Stuart Wilde was the first person I promoted in the world of personal growth, self-empowerment and all things metaphysical. Perhaps this would be a good time to let you know how I started on this incredible adventure that I am on with all of you.
It was the early 80s and I had never read a metaphysical book. In fact, I had never heard the word ‘metaphysics’. I was the HR manager for an international engineering product manufacturer. I had a number of businesses, such as nightclubs, video stores and rock’n’roll and disco tours. I had good working knowledge on how to package and promote just about everything that came my way. That is the first ingredient of the karmic soup I was about to make. The second ingredient is that I am a fanatical, diehard St George Illawarra Rugby League supporter or, as they are known, the Mighty Dragons. The third ingredient is that I had a colleague who had a desire to lose a lot of weight.
I am a fanatical, diehard St George Illawarra Rugby League supporter or, as they are known, the Mighty Dragons.
There I was watching Friday night football; my team was playing and losing. The doorbell rang and I paid for a large pepperoni pizza and received a free bottle of soft drink and a very large cheesecake. My family had elected not to watch the massacre and had gone out to watch a movie. I thought I would eat a piece of pizza, have some cheesecake and wash it down with a drink, leaving the rest for the family to finish off. Of course, the more the Mighty Dragons fell behind, the more I ate. What happened next was predictable: I ended up with bad indigestion.
The only way to fix it was to reach for the small bottle of pale pink antacid for an upset stomach. I was breathing the fire that seemed to elude the Dragons that night. I grabbed the bottle, swallowed half of it and went back to the game after the commercial break. Before the next break, I began to feel ill. Nothing could stop me rebirthing the pizza, the cheesecake and anything else I had eaten that day. I felt like I had turned myself inside out, I was so sick. After I managed to compose myself, I looked down at the half empty bottle on the bathroom bench. The label read Calamine Lotion. I had swallowed half a bottle of calamine lotion, the stuff you’re supposed to use on the outside of your body—never on the inside!
In my next blog, I’ll tell you what I did with that bottle of calamine lotion and how my colleague’s weight loss desires led me to promoting Stuart Wilde.
I’ll leave you with the immortal words of Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones:
You can’t always get what you want, but if you try real hard you will get what you need.
Leon