me at this point in my life, that as the years crawl by, memories fade, trends change and in terms of "entertainment", the squeaky wheel gets the oil. I began to wonder, in the day and age of Kardashian domination, how many people truly understood what Kurt was when he left this planet to millions of fans, captivated by his charisma that seemed to seep from his blue eyes, so I asked around. I was shocked to find my wife, and one of my best friends knew next to nothing about him, nor the many mysteries that have been swept under the rug since his untimely passing.

I'm not sure why humans seem to find anniversaries as a reason to dig up skeletons from the past, but they do. That said, the Earth has circled around the sun 20 times now since Kurt died, and I see it as an opportunity to tell a hell of a story that will reach into relevant topics that will shock you ... guaranteed.

I'm not going to rehash Cobain's abusive, depressing childhood much, as countless others have already done. Instead, I'm going to jump into the important questions that have yet to be answered about Kurt's life, and his death.

I'm going to post separate blogs on each of these questions in order to give each topic the attention it deserves. I will be posting these blogs over the next week so be sure to check back for more detail on all of these topics. Here are the questions I will go into detail on. Please feel free to comment on any of them.

Question #1: What made Cobain Special?

Let's cut to the chase. Why do we care? I'm going to assume that some who have found this blog don't know much of Kurt or his music. While on the surface, "grunge" is dirty, yes. We will look past the dirt, past the heroin, and into the actions and life of Kurt Cobain. You'll find out why he was special.

Question #2: Did Kurt commit suicide, or was he murdered? If he was killed, by who?

I have to admit, this is something I hadn't researched this much until I was preparing to write this article. I honestly believed Kurt Cobain was likely a victim of his own vices, drugs, depression and the loneliness that the limelight can often bring. 

The Seattle home where Cobain's body was found.

Crime scene photo from the scene of the overdose and shooting.

It's not my intention to trivialize his life and his work, by stirring up a conspiracy theory about his death. That said, after a few hours of research, it became clear to me that the pieces of the "official story" of his suicide simply did not add up. 

A suspect and a motive clearly line up given a little thought, and by connecting a few dots. 

Kurt doesn't end up being the only one to die.

"El Duce", who mysteriously died days after reporting someone tried to pay
him $50,000 to shoot Cobain,

As it ends up, Eldon Hole, also known ad "El Duce" died mysteriously 2 days after giving an interview claiming that someone offered to pay him $50,000.00 to kill Cobain.

For dramatic effect if nothing else, I'll wait to say who it was that made this offer to "El Duce". When asked how it was supposed to be done, "El Duce" said he was told to "just blow his fu^*ing head off." ... which of course is exactly what happened.

The question is, who pulled the trigger?

"El Duce" said in this interview that he wished he would have done it! He just thought the person who tried to put a hit on Kurt was "just kidding".

Question #3: Why did he become a part of "The 27 Club"?

Painting depicting some of the members of "The 27 Club" in heaven.

Jim Morrison, Dead at 27.

"The 27 Club" is a group of famous musicians who all died at the age of 27. Did you know Kurt told people throughout his life that he would be in this club?

His mother, Wendy O'Conner, was quoted as saying, "Now he's gone and joined that stupid club. I told him not to join that stupid club." in pure frustration shortly after his death.

Jimi Hendrix, Dead at 27.

The "27 Club" includes the following musicians just to name a few: Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Brian Jones, and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan of The Grateful Dead.

While most may be inclined to brush this off as a coincidence ... consider the following facts.

Every member of the 27 Club died from overdose or suspicious conditions. Morrison, Hendrix and Cobain never had an autopsy!! Why not? It's an important question ...

Amy Winehouse, died at 27 after drumbeats, ritualistic chanting, screaming
and moaning was heard coming from her house the night of her death by
multiple neighbors.

Witnesses report ritualistic chanting, moaning, screaming and drumbeats from Amy Winehouse's home the night of her death as she was inducted to "The 27 Club".

There are more questions than answers about this club. We will jump into all of them.

It does seem as though some of these artists were killed. Why? Could it be that the music and movie industry could be a much darker place than anyone expected? Were they used, then disposed of?

Question #4: Why did Cobain claim to be an alien? Was he one?

One of Kurt Cobain's MANY
 works of art depicting aliens.

If you chuckled at this one, be prepared to see some compelling evidence on this topic.

I have to admit, I didn't anticipate this becoming one of the four topics I would write about in regards to Cobain. That said, it just couldn't go ignored. It was a reoccurring theme in his life.

More of Cobain's alien art.

In a documentary, "About A Son", about Cobain, which used recorded conversations that Kurt had with journalists to weave together his life story, Cobain goes into great detail about this right off the bat. I'll link the video when we get to the topic, in which he is quoted as saying:

"I used to think when I was young that I was adopted by my mother, because they found me in a spaceship, then they left me. I was from a different planet. Every night I would talk to my real parents, and real family in the sky." Kurt Cobain "About A Son"

Here is the documentary. Feel free to check it out for yourself. He starts talking about feeling like he was an alien as a child at the 4:19 mark.

The topic comes up later in the film multiple times. Kurt left many other quotes that seem to indicate a belief that he was an alien.

He also made numerous works of art depicting alien like beings as a child, well before his drug problems developed ... so that rules a complete drug enhanced delusion out the window.

It is also interesting to me that he had an admitted "imaginary friend" named "Boddah".

He addressed Boddah in his "suicide note", which might I mention, mentioned nothing of suicide.

Who is Boddah?

Kurt Cobain's "suicide note", which never mention suicide.... 

While we're running around in left field yapping about extraterrestrials, we should also consider the band name of Nirvana's drummer at the time of Cobain's death, Dave Grohl. Grohl named his band The Foo Fighters ...

Dave Grohl, Nirvana drummer at the time of Cobain's death,
Lead singer of "The Foo Fighters" in 2014.

The term Foo Fighters originated in World War 2 when allied pilots spotted UFOs in both the Pacific and Atlantic theater. It was widely believed that the Germans had invented a flying saucer, and they did. The saucers were a complete failure for the Germans though, which means they were likely legitimate UFOs. If we really want to look into this, check out the theme to the Foo Fighters music video for their song, "Everlong". You guessed it ... alien abduction. Did I mention the record label of the album "Everlong" was released on was "Roswell Records"?

Believe it or not, there is more to the alien theory. Truth is stranger than fiction perhaps ...

While I certainly can't claim to know any of the answers here for certain, the evidence he left behind is fascinating to say the least.

I want to point out that I am open to the police report and the "official story". Perhaps it is that simple. Let's see what we find. Please comment and share these posts with any Cobain fans you know. I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts! Just comment at the bottom of the page.

Down the rabbit hole we go ...

R.I.P. Kurt Cobain

The Top 10 Things They Forget To Teach Us In School

Let's face it, nearly every day in our "adult lives", we run into situations that make us want to scream, "Why didn't they teach me this in 3rd grade?!?!" Here are my Top 10.

#10. How to Dance

I can see how this gets overlooked by educators, but as the self-proclaimed "Whitest Dancer of All Time", it would have been nice for someone to have thrown me a bone on this one. I'll never forget my High School Homecoming dance as a Sophomore. I knew I was spazzing uncontrollably around the high school gym, and had just gotten used to the embarrassment when, of all things, the damned "Macarena" started to play. I didn't know the dumb hand movements and kept jumping and rotating in  the wrong direction to the laughter of everyone. In all fairness, I did show up to the event in a silk shirt and a "Bowl Cut" hairdo which I inexplicably wore through all of high school, so I already looked like an ass. Nonetheless, a little help would have been appreciated!


#9. Failure is Good, and Everyone Wants to Quit!

While ambition and hard work are great in fairy tale land, the fact of the matter is there is no better way to learn something than to jump right in there and screw it up immediately! Did you know it takes the average human adult 8 times before they can even hear a simple task that they are told how to do? We typically can't even process the information the first 7 times! Even when we do, trial and error is perfectly normal and the best way to learn. In other words, if you want to learn how to do something, go screw it up. When you fail, you learn. Simple right?


In addition to this, we really should let kids know that when you fail, it is perfectly normal to want to give up! Everyone does. It's not fun, and it's not supposed to be. The good news is the next time you try, you will know a way NOT to do it, which will make it easier, so chill out, and get back on the horse!


#8. If You Want To Know Someone's Personality, Know What Day They Were Born On

It took me 27 years to actually investigate "Star signs" as quite frankly they seemed like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to me. I was also under the false impression that I somehow inherently "knew people" just by talking to them. I suppose as time went on, I realized that I do not understand people in almost any way shape or form, and this led me to look into the topic. I'm still not certain I buy the daily predictions on the Horoscopes Page, but if you want to know the general characteristics of a person's personality, know their star sign.

For instance, I am a Gemini, which means I essentially have multiple personalities. I'm smart and creative, but lack the ability to finish almost anything. I'm also a good communicator and can charm nearly anyone. That said, those darn personalities inevitably change and I turn into Mr. Hyde for about 30 minutes, then it switches again. It's frustrating to me too!!

I can also tell you that most people born in May are kind, stubborn, but slow. Most born in February are artistic, but in a way that leads them to look differently with piercings and tattoos, as they feel like outcasts. They are also compassionate to the point that is quite painful to them when they see any wrong in the world. Most people who become serial killers are Scorpios, born in November. The Scorpios are interesting and quite frankly somewhat bonkers. Lots of fun to be around though!

The reason why this works is simple. The human body is composed of about 72% water. As we all know, the gravity of the moon, and to some extent other planets change the tides. It works the same way with the 72% of our bodies that are made of water. If you don't believe it, look up the different personalities for different star signs online, and compare them to 10 people you know. You'll be convinced. It makes life a lot easier if you know a person's personality and natural tenancies. Star signs allow you to do that. Know them, use them.


#7. Algebra is Nearly Useless .... Here is Some Practical Math!

I'll never forget the day in Algebra 3 my Sophomore year when my teacher taught us about "imaginary numbers". I decided if they were teaching me imaginary numbers, I'm just going to imagine I know about math, and no longer cared.

The one class they really need to start up for school kids is one that show you how to make a budget, and balance your checkbook! It's the only kind of practical math most adults encounter and need to know.

#6. Science vs. Religion

I've long had a saying that "if science and religion would start working together, instead of against each other, we as a species would figure out a lot in a very short period of time." 

The human ego is a very powerful intangible. It infiltrates most every aspect of religion and science as humans are the beings to convey these concepts. While I respect scientists, I laugh at their inability to perceive anything that their pier group hasn't "proven to be true" as real. I understand why they feel this needs to happen, but it categorically disproves anything that their pier group doesn't understand, or would rather ignore. I also respect religions of all types, as I believe they are all true, yet misunderstood. That said, I'm nauseated by this group's ability to back war in the name of God. Isn't "Thou Shall Not Kill" on the list of 10 commandments?

The worst notion that these two groups largely share, is that they can not work together. Science must be right, or religion is right. To me, it is certainly a combination of both. Is science would ever try to prove religion right, or if religion would accept that science is trying to know more about how their created Universe worked, we would make quick advances as a species.

Must it be Creationism or Evolution? Could one be part of another?



#5. Politicians Lie

A sad fact, but it is a fact indeed. If we could teach kids that nationalism isn't as important as progressing as a society, we would help the world out. Politicians, much like lawyers, lie. They have to it seems, so don't take them too seriously.

We should also teach them about the perception of freedom, as opposed to the realities of the issue. We should teach them about all political systems, not just our own. We also should teach them to see, that regardless of what we are told, it's all a dog and pony show. Perhaps the two party political system such as the one in America is merely an act that keeps the nation divided into two parts, so they fight one another, and never see what truly goes on up top.

#4. The 80/20 Rule (Also Known As "Keep It Simple Stupid")

It has been proven that 80% of the recognition a human receives come from just 20% of their own actions. This is important to know, as it means that most of what we do, is a waste of our time. We are better off, as is the world, if we keep it simple! Focus on the things that matter, and only to the point that is matters.

#3. You Are 50% Your Mother, and 50% Your Father

Hmmm ... so that is why they constantly felt the need to advise me? You mean they've done all of this before, and I'm going to be half like my mother and half like my father? YES!!

I think we dramatically under appreciate how much of our personality, attributes and downfalls are inherited. Whether it be "nature" or "nurture", odds are if we're doing something, our parents did the same thing around the same age. Some adults realize this and have time to ask a few questions before our parents pass on, but I really wish someone would have explained this to me as a child.

#2. Perspective Is Reality

No matter how we perceive anything to be, others certainly see the exact same scenario, entirely differently. This is entirely normal as we all have different perceptions that make the situation look different to everyone.

Once this is realized, it helps us become more patient and understanding. It can also be used to our own benefit by intentionally shifting a persons perception before or after an event, that may not have gone so well.


#1. Be You!!!!

"Be yourself, everyone else is already taken"

There is nothing in this world more rare than your individuality. This should be cherished and embraced as it is truly a gift!

You are you, be you. Appreciate you. Stand up for what you believe in, and always follow your heart.