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Sometimes the words flowed effortlessly as if a gentle summer breeze was at my back and at other times, I struggled to move ahead. Sometimes I felt like waving the white flag of creative depletion and during other periods of this intensely spiritual process, a responsibility higher than my own needs encouraged me to continue. And I greatly thank all the very good people from around the planet who have stood with me to the completion of The 5 AM Club.

And so, with a full heart, I humbly dedicate this work to you, the reader. The world needs more heroes and why wait for them—when you have it in you to become one. Starting today. The Dangerous Deed 2. A Daily Philosophy on Becoming Legendary 3. An Unexpected Encounter with a Surprising Stranger 4.

A Bizarre Adventure into Morning Mastery 6. Preparation for a Transformation Begins in Paradise 8. A Framework for the Expression of Greatness The 4 Focuses of History-Makers Navigating the Tides of Life A noose would be too ancient. And a knife blade to the wrist would be too silent.

So, the question became, How could a once-glorious life be ended swiftly and precisely, with minimum mess yet maximum impact? Only a year ago, circumstances had been dramatically more hopeful. The entrepreneur had been widely celebrated as a titan of her industry, a leader of society and a philanthropist.

She was in her late thirties, steering the technology company she founded in her dorm room in college to ever-increasing levels of marketplace dominance while producing products that her customers revered. The cruelty of this remarkable turn of events was proving to be unbearable for the entrepreneur. Beneath her regularly icy exterior beat a caring, compassionate and deeply loving heart. She felt life itself had betrayed her. And that she deserved so much better.

She considered swallowing a gigantic bottle of sleeping pills. The dangerous deed would be cleaner this way. Just take them all and get the job done fast, she thought. I need to escape this pain. Then, she spotted something on the stylish oak dresser in her all-white bedroom—a ticket to a personal optimization conference that her mother had given her.

Maybe it was time to rethink her opinion. Via a quick death. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours.

A genuine Spellbinder. Nearing the end of a fabled career and now in his eighties, he had become revered throughout the world as a grandmaster of inspiration, a legend of leadership and a sincere statesman helping everyday people realize their greatest gifts. So that, at the end, they would feel confident they had left a wonderful legacy and made their mark on the generations that would follow.

It blended insights that fortified the warrior within our characters with ideas that honored the soulful poet who resides inside the heart. His messaging showed ordinary individuals how to succeed at the highest levels of the business realm yet reclaim the magic of a life richly lived.

So, we return to the sense of awe we once knew before a hard and cold world placed our natural genius into bondage by an orgy of complexity, superficiality and technological distraction. Though The Spellbinder was tall, his advanced years left him slightly bent over. As he walked the platform, he stepped carefully yet gracefully. A precisely fitted charcoal gray suit with soft white pinstripes gave him an elegant look.

And a pair of blue-tinted eyeglasses added just the right amount of cool. You have it in you to reclaim sovereignty over your primal greatness in a civilization that has become fairly uncivilized.

To restore your nobility in a global community where the majority shops for nice shoes and acquires expensive things yet rarely invests in a better self. Your personal leadership requires—no, demands—that you stop being a cyber-zombie relentlessly attracted to digital devices and restructure your life to model mastery, exemplify decency and relinquish the self-centeredness that keeps good people limited.

The great women and men of the world were all givers, not takers. Renounce the common delusion that those who accumulate the most win. Instead, do work that is heroic—that staggers your marketplace by the quality of its originality as well as from the helpfulness it provides. While you do so, my recommendation is that you also create a private life strong in ethics, rich with marvelous beauty and unyielding when it comes to the protection of your inner peace.

This, my friends, is how you soar with the angels. And walk alongside the gods. He drew in a gulp of air, as big as a mountain. He looked down at his stylish black boots that had been polished up to a military grade.

Those in the front row saw a single tear drizzle down the timeworn yet once-handsome face. His gaze remained downward. His silence was thunderous. The Spellbinder appeared unsteady. After a series of stressful moments that had some in the audience shifting in their seats, The Spellbinder put down the microphone he had been holding in his left hand.

With his free hand, he tenderly reached into a pocket of his trousers and pulled out a crisply folded linen handkerchief. He wiped his cheek.

Every one of you carries an instinct for excellence within your spirits. No one in this room needs to stay frozen in average and succumb to the mass mediocratization of behavior evident in society along with the collective de-professionalization of business so apparent in industry. You need to remember that your excuses are seducers, your fears are liars and your doubts are thieves.

A few clapped. Then many more applauded. We all have. In a job that might be smothering your soul. Dealing with stressful worries and endless responsibilities that stifle your originality and steal your energy.

Lusting after unimportant pursuits and hungry for the instant fulfillment of trivial desires, often driven by a technology that enslaves us instead of liberating us. Living the same week a few thousand times and calling it a life.

I need to tell you that too many among us die at thirty and are buried at eighty. So, I do get you. You hoped things would be different.

More interesting. More exciting. More fulfilling, special and magical. He struggled to breathe for an instant. A look of concern caused his brow to crinkle. He sat down on a cream-colored chair that had been carefully placed at the side of the stage by one of his assistants. Nice work. You, too, have known the collapse of your creative magnificence as well as your productive eminence into a tiny circle of comfortableness, fearfulness and numbness that betrayed the mansions of mastery and reservoirs of bravery inside of you.

You, too, have been disappointed by the barren winters of a life weakly lived. You, too, have been denied many of your most inspired childhood dreams. You, too, have been hurt by people you trusted. You, too, have had your ideals destroyed. You, too, have had your innocent heart devastated, leaving your life decimated, like a ruined country after ambitious foreign invaders infiltrated it. You are so much more powerful than you may currently understand.

Splendid victories—and outright blessings—are coming your way. And increase the tone of your most triumphant side. You needed these lessons to activate the treasures, talents and powers that are now awakening within you.

Nothing was an accident. Zero was a waste. One that can make you an empire-builder along with a world-changer. And perhaps even a history-maker. He sported a gray t-shirt and ripped jeans, the type you can buy torn at your local shopping mall. The smallest of implementations is always worth more than the grandest of intentions.

And if being an amazing person and developing a legendary life was easy, everyone would be doing it. Know what I mean? I believe that the seduction of complacency and an easy life is one hundred times more brutal, ultimately, than a life where you go all in and take an unconquerable stand for your brightest dreams. World-class begins where your comfort zone ends is a rule the successful, the influential and the happiest always remember.

Groups of people in the audience were doing the same. Real greatness and the realization of your inherent genius is meant to be a difficult sport.

Only those devoted enough to go to the fiery edges of their highest limits will expand them. And the suffering that happens along the journey of materializing your special powers, strongest abilities and most inspiring ambitions is one of the largest sources of human satisfaction. Jazz legend Miles Davis stretched himself ferociously past the normal his field knew to fully exploit his magnificent potential.

Michelangelo sacrificed enormously mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually as he produced his awesome art. Rosa Parks, a simple seamstress with outstanding courage, endured blunt humiliation when she was arrested for not giving up her seat on a segregated bus, igniting the civil rights movement.

Charles Darwin demonstrated the kind of resolve that virtuosity demands by studying barnacles—yes, barnacles—for eight long years as he formulated his famed Theory of Evolution. It was only when his wife, Tabitha, discovered the work while her husband was away, wiped off his cigarette ashes, read the book and then told its author that it was brilliant that King submitted it for publication.

Even then, his advance for hardcover rights was a paltry twenty-five hundred dollars. She wore a lush green hat with a big scarlet feather sticking out of it and was clearly content with marching to her own drumbeat. Becoming legendary is never easy.

The beliefs that disturb you, the feelings that threaten you, the projects that unnerve you and the unfoldments of your talents that the insecure part of you is resisting are precisely where you need to go to. Lean deeply toward these doorways into your bigness as a creative producer, seeker of personal freedom and possibilitarian. Walking into the very things that scare you is how you reclaim your forgotten power. And how you get back the innocence and awe you lost after childhood. Mildly at first.

In the wings, a man in a black suit with an aggressive crew cut spoke into a mouthpiece tucked discreetly into his shirt cuff. The lights began to flicker, then dim. A few audience members who were located near the platform stood, unsure of what to do.

A uniquely pretty woman with her hair in a crisp bun, a clenched smile and a tight black dress with an embroidered white collar rushed up the metal staircase that The Spellbinder had ascended at the beginning of his talk. She carried a phone in one hand and a well-worn notebook in another. Yet, the woman was too late.

The Spellbinder crumpled to the floor like a punch-drunk boxer with a large heart but weak skills in the final round of a once-glorious career that he should have ended many years earlier.

The old presenter lay still. A tiny river of blood escaped from a cut to his head, sustained on his fall. His glasses sat next to him. The handkerchief was still in his hand. His once-sparkling eyes remained closed. Your fate hangs over you. While you are still living, while you still exist on this Earth, strive to become a genuinely great person. You know the real reason she was there: she needed her hope restored.

And her life saved. The artist had come to the event to understand how to fuel his creativity and multiply his capability so he could make an enduring mark on his field by the paintings he generated. And the homeless man appeared to have sneaked into the conference hall while no one was watching. The entrepreneur and the artist had been seated together. She was lean, like a long-distance runner, with thin arms and lithe legs that emerged from a sensible blue designer skirt. Her eyes looked sad, from old hurts that had never been healed.

And from the current chaos that was infecting her beloved company. He fell hard. God, that was wild. She stayed seated, her arms folded over a cream-colored blouse with a colossal floppy black bow tie perched fashionably at the neckline.

She had no real interest in sharing what she was going through, and she obviously wanted to protect her facade of an illustrious businesswoman ready to rise to the next level. Surreal, right? But, for whatever reason, the demons within him seemed to hold power over his greater nature. The artist was heavy. A goatee jutted out from under his chin. He wore a black t-shirt and long black shorts that fell below his knobby knees.

Black boots with rubber soles, the kind you may have seen Australians wear, completed the creative uniform. I am drugs. The auditorium was still emptying, and the audiovisual crew was noisily tearing down the staging. Event staff swept the floor. A Nightmares on Wax song played soothingly in the background. The homeless man got up, shuffled over and sat next to the two.

You into what the old-timer said? I have a hard time living it all, but what he says is profound. And powerful. And have enjoyed a pretty world-class life because of him, too. Most people wish for phenomenal things to happen to them. He taught me that exceptional performers make phenomenal things happen to them. And the great thing is, he not only gave me a secret philosophy to get my big dreams done but he taught me the technology—the tactics and tools—to translate the information into results.

His threatening beard was gray. Around his neck he sported a beaded necklace, like the ones Indian holy men wear at their temples. And his eyes revealed the confidence of a lion. It had a dial the color of a revolver surrounded by a stainless-steel rim, a red needle-thin hour hand and a sunset orange minute hand.

This noteworthy badge of honor was united with a wide black rubber strap, lending a diver-like feel to the whole luxurious look. Unfortunately, our share price plummeted.

But they kept their damn timepieces. Or maybe those incredible models he taught on the productivity hacks of billionaires that he jammed on in the middle? Maybe you were stoked by all the neurobiology that creates top performance.

Or did you vibe with his theory on our responsibility to reach legendary while serving as an instrument for the benefit of humanity that he walked us through before that dramatic finish?

And glanced at his big watch. Warren Buffett, the brilliant investor, said the rich invest in time. The poor invest in money. Got a meeting with a jet and a runway. They just look cheap on me. And please stop speaking the way you do about what happened at the presentation. Nothing funny about it.

And why do you talk like a surfer? I spent my teenage years on a board in Malibu. Used to ride near a point where the rad breaks are. Now I surf the smaller waves in Tamarin Bay, a spot you cats have probably never been to. The homeless man was unstoppable.

What a joke. Too much greed and not enough good sense. On a tarmac not so far from here. Just felt like it. I do what I want to do. Rules are made for destruction, you know?

Picasso said you should learn the rules like a pro so you can break them like an artist. Need to be myself and not some sheep with no balls, blindly following the flock down a path that leads to nowhere.

Or you can change the world. Shoot me. And jail would be interesting. But I do love your passion. So, go ahead. Bring it on. Play the parts of the seminar that turned you on. The entrepreneur was still skeptical.

But she sensed she was opening. And possibly growing. Her former way of existing no longer served her. It was time for a change.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes up short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

Her hope was gradually expanding, and her worries were slowly shrinking. And the small, still voice of her finest self was beginning to whisper that a very special adventure was about to begin. But not great. We only release products that totally disrupt our market and then absolutely change the field by how valuable they are. I only read the most original and thoughtful books, spend my time in the most light-filled and inspiring of spaces and visit the most enchanting of places.

And when it comes to relationships, I only surround myself with human beings who fuel my joy, stoke my peace and excite me to become a better man.

Who have different values and lower standards than you do. Who have different Mindsets, Heartsets, Healthsets and Soulsets. On one wrist dangled two immaculate silver bracelets. Seriously revolutionary concepts for any empire-maker and world- builder. And so few businesspeople and other human beings on the planet currently know about them. If they did, every important element of their lives would increase rapidly. For now, I just wanted to keep jamming on my personal commitment to ultra-high quality, in everything around me.

Your surroundings really do shape your perceptions, your inspirations and your implementations. Art feeds my soul. Great books battleproof my hope.

Rich conversations magnify my creativity. Wonderful music uplifts my heart. Beautiful sights fortify my spirit. And all it takes is a single morning filled with positivity to deliver a monumental download of inventive ideas that elevate an entire generation, you know.

The real purpose of commerce is not only to make your personal fortune. My main focus in business is to serve. Money, power and prestige are just the inevitable by- products that have shown up for me along the way. An old and remarkable friend taught me this way of operating when I was a young man.

It totally transformed the state of my prosperity and the magnitude of my private freedom. And this contrarian business philosophy has dominated my way of doing things ever since. He studied his large watch. Elevate your life. It was quite a trick. You would have been exceedingly impressed if you were standing there with these three souls. Staring at stars filled you with delight. Running in a park made you feel alive. And chasing butterflies flooded you with joy. Oh, how I adore butterflies.

Then, as you grew up, you forgot how to be human. You forgot how to be bold and enthusiastic and loving and wildly alive. Your precious reservoirs of hope faded. Being ordinary became acceptable. The lamp of your creativity, your positivity and your intimacy with your greatness grew dim as you began to worry about fitting in, having more than others and being popular. And to discover primal powers within you that you never knew were there.

You can create magic in your work and personal lives. I sure have. And the ecosystem that your life is built within. His eyes darted away. He cleared his throat nervously. Been knocked down and kicked around a ton by life. Been sick. Been attacked. Been abused. Been misused. An odd, guttural, circus clown on acid sort of laugh. He carried on. Pain is the doorway into deep. It burns away the fakeness, fear and arrogance that is of the ego.

Returns us to our brilliance and genius, if you have the courage to go into that which wounds you. Suffering yields many rewards, including empathy, originality, relatability and authenticity. Incredibly eccentric. I get that he looks like he lives in a cardboard box on the streets. But listen to his words. Sometimes he speaks like a poet.

How could he be so articulate? Where did his depth come from? He also has a warmth that reminds me of my dad. I still miss him. He was my confidant. My top supporter.

And my best friend. I think of him every day. And as we grow greater, we understand better. One could see he was terrifically surprised to hear that famous tone.

He spun around—seeking the source. Quickly, all became clear. The artist was playing his illicit recording from the seminar. In a culture of cyber-zombies, addicted to distraction and afflicted with interruption, the wisest way to guarantee that you consistently produce mastery-level results in the most important areas of your professional and personal life is to install a world-class morning routine. Winning starts at your beginning. And your first hours are when heroes are made. Wage a war against weakness and launch a campaign against fearfulness.

You truly can get up early. And doing so is a necessity in your awesome pursuit toward legendary. Take excellent care of the front end of your day, and the rest of your day will pretty much take care of itself. Own your morning. The Spellbinder could be heard wheezing like a novice swimmer who went too far, too fast. The artist continued presenting his recording, turning up the volume so the sound was blaring. And your morning ritual is by far the most essential one to calibrate.

And then automate. When we see the icons in action, the forceful seduction sold to us by our civilization is to believe they were always that great. That they were born into their exceptionalism. That they won the fortunate DNA lottery. That their genius was inherited. Yet the truth is that we are watching them in their full blazing glory after years of following a process, one that involved ceaseless hours of practice. When we observe magnificent players in business, sport, science and the arts we are observing the earned results of a monomaniacal concentration around a single pursuit, astronomical focus on one skill, intensity of sacrifice applied to one aim, unusual levels of deep preparation and extreme amounts of solid patience.

Remember, every professional was once an amateur, and every master started as a beginner. He clapped his dirty hands like a kid at a carnival. He checked his watch yet again.

Then he began to shuffle his feet while swaying his hips forward then backward. His hands were now waving in the air and he was snapping his fingers, with closed eyes again. Sounds like the early rappers used to make without their boom boxes emerged from his cracked lips. You would have been astonished to watch him in action. Force your attention back to the Everests of potential aching for fuller expression and, today, release all reasons that feed any stagnation of your strengths.

Start being an imaginationalist—one of those rare individuals who leads from the nobility of your future versus via the prison bars of your past. Each of us thirsts for days filled with tiny bursts of the miraculous. Every one of us wishes to own our pure heroism and step into unchained exceptionalism.

All human beings alive at this moment have a primitive psychological need to produce masterworks that wow, live daily amidst uncommon awe and know that we are somehow spending our hours in a way that enriches the lives of others. For one, this might mean being an excellent coder or a fine teacher who lifts young minds. For another, this opportunity could mean becoming a tremendous mother or a magnificent manager.

To yet another, this good fortune may mean growing a great business or being a fantastic salesperson who serves customers superbly. This chance to be remembered by future generations and lead a life that truly matters is not some platitude. This is, in fact, a truth. Yet, so few of us have discovered, and then installed, the very mentalities, morning practices and consistent conditions that will guarantee these results appear for us. We all want to reaccess our birthright of towering talent, limitless joy and freedom from fear, but few of us are willing to do the very things that would cause our hidden genius to present itself.

Strange, right? The majority of us have been hypnotized out of the luminosity that is our essence. Most of us in this age spend our most valuable hours being busy being busy. Chasing trivial pursuits and artificial amusements while neglecting living a real life. This is a formula for heartbreak at the end. Very sad. First thing in the morning and last thing at night. I can hardly focus on the important deliverables my team and I have committed to. And all the noise in my life is taking my energy.

It all feels so complicated. And what The Spellbinder said is also so helpful to me as I raise my standards as a leader. My company has grown faster than I ever expected. But there are some things causing me a ton of stress. And some things are unfolding at my shop that have turned my life upside down.

And it happened because they failed to grow as your enterprise rose. They started coasting. They stopped learning, inventing and making everything they touched better than they found it. And as a result they stopped being awesome value incubators for your venture. They likely blamed you. A lot of nights I wake up at 2 AM soaked in steamy sweat. New teammates to mentor, new brands to manage, new markets to penetrate, new suppliers to watch, new products to refine, new investors and shareholders to impress and a thousand new responsibilities to handle.

I have a huge capacity to get big things done. Her thin lips pulled together like a sea anemone shutting on sensing a fatal predator. And her eyes suggested she was suffering. Through using technology wisely our lives become better, our knowledge becomes richer and our wonderful world becomes smaller. Your phone is costing you your fortune, you know? And what you just said about all the pressure on you, how fantastic.

And ascending as a person is one of the smartest ways to spend the rest of your life. With every challenge comes the gorgeous opportunity to rise into your next level as a leader, performer and human being. Obstacles are nothing more than tests designed to measure how seriously you want the rewards that your ambitions seek. They show up to determine how willing you are to improve into the kind of person who can hold that amount of success.

And pretty much nothing else is as important in life as personal expansion, the unfoldment of your potential. And yes, I agree that growth can be scary. Freaky and deep, right? He kept going without waiting for an answer. So, they can never be alone. And silent. They need to constantly be with other people to escape their feelings of self-hatred over all their wasted potential, missing the wonders and wisdom that solitude and quiet bring.

I feel so overwhelmed. Things have just become hard. I just lie there, man. I close my eyes and wish the fog in my head would just go away. Even for a day. And on those days, my heart has no hope in it at all. It sucks. And a lot of people suck, too, man. Too many dumb people around these days. A risky life. A real life. Drives me crazy how superficial people have become. Unyielding creases appeared along his jawline and a blue vein twitched in his thick neck. Tough slog a lot of the time.

The artist softened instantly, smiling in a way that looked almost sweet. He exhaled mightily. Upgrading your life so you know real joy and optimizing your skills so you own your field can be uncomfortable a lot of the time. I need to be honest. The entrepreneur turned away from the artist and jotted down some of her thoughts into her device. The homeless man then reached into a pocket of his hole-ridden plaid shirt and produced a heavily used index card. He held it up like a kindergarten student at show-and-tell.

I was a lot like you cats: dripping with dreams and set to make my mark on the world. Hungry to prove myself. Amped to dominate the game. The first fifty years of our lives are a lot about seeking legitimacy, you know. We crave social approval.

We want our peers to respect us. We hope our neighbors will like us. The event venue was now empty. Yet it never will.

Never will. And so, we connect with our mortality. Big point here. We realize we are going to die. We become more contemplative. The last fifty years then become less about me and more about we. Less about selfishness and more about service. We stop adding more things into our lives and begin to subtract—and simplify. We learn to savor simple beauty, experience gratitude for small miracles, appreciate the priceless value of peace of mind, spend more time cultivating human connections and come to understand that the one who gives the most is victorious.

And this becomes, potentially, your gateway into immortality. Dad was a remarkable man—a tremendously successful business pioneer.

He flew airplanes, raced fast cars and loved superb wine. He was so alive. Anyway, the stress and shock of his world collapsing pushed him to do what we could never have imagined. He placed a hand with a hippie ring on a pinky finger onto his heart as he spoke these words, looking both chivalrous and bohemian.

The homeless man interrupted the intimate moment the two were sharing. Thank you. Dismiss these as idealistic words of an elderly inspirationalist if you wish. Our world needs more of us.

And yet, I am also a realist. They secure their identity by who they are externally. They compare themselves to the orchestrated—and fake—highlight reels presented by the people they follow. They measure their self-worth by their net worth.

This explains why the majority is sinking in the quicksand of uncertainty, boredom, distraction and complexity. All they do is complain about how bad things are for them instead of applying their primal power to make things better.

They take instead of give, criticize instead of create and worry instead of work. Build antibodies to combat any form of average from getting anywhere near your professional days at the office and your private life at home. Never be a drama mama. If you were standing there with them, you would think he was weird too. Because leadership is a lot less about having a formal title, a large office and money in the bank.

And a lot more about committing to mastery over all you do—and in who you are. Real leadership is about sending out brave work that exemplifies genius, turns your whole field on its head by its scope, innovation and execution, and is so staggeringly sublime that it stands the test of time. And never work only for the income. Labor for the impact. Make your dominant pursuit the heartfelt release of value that represents an uncommon magic that borders on the poetic. Develop the patience to stick with your dedication to absolute world-class output, even if over a lifetime you only generate a single masterpiece.

Be a virtuoso. A standout. An exceptionalist. So never mail it in. Always bring it on. The homeless man now had his eyes closed. And was down on the floor doing a series of one-armed push-ups. I read that Khalil Gibran carried the manuscript around with him for four long years and refined it constantly before giving it to his publisher, just so it was pure art.

His words keep me reaching for a greater power as an artist, even though I battle procrastination a lot. But I know I can be great. If I could just beat my self-sabotage. And my demons. Beads of perspiration meandered down his angular face. And if you do so, a guaranteed victory is in your future. And this brings me to the single most important principle of my talk: The greatest starting point for winning in your work and making a splendid life is joining what I call The 5 AM Club.

The entrepreneur was now taking notes with a ferocious intensity not previously seen. The homeless man burped, then got down to the floor and held a plank, the kind fitness pros at the gym love to do to build a strong core.

You could hear The Spellbinder begin to cough even more fiercely. A brutal—and sustained—pause followed. Next, he uttered these words, haltingly. He was wheezing audibly. His voice began to quiver like a novice telemarketer on her very first sales call. Joining The 5 AM Club is the one behavior that raises every other human behavior. This regimen is the ultimate needle mover to turn you into an undefeatable model of possibility. The way you begin your day really does determine the extent of focus, energy, excitement and excellence you bring to it.

Each early morning is a page in the story that becomes your legacy. Each new dawn is a fresh chance to unleash your brilliance, unprison your potency and play in the big leagues of iconic results. You have such power within you and it reveals itself most with the first rays of daybreak. Please do not allow past pains and present frustrations to diminish your glory, stifle your invincibility and choke the unlimited possibilitarian that lurks within the supreme part of you.

In a world that seeks to keep you down, build yourself up. In an epoch that wishes you would stay in the dark, step into your light. At a time that mesmerizes you to forget your gifts, reclaim your genius.

Our world requires this of each of us. To be champions of our crafts, warriors for our growth and guardians of unconditional love—for all of humankind. Display respect and compassion for all other people who occupy this tiny planet, regardless of their creed, color or caste.

Lift them up in a civilization where many get energy tearing others down. Help others sense the marvels that sleep within them.

Show us the virtues we all wish more would practice. And, once done, to spend the rest of your days reconnected with it. Accept this opportunity to human mastery and I promise you that a synchronicity of success as well as an orchestrated magic well beyond the boundaries of logic will infuse the remainder of your days.

And the larger angels of your grandest potential will begin to visit you regularly. Actually, an orderly series of seemingly impossible miracles will descend onto your most genuine of dreams, causing the best of them to come true. And you will evolve into one of those rare and great spirits who upgrade the whole world by the simple act of walking amongst us.

The conference hall was now dark. The entrepreneur let out a sigh the size of Mexico City. The artist was motionless. The homeless man began to cry. He then stood on a chair, raised his arms like a preacher and boomed these words of Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw: This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live.

I rejoice in life for its own sake. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations. The homeless man then fell to his knees. Kissed his holy beads.

And continued to weep. The skill to mold the material into what we want must be learned and attentively cultivated. Let me do this for you cats. Your lives will start to look glorious—within a fairly short time. And the ride with me will be fun. Not always easy, as we heard from the old guy on the stage. But valuable and prolific and beautiful. Maybe even as wonderful as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

He then raised his shirt to show Greek god abdominal muscles. A long finger of a grimy hand moved along the contours, the way a raindrop zigzags down the stem of a rose after a May shower. Work is how I got all lean and chiseled up like this. Plenty of push-ups, pull-ups, planks, sit-ups and seriously sweaty cardio sessions, often on my special beach. Values few believe in these days, where so many have an entitlement mentality, expecting a rich, productive and fulfilling life to just show up one day like a sparrow at the beginning of spring.

And expecting everyone around them to invest the effort they are responsible for inputting. Not judging, just saying. Not complaining, just reporting.

Less talk and more do is what I say. Oh, and check this out. Victors adore education. Some of your most valuable and sensational moments ever will unfold there.

You need to take a trust walk with me, people. And, to be clear, empires arrive in many forms—economic is just one of them. You can also create empires of artistry, productivity, humanity, philanthropy, personal freedom and even spirituality.

Forgot your password? Get help. Home ebook pdf free download The 5 am Club by Robin Sharma pdf download. The 5 am Club by Robin Sharma ebook pdf free download. Thoroughly written and properly crafted this has taken almost 4 years to the writer to write this book.

From 20 years in his motivational sessions, the writer has explained the 5 am club formula in which he has helped many of his clients to wake up at 5 am and they all ended up with epic results in their lives properly managed.

Waking up early is a great thing all the great people in the world start their day before the sunrise and they challenge the sunlight to illuminate before they are awake. When a fellow wakes up early he has a long day ahead of him and many hours relative to those who have a late routine from their sleep in this way the former can organize and spend his time more specifically which would genuinely outrank the others and the success becomes definite for him.

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